import 4.code.options;
import 4.code.about;

class Header{

public void title(){

String fullTitle = "/mlp/ - Pony";

public void menu();

public void board();

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class Thread extends Board{
public void SlavePonyThread#181(OP Jingles !4R8Wmm8FBA){

String fullTitle = "Slave Pony Thread #181";
int postNumber = "32620666";
String image = "1493867027799.png";
String date = "07/09/18(Mon)02:18:53";
String comment = "Previous thread: >>32603601
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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==32620669 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:19:30")

First for Corona is a BAD, AWFUL GIRL"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620675 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:19:54")

Corona is a good girl! A GOOD GIRL!!!!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620699 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:23:06")

>Thread #666

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620710 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:24:39")

>Mother fucking filly brothel still isn't in the thread header
Literally fuck you jingles you mother fucking bitch sandwich"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620721 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:26:12")

Filly brothel will never be in the op and the complaints about it just make me laugh.

Spookems is that you?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620724 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:26:35")

Jingles has always been a nigger prove me wrong"

if(Jingles !4R8Wmm8FBA && title=="" && postNumber==32620727 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:27:24")

You mean the recently completed spot? Cuz your story isn't the most recently completed."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620732 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:28:45")

We are ALL niggers on this blessed day"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620737 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:29:18")

>Everyone bitching about cyos ruining the thread
>Jingles makes cyos the featured story
I feel like cyos is featured every other thread."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620738 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:29:25")

>usually have this thread hidden
>see it
>hear it's not as bad as it sounds
>the first dozen or so posts are all autism
ahaha, pass"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620741 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:30:12")

Why not filly brothel?
Jingles is a monumental faggot that loves to just stoke the flames and promote only shit that he likes"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620743 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:31:09")

Kek this is a bad time, I promise. There's one story (CYOS) that keeps spawning an assload of autism and the argument was still very active at the end of last thread. It's usually pretty great."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620744 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:31:41")

>Filly brothel
Dude we can tell your the writefag pushing your own shit as usual. Go away."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620762 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:34:24")

>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==32620764 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:35:01")

(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 other Anons' idea of letting out our emotions to Anon a bit: there is rarely going to be an opportune time. 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==32620767 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:35:31")

See >>32620758. Nothing lasts forever anon, he already told us it's coming to an end."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620773 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:36:55")

>Reposting this wall of text."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620774 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:37:01")

I mean... the story's been going for how long? He's been ignoring shitposters for this long - if he does finally decide to end it, it won't be because of them."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620780 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:38:17")

>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
Why did you state something like that then immediately contradict yourself?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620784 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:39:12")

It's called empathy dumbass. You can understand where someone is coming from and still disagree or think it's wrong."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620785 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:39:25")

Because while I understand 'why' he's doing it I still think it's a dick move to do to Shining and Cadance after just promising them time together, while also knowing how important time with his family means to Shining. I get his point of view but that doesn't mean I think it's right."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620786 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:39:42")

"Vega when?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620788 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:39:57" && image=="IMG_3796.jpg")


if(Jingles !4R8Wmm8FBA && title=="" && postNumber==32620791 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:40:49")

Felt like it as fitting since everyone is talking about it and I was also away for the day so the thread already being dead took me by surprise so I just featured a go-to story instead of picking one that hasn't been featured in a while.

I don't have anything against your story but I can tell you why I haven't featured it, just not here. Shoot me a DM on Discord and I'll tell you. (Seriously I have nothing again you or your story)"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620792 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:40:53")

"vega save us from shitpost";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620815 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:45:58")

>it's a dick move to do something that makes perfect sense under the circumstances
Sorry I have to firmly disagree. If he was doing it to punish Shiny you'd have a point, but right now the only thing on his mind is his stallion's safety. He's fucking helpless hundreds of miles away and as others have said it's not unreasonable to think Shiny would lie about being mistreated just to spend a few more days with his family. He already neglected to mention his rather benign agreement to give Megan a pony ride, so why is it not reasonable to think he might be hiding something worse?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620820 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:46:56")

The autists in this thread are probably in the discord but inactive. All the *active* discord users pretty much only come here to post greens or kek at the latest autism."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620822 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:47:01")

Ithe name of the Writefag, the Anon, and the Holy Post,

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620823 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:47:07")

>more excuses
>literally every shitstorm and problem in this thread can be traced back to discord
I said like 5 shitstorms ago this was happening and I have brought it up every time since. And you apologists never fail to show up. I'm just kind of curious how long it's going to take you to pull your head out of your ass."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620833 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:49:11")

"Poor Scruffy.
Working overtime in this thread."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620835 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:49:16")

>People sperging about a cyos update can somehow be traced back to discord
I love your conspiracy theories man. Keep going, please."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620842 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:50:36")

I understand it'd be difficult to do considering what he just did by running away, but one would think ShinyAnon would give Shining the benefit of the doubt and trust him when he's saying he's safe there and isn't being abused. Particularly since these people were prompt in making ShinyAnon aware of where Shining was, you would think if they were cruel they wouldn't be so quick to alert him.

Beyond that, even if it were possible Shining were being mistreated, if Shining and his Anon have as close a relationship as we've been lead to believe I would assume he'd respect Shining's decision to keep on with it regardless if spending time with his family meant THAT much to him he'd suffer through it, it'd be his choice. Shining clearly wants, needs, more time with his loved ones that ShinyAnon's stripping away."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620855 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:52:37")

"Guys can we please stop fighting?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620857 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:52:55")

Because ShinyAnon clearly doesn't actually love Shiny. He is his riding, and butt slave. If ShinyAnon cared about him, he would let him stay for a few days. Shining should put that potatoe out of his misery, and let Corona run free, and go back to Cadance."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620859 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:53:02")

"Just give CYOS his own thread, please.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620860 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:53:07")

No fuck you"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620862 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:53:42" && image=="1420329863401.png")

"Did you remember to make your pony wear the saddle today?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620865 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:54:56")

"Hey scruffy, I appreciate you.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620868 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:55:49")

You also have to remember Shiny has been away from home for like 6 weeks. His Master misses him, Gracie misses him, and it wasn't going to take much to tip the scale back toward him wanting him back sooner rather than later. This was foreseeable, and the thread made a bad choice. You can't really blame characters in the story for making a choice you yourself conceded was logical, and is in character for them."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620870 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:56:17")

Ib4 deleted.It's how he shows his love"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620871 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:56:41")

>Shiny has been away from home for like 6 weeks. His Master misses him, Gracie misses him, and it wasn't going to take much to tip the scale back toward him wanting him back sooner rather than later
Yeah well fuck them, let them rot"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620872 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:56:57")

Mr. Scruffy, I don't feel so good."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620878 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)02:58:52")

That's true but, he's been away for 6 weeks, surely 2-3 extra days won't matter right? And they'd mean all the more to Shining for spending time with his family. I can definitely the logic in ShinyAnon's thought process but being logical isn't the same as being right, I think it's wrong to not let Shining's feelings on the matter factor more into his decision making."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620884 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:01:54")

>That's true but, he's been away for 6 weeks, surely 2-3 extra days won't matter right?
You wouldn't see it that way if someone you cared about went missing for that long. Every second feels like an eternity until they're physically back with you. Speaking from personal experience as someone who had a sibling run away for nearly a month when I was younger."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620896 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:06:51")

I have no intention of taking light of your siblings situation, that must have sucked. But in Shining's case I think circumstances should be taken into account. Shining's goal for running away was to find long lost loved ones he'd known and cared for a lot longer / earlier than almost anyone else, loved ones he cared for so strongly it drove him to seek them out in the first place. With a will to see them *that* strongly and he himself expressing desire to spend as much time as he can before returning, I would consider letting him spend more time with them."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620902 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:10:52")

>I would consider letting him spend more time with them
He did consider it - right up until the point Corona nearly pissed herself seeing the man who tortured her. Regardless of what. ShinyAnon was already uncomfortable with letting Shiny stay longer, and I think you're maybe being a little too harsh on him for wavering seeing Corona's extreme reaction to the man that Shiny is at the mercy of right now."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620910 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:16:04")

>With a will to see them *that* strongly and he himself expressing desire to spend as much time as he can before returning, I would consider letting him spend more time with them.
You're essentially wanting to reward him for running away and devastating an innocent little girl whose never done him any wrong in the process. Extra time was something Shiny frankly doesn't deserve. He intentionally stayed on the run and hidden for far longer than he needed to to accomplish his goal."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620928 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:25:40")

ShinyAnon is under no obligation to be generous with his time. I don't buy for a second that he somehow doesn't care for him just because he wants him home. It's not like Shiny and Cadance will never have contact again, and despite everything that's happened he's at least still willing to keep the possibility of visits on the table. This is a hard situation for him to be in as his Master and he's trying, but he's only human, you can't expect him not to be ruled by his emotions and even a bit selfish in this.

If there was even a fraction of a percent of a chance of something terrible happening to someone you care for where they're at, would you want them to stay any longer than was absolutely necessary? What Shiny is or is not willing to endure is beside the point - as a slave he doesn't get to make that decision, he has a Master that has to decide what's in his best interests."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620931 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:26:03")

>He intentionally stayed on the run and hidden for far longer than he needed to

I'm sorry, what? At what point was it ever suggested that Shiny was languishing somewhere else taking his sweet-ass time to get to Cadance and co.?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620935 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:26:50")

I might be too harsh on ShinyAnon, true, but I think he owes it to Shining to take his testimony on the camp into account as much as Corona's. I do not want to sound callous towards a pony who was tortured, but it has been near on a year since Corona left the camp and Shining has a more up-to-date view of both its conditions and that of its owner.
If Gracie loves Shining she would understand how important this was to him. It's not as though Shining is forgoing 'any' punishment: he's still being forced to return home and is going to face a severe belting for what he did regardless, an extra day or two to get the most out of something extremely precious to him (and those who find *him* extremely precious in turn) shouldn't be so out of the question.
>this will be my last post for the night, I have to sleep, but thanks for responding to me on this, the reason I reposted it from the previous thread is I like responses to my walls of text for discussing the story and it got sort of lost among the shitstorm at the end"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620937 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:27:16")

The entire time he's been in CYOS camp he's technically been on the run."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620953 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:33:39")

>If Gracie loves Shining she would understand how important this was to him
She's a 7 year old child, that's going to be a hard sell to her. Her reality is that her mother abandoned her and then her best friend abandoned her. Rationalizing won't take away the pain she felt over his absence and thinking something terrible happened to him (or maybe even that it was somehow her fault)."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620963 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:39:06")

>this will be my last post for the night, I have to sleep, but thanks for responding to me on this, the reason I reposted it from the previous thread is I like responses to my walls of text for discussing the story and it got sort of lost among the shitstorm at the end
It's nice to have polite discussion like this."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620973 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:42:35")

Wouldn't it be nice if more people realized you can respectfully disagree and still have a civil discussion?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620978 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:45:25")

Yes, but he wasn't just hanging around not doing anything because he's lazy. At the time he arrived, he fully intended to leave WITH Cadance and Flurry. That means he needed an escape plan, one for two ponies who are closely watched and would almost immediately be missed. And perhaps more importantly, he had to be certain Cadance was worth saving at all: Corona's story would've given the impression of a cruel traitor, selling ponies out to her master to save her own skin. But he wouldn't just believe that at face value - he's not going to give up on the mare he loved just on the word of one pony. So he waited, and observed, seeing if she really did sell herself and her daughter out to Anonymous. And when he was convinced she had, he decided to abandon her and take only his daughter - but not until he was sure - or at least, THOUGHT he was sure."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32620983 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)03:46:37")

This was nice. It'd be nice if CYOS had 200+ posts of actual discussion like this after every update."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621152 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)05:10:47" && image=="tumblr_pbkehdKuPf1w5xv0ao2_raw.jpg")

"We need more wholesome pony bath scenes and cuddles.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621258 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)06:12:15")

We need more clear skies, to be specific."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621305 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)06:39:17")

>"Your cleaning me up because you bought me j-just to CUDDLE?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621306 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)06:40:33")

If she acts so offended I could always grab her by the mane and brush it out before braiding it and putting ribbons in."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621454 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)08:12:09" && image=="Milonov.jpg")

"> [300 new posts]
> Woah
> Need to finish my chores and then sit and read all of the good stuff
> open thread
> 300 posts of shitposting and argue
> 7 posts of actual green
Slaveventure needs its own thread. Period."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621461 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)08:16:29")

Go fuck yourself for trying to revive this autistic argument"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621470 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)08:21:25")

He's right tho."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621514 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)08:42:09" && image=="1450709409.jpg")

Same back at you. I honestly changed my schedule because of that shitshow, and it's not the first time. When it's on, it takes 2/3 of the thread at best, what are we, SPG or CYOS thread?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621520 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)08:44:10")

Not going to happen. Go cry to someone who cares."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621541 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)08:52:30" && image=="Bedfilly ready for her master.png")

"Bedfillies are better than bedmares";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621560 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)08:57:43")

That's an adorable pillow."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621561 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)08:57:44")

Go to SiM"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621591 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)09:06:40" && image=="1271718__safe_artist-colon-nobody_oc_oc-colon-anon_oc+only_bed_blanket_female_filly_human_pillow_simple+background_sketch_smiling_wat_white+background.png")

Fillies are top tier bedding."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621596 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)09:07:50")

D-Don't amputate sweetie to turn her into a cute and comfy pillow filly."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621612 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)09:12:54")

Rarity will be mad with anon if he cum inside her cute sister"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621675 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)09:35:01")

They've been slaves for six years. Swibble is an adult now and can make her own choices.
And if she chooses to be a better slave than her older sister, who's going to stop her?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621815 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)10:25:04")

"Shining Armor is a good boy! A GOOD BOY!!!";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621903 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)10:53:46" && image=="1706552__safe_artist-colon-kittyrosie_sweetie+belle_bell_bell+collar_blushing_blush+sticker_cat+bell_collar_female_filly_heart+eyes_looking+at+you_pony.jpg")

Sweetiebelle would actually be a really good bedfilly but the best one will always be scootaloo and you would only need to use carrots with her instead spanking"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32621938 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)10:58:25")

CYOS I hope my reply doesn't get lost in the sea of shitposting, but here goes:

I suggest we ask our Anon to let Shiny have a private call with his Master. He can very likely change his mind and at least get him to keep the original promise of a few more days. Shiny shouldn't be punished for this, his Master is a fair man and he loves his stallion. Give him maybe an hour to settle down, and let Shiny talk to him when emotions aren't running so high. He'll give in when he realizes how much this is going to hurt his Shiny, I have faith the situation can still be salvaged"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622014 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)11:12:51")

This. Honestly this was the only part where ShinyAnon felt slightly out of character, he's not one to so callously do something he knows is going to hurt his ponies. Give him some time to get Corona settled down then let Shiny call him back and beg him for those precious few days he was looking forward to."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622020 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)11:14:04")

">76 posts and no green
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, I hope there's something up before I get home or I'll feel honour bound to drop my update even if I'm still not happy with it."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622033 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)11:17:41")

>Filly brothel will never be in the op
It was added to the list of recently completed, and back when it was still being written it was the featured story for one thread, Given the current climate of fear around things filly I think that's good enough.
He's not the writefag. I am, and I'm not on Discord. But I know why you haven't featured it. Doesn't matter."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622185 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)11:50:29")

I back these up as well. Fuck up or no, this is too important to Shining and Cadance both to just let it go. They deserve as much time together as can be allowed, and ShinyAnon's decision here may be a knee-jerk reaction to what just happened. I think we should give him time to cool off as well (spend that time bonding with Shining in the meanwhile), and then spare a little bit of time to put in one more call for Shining to appeal to him. If it doesn't work, it's at most wasted 30 minutes. If it works, then it's another couple days for Shining to be with his family."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622314 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)12:16:42")

>Kick Pacer rolled in bed
>the covers stuck to her flesh, but not as much as Rebel stuck to her
>The big stallion still had the happy dorky grin he'd kept all through last nights show
>His muzzle tucked sweetly on top of her head, the scruffy fur tickling her scalp.
>with a giggle, the unicorn pressed back into her charge before she realized she was still wearing her tack
>Kick had been very tired to still have it on
>She tried to open her muzzle to speak only to have it held shut around the bit by the bridle.
>her eyes swiveled around and found the reigns tucked under Rebels black head.
>they had drool marks on them, clear signs of play.
>it wasn't hard for the slave trainer to guess that wasnt just sweat dried on her rump from last night.
>Rebel nickered and stirred at her motions.
>He was slowly waking, but Pacer wasn't sure how to deal with last night.
>whatever had happened.

How does Kick Pacer dealwith what she cant remember doing last night?
Does she just keep going until Rebel waves the white flag?
Get both of them a bath?
Turn around and snuggle longer with the big lovable stallion?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622455 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)12:51:07")

>Turn around and snuggle longer
This one. Bath needs to happen, and more sex eventually, but there’s no rush. Let’s just lie there and enjoy the moment.

And it’s great to see Kick Pacer back, always liked this one."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622515 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)13:10:48")

I'll be the fourth to these guys, I agree if our Anon will allow it:

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622564 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)13:23:58" && image=="bypiesaucyblogmarkedasnsfwontumblrproceedwithcaution1531084593084.png")

"war lyra when?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622618 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)13:41:06")

Lyra Temple Run is next in writeup."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622679 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)13:53:47")

not that, the Lyra who shot Anon's leg off"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622751 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)14:13:08")

A door's blocking him from writing. Don't expect much."

if(Britanon && title=="" && postNumber==32622983 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)15:05:09" && image=="lyra+bonbon.png")

I just got back from Germany and do intend to start writing again now that I'm back from Uni, not sure if I'm gonna upload it immediately or write a decent amount so I can give you some consistent updates cus I always feel like a proper dick when I upload a bit and disappear again for a few months. Also the football is kinda interrupting what was going to be my writing schedule since the other night I wound up ketted in a field and was hungover all the next day. I'm gonna try get a few decent sized updates out before September though, maybe even finish it.

Also inb4 I promise this and disappear again for a few months"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32622996 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)15:11:32")

We'll send Gizmo to, persuade you."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32623449 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)17:00:24")

No, Sweetie is a sassy little minx. You'd have to get out the hairbrush quite a few times with her."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32623589 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)17:31:57")


I'm throwing in my vote for this: >>32621938

Also CYOS please ignore the shitposters and trolls, the overwhelming majority of us love your stuff and want you to stay right here."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32623628 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)17:39:49")

I am not a toy!
I am a highly paid contract killer and retrieval specialist.
Stop treating me like you can boss me around at will.
I have contracts for that"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32623663 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)17:53:47")

>ignore the trolls
>the overwhelming majority want you to stay
You have to pick only one, Anon..."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32623751 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)18:22:05")

Agreed with this. Shiny needs some one on one time with his Master, man to stallion. His Master loves him enough to give him this I think. Would also love to see how a genuinely private conversation goes between them. My heart will totally melt if Shiny says "I love you, Master" and thanks him after getting him to reconsider."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32623763 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)18:25:13")

Honestly I think hearing Shiny say "I love you, Master" would squash any lingering doubt he has that keeping his promise to let Shiny visit a few more days is the right thing to do."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32623782 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)18:28:26")

Glad to see your still around. I was loving your story.
So much heartache, yet love bloomed, catharsis the green."

if(Britanon && title=="" && postNumber==32623840 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)18:39:05")

Makes me happy to see people still remember I exist, I'll try not to disappoint."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32623889 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)18:49:54")

>"oh Master, if you let me stay here a few more days, I promise I'll let you huff my musky studfarts any time you want when I get home""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32624050 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)19:15:17" && image=="1563889.png")


if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32624076 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)19:21:21")


>"The enemy team's over there, I'm warning you."
"It's fine, I'm just placing this ward then - FUCK!"
>Any peace and tranquility from your time with Anon this morning is now gone.
>Why is the ENTIRE enemy team waiting at the top of those stairs?!
>Why is your mid Invoker pants on head retarded!?
>Why was the enemy team allowed to 3v2 bot while your offlane Legion feeds the hell out of fuckin solo Slark!?
"This fucking game, uhhhh!"
>You jump out of your chair and slam your headset down in frustration!
"Anon! Anon, how can some humans be so unbelievably stupid?! How can you monkeys conquer the whole pony race then bucking Sergei over here can't figure out how to control his lane for 2 bucking minutes?! I don't understand!"
>"Yeah, I don't know. At least it's not peruvian, but this guy can't land a spell to save his life."
"Like this is any better! We're on US mother bucking East! Why do they speak russian!?"
>He grabs his pacing and ranting mare around the midsection and pulls her up into his lap.
>You glance at the screen to see he and everyone but Invoker are also dead.
>Said skilled Invoker player seems to be farming top jungle while the enemy team pushes mid barracks.
>"Wait, holy shit, is Earthshaker a pony?!"
>Oh just wonderful, you left the stupid mic on too, and this awful Pudge heard.
>Anytime anyone online finds out you're a pony they never shut the hell up about it.
>'Shouldn't you be working?'
>'Shut up you fucking slave.'
>Real original stuff guys, doesn't change your shitty KDA!
>"Earthshaker say something else! Does your master know you're playing games? Are you gonna get beat when he finds out you've been slacking off? Why don't you come suck my superior human-"
>You're start to pick up your headset to yell back, when Anon cues up his.
>He'll just tell the asshole to calm down and focus on the game or something like that."

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32624085 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)19:22:32")

>Ponies aren't exactly banned from the internet, but the few that are on it have to expect to be harassed.
>Anon usually just tells you to just mute them and keep playing, but more often than not lets your temper get the better of you and get into dumb screaming matches.
>And that's what'll happen this time:
>He'll tell the dude to calm down because he still wants a chance at winning the game.
>He'll mute the asshole on your computer so you don't have to listen to his string of harassment.
>If you unmute him and get into an argument he'll scold you, maybe even say no more computer for the day.
>You grumble at the injustice of it all.
>This Pudge is the one that ruined the game by MISSING EVERY SINGLE HOOK!
>Maybe you didn't buy EVERY ward, but you did a damn good job.
>Now he gets to pester you for being a pony, and you just have to try and ignore him.
>Stupid humans.
>"Dude it's not her fault you're 5 levels under everyone else. Maybe if you tried landing a hook we wouldn't be down a pair of racks at 24 minutes."
>I-is Anon shit talking?
>"Maybe if we had some vision! She your bitch or something? Maybe show her how to buy wards before making the rest of us play with a fucking pony!"
>Anon pings the ward restock timer several times, clearly showing wards literally can not be purchased right now.
>"Do you know. How wards. Work? Have you played this game before? Try not wandering aimlessly outside our vision and dying 12 times next time."
>H-he's defending you!
>You nuzzle up under his chin and give him a light kiss before scurrying back to your seat and joining in the screaming match.
>It's a magical bonding experience.

>You push your chair back from the desk after the inevitable loss.
>"Well that was crap."
"That's matchmaking for you."
>You slide off the chair for some hooves-forward butt-up stretching.
>It feels great AND makes Anon look at you!
>"You even want to play another?""

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32624088 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)19:23:34")

>Do you?
>You usually don't like ending on a bad note.
>Plus that game got better when Anon came to your defense instead of letting that guy harass you.
>Another game doesn't sound awful but you realllly don't want to play support again.
>Maybe you can...
>You catch his eyes fixed on your raised rump as you finish your stretch.
>You saunter his way and bat your eyelashes like you've seen Rarity do.
>If she can pull it off so you can you, right?
>You throw your forehooves up on his lap and rest your head on them dainty.
>Gotta flick that tail for good measure too.
>"Well, that WAS a rough game. But... I really appreciated the way you defended me from that mean Pudge player."
>You rub your forehoof up and down his leg.
>Mmmm you like that big guy?
"I guess I could play more, but..."
>You break eye contact and demurely draw small circles on his leg with a hoof.
"Well... it's just..."
>Oh, you're just so shy!
>He'll just have to ask you what's bothering you, right?
"Just... It's just..."
>Ask you idiot!
>Wow he's the worst at this.
"Ask what's wrong you idiot!"
>That makes him crack up and grab one of your angrly flicking ears.
>"You're so cute thinking you can seduce me when I was balls deep in you just a few hours ago."
>Wtf lewd!
>"And when I know you'll be begging me for more attention by this time tomorrow."
>Y-you aren't that desperate... yet.
"H-heat sucks..."
>"I like it."
"Shut up you perv."
>"You weren't saying that this morning."
"This morning was... you know what? I'll go to Dusty tomorrow!"
>"I think we both know you'd prefer a human touch. Besides Dusty isn't going to take your collar off."
>Sometimes you hate it when he's right.
"You're super cute right now though, so I'll play along. What's wrong Twilight? Don't you want to play more?"
>Ugh, he says it so mechanically.
>He's mocking you, but you'll pretend you didn't hear it."

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32624094 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)19:25:54")

"I... I'd love to play more but..."
>"Ok out with it."
"I don't want to play support again!"
>He's cute but he can't last hit to save his life.
>Also 0 game sense.
>'Oh look I'm Anon. The whole enemy team is missing but I'll keep farming over here and hope no one murders me. herp de derp.'
>Not to toot your own horn but you're got like 1k MMR on him.
>"You aren't playing carry, you're grounded remember?"
"Come on just one game!"
>"What part of punishment do you not understand?"
>The part where it sucks this much!
"Techies then!"
>"No, absolutely not!"
"Don't be a bitch, my Techies is fine!"
>"No one likes playing with Techies!"
"Because you humans just don't understand his subtle genius."
>"He's a hero based on pissing people off."
"Yes and that's why he's brilliant. Come on, one carry game then. We'll win I promise."
>"No absolutely not."
"Why not?"
>"Because you're being disciplined."
>He suddenly pinches and lightly pulls on the ear he was massaging!
>"I don't like being the bad guy, but you never have consequences. Real consequences."
"I told you to spank me..."
>"And I told you it wouldn't have been good for you. You were traumatized, hurt, and scared. As much as I like using your bottom as a set of drums it would have done more harm than good."
>It's sweet how much he cares about your best interest.
>Still, you'd rather a punishment that was over quickly instead of drawn out like this.
>You suppose not enjoying it IS the point of a punishment though.
>With one last tiny tug he lets go of your ear.
"You're probably right, Mistress Alison did do a number on me."
>You hop up into his lap, sit down, and lean back into his chest.
"If you really think all this necessary then... yes sir...""

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32624100 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)19:27:20")

>Ugh, that was hard to say!
>When's the last time you called him sir? Submitted to his authority like this?
"I'm not so traumatized anymore though. If you wanted to we could get all this business over now with a quick... you know?"
>He rubs one hand across your belly and the other through your chest fur.
>"Nice try, but Rarity told me about your little chat the other night."
>Damn it!
>"If you want me to play with that flank just tell me the next time you have your collar off. It's not going to count as punishment for you anymore though you naughty little thing."
>It was worth a try at least.
"Fine, you got me..."
>With a dejected sigh you slide off his lap and drag your hooves back over to your chair.
>It's not that playing support is THAT miserable, it's just not what you really want right now.
>In the end he's still letting you play with the computer while Rarity works.
>Be positive Twilight, chin up.
>You roll your head over on the keyboard to look at him.
"One game."
>Does he mean what you think he does?
"You can play carry one game."
>You sit up and smile broadly!
"Only because you accepted my decision without arguing, understand? Your punishment isn't over, but I'm proud of you for being good about it."
>Rewards for good behavior?
>Works for you!
>"Yes sir! Thank you sir!"
>He just laughs and clicks the 'play' button.
>You're the carry now!

>Your three other teammates have a slightly more manageable amount of downs this game.
>They don't make the best decisions, but they don't relentlessly feed either.
>It's like herding cats getting them to push objectives, but you happen to be an expert cat herder after all your time with Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie.
>"They're coming around, back up."
"I'm going, I'm going. We might just have to fight. Ursa's teleporting down it's 4v4."
>"I don't know, I don't have my ult up.""

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32624109 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)19:28:21")

"I don't think we get a choice. We - ok fighting now! Interrupt him! Interrupt Bane!"
>"I can't I'm-"
>"Darlings! Lunch is served!"
>The door bursts open and SOMEPONY starts talking IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR TEAM FIGHT!
>"That's quite enough of your little games you two, we called you for lunch over half an hour ago."
"We're in the same game Rarity! We can't just - Anon he's going towards mid, go around, cut him off!"
>"Mhmm, well can't you just pause for a moment? It's bad enough you don't properly come down stairs for lunch, but now you can't even take a moment's break to eat it?"
"It's an online game, you can't pause it mom!"
>"I'll ignore that last bit. Here, just open up."
>You turn your head and whinny in frustration as Rarity literally tries to shove a bite of sandwich in your mouth while you're running for your life!
"Quit it! Anon tell her to go away!"
>"Rarity could you give us just another minute please?"
>Tell her, not politely ask her!
>"We'll be done just as soon as... well actually I'm dead now so I'll take mine."
>"Here you are master! Rarity said this is just the way you like it, I hope it's enjoyable!"
>While Sweetie tends to Anon, Rarity slides up besides your monitor to pester you.
>Ignore her.
>Run to base.
>Dodge skill shots.
>Why is your force staff still on cooldown!?
>"Just a quick bite darling? It'll be cold soon and it's past 1 already."
>Sweet Celestia she's going to keep bothering you until you give in.
>You open your mouth and point it towards her.
>After a moments confusion and a giggle she floats the sandwich into your mouth for you.
>"Goodness, she can't even feed herself. I'm glad this is something the two of you enjoy together at least."
>Grumble grumble grumble mouth full of sandwich.
>"Open up, here comes another bite!"
"Hold on I'm - mmmm!""

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32624115 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)19:29:49")

>You bite to keep from choking to death!
>This is not helping you focus!
>Everyone is dead but you and Treant.
>You've got to defend this 'racks otherwise things really go to shit and YOU'RE BEING ASSAULTED BY A SANDWICH!
>With no other choice you divert some attention to magically pushing the food away.
"Can you please just wait a minute!"
>"But Anon's eating. You really must-"
"Anon's dead for the next 60 seconds! I'm trying to keep us in the game! Would you please just - Oh come on!"
>Since when does Juggernaut have a blink too!?
>Does everyone have a blink!?
>Fuck you IceFrog, balance your game!
>Well, he's omnislashing your scaley medusa ass.
>Nowhere to go, nothing to use, you just get to watch him slowly melt what little health and mana you have left.
>Damn it.
>You sit back and sigh.
>"Now may I?"
>You give her a flat look, but take the offered sustenance from her magical grip and munch.
>It's daisy and daffodil, your favorite.
>Your favorite food isn't going to make this game easier to win though.
>Whatever, you're dead for a full 100 seconds with no buyback.
>"Of course."
>Now that the pressure is more or less off, you look over at Anon.
>Sweetie is reared up with her forelegs draped over his lap.
>Without the heady mix of afterglow endorphins you had this morning the sight bugs you more than you expected.
>The way she smiles at him.
>The pitch of her voice.
>You know it's not her fault, she was trained to suck up to her new master, but he still belongs to you.
"Anon, you're about to be back up. Save the rest of the 'racks, chop chop."
>"Huh? Oh, you're right. Thanks for the food Sweetie."
>That at least gets her hooves off him.
>When you turn back Rarity catches you gaze.
>She sees it too.
"Has she been like that the whole time?"
>"Nothing but questions about her new master as you might expect.""

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32624120 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)19:30:50")

>You glance over again to find the glorified filly right up beside Anon's chair as close to his side as can possibly be.
"You think it'll be a problem?"
>"When she finds out what a cuddleslut really does and that she can't be one too?"
>A scene flashes across your mind:
>*You riding Anon's dick.*
>*An fuming Sweetie behinds you.*
>*With a knife...*
>"Nothing we can't handle, right?"
"W-we'll figure it out...""

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32624135 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)19:34:06" && image=="4576.gif")

So yeah, I know not a lot actually happened this time but it seemed like an organic breakpoint before the next bit. The upside of that is the next one involving a lot more Sweetie should be soon. Assure Twilight that it's her teammates fault she loses games and stays in elo hell.Totally not her fault of course"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32624138 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)19:34:33")

It's shit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32624354 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)20:06:22")

>Filler update
No, these slice of life moments are what make the story. Wouldn’t trade them for any amount of action or drama: they’re what the action and drama is for! Anon is being so careful, so gentle with her, but Sweety Belle has probably just been through worse; they’d all better keep an eye on her too!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32624470 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)20:24:27")

Good filler vega! Thanks for the green"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32624606 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)20:50:23")

>videogame shit filler
Nothing and wait four day to get a real update would be better"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32624609 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)20:50:35" && image=="IMG_3813.png")

"Aspiring I refuse to believe that cellyboo isn't a complete horny mess by now just begging for sauls menthol infused cum";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32624632 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)20:55:32" && image=="1168956.png")

>Inserting crazy traumatized dicks in your royal horsepussy
>When your beloved CHAD husbando is waiting for you because is monitored by the government"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32624659 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)21:00:32")

>*You riding Anon's dick.*
>*An fuming Sweetie behinds you.*
>*With a knife...*
Gentlehoof training is good enough to make sweetie know that she should not be possessive when the master have multiples mares, we already know that a purple pony already get the heat potion punishment for that. Instead of a knife sweetie will just try to join to the fun"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32624762 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)21:16:18")

Twilight is only worried because she know that sweetie is younger and more beautiful than her. Also Vega twilight is fat as fuck"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32624769 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)21:16:57")

sweetiebelle better be trying to inhale Anon's HMD next update to make up for my disappointment"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32624782 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)21:19:07")

>not liking chublight thicckle
Shiggying that diggy, huh?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32624823 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)21:26:39" && image=="1747507.png")

>sweetie never join to the fun because her good training
>but criticize Twilight method to please her master
>become into the sexual tutor for twilight"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32625550 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)23:39:00")

its ok take your time your story is shitty anyway"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32625580 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)23:46:01")

>Quads: denied.
>Page eight bump.
Feels bad, man."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32625592 && dateTime=="07/09/18(Mon)23:49:43")

>page 8
That happen when one of the main greens of this general make a filler chapter that barely contribute anything to talk. Cellyboo save us"

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32625732 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)00:24:37")

I wonder if Sweetie kept a diary of her activities, and if she writes what she thinks of her current situation:

>"Dear diary, today I served my master with passion and devotion but he prefers to spend the whole day with the fat rear slut of Twilight, I put all my effort into doing what I learned in school to please my lord in any of his desires and whims but he prefers the useless, vulgar, useless and unattractive purple cow whose only visible talent is to spend the master's money on innocuous activities and raise his tail, an action her seems to do without the grace and subtlety that a true trained bedmare (like me) can do, I do not understand how my beloved master could choose someone like Twiligth for that important position, it is clear that I must show more effort in my work so that my beloved master understands who is the most valuable slave for him"

>PS: "Today I got my master to eat the food I prepared for him with all my love, he thanked me and even scratched behind my ear! -Thanks to Celestia for being conquered by such a magnificent and generous species with claws so useful to get where the ponies can not! - I could see the expression of Twilight while it was rewarded, it was delicious and toooooooo pleasant""

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32625743 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)00:27:18")

>barely contribute anything to talk
Count your fucking blessings. I love Slaveventure (and Vega too!) but we’ve had quite a few “contributions” recently... Sometimes a quiet greenpost is exactly what we need."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32625757 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)00:29:51")

>Sometimes a quiet greenpost is exactly what we need.
We already have hippodrome if we need a greentext to ignore and never reply"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626205 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)02:54:40")

It's shit."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626267 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)03:21:43")

Not your best ubdate I have to say. Basically nothing happened besides Anons acknowledge ment of Twis spank fetish.
Also why is Twi jealous of Anon? He showed her that there is no reason for it. Sweetie will get turned down sooner than later. Maybe Anon wants to play with Twi a bit?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626272 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)03:24:27")

>Sweetie will get turned down sooner than later
You wish. Twi is gonna get replaced by the superior bedmare."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626279 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)03:26:47")

fucking phone and its spelling correction"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626352 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)04:11:26")

I liked it. It managed to cool things down after all that happened recently"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626355 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)04:14:21")

>Also why is Twi jealous
Probably because Rarity sucked his dick and she sleeps with him."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626393 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)04:42:15")

"Clear skies is a good girl! A GOOD GIRL!!!";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626424 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)04:58:29")

Vega. Teach me how to write my greens without dropping it. I was happy when I was able to write them, now I can't force myself to do it"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626496 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)05:44:22")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626501 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)05:51:42")

This. And the (you)s."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626553 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)06:31:49")

"It's my birthday today. Can I get a festive pony pic to brighten my day?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626557 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)06:34:48")

Pony is not festive.
It is for working efficiently to provode for the revolution."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626561 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)06:39:02" && image=="1525834525007.gif")

You can do it anon, I believe in you, and the adorable ponies are relying on you for help."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626627 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)07:37:02")

>Pacer twisted and shimmied in bed getting tangled in the sheets.
>her rump pulled and stretched to get off Rebel's crotch only to remain stuck
>she paused and lifted the covers to peek underneath
>"Guess I'm not actually feeling that in the morning" she giggled to herself
>the snuggling got a bit more complicated as she hiked aleg to her barrel and turned slowly
>her insides squelched and grabbed at the flaccid dick inside her
>slowly she came belly to belly with her lover
>letting her leg back down she nuzzled his neck
>"My stallion"
>She held the moment before leaning down to smell his chest
>Sweaty, masculine, and a light spice from somewhere exotic
>he had been a good lay, and now made a great big pillow for her
>one that could use some teasing

Play with Rebel's ear or start bouncing Pacers hips to see what happens?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626825 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)08:59:11")

Adding my vote here. Let Shiny have a private heart to heart with his Master."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626906 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)09:25:24" && image=="festive ponk.png")

Happy Birthday Anon!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626914 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)09:28:43")

Would you like a 7-8k word green about an Anon and Rainbow Dash buying some housemates, starting with a stallion? Word of warning though - it's gonna be gay."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626958 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)09:48:43")

Sounds good. I don't mind gay."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626994 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)10:02:30")

As long as it's RD-with-a-mare-gay"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32626996 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)10:03:28")

Mocha is for cruel whipping and hard rape."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32627006 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)10:07:12")

Do it!"

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if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32627293 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)11:48:24")

Start licking up and down his neck, chest, and muzzle while bouncing on his crotch"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32627405 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)12:31:59")

But Anon felt a huge discomfort when he woke up/realized.

Sleeping with him: but mah herding fetish. Twiggles and Rarara are more than frendly to each other (clothes, talking about intime topics, snuggling together, etc).
SB is not a threat to Twiggles. Also SB need some kind of attention from Anon to reasure that this is fine."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32627570 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)13:27:28")

Moar clop would be tempting, but after last night I doubt any stallion has THAT much stamina. Rebel is inexperienced and has already served us very well. It’s more important to be supportive and affirming than demanding now. Just a gentle nibble on his cute little earsies would seem more reasonable."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32627596 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)13:36:18")

>Slaves shopping for slaves?
>Bisexual Anon?
Yes please! It also raises the possibility of Dash getting pregnant. Would Anon raise the foal as his own free child, or see it as just another asset?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32627618 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)13:42:27")

She is his master right? She needs to put him in his place sexually by dominating his pelvis into a million pieces"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32627768 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:21:36")

>She needs to
Yes, but she’s already been there. She’s already done that. And she’s not his owner but his trainer, lover, and friend; these roles come with responsibilities too! Rebel has submitted to her authority, learned what she taught him, and satisfied her needs. If they’re both up for more, so be it, but she needs to be clear about how well he’s already done before making further demands! He’s new at this, and feedback is important. She needs to discipline herself before she can discipline her student.

I think the gentle ear nibble and a “well done!” is the way to achieve her overall training goals here."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32627816 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:34:50")

I personally think breaking him is the best option here so he knows how crazy she is"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627878 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:48:45")


> It finally worked. Celestia found the seam between the realities that night and slipped smoothly into Silent Brook's dream.
> Perhaps what had helped the stallion most of all, was a good rest with April's calming presence. Also, maybe the alicorn was getting back into practice.
> The very next day after April had slept over, Celestia joined her friend again in his bed, and this time it worked!
> She found herself inside the dream.
> "Hello? Is anypony there?" called Silent Brook somewhere in the distance. There was a tremor of fear in his voice, clear despite it being muffled.
> Celestia hid herself. It never paid to be too hasty in these things, Luna had been very insistent on that fact.
> Observe first, act later.
> Now that she felt the dreamscape around her once again, the alicorn quickly remembered the long-unused skills. It was easy to be invisible in a dream.
> Once she was convinced that she was well hidden, Celestia went in search of her friend.
> It wasn't a particularly big place and the style reminded her more of Canterlot than anywhere on Earth. It was a villa, richly decorated with tapestries, intricate carpets and paintings.
> The air was dry and warm, and it smelled of desert.
> The furniture was old, polished wood. Mahogany, if the alicorn had to guess.
> Here and there were touches of the modern human world: a television, a phone. Speakers. Electric lamps and switches, skillfully hidden or made to blend with the environment.
> She looked around, but didn't linger. Silent Brook was elsewhere.
> The mare concentrated for a moment and felt for her friend."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627887 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:49:47")


> In moments she found him and twirled around to look at a particular door. Compared with the other furnishings, it was out of place. She opened it and looked down a dark, stone stairway.
> It reminded her too strongly of an open grave.
> The pony blinked and forced her mind back to stillness. Her own careless thoughts could manifest in this place. She had to keep them under control. Silent Brook's would be hard enough to deal with, without adding some ancient alicorn nightmares to the mix.
> She descended into the cellars. The rich carpets gave way to bare stone floors. The wall hangings to spider webs. The furniture was no longer beautiful.
> And there, in a small room, under a solitary electric bulb - Silent Brook. His legs were chained together and a heavy, metal collar linked him to the wall. There was a bucket in the corner.
> It was probably how he had been held, Celestia thought and her heart went out to her subject. Her friend.
> But she still didn't reveal herself. Something told her that the real nightmare hadn't started yet.
> She walked over to the pony and stood protectively before him, even if he couldn't see her.
> It wouldn't be very long. Silent Brook was whimpering quietly and staring at the dark, wooden rectangle of the door.
> The alicorn jumped a little as it burst open. She didn't remember closing it, but it was Silent Brook's dream. Things changed depending on what he believed.
> There was hideous laughter and slow, deliberate footsteps. The stallion shuffled into the corner, as far out of the circle of dim light as he could. The chain rattled as he trembled, pressed against the walls.
> "Wakey, wakey, plaything," the voice purred. "It's time for you to sing.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627890 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:50:49")


> Celestia tried to see through the gloom, but the darkness was absolute. She looked back to Silent Brook, who had his eyes closed and was shaking his head.
> Maybe it was time to end it?
> But if she did, the nightmare would be back the next night. She could not guard the stallion all the time.
> She had to give him the key. But the moment was not quite there yet. The nightmare wasn't ready.
> The mare let her eyes slide shut and focused inward. She was a part of the dream, which meant that the dream was also a part of her. She should be able to see how it went.
> And there had to be a place where she could insert a hoof and nudge it in another direction.
> No grand gestures, however much she wanted. No bursting into flame and making the monster blow away like dust.
> No vengeful goddess, shielding her subject with her wings made of light.
> Something smaller...
> Suddenly Celestia saw it, the place where she could change things. She blinked her eyes open and went to stand beside Silent Brook.
> The monster emerged from the shadow with a mad cackle. It was human, but not entirely so. It walked on hind legs and held a gleaming knife in a twisted parody of a hand. The features were mostly human, but the teeth were not. Absolutely nothing should have teeth *that* pointy, the mare thought. Or eyes *that* yellow and slitted!
> There was a dark hole, oozing something unidentifiable, where its chest should have been. The thing should not have been alive with a wound like that.
> She could see why Silent Brook was caught again and again by the same nightmare.
> It shuffled forward with a limp and the alicorn noted that. Perhaps a slight premonition?"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627894 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:52:02")


> She had to remember - everything was controlled, given life, by the stallion. The monster was only in his imagination.
> He said he broke his tormentor's leg.
> And he kicked the other one...
> Ah! Of course. He had joined both of his tormentors into a single creature.
> The mare smiled. Even as terrified as he was, the stallion was giving himself hints. Maybe, with more time, he would have realized that it was only a dream.
> But she could speed things along.
> She was still invisible when she leaned down to put her muzzle next to his ear. She spoke the words, but they made no sound.
> They arrived in Silent Brook's mind like thoughts, without the intervention of his ears.
"I kicked him and broke his leg. Kicked the other in the stomach."
> She watched her pony closely. His expression froze for an instant as the message settled into the forefront of his mind. His lips twitched as if he was repeating it silently to himself.
> But he was looking at the monster with the knife and his eyes quickly filled with new fear.
> Then she whispered to Silent Brook again:
"I beat him and escaped! I'm not here!"
> Her friend had averted his gaze away from the monster, but now he looked at it again, in confusion. It froze uncertainly, mid-stride, while it was advancing on the pony.
> Once more, Celestia spoke, this time lifting her head to stare defiantly at the creature.
"I'm home with Saul and April! This is a dream!"
> Of course Silent Brook didn't hear her, but the monster did. It lowered its foot and took a hesitant step back.
> Silent Brook straightened up.
> "This isn't real!" he said suddenly. "This is a dream!"
> Everything went black.

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627898 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:53:05")


> Celestia woke up when Silent Brook sat bolt upright in the bed. Her wing, laid carefully across his flank slipped off.
> The alicorn stretched a little and smiled to herself. She really was good at it, once she found her way into the dream!
> Her stallion friend was breathing heavily and staring into the distance.
"Feeling better?"
> His incredulous stare turned to her. "W-what happened?" he asked plaintively.
> Celestia pushed herself partly upright and laid a gentle hoof on his.
"I succeeded."
> "But," the stallion mumbled, "b-but you weren't there! It was just the nightmare all over again, but then I suddenly realized it was a dream and woke up!"
> There was faint light coming in from the street lamp and the Princess smiled happily, certain that he could see her.
"I beat him and escaped. This is a dream. I am home with April."
> His eyes went even wider. "That's exactly what I-" he began, the his hooves flew to his mouth. "How did you-?!"
> The mare chuckled happily. "Not everything we do is flashy, Silent Brook. Sometimes a Princess must use a gentle hoof."
> He was still confused, so she explained.
"I simply helped you realize what was already there in your mind, Silent Brook. You knew it was a dream, but terror kept you from remembering. I merely whispered a few words to you in your dream. A name."
> "April," the stallion sighed.
"Yes. Undoubtedly you would have remembered in time. Friendship can be a powerful link."
> He sighed and his shoulders sagged. "So this is it? No more nightmares?"
> Here, the mare had some bad news."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627906 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:54:06")


"Unfortunately it is not that easy, Silent Brook. You will not be free from this fear. The nightmare will return. But you will remember on your own, in time. It will be easier each night. It will happen more and more often, until you defeat it completely."
> The pony nodded. "Thank you, P-princess."
> For once, Celestia didn't mind the honorific. The authority and power the title carried might help the stallion defeat his demons next time, when he was alone again.
> "You know," he went on, a little uncertainly, "I thought I'd see you in the dream. Or something."
> Celestia shook her head.
"That would have worked for tonight. But it would not have lasted when I left. Your thoughts must find their way out for themselves. Now that I have shown you a path, it will be easier to walk the next time."
> She wasn't sure he understood, but Silent Brook didn't ask more questions. He yawned and lay back on the bed. "W-will you go back to the sleeping bag now?"
> The mare considered it. Then she shook her head and settled back down.
"There is still some time until morning. And the nights are chilly, Silent Brook. You do not mind?"
> "No, of c-course not," he replied.
"Good night, Silent Brook."
> The stallion shuffled into a comfortable position. Maybe he ended up a fraction of an inch closer to the alicorn, or maybe it was just her imagination.
> She hadn't lied. The warmth would be welcome. And the sleeping foam on the floor was hard on her bones. Silent Brook only had a mattress, but it was infinitely more comfortable.
> "Good night, Princess," he whispered back. "And thank you."
> She put her wing on his flank again, more out of habit at this point than anything else. She missed her 'Anonymous-pillow'. And in the dark, one warm body was pretty much like another."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627912 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:55:07")


> "P-princess?" the stallion asked a little uncertainly.
"Just in case."
> He paused. "Oh. T-thank you."


> Every morning Celestia sent Silent Brook out to visit with their pegasus friend and ask about Anonymous.
> And finally, one day, Glitter Dust replied that they could meet. It had been over a week at Saul's and the alicorn had been getting quite impatient.
> When the stallion came back that morning he took her to a corner coffee shop, where Glitter Dust was waiting for them.
> The alicorn couldn't help prancing a little as they walked down the street, a fact which didn't escape Silent Brook.
> He was wise enough to keep it to himself, but he did give his Princess a bemused look once or twice.
> And there it was. The table outside in the sun which seated a human and a pony with two extra chairs.
> Celestia liked to imagine later on, that there was magic in the air as they saw each other.
> Their eyes met.
> The mare galloped and the human stood up just before she hit him.
> Luckily the force of her hug didn't topple Anonymous over. She somehow kept from outright kissing the human - they were in public, after all - so she did the next best thing.
> Celestia climbed fully up into his lap and nuzzled him affectionately. They were both laughing.
"I missed you!"
> But Anonymous just buried his face in her mane and sat down with the pony on his knees.
> Luckily she was smaller in disguise.
> It took her a minute or two before Celestia became aware of the look her pony friends were giving her. Silent Brook and Glitter Dust were staring with very insolent grins on their muzzles.
> But she didn't care."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627919 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:56:11")


"Tell me everything! How have you been? Are you eating right? You do make breakfast for yourself each day, right? The washing machine giving you any problems? The door sticks a little."
> The human barely fended her off as he kept laughing harder.
> The mare paused, slightly confused.
> But Anonymous just patted her neck and sighed.
> "It's nice to see you too. We can't stay long. I don't think I'm being followed, but I don't want to risk it," he explained.
> That reminded the alicorn. She looked pleadingly at Silent Brook.
"I forgot to bring the phone! Can you fetch it, please?"
> Luckily the pony was happy to oblige and ran off.
> "Phone?" Anonymous asked.
"Yes, it was April's idea. She is Silent Brook's... uh, it is complicated. She is a friend and got us prepaid phones. She says they should be safe if we keep them secret."
> The man nodded. "Oh! Of course. Why didn't I think of that?"
> Celestia had been asking herself that same question. And she had worked out an answer.
"Because you're a lawyer. A phone with a contract is somehow more... legal. Official. Something you just buy and use feels... incomplete."
> There was something else Celestia needed to know.
"Have you spoken with Miriam Adams? How did the case go?"
> This one he could answer. "Actually, she came over and met with Denis yesterday. Apparently it's looking good. She thinks it will be a win for pony rights."
> The alicorn beamed.
"They will yield to all our demands?"
> Now the man shook his head sadly. "Not completely all of them, no. But most of them. Jail time, certainly. Miriam is convinced they will be punished for some form of kidnapping, even if the laws won't be changed outright.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627924 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:57:13")


> Then he brightened up a little. "It will set a precedent and go into case law. Miriam said this will be a basis to push for more pony rights. But it will take time."
> Very inspiring. Even Glitter Dust smiled happily.
"That's great news! Of course I will lend any help I can when I'm back home."
> The stallion came back, a little winded but not out of breath. He dropped a plastic bag on the table and pushed his chair closer to the pegasus.
> All of them shut up as the waitress came to take Anonymous' order and gawk at the ponies. She was familiar with Silent Brook, who lived basically around the corner, but she hadn't seen a pegasus before.
> Glitter Dust knew exactly how to use this admiration to her advantage. The young lady was about to leave with just one order or coffee for the human, but the pegasus smiled pleasantly and asked for a hot chocolate with marshmallows. After a moment's thought Celestia did, too.
> The stallion went for a coffee, like Anonymous.
> Once they were alone again, the alicorn came out with a hard question. She looked at her human and her ears fell, as if in supplication.
"So... have you thought about... the future?"
> His smile vanished and Anonymous looked at her solemnly. For a moment it felt as if the bottom had fallen out of the world and the mare was slipping down into an endless abyss.
> He was going to say no!
> She steeled her heart.
> "I have, and..." Anonymous began slowly. The other two sensed the solemnity of the occasion. Maybe without even realizing it, Glitter Dust put a wing around Silent Brook.
> The human sighed. "I can't uproot my life just like this. You understand that, don't you?"
> The mare let out the breath she had been holding. Her shoulders slumped and her eyes lowered."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627927 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:58:15")


"I understand, Anonymous. You do not have to say more."
> Her two pony friends, sensitive to their Princess' mood sighed sadly in unison.
> Celestia couldn't quite look at her human's face. It was a struggle to keep calm and focused on the immediate problems.
> She didn't doubt that Anonymous would help her return home. She had just expected... more. That they had something.
> Something beautiful.
> A finger on her chin lifted her face.
> "Let me finish," the man said softly. Out of the corner of her eye, the alicorn saw the other two ponies lean forward so they could hear.
> She gave a single nod.
> "I'll need a year or so until I can hand off all my responsibilities at the firm. I'll also have to work out some things with the bank and so on. There's a lot of paperwork."
> For the first few seconds she couldn't make sense out of the words.
> "Yeah. It's hard enough to move to a different country, Cel- uh, Supple. But this is moving to an entirely different world. I'm not even sure what sorts of documents I'll need."
> The man barked a laugh. "Hell, I'm not even sure if it's legal."
> All she could do at first was take a few shuddering breaths.
> A year was nothing. She had waited longer for good ice cream.
> Suddenly she had to blink away tears.
"Does that mean-"
> The pressure of his fingers on her chin increased and then his palm, wonderfully warm, slid up to cup her face. The thumb wiped away the beginning of a tear.
> "It means yes. I've thought about it and I'd like for this," he indicated with a finger between her and himself, "to go on. But I want to do it properly. I can't be any use to you if I'm a fugitive."
> As a little joke, the human added: "Maybe you'll need to push for some new laws for human immigration, you know?""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627935 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)14:59:18")


> She replied, as serious as she had ever been:
"I shall move mountains and seas, if need be, Anonymous. You have my word on that."
> Something else occurred to her and she jabbed an accusing hoof right in his stomach.
"You did that on purpose!"
> His innocent face was pretty good, Celestia had to admit. But she had had more practice. She saw the guilty flicker in his eye.
> "Did what?" he tried, despite knowing full well she'd seen through him.
"Pretended like you were going to say 'no', just so you could see my reaction! That was incredibly mean, you know?"
> She brought her face closer and lowered her voice to a growl.
"I've thrown creatures into Tartarus for less than that!"
> Unfortunately for her, Anonymous had a secret weapon. One she couldn't defend against.
> He poked at her nose with a finger. Boop.
> Her eyes crossed for a moment and she pulled away and blinked to clear her vision.
> He just grinned. The insolence! The cheek! The disrespect! The unfairness of it all!
"I'll bite!"
> For some reason, the human wasn't intimidated. "Try it. I'll belt you again!"
> At that moment Celestia heard a little cough from the side and turned her head to see...
> Her two friends, looking away with very red faces.
> The waitress with her tray, staring.
> She quickly slid from Anonymous' lap and took the empty chair to her side.
"Excuse me."
> Luckily, the onlookers just pretended they didn't see anything. Glitter Dust and Silent Brook probably because she was, after all, an alicorn. And the human girl...
> Maybe she had heard stories and now realized what was happening between Anonymous and Supple Branch. For most humans it seemed to be an uncomfortable topic at the best of times.
> At least she didn't get angry over it."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627940 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)15:00:20")


> Instead, the poor waitress quickly placed their drinks on the table and left.
> Celestia glanced at Anonymous, then they both burst out laughing. The other two ponies didn't join in.
> The silliness was over, though. The alicorn tasted her drink, found it incredibly sweet, and smacked her lips in appreciation.
> Then she said up with a more businesslike tone of voice:
"I spoke with Mr. Plain. He says the 'federals' are investigating his business too. I do not have a way home right now, Anonymous."
> Perhaps she should have led with that. After all, Anonymous couldn't come live with her and marry her in a jail cell or a secret human government facility.
> Did she just think 'marry'? The mare blushed a little and firmly blotted the word from her mind.
> A liaison was one thing, but this was bucking the tree before the fruit was ripe. Or maybe before it was even planted...
> His face grew serious, too. "I'm sorry. So, what's the plan?"
> Celestia shook her head.
"I do not have a plan yet. I need to speak with Miriam Adams. Can you take that phone to her?"
> He nodded happily and pulled one of the boxes to himself. "She should be in for a meeting tomorrow. I will speak with her and we will call you around four. What's the number?"
> Celestia pointed where April had been kind enough to write both numbers on both boxes.
"There. And thank you! Maybe there is another auction, or someone else who could help me with my papers. And if I change my mane, maybe dye it, I can perhaps sneak through customs."
> "Yeah, maybe. Why Miriam Adams, though?" Anonymous asked.
"She knew they were coming for me. She obviously has knowledge, or connections. Or maybe she has ideas. She is positively inclined toward ponies, and I trust her.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627948 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)15:01:22")


> And there was another thing. Celestia didn't know too many humans, but she did know the D.A. and trusted her completely. And with her skill set and history, she might know what to do about Saul.
"One other thing. I will explain on the phone."
> Her eyes darted to Silent Brook and Anonymous spotted it. But he didn't understand why, so he didn't comment.
> "Okay, I think I can make that happen. Anything else you need to get home, just let me know. Money isn't a problem and most other things shouldn't be either."
> The mare leaned closer and placed a hoof on Anonymous' leg.
"Thank you. I will repay you once we are in Equestria. *Believe me*, I will repay you, Anonymous!"
> There was too much suggestion in her tone which made her pony friends blush again.
> It was time for a less problematic topic. She was about to ask about her coworkers in the law firm, but Anonymous beat her to it:
> "So, what have you been up to these days?"
> The mare didn't want to bring up Saul and his problems, at least not with the stallion around. So she chose something lighter.
"Did you know that young Silent Brook here has a crush on a human?"
> Poor thing nearly choked on his coffee, which just made the alicorn smile wider.
> "Hmm?" Anonymous asked, intrigued.
"Yes. Her name is April...""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32627957 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)15:03:15")


Getting a move on the story again. Things are happening, loose ends are being tied up. Pretty soon that white sunbutt will be back on the Equestrian throne, don't you worry!

Also, paste here:"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32627962 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)15:03:37")

It's shit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628002 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)15:09:08")

">>32627816 #
>how crazy she is
Fluttershy and Anon claim the crazy in this story. Pacer is conscientious and dedicated to her craft, even in the throes of passion. She wants a good fuck too, she’s a mare with needs and it’s been a while, but she’s Rebels trainer first, his friend second, and his needy lover last. She considers herself ‘on the clock’ here, and will put his long-term needs before her own immediate desires. She didn’t win her own freedom by taking the easy road."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628127 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)15:32:00")

>Pretty soon that white sunbutt will be back on the Equestrian throne, don't you worry!
I'm worried about Luna when she look Celestia with his new husband. She will surely want a human too."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628145 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)15:36:47")

How did she know he was a good lady if she can't remember last night?
Just cuddle for now. Maybe try to get him to speak since he is painfully shy."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628290 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)16:06:07")

>"Did you know that young Silent Brook here has a crush on a human?"

Stop the press princess! I thought April was just a pre-teen!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628294 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)16:07:28")

This. Anon really need to talk about the age of consent to Celestia"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32628306 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)16:10:14")


A valid concern, but I mentally put April at ~15 or ~16, not pre-teen. Old enough for her mother to let her basically wander around on her own, but yes, definitely a problem where lewds might be concerned.

Might be I failed getting that through the narrative well enough. I'll be sure to clarify!
Thanks for the heads up!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628327 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)16:14:04")

Just use the classic "I will wait for her" like everyone else. The perfect excuse to make it less creepy and more romantic"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628342 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)16:15:47")

Tell me old fashioned but when it comes to romance between ponies and humans I prefer that both are at least legal age so they can explore the romance, plus what Silent Brook may feel for April does not seem to be reciprocated.

For me, April sincerely appreciates Brooks and sees him as a dear friend, but so far NOTHING has signaled something deeper"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628351 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)16:17:45")

She act more like 14 to me but just go with this route >>32628327
The whole saul rehabilitation would take enough time to make april legal.

Also the green make it clear that April look Silent Brook like a friend or even like a big/little brother"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628538 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)17:12:06")

Yeah, I was thinking the same. At 14 I'd wander around wherever I liked so I assumed she was about the same."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628554 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)17:16:25")

>the best one will always be scootaloo and you would only need to use carrots with her instead spanking

My nigger. I'm planning on writing one about her when I finish another green.
But, uhh, carrots? Am I forgetting something?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628589 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)17:22:32")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628597 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)17:25:01")

>that white sunbutt

Maybe "that occasionally red sunbutt" once Anonymous gets there."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628606 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)17:27:53" && image=="Spoiler Image")

Oh. I must be retarded. Thanks."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628615 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)17:30:01")

No problem, would you give the link of your current green? use spoiler if isn't SPG related"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32628875 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)18:22:38")

What, it's not enough that I'm mobile posting, you want me to shill too?"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32629172 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)19:28:38")

>Be El Bronco
>Your girl just got Skydancer situated on the couch in the office, and apparently she's already asleep
>You made the call to management to arrange for the pegasus to stay over
>No trouble
>You're not surprised
>Over the last little while the bourbon budget has to have been cut in half, and the whore budget has been zero
>So one night of expensive whore budget isn't going to raise an eyebrow with them
>Your girl is in the living room woth you telling you about her day
"That sounds like a focus group"
>"What's a focus group?"
>You explain the idea to her
>"Yeah," she says." That's what it was meant to be until Rose kind of took control away from Ada-Maria, which gave

me the chance to get some one-liners in"
"You do one-liners now?"
>"Never occured to me to try, until I did and got a response. A couple times over"
"Positive response from an audioence is the most addictive drug of all"
>"I can believe it. By the third time I had them laughing, even though they were a little uncomfortable it was a

total rush"
"Who knew the accountant has a little entertainer in her?"
>"I used to entertain men all the time, though that was mostly physical"
"Don't underestimate yourself. I'm sure your regulars came back to you because they liked your personality. It's

not like there was a shortage of pretty girls where you worked"
>"Nope. Plenty. And you just knocked one of them out"
"Sorry about that. But you can hang with her when she gets up, and we'll all have breakfast together. We can even

go out, if you like that idea"
>"Out for breakfast?"
"Sure. Balthazar is pony friendly. You've never been. I'm sure she's never been. It's a New York classic""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32629182 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)19:30:32")

>"Let's see what kind of shape she's in tomorrow"
"She'll be fine. She didn't drink all that much. Just a lot for a pegasus mare who obviously doesn't drink often"
>"OK, master. I'm sure she'll be fine. I know it's not my place to ask, but you didn't call her over because I was away and you needed... release?"
"I would never make a move on one of your friends unless you wanted me to. Also, it's pretty obvious she's not into anything with a penis"
>She laughs
>"That's true."
"Her taste seems to run toward the pre-adolescent as well"
>"Then she hasn't changed a bit"
"Yeah, she said she used to have a crush on you"
>"She was always cool about it. Not willing to compromise our friendship over me not being interested in that"
"You really had no interest?"
>"More like didn't get it. Not grossed out or anything like that. I did plenty of shows with Snowdrop. Just not something I'd do for fun"
"It's obvious she cares about you. And she was more than helpful about getting me to understand some things I'd missed about our... dynamic"
>"You can be a little thick sometimes, master"
"Hey! Cut me a break! The master/slave subtext wasn't a thing back in Equestria"
"You know what I mean"
>She smiles at you lovingly
>"I do, master. It's cute watching you fumble around it"
"I hope you don't see our sex life as fumbling"
>"No, no! That's not what I meant at all! I just mean as far as being somepony's master is concerned"
"She was a help that way. And good, if interesting company. But no release, if that's what you're worried about"
>"Not worried. Just didn't want to feel like I'd shirked my duties to run off and hang with a bunch of mares. Would you like some release now, master?"
"I just spent most of the afternoon with a mare who didn't find me the least bit sexually attractive. A little time with one who does is just what I need"
>"Well, then?""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32629190 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)19:32:32")

"In a little bit. Tell me how things worked out in your focus group first. Then we'll get to that. Don't dangle two distractions in front of me at once"
>"Oh, right. So once Rose turned it into a bunch of mares talking things got real pretty quick"
"What did you end up talking about?"
>"How it was better it is to live in a gilded cage than be talking rats on the street"
"Wow. Ouch. No sympathy for free ponies in that crowd?"
>"Are you kidding? Rose employs one at her flower shop, and pays her more than she should. There's still no real way for a free pony to make it in this town"
"What do you mean by 'make it'?"
>"If you could be a free pony right now would you do it?"
"Do I get to keep my job and home?"
>"What do you think?"
"Then hell, no"
>"That's what I mean"
"Think about it. Freedom kind of HAS to be kept as a shit option. If it weren't there'd be millions of ponies striving for it"
>"Well they're doing a good job keeping it shit. For all I know I ended up at the brothel because I was the daughter of free ponies who needed the money"
"Or you came from a breeder. Not as romantic, but just as awful. Maybe worse"
>"True, master. The point is I don't even know where I came from, but I know freedom would be worse than what I have"
"Because they've rigged the game against us. That's what happens when they have all the power and we have none"
>"Still we've done pretty well. Just like all the mares in the group. And when you have something you're not all that eager to trade it for nothing"
"Like I said, it's a rigged game. The lie gets to me every time I tell it on the show. Winning their freedom. For what? To seek asylum in Canada, or to kill themselves?""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32629198 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)19:34:41")

>"Yeah, but the show isn't for ponies. Nopony in their right mind would watch it. The focus group was supposed to come up with something ponies would watch, specifically mares"
"What's he thinking there?"
>"No idea"
"So what did you come up with?"
>"A bunch of mares talking real talk"
"That sounds dangerous as hell"
>"That's what I thought. I said there's no way they'd air something like that. But Rose said if John were behind it..."
"Even more dangerous. Shit. Is this something you really want to be a part of?"
>"It was kinda fun, actually. I'd go back and do another group if they called me. Lunch wasn't bad, either"
"Just be careful around him. He's always working on a way to twist things. He buys you for me and suddenly we're doing a reality show"
>"I thought he walked that idea back"
"He did. Then some of that footage ends up in a PETA abolitionist video? I don't trust him one bit"
>"Yet we're dependent on him. You think he's playing both sides of the fence?"
"He doesn't even see a fence. He's just thingking 'ponies are hot right now. How can I capitalize on that?' The message doesn't matter"
>"Are we really 'hot' right now?"
"Honestly I have no idea. I know you're really hot right now, and I know I could use that release"
>"You feel like railing me, master, or would you just like me to suck you off?"
"Is it OK if I'm feeling lazy?"
>"Whatever pleases you is more than OK. I thought that would be obvious after an afternoon talking with Skydancer"
"Of course. All this talk about serious shit put me in a weird headspace"
>"Then let's get you in my headspace," she says with a giggle
"That's my good girl""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32629205 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)19:36:01")

"So what do you want to do for dinner? I doubt Skydancer is gonna be joining us"
>"Can we have something naughty?"
"What would be naughty food?"
>"Ever had an Italian cold cut hoagie? I think it's more commonly called a sub"
"I know what it is. Definitely not pony food!"
>"You got that right, master. But have you ever HAD one?"
>"Oh, it's so salty! And so wrong. You want to split one?"
"OK. I can order it. Any place in particular I should choose?"
>"Someplace with an Italian name would be my guess. What are our options?"
"Sergimmo sound right?"
>"Oh yes. Tell them no onions and we'll be great"
>Twenty minutes later the order arrives
>You expected a Mexican guy who came by bicycle
>But it's a stallion who clearly just ran here by the way he's sweating
>You'd already arranged for a tip online, but after he gave you the bag you went and found a $5 bill to just gave him
>On a $12 order
>Because you assume he's a free pony
>Pretty obvious he is - he looks like shit
>Running himself to death all day, for what?
>Probably little more than three or four times the price of the sandwich you just bought
>You hope that isn't true, but you have some confidence that it probably is
>"Thank you, sir!," he says, obviously as surprized to be delivering to a pony as you are to see a pony delivering to you
"Would you like a drink?"
>"I have to get back"
"Take care of yourself"
>This is new, but you haven't ordered delivery for a while
>Your girl likes hay, apples, oats and carrots"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32629215 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)19:37:38")

>Black men deliver those boxes to you every week
>And usually recognize you from television
>This was an unusual request - some crazy human food
>And it left you caught off guard
>You've never had a pony delivery guy before
>Which makes you feel like things are changing
>In a way you hadn't noticed
>You place the bag on the table in front of your girl
>"Oh, wow!," she says. "The smell of this takes me back. I once blew a man for one of these when I didn't really even want it"
"Then why did you do that?"
>"Because it was one of the first decisions I ever got to make on my own, even if it wasn't a very good one"
"Sometimes just making the decisionm yourself is more important than the decision you actually make"
>"You understand, then. I was afraid saying it might sound sad or stupid"
"So this is a symbolic sandwich for you? I get it. There was a song on my first album like that, where I intentionally chose to make it weird because I could"
>"Was it a hit?"
"No. It was just me proving a point - doing that artist thing of testing where the limits are of what you can pull off"
>"I don't think that's just an artist thing, master. I've been doing that all my life"
"Maybe the arts are just a safer place to do it. So this is it?"
>"Yeah. And I haven't had one in years. I hope it holds up, master"
>You unwrap the sandwich and place each half on a plate
"It smells really strong"
>"I hope you like it"
"Bon app"
>You take a bite
>It's a massive blast of salty flavors against sweet, starchy bread
>You can feel several kinds of animal fat coat your mouth as you chew
>And you can tell the thing is almost totally devoid of vegetable fiber, like so many foods humans love
>The second bite pretty much leaves your sense of taste overwhelmed to the point of almost being numb
>"What do you think, master? Do you like it?""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32629227 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)19:39:28")

"The first bite is amazing, like a lot their food. But it makes the voice in the back of my head ask, 'Should I really be eating this?'"
>She laughs
>"It's naughty"
"That's one way to put it. And if by naughty you mean something we probably shouldn't be eating in the first place I agree"
>She gives you a pleading look
"But it's fun for a change of pace. Good call"
>Now she's all pleased with herself
>You doubt you're going to be able to finish your half, but it is interesting
>You would never have thought to even try something like this
>But it's interesting as a cultural experience
"So Skydancer says you'll be unhappy if I don't challenge you enough"
>"Does she?," she says, blushing
"Well, I asked and she kind of confirmed it"
>"What kind of... challenges did she suggest?"
"Nothing specific - we talked more about the mindset they ought to be framed in"
>"Oh, I see, master," she says, taking another bite of her sandwich
>Suddenly an idea pops into your head
>Why didn't you think of this earlier?
>Suggesting going out to fucking breakfast when you're going to wake up tomorrow with two mares in your apartment?
>That's missing an opportunity
>You must be getting old
>A younger you would have thought of this right away
"And as long as she'll be here in the morning, and she's always had a crush on you I figured we could exploit that for a little fun"
>"You want a show with her? I can do that. She'll LOVE it!"
"I want more than that. I want to see YOU get off with her, because your master tells you to"
>She gives you an apprehensive look that slowly turns into a smile
>"I can't tell if you hanging out with Shydancer is a good thing""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32629236 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)19:40:48")

"That doesn't change the fact that tomorrow morning you're going to bring her to bed and be a good little filly for her"
>And that's how you find yourself in bed with the sun rising out your window
>Two soaked and panting mares next to you
>And your cock at full mast, because it was hot as fuck
>As predicted Skydancer was really into it
>And your girl warmed up when you commanded her to
>To Sky's delight
>And really, watching her lose it all over the pegasus' face was the hottest thing you've seen in recent memory
>Telling her to be a good little filly and cum for mistress Sky
>Now you've got a ridiculous amount of cute in your bed and a raging hard on
>Sky whispers something into your girl's ear, and she nods
>Then she repositions herself so her face is nearly on top of your dick, smiling at you
"I thought you didn't like dicks?"
>"I don't," Skydancer replies. "But you just did something very nice for me."
>She runs her tongue up your shaft and toward your half flared head
>"I owe you one, and I don't like owing anypony anything, so let me..."
>You let her
>She's not as good as your girl
>But that still qualifies her as pretty damn good
>There is something satisfying about unloading in the mouth of a mare who likes mares, not stallions
>After making a fantasy of hers come true with your own mare
>Definitely a moment to savor - like planting your flag on conquered territory
>After you finish you're lying with a mare on either side of you
"You're both good girls"
>Your girl smiles
>Skydancer frowns. "It's been a while since anyone called me that"
"Do you hate it?"
>"Yes," the pegasus replies, "but I'll take it from you. I think you're going to be a good master""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32629238 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)19:41:51")

>"He IS," your girl replies. "He's a great master! And what did you think about...?"
>"Having a stallion in my mouth for the first time?," Skydancer replies. "Better than a man, but I'm still into fillies"
"I'll take better than a man any day. Who wants to go out for breakfast"
>"We had pretty heavy food last night, master. Is it OK if we just have apples and oats"
>"Apples and oats sound great!," Skydancer says. "I'm starving"
"You want to go get us breakfast in bed?"
>"On it," your girl replies, leaving you in bed with Skydancer
>"I can't believe i'm in bed with a stallion," she says.
>You figure it might be pushing your luck, but you did just cum in her mouth so...
>You give her a little nuzzle
>And are a little surprised when she nuzzles you back
>You can't believe how cute this lesbian pegasus dominatrix pedo can be when she wants to be
>"I'd be totally jealous of her if I swung that way," she says. "Even so, maybe I am a little"
"As long as you don't let that get in the way of your friendship you're welcome here any time"
>"Would you want more shows like that?," she askes hopefully
"You liked that, didn't you?"
>She blushes, which is quite a trick for a red pony
"I'm sure we can arrange something"
>"Just go a little easier on the pours next time, for me at least. That kind of hospitality could kill me"
>She snuggles up against you a little
>Then you realize it
>Sooner or later you're gonna fuck this little pegasus
>And you're gonna make her love it"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32629276 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)19:48:31" && image=="162108.png")

>>There is something satisfying about unloading in the mouth of a mare who likes mares"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32629279 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)19:48:46")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32629308 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)19:52:01")

It's shit."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32629418 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)20:12:58")

>To seek asylum in Canada, or to kill themselves?
Implying it a tough call between them.
This Canadian likes it just fine up here! Would think there would be a steady flow of ponies like Roses employee and that delivery pone to our chilly Land Of The Free.

>"What would be naughty food?"
If Italian gets old, they could ask the French deli for some horse meat subs. Or even... You’ve checked off every other taboo, why not cannibalism? The humans would hardly give a shit, and I doubt many ponies in this world would either. Cannibalism was actually a regular thing in the beef industry before the BSE crisis forced governments to crack down on it.

Love / hate your work, Filly Brothel Guy!"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32629443 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)20:21:04")

>This Canadian likes it just fine up here!
In my dystopia the US is pissed off at Canada for being too civilized about things like slavery, banking regulations and the like. But that's just the story. IRL I spent a few delightful years living in MTL and loved it. I've got nothing against the country personally.
>they could ask the French deli for some horse meat subs.
Not in NYC you can't.
>You’ve checked off every other taboo, why not cannibalism?
I still have more taboos to hit.
>Love / hate your work, Filly Brothel Guy!
Couldn't ask for more than that. Thanks, CanadaBro."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32629502 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)20:34:28")

>I still have more taboos to hit.
Try real horse/pony interaction. Nothing sexual, just a really weird meeting and how they have a better life than some ponies slaves"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32629569 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)20:49:43")

That's a huge can of worms. Like, how much can they understand each other even though our horses can't speak? How weird would it be to see a far more bestial analog of yourself? And how to face the fact that under current law they get treated better than you? No place I'd go without a powerful psychosexual angle. But I'll give that some thought. Thanks."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32629627 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)21:05:48")

U-unf my dude"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32629770 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)21:33:45")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32629843 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)21:45:04")

He got there before you my dude everything ok?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32629862 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)21:48:21" && image=="IMG_3817.png")

collect all the mother mares?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630087 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)22:29:42")

You seriously need to make at least one or two editing passes before you post. Lots of glaring formatting/grammar/spelling mistakes in this. If you don't care about your story why should anyone else?"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32630134 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)22:37:10")

>Lots of glaring formatting/grammar/spelling mistakes in this
You are correct. Usually I don't let a story be on the board for three days before posting. This one happened like that. And I'm using notepad, so format and spelling mistakes aren't obvious. I did spend ten minutes looking for that shit before I pasted it. But the truth is I'm used to having an editor, so I'm a spoiled little shit without one. Still trying to put across a good story here. Hope you enjoyed what you read."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630205 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)22:49:27")

>using notepad
Do you hate yourself?

...Anyways, when you paste your text into the edit form on Pastebin, your browser's spellchecker will highlight errors before you submit the edit unless you're using a browser that's as ass-backwards as notepad is"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630252 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)22:56:17")

Go poke Fang in the discord, he edits for half our writefags.
And tell him to finish his damn update already."

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32630260 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)22:57:27")

My situation is odd. I'm a pro creative. Which means I can't use any of the resources at my disposal for anything I do here, because it could have a negative impact on my career. So I'm on a backup computer not tied to anything work related. The proper Office suite has never even been installed on it. For work I use a Mac that never visits 4chan."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630291 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:03:23")

You could at LEAST use open office or notepad++ or something. I'd almost rather scan hand-written pages than use notepad."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630292 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:03:25")

While you're at it tell fanganon I want his babies"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630302 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:04:59")

I use notepad++ and set up a custom look so it has a dark background and actually looks like greentext, even with something approximating spoiler text."

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32630321 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:08:53")

Yeah, I'm kinda torturing myself for the story I'm writing. I know how wrong it is. That's what happens when you read too much JG Ballard too young. Still trying to put an interesting spin on it here."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630332 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:10:44")

I use notepad+++ and I just yell at my computer"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32630335 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:11:18")

Shit, yo. I might even figure out how to use Discord to have you tell me how to do that."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630397 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:21:42")

I use notepad++++ and it sucks my dick"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32630440 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:30:32")

Like Skydancer?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630445 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:31:28")

He's never called hippodrome green shit.
That's the problem."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630480 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:39:38" && image=="Hercules_Thumbs_Up.jpg")

>Thumb up for this green

Post you Thumb up pic anons!"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32630490 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:41:14")

Depends on your view. When you violate the cliches of the thread you can't expect the cliche responses. Not a problem, just the reality."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630501 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:43:28")

>He doesn't filter anonymous.

That way you only see green."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630505 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:44:04")

"It's shit" Anon, has never called your story shit.
He only says that to stories he likes and ignores the one he doesn't like."

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32630524 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:48:22")

He gave a lot of "it's shit" posts to Filly Brothel. Too busy now with the sequel to care who is into what. Too busy writing."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630535 && dateTime=="07/10/18(Tue)23:51:42")

He only gave it once.
You'll notice he doesn't use the period and besides saying "it's shit" he says "imposter" to those that mimic him."

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32630573 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)00:00:15" && image=="hades_two_thumbs_up_hercules-e1415407941963.jpg")

Anon has finally decided to take the big step, at least has a year to settle his affairs and buy an engagement ring, hopefully human authorities and ponies will not interfere in their mutual plans, the meeting scene was hot for witnesses, be that Glimmer wants to see his human again and soon or the waitress consider to appreciate the closeness of a stallion the message they gave is clear to many.

The real problem with this green was the idea of some interest between Silent Brooks and April, for Faust if the girl should be just a pre-teen! I do not know how old Brooks is, but I feel uncomfortable with this idea.

It feels like the end is not far from arriving in your AWF story

It is good to explore the idea of slavery on the part of a slave pony who lives favored by the situation, for many others they would be considered traitors and worthy of the worst if freedom is achieved, no matter how good their position they are only drops of water in a desert of social injustice.

El Bronco rules fellas!! if he continues to end up taking all his wife's friends and she will be applauding while doing so, ironically this would not have been possible if he were free and lived in Equestria (unless the idea of harem and herd persists in the pony society)

Good job Hippo Thumb Up!

If men and animals can get to "understand" each other surely the ponies will also do it, it is a mixture of body language, empathy and patience, who knows, if it is something not necessarily sexual it could be interesting."

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32630586 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)00:03:22")

>You'll notice he doesn't use the period...
That's nice."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630630 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)00:11:15")

Just saying he didn't call your story "shit"."

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32630631 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)00:11:25")

>El Bronco rules fellas!
Dude used to be a rockstar in Equestria. How can he not still try to live that?"

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32630651 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)00:14:33")

It is rare to live the dream being a slave, but a pretty dominatrix lesbian pony in love with your wife "thank you" for being a good host is something to remember"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630667 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)00:17:36")

"Is it's shit anon's posts that sought after?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630686 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)00:21:40")

"Settings" drop down menu
Click "Style Configurator..."
On the left is two scrolling text boxes labeled "Language:" and "Style:"
Under "Style" click the second option which should be "Default Style"
To the right is "Background colour" with a white box next to it (ignore foreground color)dunno why it uses uk spelling only here
Click the box to edit the color then click "more colors," which opens a menu where you can enter RGB values directly in the bottom right.

>If you use 4chan's dark theme, Tomorrow:
Pick RGB value (40,42,46) for "Background color"
I prefer navy blue (13,13,33) for the background but that's just me.
>If you use /mlp/'s default theme, Yatsuba B:
Pick (214,218,240)
If you use a different theme, you can jolly fuck off and figure out your own colors.

>Whatever background color you choose, save it as a custom color or remember its RGB values

Close the style configurator
"Language" drop down menu
"Define your language" at the very bottom
"Create New" at the top, just left of center
Name it "im a faget" or something
The window that opens should already be on the "Folder & Default" tab
Under "Default style," click "Styler"
Pick the same background color as above
For foreground color, pick (200,200,200) if Tomorrow or (0,0,0) if Yatsuba B or (fuck you) for your own theme


if(BadPacing && title=="" && postNumber==32630700 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)00:24:33" && image=="1515170453491.jpg")

>gotta catch them all
While I do take requests and prompts, I enjoy writing all kinds of things. Don't want to limited myself too much when I have so many ideas I want to get out. Griffons sailing on the high seas, horses mining in West Virginia, comfy slice of life, ponies desperately trying to fight against line infantry, all kinds of things. I guess if there is demand I can write another one, but it would have to wait until I get a few other things out."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630703 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)00:24:42")

">>32630686 (You)
Click the "Comment & Number" tab
Under "Comment line style" you'll see "Open:" and a white box.
Put > in the box
Open the styler and pick the same background color again
For the foreground, entering the actual RGB value for 4chan's greentext makes a really ugly green in notepad++ for some reason
If you want to see for yourself, Tomorrow's greentext is (181,189,104) and Yatsuba B's is (120,153,34)
You can experiment and choose your own green, but I like a nice, solid (0,200,0)

Under "Comment style" put [spoiler.] in "Open:" and [/spoiler.] in "Close:" (without the dots)
In the styler, pick straight black as background and dark grey for foreground, I went with (64,64,64)
Supposedly there IS a way to have true spoiler tags in notepad++ that are solid black until you hover over them, but it's complicated and I couldn't get it to work.

You don't even need to save, it's already created and updates immediately when you change anything, just close the user defined language window

Open a saved greentext or copy some into a new document and select your language at the very bottom of the language drop down menu and it should change instantly.

I'm 90% sure that's every step necessary. If I missed something, I'm too lazy to figure it out.


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32630722 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)00:28:44")

You forgot the part about the Nigerian prince and his bank routing number"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32631253 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)03:25:18")

Didn't know that singular guy had a copyright on the "It's shit" thing. Not like it's been a thing in multiple different threads for years or anything."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32631283 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)03:38:27")

He's been around for years.
Like filly brothel when? Anon, before he disappeared."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32631346 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)04:08:42")

">Be Gilf
>Get to Equestria
>Get with Spitfire
>Start screwing her
>Whisper in her ear
"I'm only ironically fucking your ass."
>She looks back and whispers to you.
>"And I'm only ironically a stallion~"
>Get fucked in ass
>Die of internal bleeding

>Be Gilf revived by Twilight magic.
>You had the ray gun.
>Decide you don't want no brother.
>Dump Spitfire
>Heh, nothing personal homo.
>Go for a walk
>See Winona
>Start fucking her
>Get knocked out
>Wake up strapped to a bench with the Apple family around you
>"Well Mac, show 'em what he gets for fuckin' our dog." Granny Smith says.
>"E' nope." Big Mac replies.
>"Oh right, you're gay." Granny says with a sigh. "Ifin' you want something done right you got to do it yourself."
>Get fucked in ass by Granny Smith"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32631463 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)05:23:53")

>Pacer languished in bed
>The dick in her hole was comforting, and ready to go
>Well maybe, she thought as she realized she couldn't really feel which hole through the numbness
>She hoped she hadn't broken her ward last night
>Still, cuddles were good
>Pacer pushed her lips out and exhaled slowly on Rebel's ear
>The hot wet breath sent it into a twipping frenzy.
>Back and forth it swivled trying to get out of the way of her play
>But escape it could not as she got closer
>Her muzzle jerked and lips caught tight
>His ear was now hers to toy with
>First order of business was to suck on it
>Sweat and the taste of sandalwood and cherries greeted her
>Now she had control over Rebel
>Control to push against him tighter to hold close and enjoy his warmth
>At some point he'd need to get up and be ready for his owner
>But here and now, in this bed, it was just the two of them
>Lovers, no master, no slave
>Just happy and comfy under the warm inviting covers."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32631809 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)08:54:38")

>"I want to see YOU get off with her, because your master tells you to"
We are reaching levels of Unf that shouldn't be scientifically possible."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32631894 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)09:48:38" && image=="1248169__screencap_suggestive_animated_scootaloo_edit_sweetie+belle_plot_bedroom+eyes_cutie+mark_edited+screencap.gif")

To be fair, there's no point in me asking when Filly Brothel is coming when it's already come. I'd look like a creep if I kept asking after that."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32631901 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)09:52:00")

You gave me a prophecy to fulfill. I hope it was to your satisfaction!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32632219 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)11:40:48")

I'm in awe of your autistic dedication. Lesser men would have given up, but you proved that the world can change for the better if you REEEEEEE long enough.
Time to work on your next request. Make it a good one."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32632317 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)12:21:19")

A team of mercenary slave thieves violently invade their room through the balcony.maybe they want Rebel or maybe they want a pony who Rebel can get.
Either way, take us to the slave dome."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32632640 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)13:47:23")

We have a new lewd filly slave meme >>32621541, we can accept him as your replacement"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32632831 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)14:35:48")

Fuck off pedo scum"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32632873 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)14:46:29")

I want to strap sweetie belle to my stomach with a leather harness and use her as a cock sleeve"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32632901 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)14:51:32")

What you need is a new prompt to meme into existence. Or you can use your powers for good and get old writefags to update. Maiden Voyage Brothel when?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32632907 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)14:52:32" && image=="bedfilly ready for her master.png")

Come on, would you say no to this?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32632917 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)14:55:13")

110% cuddly. Wouldn't know whether to hug or use as pillow."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32633017 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)15:16:33")

I couldn't say no to that"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32633037 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)15:23:14")

Is Gizmo a shadowrun DM or something?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32633445 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)17:02:45")

Cuddles and kisses only, but I will need all my strength to not fall to the temptation"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32633486 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)17:10:25")

You're kidding yourself, Anon. If she were willing there's no way you could resist."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32633631 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)17:37:37")

I would be utterly unable to resist the urge lean over and blow a big, loud raspberry right on that silly filly belly until she's completely overcome with giggles."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32633664 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)17:43:02")

You irredeemable monster. Get the fuck off our board."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32634110 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)19:22:00" && image=="1455277.png")

Absolutely not. After this, I will go even worse - I will hold her little hoovesies while we cuddle!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32634114 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)19:22:20")

"Remember to give your cute stallion buttslut his daily dose of prostate massage";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32634186 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)19:36:00")

For Faust this picture is great! Octavia is a very very beatiful mare!!!!!"

if(SPoG && title=="" && postNumber==32634760 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)21:43:41" && image=="648CC4DA-DFA9-479B-B671-E5F1A6D70894.jpg")

"The Sweet Pigs of Guinea strap in for the ride home from the vet. Pale Pig was just along for the ride, Fluff Pig had her teeth trimmed. The news for her is not good: they are completely maloccluded. I’m force feeding her, and that’s no fun for either of us. She’ll need this every month, and is unlikely to live six months in any case. I am, of course, thinking of killing her. But not yet.

When would you kill your beloved slave-pone? Ever? Even when she got old, and her teeth wore out, and she was costing a bunch of money, and she couldn’t move well anymore, and she was going to die anyway? How would you make the decision; how much would the money or her own wishes sway you? Would finally freeing her to fend for herself be an option?

I wonder how many retired pensioners Slaveventure maintains? His herd is still fairly young, slavery itself is still young, but it’s a question he will have to answer soon. His investors will have to agree with it, too!

Sorry for being such a downer, but when you take responsibility for a dependent you make hard decisions one way or another. It’s not all just spanks and snuggles.

>9, as always."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32634779 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)21:47:31")

so hairy
is it fluffy hair or more like human?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32634940 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:21:48")

Slavery is ultimately an unsustainable institution. The writing's already on the wall in Slaveventure - abolition will come long before an aging herd ever becomes a concern."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32634960 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:25:12")

>I am, of course, thinking of killing her. But not yet.
I hate to sound cold, but it's a Guinea Pig. Most folks I know wouldn't even bother taking one to the vet in the first place. I had a cat and never bothered until it was obvious she was fucked up and had to be put down. You've already gone above and beyond."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32634992 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:32:55")

I honestly hope CYOSAnon becomes a pauper when he's forced to pay reparations."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635002 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:35:06")

Not gonna happen m80, only people get to have rights."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635025 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:41:16")

"So ... slow day in slave general huh?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635037 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:44:03")

Everyslave deserve at least a break.We will survive fust with bedfilly, stallion buttslut and Guinea shitpost until the next update"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635039 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:44:38")

Pale Pig has a dense fur coat, Fluff Pigs is thinner and longer, more like a human. They don’t have an inner layer like dogs or cats, the hairs are all the same. They both need a bath every month or two.

>Slavery is unsustainable.
So is fossil fuel, but it can still last several hundred years. Slaveventure Anon plans to retire on it, and for Megan to be a career slaveowner too. Immortal alicorns might take such a long view, but everyone else should be assuming forever.

>It's a Guinea Pig.
But she’s MY precious piggie! You’re right of course, and I will make that call sooner or later. Pets and slaves are legally identical, their intellect and speech make no difference. Would a sick slave begging for her life be easier or harder to kill than a dumb pet looking at you with their calm trusting eyes?

>Slow day?
Sweet Pigs only post on page 9, and it’s been a LONG time. A slow day on a fast thread."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635052 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:48:13")


Do you give your ponies a day off?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635068 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:50:47")

>Slaveventure Anon plans to retire on it, and for Megan to be a career slaveowner too.
The fact that there's such an active protester movement doesn't bode well for those plans, and CYOSAnon is very likely aware of that. He'll squeeze every last drop of profit out of his place before it happens, but it's going to. Maybe even before Megan reaches adulthood. Probably all the more reason he seems to be coming around to the idea of Megan seeing ponies as friends instead of possessions. They may very well be her equals by the time she's his age."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635073 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:51:14")

The only post-slavery reparations I can think of is when the slaves of Hati repayed their own French owners. Rich folks write the law."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635087 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:53:08")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635093 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:53:56")

Did you escape your tard wrangler Anon?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635096 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:54:09")

>Would a sick slave begging for her life be easier or harder to kill than a dumb pet looking at you with their calm trusting eyes?
Yes. Because if I could see my slave as something close to my equal (even if I didn't want to believe it) I'd want her to have something close to the kind of care I'd want for myself. But a glorified rat looking at me? I just wouldn't want it to be suffering."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635103 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)22:55:35")

>the slaves of Hati repayed their own French owners
And the rest of the world has pretty much punished them for daring such a revolt ever since."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635147 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)23:04:35" && image=="272202__safe_artist-colon-spittfireart_spitfire_animated_breath_cute_cutefire_eyeroll_female_filly_floppy+ears_pegasus_pony_sigh_solo.gif")

">autists run off CYOS
>suddenly thread is dead
Who would have fucking guessed"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635169 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)23:08:17")

"I miss clear skies";

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32635197 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)23:13:17")

More tomorrow."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635214 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)23:15:01")

Stop associating maid outfits with slavery. Maids are pure and free"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635234 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)23:18:38")

And Mocha Cream is a good girl, A GOOD GIRL!!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635268 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)23:22:31")

We could discuss the stories of other regular writers as well. Like what's the deal with celly in Mirta's story. Why is she still mad when she pushed humans shit in? Or when are Velvet and Coal gonna bang in shitcunts story? Will Vinyl ever actually learn French in Norlf's story."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635274 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)23:23:13")

>Maids are pure and free
If they had any proper angles for self-determination they wouldn't be maids."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635319 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)23:30:27")

Sorry to hear about Fluff Pig

>For me
Fug. I don't even know how I would handle it. I think I'd try to keep her going as long as there was some value in her life, but if it ever got to the point that she was so sick that there wasn't anything left for her to enjoy anymore... yeah. I admit, I would consider giving her a peaceful end. There's a lot more to life for a pony than most animal-pets, though, so it'd be a while. Definitely not just "freeing" her by dropping her off on a corner somewhere to fend for herself.

At that point, if slavepone has been with me for that long I seriously doubt money would be a major deciding factor.

>For Slaveventure
It hasn't been an issue for him yet for him - he had been buying relatively young ponies. Mayor Mare is probably one of the older ponies in his herd, and I see her as being in her 50s at this point. He'll get another few decades of good work out of here before he needs to think about retiring her. Of course, since the thread chose a while back to have him start bringing in family members regardless of profitability, it's something he'll have to confront rather sooner. If this story ran on a scale of years, it would be a call you'd have to make.

Back when we buried Chrysocolla, I dropped an offhand mention to there only being a few graves in the camp's little cemetery. Those were probably ponies who died from severe sickness or injury. My initial thought is that he might have had some of them euthanized, if there was truly no chance for them to recover. But that would have been a big deal, and never got mentioned in the story at all. So, who knows."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635376 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)23:38:35")

I'm talking about content updates, my dude. It's no coincidence we aren't getting any."

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32635394 && dateTime=="07/11/18(Wed)23:40:43")

Now that Anon has got older ponies would be a good time to start building a retirement home for ponies, a place where those who can no longer perform tasks have a just rest from a long life of fatigue, Anon can build it and Megan can take care of of its maintenance and expansion in the future.

And if we talk about Euthanasia, I would like to think that this option would only be done in case the ponies suffered from an incurable disease, suffer a terrible accident which would not survive or in terribly extreme cases of a dying pony that suffers severely, would not a cold act of getting rid of a useless slave but an act of mercy."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635542 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)00:03:33")

On the front loaded side this thread has been an embarrassment of riches, like the ones that came before it. Give the writefags some time to recover."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635620 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)00:14:56")

No investor ever: “Building a retirement home for used-up slaves is an excellent place to park my money! Much higher return than tracking funds or T-bills!”

Anon might wish this was something he could give his herd, but he needs a business case to justify it. Slaveventure is a profit making enterprise first and a nurturing community second if at all. Not saying it can’t or won’t happen, but it’s tricky."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635657 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)00:21:42")

"Corona when?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635768 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)00:50:20")

I have once again fallen way behind on my feedback for Off-Duty due IRL scheduling. I found time to make up for several updates tonight though if you feel like giving yourself a small headache, can't give up now when we're so close!

>Brook's dream
This was a pretty cool sequence, I like how your method of Celestia stopping Brook's nightmarish apparition of the humans who tortured him involved a less direct approach, having her words reach Brook instead which gave him the ability to realize he was in a dream and wake himself up. Giving strength to others so they can rely on themselves more is better for the long run than just vanquishing it herself when she has to go.

>Reunion with Anonymous
This was a long long time in the waiting and it delivered well. Her time with April seemed to set a precedence, jumping up into his lap dutifully and nuzzling him like a giddy little house-cat for her human, and Anon's reaction in hugging her back. Finally glad to have them back together again. Also glad to hear that the trial is going well, I would have hated if Celestia's snafu with the law costed them something important like that.
>Anon's decision
Loved the fake-out and the effect it had on poor Celestia, but worth it for that reaction of hers both when she realized she was getting her human (best end!) and her realization that the fake-out was on purpose. Glitter/Brook can feel awkward all they like, let the human and his princess have their nose boops and spanking threats. Also liked thinking of Celestia fantasizing about 'marrying' Anon. Would that make him King back in Equestria?

I'm eager to see what plan Celestia comes up with now that Mr. Plain cannot be relied upon. I'm hoping Miriam can help Rock/Lake too a lot, she seems resourceful and helpful in getting the word to them early on the agents. Still business to solve with Saul/Brook too I assume. Anon and Celly need more of their snuggles soon, even if it's in Equestria."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635789 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)00:54:13")

>Assuming a little autism is enough to chase off CYOS
Trust me, he's seen worse from the thread"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635903 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)01:23:25")

"I think once corona and her master fuck for the first time she'll never be able to keep her tail down again
I'm surprised she doesn't have her tail flagged already in her delusion thinking her marehood may turn the tide in his indecisiveness"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32635981 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)01:47:03")

> couple of hours with no green
> reeee thred is ded
That's not a facebook group with posts on timer, every other thread has its own spikes and quiet hours"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636025 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)02:03:32" && image=="IMG_3839.png")

Landscape when?"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32636167 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)02:57:00")


A very nice and though-out feedback, thank you Anon! It does a writefag good to see his or her own story from a different viewpoint.
No major surprises this time, it seems I (mostly) managed to get across the message I wanted, but I quite enjoyed your interpretation of Saul/Brook relationship, and how it changed as new information came up.

Thanks again! I will endeavor to keep up the good work."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636180 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)03:01:40")

Knowing how dark you can get I hope next update doesn't have Saul hanging from a rafter with his name carved next to brooks"

if(Shitcunt !/spgV4ZR/o && title=="" && postNumber==32636220 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)03:14:23")

Sorry for the extra delay. I've finished it up and now I'm just formatting it for posting, so it'll be up sometime in the next hour."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636406 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)04:25:10")


if(Shitcunt !/spgV4ZR/o && title=="" && postNumber==32636409 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)04:25:37" && image=="123857496597.jpg")


Going shopping.


This green contains explicit scenes with a stallion, a mare, and more to be added here as they’re revealed. If you’re uncomfortable with continuous lewd detailed descriptions (some fucking gay shit, bruh) then caution is advised. It’s a smut story. Read on at your own peril."

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>”Young mare for ten thousand! I’ve got a young mare here; and for only ten thousand she can be yours! Fantastic breed! Extremely compliant! Language trained! Ready and willing to learn -- or do -- anything: starting ten thousand cash money!”
>From the moment the words leave his wicked lips, a flock of heads turn; and the well-dressed rancher’s stand is instantly mobbed by grease stained perverts and affluent altruists alike.
>Bid after bid coming forth in an obscene and grotesque torrent from the gathering crowd.
>Hungry faces all fawning over an adorable little filly who’s eyes seem almost too big for her own head.
>A joy filled smile on her face at all the attention she’s receiving.
>The spectacle also managed to snag the attention of a certain curious mare.
“I knew you were looking for something ‘spicy’, but I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing, Dash.”
>By your side, the cyan Pegasus’ wandering gaze snaps away from the twisted show.
>”W-Wha-?!” she stammers. “That’s not what I’m after, Anon. It’s sick and you know it!”
>There is some bite in her words, but you deserve a little bit of that.
>Her rainbow tail flicks your rear, letting you know she wants to move on as she bumps her flank against your leg.
“Alright, alright. My bad.” you smirk as you reach down and scratch behind her ear. “Moving on then.”
>As she leans into your ministrations with a satisfied smile, you marvel at how attached she’s become."

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>When you first bought her, it was all ‘I’m gonna save my friends!’ this, and ‘I’m gonna kill you in your sleep!’ that.
>And now?
>Let’s just say you’ve gotten closer.
>A lot closer.
>Hell, she was the one that asked if you could both go shopping for a new housemate
>Or two.
>Or three.
>With some extra emphasis on the ‘mate’.
“Then what did you have in mind, Gorgeous?”
>She grins as a crimson hue creeps across the sky-blue coat on her cheeks.
>”Something fun... For both of us.” is all she cheekily offers as she picks out the next stall.
>Leading you on with a skip in her trot and a swing in her hips, the mare takes the lead.
>Neither of you had wanted to sit through a depressing auction, so you had instead opted for a sort of ‘adults only’ fare.
>Here one could purvey specimens of high quality, unique traits -- or sometimes, a rare mixture of both -- which were brought in to be shown off and sold.
>There were also a wide variety of creatures from all over Equestria on offer, so you had decided on starting with ponies before moving onto the more exotic varieties later.
>It also didn’t hurt that you could ‘try out’ the products on offer in a limited capacity.
>For only a small fee, or course.
>And so; you had rented a modest moving-van in anticipation of the haul you’d be bringing home with Dash, and headed on down with her on a sunny Saturday morning.
>Despite much anticipation though, you both ended up walking amongst the stalls and ducking and weaving through scores of perverts on the hot summer day for longer than you would have liked.
>After getting over her initial excitement, the impatient mare by your side had started getting frustrated by the overabundance of underage or otherwise uninteresting merchandise on display."

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>There had been a few promising mares that Rainbow had initially shown a keen interest in, but sooner or later they would begin hitting on you; and then her jealous streak would flare up with a vengeance.
>”I’m not gonna back down from a challenge, Anon. But I don’t want any new problems.”
>That was her rosy cheeked explanation when you asked her about it.
>You didn’t mind, as the athletic mare by your side already had all the fantastically healthy curves you could ask for.
>And so you looked.
>And looked.
>And looked some more...
>Until you were both bored silly and tired from sweating under the oppressive summer sun.
>Though as you sat on the cusp of giving up on the pony section and moving on to some of the other creatures on offer, an energetic voice cut through the crowd.
>”Afternoon, Folks! Virile stallion here for the adventurous mare and gentleman!”
>Cyan ears perk up and swivel by your side, and you raise a hesitant eyebrow as you’re led over to a nearby slaver’s station.
>A short and rather obscenely plump woman -- dressed in a tacky, overflowing, green-yellow floral dress -- stands behind a makeshift counter in front of a large beige tent.
>Enthusiastically showing off the stallion chained up next to her with a gesturing hand.
>“No discrimination here, folks! Yessir! It's the year of our lord two-thousand-eighteen after all! Looking for a hole that can take it all? After a rutting that will make you crawl? Then look no further. This fine specimen here has a fifth leg as long as your forearm and thick as your fist! And when he blows? Whoo-ee, you could put out a fire with that hose, I’ll tell you ‘hwhat! Only forty five hundred and he’s all yours! Gelding option included of course, for only a nominal fee!”"

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>The large, well-groomed silver stallion by her side – who, for the most part, had been staring into the distance like a statue -- lets out a muted whimper at that last detail.
>His deep-blue cobalt eyes nervously flicking back and forth as you and Dash carefully inspect him.
“No. No gelding, thanks.”
>A thankful sigh escapes his muzzle before he resumes his professional pose.
>He certainly is impressive at first glance.
>Strong muzzle.
>Glossy silver coat.
>Long and healthy auburn coloured mane and tail.
>Rock solid posture mixed with a practiced pose that shows off the corded muscle in his equine body.
>All of this is topped off with an almost military physique and expression.
>But his polished hooves are positioned in such a way in front of him that you can’t really glimpse his ‘unique appeal’.
>Without the main attraction on stage, your boredom is echoed by your mare’s disappointed yawn.
>You know that she wasn’t too excited about stallions before you got her, so you’re not all that surprised by the indifferent look on her face.
>Especially in a place like this - where fit and healthy stallions are a dime a dozen.
“No magical enhancements?”
>”No, Sir! I’m 100% all natural!” The stallion happily answers this question – his voice moderately deep with a surprisingly gentle hum and playful overtones.
>His eyes now excitedly dancing between you and your mare.
>Or, more specifically, your crotch and her wings.
>Makes sense.
>After all, not too many Pegasus earn their flight freedoms, let alone the privilege to walk around without a collar.
>You’ve already had to turn down a few desperate mares today who begged for you to buy them once they noticed Dash’s standing."

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>The attention on the bulge in your pants is slightly concerning though.
>At the end of the day - you’re looking for something for Rainbow, despite her insistence otherwise.
>”Oh, pshaw! Those things are too expensive for something like him anyway. Plus, as I’m sure you already know, the magic rolls off of these critters like water off a duck’s back.” the saleslady chimes in. “No offense intended.” she adds with an insincere smile at the pony by your side.
>”None taken.” Dash indifferently brushes her apology off.
>The lady does have a point though.
>But you’re still not-
>”Do you think we could see it?” Your mare asks nonchalantly.
>Surprised, you look down at her.
>”What?” She glances back up at you, her hoof pointing at the stallion. “She said he has one as long as a human arm. I wanna see it.”
“So she says. Most places here offer sampling right?” you look back at the plump woman manning the stall.
>”Naturally!” The woman’s face lights up. “And while I’d love to oblige, dear. There’ll be certain conditions, and, uh, *Ehem*, compensations, that are required for that kind of thing. This ain’t a freak show, after all! If she just wants to see it, then that won’t be too expensive. But if she wants a full demonstration-”
>Dash’s rainbow mane bobs up and down in time with her nodding.
>A sheet of paper with a performance fee printed on it is swiftly handed to you.
“... Really? This much?” you ask incredulously at the four hundred dollar price tag.
>Very nearly a tenth of the already high asking price.
>”I’m afraid so, sir. Otherwise the poor thing here would be dead on his hooves before the end of the day. Not to mention the mess!”"

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>The saleslady pats the muscular stallion on the back while giving a hearty laugh, but the pony finds no joy in the act.
>Rather he immediately flinches away from her touch and splays his ears back.
>That’s interesting.
>Wonder what Rainbow thinks of tha-
>As you look down, you’re rewarded with a lethal dose of pink, puppy dog eyes from your mare.
>It seems like Dash didn’t notice his little slip up.
>Still, it’s a rort, and the woman manning the stall knows it.
>But you can’t beat that look.
“This’ll be coming out of your budget, y’know! If you want to buy him after this, then you won’t have as much left over.”
>Her eyes dart back and forth between you and the stallion as she hums and haws.
>Impressively, the stallion doesn’t panic despite the importance of this moment.
>He just holds his gaze forward; His muscles flexing slightly as he sits as still as a statue. Emphasising the natural bulk and size of his masculine equine body.
>Good move.
>You know that the mare is a sucker for good physique; and judging by the way her mouth is now hanging slightly open, she’s been taken in.
>”I’m super sure! I mean, it’s not like we’ve found anything else yet. Right?” She tries to hide her enthusiasm as she audibly sucks up some drool.
>An excited swish in her tail that clues you in on just how much she’s now looking forward to this.
>Hook, line, and sinker.
“Okay then…”
>She starts lovingly nuzzling your thigh as you reach for your wallet.
>”Thanks, Anon!”
>You spoil this mare too much.
>With a grumble, you pull out your card and start signing the form.
>”Much obliged, Sir! If you’ll both just come with me, we’ll get both of you seated for the, uh, ‘demonstration’.”"

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>Giving you a cocky smile that stretches from ear to ear, the saleslady leads you into the tent behind her, sitting you and Dash down on a large couch.
>The constant background noise of the fair becoming a dull static in this makeshift retreat.
>As you take your seats in front of a small, flimsy, wooden ‘stage’ that’s really just a few planks laid next to each other - Dash parks herself close up against your side with her head resting on your leg.
>”Like a firehose.” the slaver repeats with a smile as she offers a pair of towels.
>She beams proudly as you take them, before quickly retrieving the main attraction from the front and parking him in front of you.
>Though as she unhooks the chain from his collar with her pudgy fingers, you notice that he leans away from her hands as much as he can without shifting his hooves.
>”Now, Mister Grumpy Goose here doesn’t like me hanging around for this sort of thing. So if you need anything, or if he starts ‘acting up’-” she finger quotes as if it’s never happened before. ”Just give me a holler, and I’ll come sort him out.” with a sing song tone in her words, she dangles a device for the Stallion’s shock collar in front of you.
>No matter how composed the stallion might try to be, you can’t blame him when his eyes flick fearfully onto the device for a split second.
>”Yea, Yea. We get it, Lady! Let’s get on with the show!” a raspy voice sounds out from your side.
>Your mare’s tail swishing in anticipation as she shoos off the slaver with a wave of her hoof.
>You grin and place a hand on her athletic flank, making her hum with delight as you both start getting in the mood."

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>”Alright, Dear. No need to rush. He’s not going anywhere.” The plump woman turns and looks at the stallion. “Do you need some help getting warmed up, Steel?”
>Your stomach drops, and you feel Dash flinching under your fingers as well.
“I don’t like where this is going…”
>The sweaty, obese woman looks at you for a moment - a curious look plastered on her rotund face.
>Then suddenly, she breaks out into hearty laughter.
>”Ahahaha. Oh my, my, my. Don’t you two worry now. I’m just offering him a little ‘supplement’ is all. Gets him in the mood and helps him perform. Takes a lot of energy - bringing forth that beast of his.”
>She clumsily pulls a pill out of a pocket on her dress and offers it to the stallion.
>He eyes it for a second, takes a brief glance in your direction, and then nods.
>“I feel like putting on a good show.” he declares. “You folks like the sound of that?”
>Dash’s head excitedly bobs up and down as you deliberately start kneading her cutie mark.
>”Then that’s what we’ll go with, Masters. Please, enjoy the performance! If you wish to purchase me, then arrangements can be made with my owner after we’re done. And remember - No touching the merchandise!” He enthusiastically recites with a sing song voice before his owner tosses the pill at him.
>Reaching out with his muzzle and snatching it from the air, the stallion quickly swallows it with an audible gulp and a hum of delight.
>After a few sips from a nearby bottle of water, the visibly excited equine turns back to you and deliberately licks his lips.
>”I’ll leave you folks to it then. I’ll be just outside if you need me.”"

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>While the saleswoman swiftly vacates the room, you briefly take in the surroundings.
>There's a litany of basic cleaning materials in this otherwise bland back room, as well as a few larger and more permanent stains on the inside walls of the tent.
>The smell is rather pleasant though.
>You were expecting something a little more… Musky, to say the least.
>It would still be safe bet to say that the room has only been cleaned very recently.
>However, all of the little details lead you to a conclusion that makes the towels look that much more appealing.
>”I know you folks must be quite excited.” The stallion reassumes a neutral face as he begins. “Rest assured, we’ll be getting down to business very soon. In the meantime, do you have any preferences for how you want me to, uh, ‘demonstrate’?”
>”Yes, Sir. I can strike any pose you’d like for the performance.”
>Although the atmosphere in this back room and the shadow of the coming show is starting to get you a bit worked up as well, you decide you’ll leave the choice to the now gently huffing mare by your side.
>”C-Can you… C-Can you do it kind of side on? Like, not fully side on. Diagonally! With a hoof held up! And flexing too!”
>Tilting his head, a frown crosses his face at the confusing instructions.
“I think she sort of wants you striking a pose. Looking to the horizon. All heroic. Kind of like a statue of a commander watching his troops march into battle, y’know?”
>”Yea! What he said!”
>The stallion taps his chin with a forehoof and chews the inside of his cheek for a few seconds before nodding."

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>”Like this?”
>He shifts his heading so that his body points off to your left.
>Widening the stance of all four of his hooves, the stallion stretches his left hind leg back.
>Affording you both a comfortable view of his underside while his left forehoof strokes along the length of his toned torso.
>Taut muscles all over his body flexing in a deliberate display of his physique.
>”Yea… Perfect.” Dash mutters before biting her lip and dragging your hand down to her mid-section.
>And with that, you get your first proper glimpse at his ‘unique appeal’.
>Although his member still hides rather shy in its sheath - his swollen orbs hang heavily in the smooth black sack between his legs, giving you ample foreshadowing for what’s to come.
>Some of the doubts you had about his capabilities start diminishing by the second as you estimate each one to be at least as big as a mandarin.
>”And you, Good Sir? Do you have any... ‘Preferences’?” he asks; a subtle blush creeping across his cheeks from the attention.
>Confused, you look back up at his face where his stoic and professional expression has turned playful and adventurous once again.
>There’s also something else hiding in those excited, cobalt blue eyes of his that you’re going to pretend you can’t see for now.
>This is for Dash, after all.
>You might be getting a bit excited. But this is for her.
>Just keep telling yourself that.
“Don’t worry about me. She’s the one you have to impress.”
>”A little shy, huh? That’s perfectly fine.” the stallion muses as he licks his lips.
“Excuse me?” you fire back with a playful hint of anger.
>”S-Sorry, n-no offense intended, Sir.” he suddenly recoils and bows his head slightly.
>Followed by an innocently submissive look at you that makes his eyes shimmer.
>He’s good."

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>“Perhaps then, you were looking for… Something else?”
>He coyly blows a stray lock of brown mane out of his eyes and starts slowly swinging his hips from side to side.
>The bulging sack between his legs swaying along like an obscene pendulum.
>Rainbow purrs at the provocative display, while at the same time your fingers gently dance over her belly, tickling and stroking where they go as your hand gradually slides down her soft coat.
>”I’ll admit, I’m a bit of a slow starter.” the stallion hums as his tail starts swishing back and forth.
>At the same time, and ever so gradually - he starts turning his body.
>Unexpectedly prominent hips bouncing the whole way - in time with the rising swell of a sultry humming that thrums deep in his throat.
>”But when I get going-”
>As he slowly spins, you notice his cutie mark.
>It’s a bar of metal that’s been tempered blue.
>Was he a steel worker?
>Is he a former industry worker?
>It would explain the muscle.
>That would be another fantastic benefit to your-
>”I think you’ll find-“ he interrupts your train of thought as he starts keeping a beat with a forehoof.
>His body orienting so that now you get a full view of both of his toned haunches swaying side to side from behind.
>”Unf.” Dash grunts.
>It could be because she’s drooling over his muscular hindquarters, or the prize that lies teasingly underneath his tail.
>Or maybe it’s because of your fingers, which have drifted down her belly and now gently tend to her swollen nipples.
>You’re not one hundred percent sure what it is, but she’s definitely enjoying it.
>“That I have a ‘little’ something-“
>The stallion crosses his hind legs and bends over low. Holding his chest to the floor as his rear juts into the air. Further emphasizing the enticing shape of his silver hindquarters."

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>But you can’t see everything just yet.
>His sleek brown tail deliberately swishes from side to side, following his hips. Cleverly stopping just before it reveals what lies beneath. Keeping you and the mare by your side breathing heavily in anticipation.
>Though not for long.
>”-For everyone!”
>Like a curtain finally being pulled back, his tail instantly flags completely out of the way, giving you both an ample view of the back of his large, smooth, sack; and above that-
>Not stopping his humming and the slight swaying of his hips – the stallion, now resting his front half on his chest, reaches back with a forehoof and pulls on a cheek.
>Spreading himself open slightly for you.
>Holy shit.
>He turns his head slightly while holding the pose so that he can stare at you.
>Not at Rainbow Dash.
>At you.
>A hungry snort escaping his nostrils as the desire in his cobalt eyes burns brightly.
>You would never admit it out loud, but the scene in front of you looks kind of-
>”Looks pretty inviting, huh, Anon?” Dash quips at your side.
>”I dunno. You tell me.” you instantly deflect. “You’re the one buying him.”
>She smirks, and rubs a cheek on your leg.
>”You can play as dumb as you like. But I can tell-“ She places a hoof on the snaking bulge in your pants. “That you’re enjoying the sho-ho-how!”
>The eager mare stutters and yelps as you suddenly press a finger onto her wet and winking button.
“And you’re just an innocent bystander, hmmm?” you ask as you move your hand even lower.
>Gently spreading her lips apart with your pointer and ring fingers while the flat of your palm slowly rolls over her eager clit."

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>”H-hey, ngh, I-I j-just, h-hoh man, just want s-something that, o-oh, that we can both enjoy, Big Guy. Mmmmm!” she punctuates her sentence with a hungry moan and starts rubbing you through your jeans.
>Grunting with satisfaction at how wet and warm your hand has gotten, you turn back to the show where the stallion is patiently swaying his hips back and forth while he waits.
>”I’m glad you’re both enjoying the show. I’m sorry to say though, that as you two were… talking-” he licks his lips. “The ‘main attraction’ has already made its debut.”
>Before you can respond, he uncrosses his legs so you can understand.
“God damn.”
>The thick, distinct, dark black flesh hangs so low between his legs that it’s almost touching the ground.
>Even though the party has just begun.
>”O-oh, wow…” Dash huskily whispers. “I… I-I don’t think they were lying, Anon…”
>Giving you a coyly apologetic smile, the stallion starts swinging his hips again.
>His growing member swaying from side to side now as he spins back around and assumes Dash’s preferred pose.
>”Sorry to have gotten so excited on my own, but I, uh… I wasn’t expecting to receive a show.”
>He looks apologetically over at Dash, who has slowly started spreading her legs open. Giving him a clear view of what you’re doing to her.
>”It’s okay. I’m liking, ngh, what I see.” she happily grunts back.
>”Then that makes three of us! If I’m not mistaken, Sir?”
>Twitching beneath his belly, the swelling flesh starts rising to the occasion as he looks back at you.
>You give him a hesitant nod.
>But your eyes are immediately drawn back down as another twitch makes him grow again.
>And again.
>And again.
>If you weren’t seeing it with your own eyes you wouldn’t believe it."

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>With each passing moment, the obscene appendage grows larger and larger. Quickly hitting a foot long, and then surging past with an audible grunt from the stallion as another inch of thick horse-meat pushes out of him.
>This obscene spectacle continues until his turgid member is excitedly bouncing against the underside his barrel.
>The black appendage swelling so long that the engorged head almost reaches his forelegs.
>”Whoa, man....”
>You hear Dash murmur by your side again as her hoof starts vigorously stroking along the snaking bulge in your pants.
>Responding in kind - you gently probe her slick opening a few times with your middle finger, before gently pushing it inside her until the second knuckle.
>One of her legs twitches in response, and she quickly tightens around your invading digit with an appreciative moan.
>Still, both your eyes are glued to the stallion in front of you, as he slowly reaches a hoof down and hooks it around his swollen flesh.
>From where you sit, you wouldn’t hesitate to say it’s thicker than your wrist. Hell, it's almost already as large as your forearm.
>”I’ve already shown what I have on offer to the good master by your side.” he gives you another hungry smile and shimmies his hips playfully. “But for you, Ma’am; I’d like you to imagine, if you will-”"

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>He moves his free left leg to the head of his engorged horsecock and rests the heavy appendage in the crook of his hoof.
>A thin bead of pre already dripping down to the ground from its head as the stallion works himself up.
>”That if you and I were to... Go for a roll in the hay? Then I’d start by sliding-”
>He takes a few steps forward while holding his hoof suspended in the exact same spot.
>“-Myself inside you.”
>It almost looks like he’s penetrating his own hoof, as it glides down his bulbous length and bounces over the prominent medial ring.
>Already in the mood, you help out the stallion’s efforts by adding another finger and pushing deeper into your mare’s eager folds.
>She lets out another low moan.
>Your mare’s muzzle hanging open now as her chest heaves.
>”From there...” he continues as he slowly pulls his hips back as far as they can go, drawing the length of his cock almost all the way back through his hoof to the engorged head.
>Rainbow Dash gulps.
>”I’d blow your mind.”
>He suddenly slams hips forward as far as they can go, his hoof staying perfect still as nearly an entire foot of horsecock passes over it in one swift and stimulating display of sexual prowess.
>Hips jerk against your fingers in response, and you reply by hooking them against her inner walls.
>Without skipping a beat, the stallion pulls back and slams forward again.
>And again.
>His pre flicking and smearing against the underside of his barrel as he slips into a steady rhythm of aggressive thrusting.
>Each powerful jerk accompanied by an audible grunt that encourages both of you."

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>It’s a fast and steady process, and with each thrust - his cock twitches, and an entire foot of his slick, dark meat slides through the crook of his hoof.
>His other hooves not budging an inch the whole time.
>More of the clear liquid leaking out of his bulging tip and flicking across the floor - as he shows off just how thoroughly he’d ravage her with just the swinging of his hips.
>”And Sir-” His lust addled eyes swing back to you. “Would you like to experience something like this? Or are just keen on watching your mare getting-” he deliberately slows his thrusting as his hoof again reaches the bulbous head of his cock.
>Drawing out the word, the stallion slowly forces his hips forward this time - making his hoof unfurl noticeably around the overwhelming thickness of his stallionhood.
>””-beyond her limits?”
>The stallion confidently asks before immediately resuming the urgent pumping of his hips.
>A desire burning in his eyes that isn’t there when he looks at Dash.
>”I appreciate the offer, and I’m sure that she does as well.”
>The mare by your side loudly moans her agreement as you add a third finger. Shivers running through her body as her soaked tunnel squeezes down on you even tighter.
>The act eliciting a pleasantly excited whinny from the stallion.
>His pace suddenly quickens as his hoof smears his excitement up and down his now slick, black member.
>Meanwhile, those cobalt eyes of his bore into you with a deep longing.
“I think you’re misunderstanding something, though.”
>A dopey grin plastered on his adorably excited muzzle, the stallion tilts his head to the side."

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”She’s already got more than she can handle with me.”
>You confidently inform him as -- by her own volition -- a lust addled Dash eagerly leans over and undoes your belt and zipper with her dextrous mouth.
>Raising your hips and helping her pull your pants down, you watch with sinful delight as the stallion’s expression turn from confidant, to shocked, to desperately lustful - as your own monstrous member is revealed.
>Your length not quite rivalling the gifted stallion’s, but still not something to scoff at.
>You weren’t always so… Endowed.
>In fact, you were naturally only slightly above average for a human.
>After a wayward comment from Dash about how you would sometimes hit a really good spot deep inside her, you had looked into magical modifications.
>A hefty sum of cash and a few weeks of experimentation later - you were a new man.
>Not that you’re complaining.
>Especially now that the mare responsible for the change is swimming in a lust-fuelled hunger as she eagerly pulls your fifth leg free of its restraint with her hooves.
>An arrogant smirk on her muzzle as she rubs her soft cheek up and down its unnatural length, showing you off to the stallion who now just stands frozen and dumbstruck like a deer in headlights.
>”Well, Dude? Would you-oh!” She yelps as your fingers hook against a particularly sensitive bump inside her. “Anon, mph, ease up for a moment, w-would ya-ah!?”
>You comply and pull your fingers from her greedy depths with an audible schlick, making the mare coo as you settle for gently rolling her wet button underneath your palm again.
>”Phew. Oh man, you trying to make me pop, Anon?” she playfully chides you."

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“And if I am?” you growl while pressing your palm harder against her.
>”As much, ngh, as I, mph, appreciate the effort. We didn’t come here for that.”
>You concede that Rainbow Dash has a point, so you ease up.
>”Thanks, Champ.”
>Taking a moment to catch her breath, she looks towards the stallion again.
>”So, what do you think, Stud? Would you like to experience something like this?”
>She throws his words back at him with some mirth, while at the same time stroking your own towering member with a hoof.
>But he doesn’t hear her.
>His hips aren’t even thrusting anymore as his eyes trace up and down your towering flesh.
>A flagging brown tail swishing excitedly behind him.
>”Hnnngggghhh” he suddenly moans low and loud as his monstrous member flexes, swelling impossibly larger while his muzzle hangs open longingly.
>”No way!”
“Jesus Christ!”
>Before either of you can say anything else, his hips start pumping with a frantic need, except this time his hoof moves as well - jerking and twisting up and down his enormous length of virile flesh.
>The stallion’s tongue hangs lazily from his muzzle as he ogles your member with half-lidded, cobalt eyes.
>You and your mare are momentarily stunned by the animalistic display, as the pony in front of you loses himself to his urges.
>A hoof taps your leg, and Dash excitedly whispers something.
>”Anon. I think we found our first roommate.”
“Maybe, but we still haven’t seen him cu-”
>”Nggghhh! Ohhh, Gods!” The stallion winces and cries out as the head of his horsecock flares obscenely, the veins along its length bulging from exertion.
>At the same time, Dash grinds her hips into your palm with a renewed urgency."

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>A realisation dawns on you, and you quickly reach for the towels.
>Giving a few desperate jerks of his hips, the stallion clenches his eyes shut.
>Focuses the efforts of his hoof around the flared head that leaks pre like a faucet.
>Swings his hips back as far as they can go.
>And with one final, powerful thrust-
>Giving a primal grunt, he rears his head back and cries out as his heavy balls squeeze together and pull in towards his body.
>With a powerful twitch, the engorged head of his turgid member swells and erupts with a thick spurt of steamy stallion spunk.
>A solid stream of murky white seed that blasts forth from him for a solid second, splattering audibly against the tent wall to your left and partly painting the underside of his barrel, before abating for a brief moment.
>That pause lasts for a split second before his sack throbs again, and another sticky rope is launched clear across the room from his spasming meat.
>The stallion grunts, opens his dazed eyes, and looks over at you -- his tongue hanging out the side of his grinning mouth as he pants with satisfaction -- before his shaft twitches again.
>He lets out a surprised yelp and clenches his eyes shut again.
>You’ve never been so happy to have a towel, as you quickly shield your left half with it against the incoming volley of stallion semen.
>The warm liquid thankfully splatters uselessly against it, though some of him lands on your pants in the process.
>His slick horsecock still isn’t quite done though.
>It twitches a few more times, squeezing out another few powerful spurts that don’t quite reach the couch this time.
>But finally -- as the last of his seed dribbles out the soaked tip of his dark, exhausted meat -- it becomes obvious that the stallion is done for now."

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>Donning a very satisfied smile, he takes a deep breath as his now spent member flops down to the floor a with a flaccid, wet thunk.
>”Anon. I think you know what I want.” Dash hungrily whispers as she rubs her soft cheek up and down your now painfully hard member.
>The room is an absolute mess.
>Your mare is grinding her hips against your palm despite the show being over.
>And something about this stallion has you in agreement with her verdict.
>You’re about to speak up and share the good news with him - when suddenly, the strong stallion’s cobalt eyes shoot open, and he looks at you with a horrifying realization.
>”Oh no! Oh no, no, no! I’m so sorry, Sir! I didn’t mean to get carried away! I just-”
>Sitting down on the ground, he urgently moves his hooves back down to his shrinking appendage and starts fruitlessly stroking its sides.
>”I swear I didn’t mean to! I just didn’t expect... I-I don’t know what came over me!
>“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Pal. You did good! Real good!”
>Dash concernedly pulls her head away from your twitching member as she tries reassuring the now panicky stallion.
>But it’s no use though, as he winces in his efforts to overstimulate his own spent meat.
>It seems that no matter how hard he tries though, the show is over for now.
>”Why? Why did you do that?” He scolds himself. “You stupid, dumb, idiot! Why? Why?! Why!?”"

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>Uncomfortably tucking your own excitement away and pulling your pants back up, you stand up from the couch.
“We best go calm him down before she comes back in.”
>”Right behind you, Big Guy.”
>Dash follows your lead for a moment, but reconsiders and reaches for a towel instead.
>”Actually… You go first. I got something I need to handle.”
>She quickly grabs it in her mouth and hops behind the couch.
>Though as she does so, she playfully flicks her tail at you, flinging some of her excitement onto your shirt.
>You’ll get her back for that later.
>She’s probably counting on you doing so as well.
>Alone, you turn back and smile at the suddenly desperate stallion.
>His composure completely shattered as he frantically stimulates himself.
>Your actions don’t reassure him though, as his bottom lip quivers.
>”P-Please, sit back down, S-Sir! I-I can still, *sniff*, I can still perform!”
>His member has now diminished to half of its full size and is still shrinking, probably due in part to how much he’s now panicking.
>He picks his flaccid appendage up in the crook of his hoof again; but this time, the ludicrously long limb just hangs pathetically in his grip.
>”I can still-!” he chokes.
“Hey!” You bark sternly.
>Immediately, the stallion quietens up and looks away in defeat.
>You approach him -- taking care to step over the strands of quickly drying spunk scattered across the floor -- and squat down to his eye level.
>He’s no longer the pristinely groomed stallion from before.
>The front of underside of his barrel is matted with his own discharge, and a thin film of sweat shines through his metallic silver coat."

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“Alrighty then. The show might be over now, but we still have a few questions.”
>His bottom lip quivers again, but he thankfully doesn’t cry.
>Instead, he just nods despondently and takes his hooves off his junk.
“I’d like to know, uh, hmmm…” you awkwardly scratch the back of your head. “Sorry, what was your name? Show started before we could get it.”
>”Steel Anneal, Sir…”
>”Steel then. Are you a one-pump chump, Steel?
>Ears splay back.
>”N-No, sir! It’s just…”
“Just what?”
>His miserable eyes flick over to the tent flap that leads back out to the fare.
>And to where his owner currently waits patiently for the ‘performance’ to be finished.
“... How many times have you done something like this today, Bud?”
>”T-This makes the f-fifth time, Sir…”
>You look around at the disaster area the room has become.
>And he says it’s the fifth round for him.
>Despite that fact, there’s a more pressing detail that concerns you.
“Of those five occasions, how many times was it done as part of a paid performance?”
>The colour slowly drains from the silver coated stallion’s face; and again, his eyes flick towards the tent flap.
“I won’t tell her. I promise.”
>The silver stallion’s deep blue eyes search your face for a few moments before he nods.
>”Y-Yours is the second paid performance I’ve done today, Sir...”
>You knew it.
>Not many people would shell out several hundred dollars for a possible scam in a place like this.
>A strong urge to pick him up and haul him away from the tent almost overwhelms you, but you hold it in."

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>There’s only one question you have left, but you can’t ask this one.
>Instead, you seize the initiative and reach out towards him.
>”S-Sir!” he blushes as your hand gets closer. “Y-you’re not allowed to touch the merchand-”
>The stallion’s words die out in his mouth as you run your fingers through his thick, bushy, brown mane; making him close his eyes as he lets out a shuddering breath.
>You take your time - brushing it this way and that, scratching his head here and there, rubbing his ears from time to time.
>Each little one of your actions eliciting a pleased hum or a coo of appreciation, as he closes his eyes and leans into your efforts.
>Having this muscular stallion melting underneath your fingers stirs something warm deep down inside you.
>But you can’t go all in just yet.
>”Man, ease up on him, Anon!”
>Right on cue, a scratchy mare’s voice sounds out from behind you.
“Alright, alright. Your turn then.”
>”About time!”
>You pull your hand back to the stallion’s intense dismay.
>Before you can say anything though, Dash trots up to him and leans in close to his face.
>He flinches slightly at her sudden proximity, but doesn’t lean away.
>That answers your most pressing concern.
>The two ponies stare each other down for a few moments, but as you watch them, you realize that their ears are keenly swivelling back and forth as the smaller mare whispers to the much larger Stallion.
>Fucking pony hearing."

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>Although you can only tell what’s happening from his reactions, the signs are good.
>His hooves shift slightly.
>Eyes glance occasionally at you.
>Dash asks him one particular question that makes him balk, before his face is swamped with a heavy red tinge.
>He still nods back though; and with that, it seems the matter is settled as both of their tails start swishing happily behind them.
>By the time they’ve finished the last bits of their hushed conversation, the stallion looks to be almost in tears again as his face is overcome with a barely suppressed joy.
>Turning around with a satisfied grin, Rainbow Dash trots over to your side and waves you down with a hoof.
“So, what’s the verdict?”
>”Pfft, don’t play dumb, Anon. You know exactly what I’m gonna say. I just want to know if you’re going to enjoy him as well.”
“Enjoy him?”
>Again, you hesitate.
“Dash, I’m not sure I-”
>”Yeah right, Anon.” she rolls her eyes. “You have no idea that he couldn’t take his eyes off of you the entire show. You have no idea that you looked like you were about to leap across the room when he spread himself.”
“... It might have gotten my attention.”
>”Look, Anon. There’s no point in us doing this if you’re going to be sitting out every time he gets involved! I don’t want to leave without him - but if you’re not in? Then that’s what we’ll end up doing.”
>You look up at the silver coated stallion who is currently sitting patiently on the stage.
>A desperate hope in his deep blue eyes as he holds his head low and gives you one of the most innocently endearing smiles you’ve ever received from a pony.
>Why are you so weak against their eyes?"

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“Alright, Dash… I’ll give him a ‘try’. But I won’t have you just getting rid of him if I end up not liking it.”
>”Deal.” she smirks victoriously. “Now, do you want to tell him? Or do I get to have that fun?”
>From the look on her face, you already know that she would kill to be the one to tell him.
>So you just stand up and gesture for her to go ahead.
>Letting out an excited squee, she quickly trots over to Steel and whispers in his ears.
>Leaving her to have fun with her new toy, you push through the tent flap back out to the front where the saleslady is still waiting.
>You find her sitting nearby in a rather small lawn chair - the poor thing struggling to hold her cumbersome weight.
>One hand greedily digging into a bag of chips as the other digs into her nostril.
>You clear your throat, making the lady jolt as she nearly falls out of the buckling seat.
>”Oh my, my, my, don’t sneak up on me like that, Darlin’! You’ll give me a heart attack.”
>A likely story.
>”Now, I hope you enjoyed the show.” the saleslady laughs as she extracts herself form the chair with concerted effort. “If you want to be buying him, then I have the paperwork right here, ready to go!”
>She waddles over to the makeshift wooden counter and taps it with a grimy hand while giving you a questioning look.
“That would be good, thank you.” you answer as you pull a cheque book from one of your pockets.
>”E-Excuse me?” she stutters as she stares at you in disbelief.
>Clearly, she didn’t get the answer she was expecting.
“It was forty-five hundred for him, correct?”
>You continue undeterred as you grab a pen from her counter and start filling in the details.
>”I-I changed my mind!”
“I’m sorry?”"

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>”I won’t sell him for less than si-seven thousand.” she mumbles and looks away.
“Now, Ma’am. That won’t do.” you chuckle as you sign the cheque
>”It will do just fine, thank you very much! Now, pay up or get goin’!” she snaps back.
“Ma’am. If I understand things correctly. You have a selling price that you provide the fair with before you’re allowed to operate here.”
>The colour starts draining from her bloated cheeks.
“I believe you have to run it by them when you provide your pony’s medical evaluations. Isn’t that right?”
>”It may be... What’s it to you?” she angrily deflects.
“Say, for instance -- and I’m just saying here -- that you came to this fare without the intention of actually selling this stallion.”
>Her eyes dart away.
“Say that you didn’t want to actually part with him. Say that you just wanted to have him performing shows that netted you four hundred a pop a few times each day. Say that you were jacking up the price every time someone showed interest just to ensure this little gig keeps going. If something like that were happening, then the proprietors of this fare wouldn’t be too happy, don’t you think? This ain’t a freak show, after all.”
>You punctuate your point by handing her the cheque for forty-five hundred dollars.
>”N-No. Of c-course not.” she stammers as she hesitantly grabs the cheque in her grimy fingers.
“Then I’ll be taking that stallion, Ma’am. I believe that there’s something I need to sign for that?”
>You don’t release the cheque as she tugs on it, holding out your free hand first.
>She balks, then awkwardly nods and releases your payment."

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>It takes a few more moments of her digging through the makeshift counter before she receives an ancient piece of crumpled paper for you to fill out.
>As you do so, your eyes occasionally go to the tent flap where Rainbow is breaking the good news.
>You can’t hear anything over the sound of the crowd bustling by behind you though, so you’ll have to wait.
>When all the details seem to be in order, you take out your phone, snap a picture of the signed agreement and cheque, and hand both back to the now extremely dissatisfied woman.
“Now, Ma’am-”
>”Oh, what do you want now?” she snaps at you as she snatches the materials and starts digging through her counter for the stallion’s papers.
“I understand that, once purchased, products will be cleaned and delivered to a holding bay near the entrance by the seller?”
>”Hmph.” she grunts and rummages through the counter again, before handing you a ticket stub that bares her signature and the name of the stallion.
>”Go on. Take it and get going.” she angrily dismisses you.
“Thank you. Oh, and Ma’am?”
“If I hear from him that you tried to… ‘Extract’ some extra value from him when I go and pick him up, or if he’s been damaged in any way from the state I purchased him in? Well... Let’s just say the proprietors would be the least of your concerns after damaging my property.”
>Her dinner plate ears couldn’t be any more red from anger as she huffs and storms off into the tent.
>You quickly follow behind her and peek in past the flap, only to find a heart-warming scene."

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>Dash and Steel are locked in a hug and rocking back and forth.
>The larger stallion holding onto her for dear life as he sobs openly into her neck.
>Not one for public sappy moments, the athletic mare notices the saleslady approaching and sees you looking in from the tent flap; and so she nudges the larger pony in her embrace.
>He looks up before slipping into a slight panic, seeing his old master stomping towards him with a fury on her face.
>”Get offa him, would ya!” the obese lady barks at Dash. “Can’t believe I gotta clean him again as well…” she miserably grumbles as plods over to the corner of the room and retrieves the cleaning materials.
>Confused, Steel looks at you for an answer as your mare quickly pulls away from him, trots over to you, and nuzzles your leg.
”We’ll be back to pick you up later, Champ.” you inform him as you reach down and scratch Rainbow’s ear. “Let us know if she does something she shouldn’t, okay?”
>It takes him a moment, but soon the realization hits him.
>Silently cheering to himself as more tears pool in the corner of his overwhelmed eyes, the stallion pumps the air happily with a hoof several times, before wiping away his cheeks and looking back at you with a happy smile.
>”Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!” he enthusiastically answers before flinching again as his former owner comes at him with a sponge.
>You give him a devious wink as you and Dash step out from the flap.
>As you take a moment to collect yourselves, your mare does a quick stretch and lets out a happy sigh that you echo."

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>Content that the matter is settled, you both start strolling through the fare again as you bathe in the afterglow of a satisfying purchase.
>But rather than head for a food stand or the exit, Dash pulls you in a different direction.
>Leading you straight towards a prominent banner that reads ‘Exotic Equestrians’.
>”Well, Anon. I’ve got some more left over that I haven’t spent yet, don’t I?” she reminds you with an excited grin and shimmering pink eyes. “What do you say we go grab another roommate?”
>You’re about to protest, when a voice cuts through the crowd from one of the stands.
>”I’ve got dragons by the barrel here - long tongues that wrap and writhe around whatever part you please.
>Dash gives you a knowing grin and quickly trots out ahead of you.
>Swinging her hips with each step and swaying her tail as she baits you into the next area.
>Just maybe, you can find room in the van for one more purchase after all."

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There we go. It's finally uploaded. I started this project as a testing ground for my smut writing skills. It has no relation to TSWRA and the world building will probably be bare bones. That doesn't mean it won't have a story or varying character motivations. Just don't expect the same level of care shown in that area.

I'm also still hard at work on the next update for the TSWRA, and I hope to have it out within the week.

Please, enjoy the story, and let me know via feedback/criticism if things did or didn't gel with you. I honestly do want to improve my skills before I get to some of the planned clop scenes in the main story.

And as always, pastebin at the end:"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636518 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)05:08:50")

It's shit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636526 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)05:17:58")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636527 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)05:18:53")

No you"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636531 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)05:21:50")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636549 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)05:34:36")

> >Widening the stance of all four of his hooves, the stallion stretches his left hind leg back.
> >Affording you both a comfortable view of his underside while his left forehoof strokes along the length of his toned torso.
How does he balance on two right legs?"

if(Shitcunt !/spgV4ZR/o && title=="" && postNumber==32636560 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)05:38:59")


He has three planted on the floor, the left hind leg is spread a little further back. The left foreleg is stroking his side."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636566 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)05:40:32")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636568 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)05:42:43")

They trust the driver more than I've trusted literally anyone in my entire life, including myself."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636578 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)05:52:32")

It is infact, shit."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636585 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)05:57:18")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636600 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)06:16:45")

>Not celly.
Damn, you got my hopes up. Thanks for the warning though."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636609 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)06:22:25")

I feel guilty for reading that, but I've finished it nonetheless. I'm very confused right now."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636627 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)06:37:23")

Not sure what all it was either. Was it technically cuck?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636629 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)06:38:57")

I liked it quite a bit!

>When you first bought her, it was all ‘I’m gonna save my friends!’ this, and ‘I’m gonna kill you in your sleep!’ that.
And now she's flying around a slave auction, without even a collar, buying fellow slaves with her own budget! This story can't really do more than present it as a fact, but it makes me wonder what happened to her. What would Applejack say?

>The saleslady pats the muscular stallion on the back while giving a hearty laugh, but the pony finds no joy in the act.
One thing I did miss was the backstory here. How does she behave when there's no customers to perform for? Is he her only product?

>update for the TSWRA
Would be nice to have a crossover; that pill she threw him is obviously related to the ones Celly is addicted to. Stint and the others also seem affected by some unnatural lust. When the 'Sun' eventually does rise, what will her policy be towards collaborators like the Element Of Loyalty? Will Steel Anneal stand by them, or go his own way the moment he can?

>I honestly do want to improve my skills before I get to some of the planned clop scenes
The emphasis on size, volume, frequency, and other physical measures of performance was off-putting. I suppose they were appropriate in this particular setting, but it's more about what you do with it than how big it is. You could have written everything to be thrice as much, but that wouldn't have been thrice as sexy. Not complaining though, it really was sexy!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636630 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)06:39:33")


Thank you so much, kind writefag! It's good.

But now I kinda wish you'd continue..."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636632 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)06:43:15")

I dunno. Are strip-clubs considered cuck entertainment?"

if(Shitcunt !/spgV4ZR/o && title=="" && postNumber==32636641 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)06:51:17")

Cheers for that, I'll trim some more of the details next time and focus instead on what I can do with it. As for crossovers, I have a different plan in mind for the rainbow dash in TSWRA

I don't intend for it to be a one-shot. But at the same time I don't know when the next update is coming. TSWRA takes priority. Glad you enjoyed it though."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636764 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)07:55:33")

"With the kind of wealth CYOSAnon was showing early on in the story, I never bought the whole need for "bringing in investors" thing. To me that was one of the weaker elements of the story and to be perfectly honest it felt shoehorned in as a lame excuse to hurt ponies. With that kind of money there's really nothing stopping him from giving older ponies a decent retirement.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636781 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)08:08:10")

>To me that was one of the weaker elements of the story and to be perfectly honest it felt shoehorned in as a lame excuse to hurt ponies.
As much as I love CYOS I have to agree with this point. Also with the way Anon's character has developed I doubt he wouldn't tell those investors to go fuck himself if he wanted to set up something for ponies that could no longer work."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636792 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)08:15:53")

I think I'm gay now."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636884 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)08:59:34")

Pretty good, looking forward to the next update."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636898 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)09:04:21")

maybe never"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32636920 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)09:16:17")

Wow this is bullying"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637157 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)11:01:51")

A sexy story with Anon and Dash is nearly always a slam dunk in my book. Good job on this one. Teh ghey isn't my jam, but you handled it well and kept it both sexy and tragic."

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Kinda sneaks up on you, doesn't it..."

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32637396 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:12:10")


>You get Rarity to leave only by allowing her to feed you the entire sandwich.
>Like, it's pretty good, but chill mare you'll eat it eventually.
>You notice Anon's food rests on his plate without somepony trying to shove it down his throat.
>Does she think you'd forget to eat if left to your own devices?
>You'd eat.
>Either way Rarity drags Sweetie from Anon's side and the two depart.
>Despite the interruption 'Just pause the game Twilight' Ugh! you'd managed to hold the 'racks and keep the team together.
>Full build Medusa is pretty busted when you don't draft correctly against her.
>It's only takes time and some mild retard herding to eventually carry your team to victory.
>You'd say it wasn't worth the hassle, but becoming an unstoppable 1v5 snake god in the ultra late game always brings you to maniacal cackling.
>Yes! Yes, let them break themselves upon your mana shield! Let the helpless fools flock to their doom!
>"You know, you can be kinda scary sometimes."
"I uh... Wait, did I say that out loud?"
>"Were you ever a mad genius back in Equestria?"
>You hop out of your chair and wrap yourself in the light of your horn until your hooves leave the floor.
"I could have been though. I could be one here too."
>More and more magic flows across your body until it arcs across your coat and your mane begins to take on an ethereal sheen.
"We could do it you know? We could take over the world! With my power and you by my side nothing could stop us! We could- Ah"
>That tickles!
>Floating vertically leaves your underbelly exposed for vicious sneak attacks!
>In an instant your magic cuts out causing you to fall into a pair of waiting arms.
>"See what happens? I let you play one carry game and you go off the 'world domination' deep end."
>You'd escape and go take over the world, but he keeps repeatedly booping your nose!"

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32637403 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:13:28")

"Alright alright, quit it! We can't actually take over the world anyway because tranquilizers are cheating."
>Or maybe you're just an easy target?
>"I'm no magic expert, but can't you like make a shield or something?"
>You pat the poor dumb stupid monkey.
"Anon, Anon, Anon... So innocent, so naive..."
>"That would totally work. I've seen ponies do it."
"Ok, yes it could work, but only if you want to maintain a shield 24/7. Why don't you just go lift a dumbell for the next few days? Depending on the strength of the shield and the caster it's a fool's errand. The more practical approach is some kind of velocity triggered ward, but human projectiles tend to be too fast for conventional ward spells to react to. Then there's altering my physiology to be immune to tranquilizers, but that requires a lab and a lot of time and research. Plus they might just shoot me for real at that point, and I'd much rather be asleep than dead. Lastly-"
>"You've really put a lot of thought into this."
>You give him a sheepish grin and run a reassuring hoof over his arm.
"I put a lot of thought into a lot of things... Plus there was a time I wanted nothing more than to escape the evil humans chasing / training me."
>He sits back in his chair and pulls you a bit closer.
>"But not anymore?"
>You shake your head.
"If I wanted to leave now we both know I could, but there's nothing out there for me."
>"Hey, don't be like that. What about that secret pony hideaway you found? Wasn't there a princess there?"
>Yeah, you told him and Rarity about that.
>Maybe you shouldn't have but after being caged, branded, beaten, and raped you were too emotionally exhausted to keep a secret.
>The news didn't really make much difference to Anon, he was simply happy to have you back.
>Rarity cared quite a bit more, but like yourself, wasn't sure whether to take Luna or Dash's side."

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32637406 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:14:34")

"Two princesses actually but I'm still not sure about the whole thing. If Dash is right it's just a glorified aquarium to give ponies the illusion of freedom in the interest of making more ponies to put in chains. I want to just dismiss her theories as crazy, but there's too many things that don't quite add up."
>He pats your haunches in a calming manner.
>"Sorry things didn't work out, but I'm not sorry they lead you back to me."
>You can't help but smile when he pokes your collar.
>Is it wrong to take joy in that reminder?
>He's talking about the fact you literally belong to him, so you should probably hate it.
>Do you have to though?
>Especially if he's someone you love and trust to take care of you?
"Me too. I missed you the whole time. I didn't even let luna take this off. I think I was the only pony in the whole empire still wearing a collar."
>When you'd been recaptured they'd taken your nameplate, but Anon had a new one made.
>'Twilight Sparkle'
>'Property of Anonymous'
>The second line was slightly bigger this time.
>You briefly wonder if that detail holds any significance.
>You were his before, but now after belonging to another, and him going through hell to retrieve you, you guess you're REALLY his.
>Or perhaps you're just overthinking things.
>"I was sorta wondering how you still had it after all that. I thought you'd have ripped it off the minute you landed in Equestria. I guess you CAN be a good girl sometimes."
>You certainly don't blush at the praise!
>"You WERE in the middle of running away, but I'll give you credit where I can."
>Partial credit is the best grading system.
>"How about being a good girl and going back to support next game?"
>Aw, he's a tricky one isn't he?
>Playing on your desire for praise and affirmation to make you his subby ward bitch.
>You snort and flick him with your tail as you hop out of his lap, but put your headset back on anyway.
>You guess you can be good just this once."

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32637415 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:16:42")

>It's always better to stay out of trouble after all.

>Over the next few hours you and Anon manage to cram a few more games in.
>It's more than you'd usually play together, but you aren't complaining.
>You can't tell if he's just having more fun than usual or trying to reward you.
>Not that you really care about the reason.
>By the time dinner rolls around Anon opts to order pizza instead of making Rarity suffer though another Sweetie Belle Kitchen Extravaganza.
>Works for you, you love you some pizza.
>Instead of taking it to the kitchen Anon throws the boxes on the living room coffee table.
>Does that mean...?
"Movie night?"
>"Yeah that's what I was thinking. Something nice and chill so everyone can relax."
>AKA so Sweetie will quietly watch the movie and give Rarity a break.
>Anon texts Rarity that the food's here and before too long the pair of sisters arrives.
>Sweetie practically skips into the room with energy, enthusiasm, and a cute sundress that compliments her colors nicely.
>Rarity's work if you had to guess.
>How nice, she must have had that waiting for her beloved little sister.
>"Oh, pizza! Thank you master! I haven't had pizza in ages!"
>That energy is going to give you diabetes.
>"Well have all you want Sweetie because it's movie night. Here, hop on up with us."
>Her grin grows even more more as she clammers onto the couch to press herself into his other side.
>His arm is wrapped around the mare he really cares about, (You), but her blatant flirting is starting to get old.
>You'll have a talk about it with him later.
>You honestly can't tell if he's trying not to crush her potentially fragile ego or if he's just oblivious.
>Or both.
>Probably both.
>At last the final housemate stumbles into the room.
>Rarity is... o-oh my!
>You recognized a frazzled Rarity by the mane but that outfit!
"Rarity! What are you...?!""

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32637427 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:19:07" && image=="1230899_UNF_colors_only.png")

>"Don't ask darling, please..."
>Ok fine but you're covering Anon's eyes!
>Ponies are naked all the time, including yourself right now, but human lingerie is somehow lewder than absolutely nothing!
>You try not to drool as a black lacy panty-covered plot comes between you and the pizza!
>Oh Cadence, she's even wearing stockings and a garter belt!
>The way they frame and squeeze her plot together is just... unf!
>You're as straight as most mares, but your overcome with a desire to bury your face in all that silk and lace!
>Anon doesn't appreciate the hoof blocking his vision though.
>"Twilight, cut it out it's nothing I-"
>Hahahahahah, no!
>If those undies are making YOUR tail flick then there's no way Anon's allowed to see them!
>A butt like that should be a crime!
>With her single slice Rarity starts to back up onto your other side.
>Unf backing that ass up!
>Stars above she has a corset too!
>She's thin enough! Quit trying to make the rest of us look bad!
>Then again, maybe that's why she only got one slice of pizza, she literally can't fit more while wearing that torture device.
>If she tries to slap a corset on you at some point there WILL be a fight
>"Twilight, for real I've seen that stuff already. It's no big deal."
>He did what?!
>He's seen it?!
>Was she giving him regular viewings of that tight ass while you were gone?!
>This had better have happened while you were at Gentlehoof before the 'Oops I sucked your cock' incident!
>Either way the hoof stays in front of his eyes until Rarity settles in beside you and that butt isn't on display!
>Or it would stay there if somefilly didn't slap it!
>"Master said to stop it Twilight!"
"I know what he said!"
>"Then do it! Didn't they teach you obedience?!"
>She turns from you to Anon."

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32637433 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:20:12")

>"I'm so sorry she's acting like this Master. Just tell me where the whip is and I'll fetch it!"
>She'll what?!
>She's willing to see you WHIPPED just for that?!
>"Sweetie Belle!"
>Rarity's at least as shocked as you are, but she finds herself ignored by her little sister once again.
>"I mean it Master, just tell me where it is! No pony should speak to you like that! Maybe they didn't train her enough at Gentlehoof, but that's nothing some time under the whip can't fix!"
>Holy crap Rarity spanked you but you've never had a pony try to get you whipped!
>You haven't been whipped since Happy Horse and you thought they'd beat the life out of you!
"If you really think he-"
>"Shut up! You need to be trained until you-"
>Ow, your ears!
>When Anon yells everyone shuts the buck up!
>"Everyone quiet! No one's getting whipped in this household ever! I don't even own one."
>He owns a really mean brush, but there's no need to mention that.
>"Master you really need one! She ignored a direct order! Just a few minutes of learning and she'd never do that again, I promise!"
>You can't believe little miss newcomer is talking to YOUR ANON about having you BEATEN INTO SUBMISSION!
"You listen to me right now Sweetie Belle!"
>"No, both of you listen to me!"
>Oh, so she gets to talk but you don't?!
>"I've had Twilight for three years now. She's never been whipped under my roof and never will be."
>A stern look from Anon shuts her up good.
>"She's been disciplined-"
>Oh come on, does he really have to mention that?
>Come on!
>The young mare finally breaks her eye contact with Anon to give you a critical glare.
>No doubt imagining Anon subjecting you to horrible fates.
>You just hope she doesn't know just how embarrassing Anon's old methods were!
>"But I know just what gets through to her, and more importantly what I want her to be disciplined for.""

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32637437 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:21:14")

>Can he please stop talking about disciplining you...
>"Twilight is allowed to be herself here, everypony is, and unless it's a big deal I don't demand unflinching obedience. I'm you girls' owner, but I'd like to be your friend too. Unless I say something is an order just treat me like any other friend, ok?"
>You can't remember if he's ever used the term 'order' on you, but maybe he's trying to set more defined rules since Sweetie seems to have been trained with structure in mind.
>"M-master please those rules are too loose! It'll be anarchy if no one respects you! I know you like Twilight and my sister but if there's no consequences things can only get more and more out of control..."
>This dumb filly doesn't know when to stop.
>"Make no mistake there ARE consequences. Both your sister and especially Twilight have faced them-"
>Goddesses you're going to die of embarrassment...
>"and you can too."
>Damn straight!
>"Sweetie, you remember mother? You remember her consequences? If you don't stop arguing with Anon right now it'll be just like that."
>That gets the filly blushing!
>You always suspected mama Belle knew how to raise a filly!
>Even when you knew Rarity in her early teens she seemed to have trouble sitting down at some lunch outings!
>"I-I see. I'm sorry Master I just wanted..."
>He wraps an arm around her and pats her side.
>Stop that...
>"No harm done Sweetie. I know you're just doing what you were taught is right, and I can't blame you for that. Just remember things work a little differently around here and it might take some getting used to."
>"Y-yes sir, I'll try."
>"Good girl."
>*Angry Twilight glare goes here*

>Things calm down once Anon actually starts the movie."

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32637441 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:22:15")

>It's another of those superhero movies he loves and you... well ok you love them too.
>You're still a bit steamed about the whole 'whip her master' thing but you try to let it go.
>The whip? Really?
>Last time you'd been whipped you wanted to die the agony was so great!
>You still remember your screams for mercy as those sadistic humans tore into your back and flanks over and over.
>They told you there was no end in sight and it felt like it!
>You shiver at the memory but Anon pulls you in close.
>Those days are over.
>Anon would never do worse than spank you.
>Sure it hurt and embarrassed the buck out of you, but it was paradise compared to the bite of the whip.
>After a while the movie does it jobs and distracts you from the dark thoughts.
>It's better than the 2nd one, and Thor and Loki are super cute too.
>You grab a few more slices of pizza and even offer one to Rarity.
>The poor thing barely has her eyes open and turns down the offer.
>Eat some food filly!
>She's still wearing the world's sexiest lingerie but now probably isn't the time to ask about it.
>No doubt it has something to do with Sweetie, but exactly what you've no idea.
>At least she's curled up side by side with you so Anon isn't getting an eyeful.
>You can feel the strap of her garter between her cutie mark and yours.
>Is that stuff comfortable you wonder?
>She looks like she's passed out, so you take the opportunity to check out the clothing a bit more.
>Oh lord it looks so silky smooth...
>You want to nuzzle that pantied bottom just to see how soft it is!
>Would she ever let you borrow the ensemble for a date with Anon?
>You know he used to look at pics of human girls in stuff like this so he'd probably love to see it clinging to your hips too.
>"Don't worry darling, I made you a matching set."
>Ok, not asleep!"

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32637446 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:22:52")


Based on my opinion of the latest update of CYOS Anon is determined to correct his mistakes by making improvements to the life of the ponies, so now that he has acquired older ponies he had not thought about the future of the ponies of this generation, Anon is well informed that in other places when a pony ceases to be useful are eliminated, sold to the glue factory or discarded as if they were garbage, if Megan took over in the future it would be a problem for her to deal with such a possibility, so Why not build a resting place for the ponies that have contributed to the success of your company? Giving them a place where they can rest after a life of hard work and loyalty? in other words, a house of rest.

Of course, you should convince the investors, as many will see it as a waste of resources: "Why should we spend our money in a nursing home when a nail gun is cheaper?", Anon could indicate that they see it more as an investment to improve the image of the company before the public, after the protesters demand for their products has decreased, but, if they do something that no other owner has done before for their ponies and show it to the public everyone will have a better opinion of them and demand of his articles would increase, he could contribute most of the money for the project, a part of them and finally the missing part would be contributed by the ponies.


if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32637452 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:23:54")

He would tell his plans to Candance and how he plans to sell the idea to the pony population, if they contribute financially to develop new products, crops or anything else that makes him earn money the project could be paid in a period of at least 20 0 30 years, that way the ponies are not afraid that in the future Anon will throw them out for being too old to work and also reinforce their desire to contribute to the success of the company, that way Anon will have guaranteed the loyalty of the ponies to the future, they they can create something worthy for their old age and Megan and Flurry can keep the ponies happy and safe in the future, if the plan somehow clashes with Candance's plans then she should consider that if any escape plan is carried out all the ponies can escape, is it worth the freedom if they sacrifice the old and weaker ones? It would be ironic that Anon would show more concern for the future of the ponies than the princess of love.

It's just an idea"

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32637457 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:24:20" && image=="1230899.png")

Bit of a quick one since I'm about to be out of town for a week and I'm not sure if I'll get a chance to write. Thanks to my favorite fanganon for the amazing pic edits that are exactly how I imagined Rarity in this scene. Tell Twilight she's just as cute as Rarity even without the fancy clothes."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637468 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:25:42")

Its shit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637480 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)12:28:30")

Thanks for the response AWF, keep up the great work! Rock and Lake I hope get a happy end too

Though I did have one question regarding the weapons thing: is it just guns Celestia regards as purely evil or is it all weapons, even those ponies might have like swords, arrows, or even destructive spells?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637629 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)13:08:03")

Bit of a quick one, but there’s a ton of stuff in there we’ve been waiting quite a while for. Finally get to know Sweety a bit better, how she favors a physical approach vs. Rarities magic or Dr Rogers drugs. She has the zeal of a recent convert, would be interesting to compare her to a second generation slave like her nephew. Hoping she doesn’t get to be ‘head mare’ anytime soon! A consequential update."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637807 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)13:53:12")

> >Even when you knew Rarity in her early teens
Nigga she was nerding in Canterlot Library untill she came to ponyville to meet MILF Rarity, what are you talking about?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637812 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)13:53:58")

>"I-I see. I'm sorry Master I just wanted..."
>He wraps an arm around her and pats her side.
>Stop that...
>"No harm done Sweetie. I know you're just doing what you were taught is right, and I can't blame you for that. Just remember things work a little differently around here and it might take some getting used to."
>"Y-yes sir, I'll try."
>"Good girl."
>*Angry Twilight glare goes here*

Sweetie will surely want anon for herself in the future if anon continue being this nice. Just wait until she fake out some nightmares just to get some cuddles"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637819 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)13:55:23")

At this point I'm assuming that this equestria come from an alternate universe"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637834 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)13:58:02")

Eh. Works for me, I guess."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637846 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)14:00:48")

Vegas ages are different. The girls were young adults at 12 when the humans showed up so she probably lived in ponyville since she was 11."

if(Vega !!wHt/wyh4M+t && title=="" && postNumber==32637872 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)14:05:07")

Yeah probably should have said preteen. I'll probably change that in the pastebin."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637884 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)14:09:44")

Yur such a pedo lol"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637891 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)14:12:06")


I'm curious to see how the Twilight vs Sweetie relationship develops. Swibble is full of almost unsettling devotion, and Twilight is a half-repentant runaway who loves Anon but seems to resent the power dynamic still. In the end, will Rarity -of all ponies- become the voice of reason and steadiest hoof on the household?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637892 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)14:12:14")

>Aliens age the same as humans.
Oh anon."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637893 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)14:12:22")

Vega use bedmares, no bedfillies."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637897 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)14:14:01")

>In the end, will Rarity -of all ponies- become the voice of reason and steadiest hoof on the household?
Yes and she will be the good pony that will get the reward of being cummed inside, the other two will just give anon a pity blowjob"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637906 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)14:15:34" && image=="OK with this.png")

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637951 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)14:31:08" && image=="Spoiler Image")

"Have you satisfied your mare today spg?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32637952 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)14:31:54")

For some reason I think Swettie is now the best mare for Anon

I agree, Sweetie will see Anon as a gift from heaven and Twilight as an ugly and flabby nuisance that can not compete with someone younger, docile and with better attributes for his good and noble master"

if(ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ !ALIjXdgq.s && title=="" && postNumber==32637985 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)14:41:57")

I'm sure that Sweetie must have been well trained to please her new master, but I think that every time Anon shows her kindness and attention she gets convinced that she loves him more and more, so she will not lose the opportunity to usurp the Twiligth's place in the family hierarchy

Hey Vega, Sweetie in this story already has her cutiemark and is referring to the song? I would like to see her sing before Anon!

Great update here!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32638274 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)15:36:24")

You’re shit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32638443 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:05:22")

"Hey senpai you might wanna fix that discord link in the op to one that works";

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638447 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:05:43")


> Celestia made sure to keep the phone with her the entire afternoon. Anonymous had promised to call and she wasn't about to miss it.
> She was washing the dishes and humming a gentle tune to herself when it rang. She nearly dropped the plate. A moment later she lifted up the block of plastic and jabbed the green button.
> The mare had dutifully read the instructions beforehoof.
> "Hello!"
> It was Anonymous' voice, if a little tinny.
"Hi! How are you?"
> She didn't really know what to say, but Celestia was excited. Her very first phone call and it was from her favourite human!
> "Not bad," he answered. "I'm here with Miriam, you said you have something for her?"
> The woman also spoke up to show her presence: "Hello, Celestia!"
> The alicorn smiled, even though they couldn't see her, and took the phone upstairs. Her friend, Silent Brook, was watching the TV, although he turned his head to look at her walk past with undisguised curiosity.
> That was good. The stallion was still a little angry about her joke earlier. Perhaps she should not have said that April was his fillyfriend. The girl was a little young and - as Celestia herself had seen - harbored no such feelings for the stallion.
> Maybe Silent Brook had considered that something between himself and the human could happen, but she had not seen him so much as hint at it.
> Perhaps he was waiting for April to be older?
> Maybe that was why he was so touchy about the little joke?
> Anyway, it could wait. The pony would forgive her for having a bit of fun at his expense.
> Eventually.
> His pout was kinda cute, though.
"Hello Miriam Adams!"
> She greeted the woman as she walked up the stairs.
> "What's up? Anything I can help you with?" the D.A. asked."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638458 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:06:46")


"Actually, yes. It is this person - Silent Brook's owner. I was wondering if you could give me some advice."
> "Ask." The lady was getting a bit impatient, but Celestia hadn't wanted to mention any details until she was in Silent Brook's room with the door closed. She even lowered her voice a little so the stallion wouldn't overhear.
"Yes. He was in a place called 'Afghanistan' for some war. I don't have Internet so I couldn't get more details - do you know it?"
> They made no sound, but somehow the quality of noise changed. Celestia could practically imagine the lawyers looking at one another in confusion. "Yes, we know it," Anonymous said after a while.
"He had some bad experiences, I think. He doesn't talk about it. But he has nightmares and is drinking rather a lot. It even caused problems with his marriage and now he never sees his wife and daughter."
> "Yeah, unfortunately stuff like that happens more often than we would like," Miriam explained. "Probably some form of PTSD. Is he getting help for it? A psychiatrist?"
> Celestia didn't think so. The human went to work, but did not otherwise leave the house.
"No, it doesn't seem like it. He had bad nightmares and..."
> She bit her lip and debated internally whether to tell them. But she trusted Anonymous completely and Miriam Adams was a friend.
"Promise you will not speak of this."
> The woman on the other end of the phone line chuckled. "Celestia, this basically falls under attorney-client privilege. Even if it didn't, you know I won't tell anyone."
> It was good to hear it.
"Thank you. He has a gun... and Silent Brook is worried he might-"
> The mare gulped and her ears went flat even from just thinking about it.
> She finished a little lamely:
"Do something stupid.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638464 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:07:48")


> There was silence from the phone.
> The woman sighed. "Yeah, still here. So, what did you think I could do here? How did you think I could help?"
> Now that she was faced with the actual question, Celestia wasn't sure anymore.
"I... d-don't know. I thought you could give me some advice on how to proceed. Should we get him help, or leave him to work it out on his own?"
> "No, no, that's almost never a good idea. How long since he came back from Afghanistan?"
> The mare made a guess.
"I don't know for sure. Three or four years?"
> "Yeah, and things have just been getting worse, I assume?" the lawyer lady asked.
"Yes, I suppose so."
> "Leaving it alone could end badly. Or maybe he'll bottom out somewhere. These people refuse help as a rule and think they should be able to handle it themselves," Miriam explained. "Unfortunately, they mostly can't. What we *should* do is get in touch with the man's GP and let them handle it."
> If that was a law abbreviation, Celestia hadn't come across it yet.
> "Oh, sorry," the lady apologized. "I forget you're not from Earth. It stands for 'General Practitioner'. It's a doctor you usually go to with problems and he or she tries to help, or sends you to a specialist if it's a more complicated problem."
> Including more people in the scheme sounded like something Saul would oppose. Perhaps she should try and speak with him, first. Maybe he trusted her a bit more, now that she had been living there for a while and had cooked him many tasty meals.
> Most of them with meat, even!
"Okay. What would happen in this case, do you think?""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638472 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:08:49")


> Again a short pause, while the D.A. thought about it. When she spoke, her words were slow, as if she was unsure. "My guess would be," the woman said carefully, "he would get an appointment with a psychiatrist who specializes in PTSD. After that, I really don't know. I'm not a doctor."
> Her human had been silent throughout the discussion. Celestia wanted his opinion as well.
"Anonymous? What do you think about all this?"
> He needed a bit of time to consider his answer, but then he spoke: "I think I agree with Miriam. There are people who know how to handle this sort of thing, you really should speak with them."
> It was sweet how he seemed to ignore her race, but Celestia pointed out:
"Yes. A pony coming alone into a hospital to ask about a psychiatrist for another human. I'm sure nothing could go wrong there."
> "Well, since you put it that way-"
> But the mare giggled and cut him off.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I'll try and talk with Saul first. Maybe I can use diplomacy to get him to agree and seek some help. And if I can't, I'll let you know and we'll think about other options."
> "Why are you so worried about this 'Saul'?" Miriam asked.
"Mainly because he saved Silent Brook's life. And I hate to see people suffer, human or pony. And their family is torn apart. I wish to do what I can. He took me in without knowing anything about me, or my trouble."
> "Okay. I'll have to be going now," the D.A. said, "so is there anything else?"
> Celestia wanted to know more about the case, but if the woman was in a hurry, it could wait.
"Can we meet somewhere, when the case is over? I'd like to hear about it.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638480 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:09:51")


> "Sure thing. I'll arrange something with Anonymous. Just lay low for now. You did a good job of vanishing, so the feds have lost track. With luck they'll assume you escaped and ease up on the investigation."
> The woman snapped her fingers. "Oh, that's right. Anonymous tells me you can't get home through the auction which brought you here. You need new papers to cross the border."
"Yes. And I will have two others with me. Can you help, Miriam? I swear I will find a way to repay your kindness!"
> Now the lady laughed gently. "No need for that, dear. Two more, huh? Okay, I'll give it some thought. I'll let you know through Anonymous. Bye!"
> Celestia smiled. A very sweet human.
"Bye, Miriam Adams! Thank you!"
> She heard her human stand up and hold the door for the D.A. - a gesture the alicorn wholeheartedly approved. Then he came back.
> "So, now what?" he asked.
> Celestia kept her smile in place.
"Now you tell me about your day, Anonymous. And the office. What did I miss while I was here?"
> While she had been discussing Saul and her escape with Miriam Adams, her nerves made Celestia walk up and down the room, almost without being aware of it.
> But now she went and lay down on the bed. The phone was still held in her magic up beside her ear.
> As she listened to Anonymous telling her all about how nothing significant has happened in the office in the past two weeks, the mare rolled to her back, stretched out all four hooves up in the air, spread her wings, and relaxed.
> He didn't seem to understand.
"Anonymous, you don't understand the purpose of this."
> Even her voice was relaxed now.
> "Oh?"
> The mare giggled a little."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638490 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:10:53")


"I'm not *that* curious about the office. All I wanted was to listen to you talk for a little bit. It *has* been over a week. I miss you. That coffee almost doesn't count!"
> "Oh."
> Except - she was lying a tiny bit. There was one piece of news she really wanted.
"What did Denis say when I didn't come to work anymore?"
> Silent Brook was still a little miffed when they went to bed after dinner, so Celestia opted to sleep on her foam mat. If he had another nightmare, she would hear it and could probably intervene.
> It took her quite some time to fall asleep on the hard floor, but she managed to slip into a pleasant dream where she was reunited with Luna and joined her over lunch.
> She was dying for a hayburger, actually! Earth had none and the Princess had never known how much she wanted one!
> But just before she could bite into it, the large doors to the throne room - why were they eating there, exactly? - burst open to admit Silent Brook.
> "Wake up!" he said in a strange whisper that seemed to fill the room. "Please, Princess, wake up!"
> Celestia looked to her sister. It sounded like something she should know about. But Luna just smiled sadly.
> "It seems it is thy time to leave, Sister," she said. "But we shalt see each other soon now."
> The knowledge that she was asleep flooded into Celestia's mind and the world faded away.
"No! Wait! I have questions!"
> But it was gone and she found herself being gently shaken awake by the stallion.
"Silent Brook? What is it?"
> Before he could answer there was a thump and a yell. It woke the alicorn up, instantly and completely.
> Silent Brook whimpered a little at the noise. "It's Saul!" he explained hurriedly. "A nightmare. Bad one. Please help!""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638496 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:12:00")


> Celestia wasn't sure what she could do, but at the very least she might prevent the human from injuring himself. Without further thought or analysis she bolted upright and ran out of the room.
> The stallion let out a grateful sigh and followed right on her heels.
> In moments, the two ponies were in the human's bedroom. He was tossing and muttering, but Celestia couldn't understand any of the words.
> Until a particular bit made her gasp in horror:
> "No, n-no, don't," Saul moaned loudly and clearly. "There's kids in there!"
> The pure terror in his voice bled into her bones and Celestia averted her eyes. What kinds of madness had the human seen in that war?!
> On the other hoof, she really didn't want to know!
> Silent Brook didn't seem affected. He had probably heard things like that before. Before she could gather her wits, the pony was on the bed and carefully patting his human on the chest with a hoof.
> He looked at Celestia with pleading in his eyes, which were just visible in the faint light of the street lamp, coming through the window.
> She swallowed and stepped closer. Her eyes were on the human, who flailed his arms and hit the wall. That was probably the thump they heard.
> It must have hurt, because it made Saul yell again.
"I'm sorry! Silent Brook, I don't know how to get into his dream, not while I'm awake!"
> The stallion went right back to waking up his human, who was getting worse.
> Celestia felt the situation slipping from control. She had to do *something*. Take charge. It was her duty.
"Hold him still so he doesn't hurt himself."
> Her mind raced and the alicorn tried to remember. Something tickled her memory. Old magic she hadn't used in ages. Tricks from her childhood as she and Luna were learning their first spells."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638506 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:13:03")


> One came up from the distant past. A prank, but perhaps it would be enough.
> She concentrated on the form and her horn lit up. Too late Celestia remembered that she wasn't in disguise.
> The fear and the excitement had been enough to forget that detail. But it was too late.
> With luck, Saul would be too addled from his nightmare to remember.
> The glow enveloped both the human and the stallion, which made them both gasp in shock. She knew exactly how it felt. Luna had used that particular trick on her too many times before their parents had put a stop to it.
> It was like being plunged into a lake of icy water.
> And it worked!
> Saul opened his eyes and tried to flail his arms around. But Silent Brook was somehow wrapped around his arms and legs, easily holding the human in place.
> Now there was another problem. The human was looking at her. A tall, white mare with a glowing horn, standing over his bed. She was probably quite an intimidating sight in the gloom.
> Especially upon waking up from his nightmare.
> "What the fuck-?" the human yelled and tried to free himself again. "Lemme go, LEMME GO!"
> But Silent Brook didn't. The human was too dangerous. Both ponies remembered the gun in the drawer.
> Who knew what Saul would do, panicking in the dark. She had to calm him down, somehow.
> For a moment she considered leaving and letting the stallion talk to the human. But that went against her nature as a leader.
> There was perhaps another way. It worked on ponies, perhaps it would also work on humans?
> She spread her wings out a little and used a different spell. Again one she hadn't cast in centuries. Thank goodness for her alicorn memory."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638513 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:14:04")


> In a moment the mare was outlined in light. It suffused - yes, that was the perfect word for it - suffused each hair and feather.
> Even her mane billowed up into its old, familiar shape again.
> The effect, Celestia knew, was stunning. She seemed to glow from within with a gentle, warm, yellow light, as if there was an invisible sun just behind her. The aura bathed the room in an unearthly light.
> Silent Brook stared with his mouth open. And so did the human. They stopped struggling just so they could see better.
> The Princess smiled beatifically and the glow strengthened.
> It was Sun magic. Even on Earth, even at night, it came easily.
> She should find a way to use these spells more often. They calmed her soul and all around her.
> "Are-" the human mumbled hoarsely, "are you an angel?"
> It was an unfamiliar concept, but the mare had read about it on the Internet. She had heard the word in a movie and decided to look it up.
> It seemed fitting, actually.
> She made her voice as gentle and melodic as she could.
"Yes. I'm here to help."
> Both males went back to staring in awe. The admiration felt good, but Celestia couldn't forget the reason she was there.
> Maybe she could help a tiny bit, if she chose her words carefully.
"Your past haunts you, Saul Geary. It is hurting you and those closest to you."
> Yes, it struck a chord. She saw the human glance away, before his eyes came back. He could not stop staring at her wings.
"It is not easy to forget horrors, I know. You must try. There are those who can help, if you but accept their aid."
> The man gave a single nod. "I'll-" he tried to say, but couldn't quite get it out the first time. He finished a little lamely: "I'll try.""

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638515 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:15:11")


> Even Silent Brook smiled at that. The human might break his word later, but at least he would start thinking about it.
> She was about to find a way to excuse herself and leave, when Saul spoke up again: "Who are you?"
> Briefly Celestia considered lying. But something told her she could trust this human. Her indecision must have been obvious, because she saw Silent Brook give her a firm nod.
> The spell faded and the light went out. Both males let out sighs of regret while Celestia sat on the floor.
"This is me without a disguise, Saul. I'm Supple Branch."
> She waited for the verdict. Maybe he would be angry at the lies and deceit, or disappointed that she didn't trust him.
> Well, she had very little reason to do so, based on his behavior, actually!
> Maybe he would just demand she leave. Or he could be worried about having her magic in the house.
> But Saul did none of those things. "Why hide?"
> She swallowed. "There are men after me. I am trying to get home - to my world - but until the search for me eases up, I have no way to get there."
> "Huh," Saul said. I was all the comment he seemed prepared to give. Until he raised his voice again: "You can let me go any time, horse."
> Silent Brook relaxed and flashed Celestia a relieved grin. He unwrapped himself from the human, who rubbed his forearms to restore circulation.
> The mare hadn't realized until then just how strongly the pony had gripped his human to keep him still.
> She took charge again.
"Go back to sleep. Silent Brook, you stay with Saul and come get me if the nightmare returns. I'll take your bed."
> The authoritative tone helped and the two males both nodded. But while Silent Brook lay down, Saul shuffled to the edge of the bed."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638518 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:16:14")


> "Where are you going?" the stallion asked.
> The human grunted a little in annoyance. "Get a damn glass of water!"
> Celestia walked backward to let him out of the room, then joined the human in the kitchen. She felt he had some more questions. He turned the light on and looked her up and down.
> "How come you're bigger than the normal ones?" he asked.
"I'm a different kind of pony."
> She was being truthful, but only to a point. The human didn't need to know absolutely *everything*.
> He shrugged, as if it wasn't really important. "That why they're after you? Who is after you, by the way?"
> He selected one of the clean glasses - a thing he had not even thanked her for, in fact! - and opened the tap.
> Water splashed into the sink and the human waited with his finger in the stream.
"Yes. I don't like to say who is chasing me. I do not wish to put you in danger."
> Now he laughed a little. "I've been in danger. Just tell me this: is it criminals or the government?"
> This was a very difficult decision. Saul had served in the military. He might still have loyalty for his commanders and so, by proxy, to the leaders of the country and its policemen.
> She could refuse to answer. But Celestia felt she knew what his answer would be.
> Yes, he *should* have loyalty, but seeing what the service in the military had done to him, she didn't think Saul had much love for the higher-ups.
> "Yeah, makes sense. Otherwise you'd go to the police for protection, not me," the human went on and stuck his glass under the stream of water. It filled quickly and he turned the tap off.
> His eyes stayed on her as he drank and the mare returned the gaze with a blank expression. She waited to see what Saul would do."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638523 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:17:15")


> If it came to the worst, she could probably tie him up with magic, get her things and leave before he could do anything.
> At long last, the glass came down and Saul pointed a finger at her. "Might wanna keep this look under wraps. It's kinda obvious."
> Celestia relaxed. He wouldn't turn her in. She was sure of it now.
"I cannot keep my disguise while I sleep, Saul. But I take it whenever I go out."
> "Good, that's good," he said and his eyes slid away. He was a little embarrassed about something and the alicorn waited for him to come out with it.
> "Look," he began, glanced at her face briefly, then looked down to the floor again. "Thanks for... tonight. I try and not let it get to me, but you know how it is."
> Maybe he was in the right sort of mood for her to push a little? To have that talk she told Anonymous and Miriam she would?
"Saul. Don't take this the wrong way, but you obviously cannot handle whatever happened, not on your own. It's hurting you and Silent Brook and - most importantly - it's hurting your daughter. She needs a father."
> His face twisted up and for a moment Celestia tensed. She got her magic ready to wrap the human up if he should turn violent. But she stood her ground and glared at the recalcitrant man.
> She saw his fist bunch up until the knuckles were white.
> "Who the fuck are you to come in here and tell me what I should or shouldn't do?!" he demanded.
> The mare pushed it further. She stepped closer and stared right into his eyes.
"I'm someone who cares about my friends. Maybe that includes you, but it certainly includes Silent Brook and April!"
> Saul said nothing, but he kept his grimace and kept glaring right at her.
> She sighed."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32638527 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:17:52")

It’s shit and it’s not even finished"

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638528 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:18:17")


"I'm not doing this to meddle in your affairs, Saul. And I'm not doing it to be mean. But maybe this is something you need to hear. Please, at least think about it?"
> The change of tone helped. The human relaxed a little, even if he was starting to breathe rapidly through his nose. It wasn't over yet.
> Celestia had to do a bit more work. She relaxed her face and took a step back. The time for threats was over.
> Then she gave the human her Look. It had done wonders for Anonymous, surely it would help here.
"Please, Saul. It's not important where this message came from, but please think about what I am telling you. There is no shame in seeking help. People understand. And wouldn't it be worth it? To see April again?"
> That last was what struck a chord. Maybe Saul didn't like his wife anymore, not after she just up and left, but he obviously cared a great deal about his daughter.
> It would probably turn out to be the key. But maybe not yet tonight.
"I won't bring it up again, you have my word. Just promise me you will consider it. *Seriously* consider it. For yourself and for those who love you."
> The human mumbled something, but it was in no way a promise!
> Celestia called up her powers of dealing with problematic negotiators again.
"I said *promise*, Saul! That was not a promise!"
> Another tense moment followed, but then the man unclenched his hands and heaved a sigh. His eyes went to the ceiling as if in exasperation.
> "Fine, damn it! I'll think about it, okay? Just leave me alone."
> Celestia smiled. One more thing.
"Now thank me for cleaning up your house."
> "What?!" Saul asked, flabbergasted. He looked around the room as if he hadn't seen it before."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638531 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:19:19")


> His gaze paused for a moment on the stack of clean dishes - where he had taken his glass, in fact - then went on across the empty, clean counter and across the kitchen table with no beer cans or cigarette ash.
"I have done it for free - as a sign of thanks. But it is polite that you thank me in return, is it not? Come on. Act like you are civilized!"
> For a fraction of a second Celestia thought his mouth quirked up in a smile at her gentle chiding. Then he raised his arms a little and let them fall. It was a sign of defeat!
> "Fine, fine. Thanks for cleaning the house," he admitted a little grudgingly.
> Celestia smiled to herself. A few more weeks and she would turn the man into a gentlecolt. She hoped she would get home before that, but if she didn't it would be an interesting side project.
> April really should have her father back. And not a violent, broken drunkard either.
"Good. Now off to bed and I will see you for breakfast tomorrow. I'll go back to my disguise during the day, just in case."
> Saul didn't answer, but he did leave for the bedroom. Too late Celestia spotted the stallion in the doorway. He was staring with his mouth wide open.
> She gave him a smile too, then turned and went back upstairs.
> Another human knew her secret, but that was alright. She felt she could trust Saul, even if he was a bit rough around the edges.
> Not a bad night's job. It was true what they said: a mare's work was never over."

if(AspiringWritefag !l5Ju6Ly8I2 && title=="" && postNumber==32638544 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:22:48")


A bit more of Cellyboo showing-off today, but don't worry. Excitement is just around the corner. This "sub-arc" is basically done, so I can stop torturing poor Brook and Saul.

Here's the paste:"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32638566 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:26:26")

Its good"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32638597 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:33:38")

Well that's not exactly what it was. He was going there for something for Rainbow who is his mare. It'd be like a couple going to a strip club looking for another dude/woman for the wife. While being at the strip club isn't cuck, what you do there is."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32638669 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)16:48:41")

you became trigger happy
fear of beeing late?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32638958 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)17:41:58")

It's shit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639088 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)18:02:32")

My hat is off to you, good sir! This ‘green text’ of debauchery will have me secluded in my masterbatorium for some time. You have my thanks, and that of my member."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639166 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)18:15:00")

1) It's fucking gay
2) Ponies seem too accepting of their slavery
3) Good enough, please continue writing"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639326 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)18:44:59")

"Are there any tf themed stories of someone being turned into a slave pony?

Asking for a friend."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639338 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)18:46:05")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639342 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)18:46:37")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639367 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)18:53:07")

no, there is none"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639370 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)18:54:16")

Go >>32529978 and never come back . The last faggot that tried one was attacked worst than the filly brothel guy and the SIMfag together"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639403 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:01:06")

We don’t even have many of free ponies being transformed into slave ponies, let alone free humans! It would be kinda ‘out there’ it’s just not our thing."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639412 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:03:55")

I'm kinda confused.
Wasn't there a talk between Anon and Rarity about slowly letting her into Anon&Purple relationship ? That meanr Twilight would have been OK-ish to sharing Anon, but she is clearly ultra possessive and jealous here.
Is it just because Sweetie Belle is burning the steps way too fast ? Or was this in another green ?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639426 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:06:29")

>Cellyboo showing-off
That’s actually enough, it’s good to be reminded she can be far more than a immature maid! Now that he knows what she really is, it would be nice for her to penetrate his troubled dreams, both to help him and expand her own perspective on humans. She got lucky with Anon, but we can be monsters too."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639442 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:12:06")

Wow, really? Transformation is shit on that much? I had kinda toyed with the idea of writing such a story myself..."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639458 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:17:12")

The last one was literally "because I'm a pony" everyfucking time. No plot progression, no real conflict, only a green that use the slavery topic to post transformation here"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639467 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:19:03")

Fantastic update, AWF. I didn't mind when the story was slowing down since I like slice of life stuff, which is usually pretty slow paced, but now that it's picking up again, I'm genuinely excited for each update.

Seeing her being a cute maid and silly filly is a lot of fun, but seeing her reveal the 1000+ year old monarch and near-goddess she really is every now and then is also very nice. I hope we get some more... perhaps along with some real drama around her escape. I don't think it should go too smoothly, if smoothly at all! :D

>Now that he knows what she really is...
But he doesn't. He knows she's more than she seems, but (as far as we know) he doesn't know the status of an Alicorn Princess or the incredible magical powers they wield compared to normal unicorns. All he knows is she's *somehow* special.

So... he was shit on because he wrote a bad story then, and if someone came along and wrote a GOOD slave pony transformation green, it might be tolerated?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639468 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:19:14")

Literally shit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639492 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:22:13")

>So... he was shit on because he wrote a bad story then, and if someone came along and wrote a GOOD slave pony transformation green, it might be tolerated?
I don't think so. Everyone literally REEEEEEE the first post that mention the transformation and but never mention the real problem with the green. Maybe you need to actually use the transformation general instead of this"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639514 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:28:11")

And knowing the rest of /mlp/ they'd REEEEE at the first mention of slavery, so I guess a slavery transformation green just ain't happening."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639533 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:31:29")

You just need to focus in the transformation section to be accepted in the transformation general. Just do that and no one will complain there, but here the slavery of ponies is the real topic and sometimes human slaved by ponies(literally only one green that barely get any reply)"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639585 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:40:30")

That's kinda what I meant. You have to focus almost 100% on the theme of the general you post in; mixing two themes together just means NEITHER general will accept you."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639617 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:45:58")

PTFG is kinda needy of writefags right now, they can't reject anything now and this would be your best chance right now"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639635 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)19:50:19")

Good point. I'll consider it when I finish my green."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639710 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)20:06:27")

Lmao premature much?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32639798 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)20:27:56")

"Megan gets her riding pony when??";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32640073 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)21:24:27")

I think Twilight said she'd talk to Anon about it, but things are still kinda early for Rarity to be prancing around in her panties."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32640094 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)21:29:11")

"A good mare knows her place";

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32640162 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)21:43:18")

>Be El Bronco
>Hanging with your girl after Skydancer left
>You arranged for the white van to take her back to her workplace
"Did you enjoy having your friend over?"
>"Yes," she says blushing a little. "You did, too."
"Yeah, I did. Would you like it if we had her over again before too long?"
>"I'd love that, master!," she says brightly, then adds in a sly tone, "You want to fuck her, don't you?"
"Is it that obvious?"
>"Yeah, but that's Skydancer. Always had the most regulars at the brothel, always first pick at the salon..."
"When she was a filly?"
>"She was just as sexy back then as she is now. Men couldn't get enough of her. I'm sure it's still true with the guys she..."
>"Whatever you call it."
"Does it bother you that I want to fuck her, or that I made you..."
>"No master. It was actually very nice to do that for her. She always wanted a 'piece of me', and you gave her that"
"No weird feelings about it?"
>"It was obvious how turned on you were when you commanded me to cum. That's what got me off. I mean, she's good with her tongue, but not that good"
"I can tell you flat out she's not nearly as good as you are at sucking cock"
>She smiles
>"I always thought I was the best at that among the girls growing up""

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32640169 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)21:44:21")

"You're far and away the best I've had, and I've had a bunch of mares who were no slouches in that department"
>"She really did want to finish you off, though"
"I appreciated it. Just saying she's not as good at it as you"
>"She's not as into it. Doesn't take the same kind of pride in it that I do"
"Just so you know, I really appreciate the pride you take in it"
>"Thank you, master"
"And you're really cool with me wanting to fuck her?"
>"My feelings shouldn't matter, but obviously they do to you. So... You can fuck anypony you like. You're the master"
>She hesitates
>"You invited Skydancer over when I wasn't around because you wanted tips on being a better master, right?"
>Tears are welling up in her eyes
>"Because that's important to you?"
"Of course it is"
>The first few tears drip from her eyes, and her lower lip is trembling
>"I don't deserve any of this. I don't deserve YOU, master"
>Now she's just balling her eyes out, catching her breaths between sobs
"Of course you DO. You're a good girl"
>You let her sob for a bit, unsure of what else you should say here
"You ARE a good girl"
>After a minute or so she calms down a little
>Honestly it makes you feel a little pervy"

if(Hippodrome && title=="" && postNumber==32640174 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)21:45:25")

>That there's a mare in front of you crying over being so happy about her life with you
>Because she gets to be your good girl
>Makes you just want to plow her right now
>And she picks up on it
>And steals a quick look between your legs
>"Is this," she asks with a sniffle, "turning you on, master?"
>It is
>You're already at half mast
"Is it terrible that I want to fuck your ass while you cry about how happy you are?"
>"Awww, no. It isn't terrible at all! It's sweet, master"
"Then go get the lube"
>She looks at you and starts crying again
>"You're so good to me!"
>Then she runs off to the bedroom
>You think you could just about get the hang of this 'master' thing


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32640262 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)22:03:11")

That wasn't what I meant when I said Mare deserves to be happy, but it'll do."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32640380 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)22:27:40")

Everything look really happy for both, like the calm before the fucking storm"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32640810 && dateTime=="07/12/18(Thu)23:54:14")

> "It seems it is thy time to leave, Sister," she said. "But we shalt see each other soon now."
> The knowledge that she was asleep flooded into Celestia's mind and the world faded away.
Maybe Luna would be really helpful for this whole border issue or at least have a conversation of how everything goes in equestria literally nothing happens and that make celestia feel even better about everything she do in her vacations "

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32640971 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)00:36:09")

It’s shit"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641000 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)00:43:15")

"Are there any stories about a pony slave pet getting hit and killed by a drunk driver?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641022 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)00:48:36")

I thing Vega covered that, and nice digits."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641023 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)00:48:38" && image=="Spoiler Image")

"Here is how I torture my mare for misbehaving.";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641060 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)00:57:45" && image=="1523464937493.png")

>local pony causes cute induced heart failure to witnesses, more at 11"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641115 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)01:12:47")

Shit like this is why ponies are slaves and humans are masters"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641332 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)02:12:00")

I approve of this and would like to subscribe to your newsletter. I do find it a bit scary that, even with the threats given, they leave him alone with her for any length of time, hopefully she's not completely evil."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641514 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)03:02:30")

"Do good slaves get bred to create a superior bloodline of pony property? Or do they stay childless to keep their figure for longer?";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641697 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)03:58:50")

Good workers get bred with zeebs to hopefully combine the natural servitude of a pony with the superior stamina of the zebra, in the process hopefully tempering the zeebs aggression.

Good bed slaves aren’t for sharing with stallions and are for humans only. The exception is some older ones may bear one foal to confer MILF status"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641731 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)04:10:36" && image=="full.png")

>Zeeb cross-breeding"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641766 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)04:21:45")

Sorry /mlpol/, the future is striped"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641799 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)04:35:57")

Now I'm not defending the mlpol posting, but that doesn't seem like a good idea. In most cases of zebra/horse crossbreeding the zorse (Zebra horse) is sterile, meaning it's less likely to be able to have children, and the small cases they do have children the chance of them having children is next to zero, also the zorse has dwarfism (So a smaller pony.) meaning they wouldn't be as good at work as a purebred AND they'd lead to a dead genetic line. In all honesty to cross breed the two you've basically just wasted good time, resources, and money on creating a useless creature vs. just purebreeding."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641803 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)04:38:41")

But then we can have increasingly smaller ponies."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641806 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)04:41:28")

Unless pony+zebra hybrids are superior in some way. Breeding mules isn't wasted time because they have certain benefits over horses and donkeys.

Having extra smol pone with built-in striped socks sounds pretty great to me."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641808 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)04:43:08")

That would die off in two breeding if you're lucky, one if unlucky, also they apparently are more aggressive from what some are saying, so even less good for work or house pet."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641812 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)04:46:02")

Earth Zebras are more aggressive, sure, but are Equestrian Zebras? The only canon example is Zecora, right? She's arguably *less* aggressive than some ponies."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641818 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)04:48:24")

Don't you have some emus to lose a war against?

>littler little pony with permanent lewd sockies
That does sound pretty cute though.

That's because Zecora is a good girl that deserves ear scratchies and bellyrubs"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641824 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)04:52:27")

(You) know what's up"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641825 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)04:53:22")

>superior in some way.
Trouble is they’re just not. Zorses are one of those things that sound cool, but you just end up with a small, untrainable, unhealthy, pony-thing with faint stripes. The only reason to breed a zorse is to breed a zorse; your time would be better spent on mules and if you really need the stripes you can paint them on.
But it’s not the dumbest thing people breed by a long shot."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641826 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)04:53:23")

Yes they do resist few sicknesses in rare cases (not 100%), but unlike mules they're not a prominent enough gain to be profitable, even more especially since ponies are already small, let alone a already small zebra being added to the mix.
Zecora just might be a zorse already, that or the last Zebra, it is a possibility, if a small one. (Excluding comics as they're shit if we add them to the cannon.)"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641840 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)05:00:15")

">acquire slave pone
>it's Aryanne
>she a good girl, the best girl there is
>you want to make her happy
>she asks you to buy zeeb slaves
>you ask why
>she want to torture them and turn them into dog food
>Aryanne is a good girl"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641852 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)05:08:15")

Sure, that’s why she tells you at least. I give it two weeks before you come out to the barn and catch her getting spitroasted by a herd of zeebs

Sterile zorse is a good thing though. Now you can cum inside her all you want without worrying about some satyr abomination coming out"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641853 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)05:09:33")

Don’t you have a discord server to circlejerk in?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641864 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)05:20:08")

> that’s why she tells you at least
> getting spitroasted by a herd of zeebs
Well, she know her fetish of aborting zigger and toying with the nearly viable foetus would probably be too much for you."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641883 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)05:33:34")

>toying with the nearly viable foetus
What the fuck is wrong with you, Anon? Seek help."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641884 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)05:33:55")

">most zebras are submissive, plain, simples (only come in earth variant ) and without fighting spirit
>pony is literally the opposite and not the best slave candidate
>best plan is the enslavement of both and create an useful really submissive hybrid
>zebra gene bring the submissive genes
>pony one will make them useful but without that fighting spirit that always bring problems
>capture a bunch of zebras (easiest part of the mission)
>capture ponies (mostly Pegasus and Unicorns)
>send any earth pony variant to workcamps to work to dead
>use the pegasus and unicorns as breed to make the hybrid
>zorse variants come from this
>not powerful as ponies, just enough to make up the fucked zebra traits and being useful for their masters
>unicorn zorse only can use basic levitation
>pegasus zorse flying is basically a joke compared to the real pegasus
>without earth ponies in the zorse genetic pool you don't need to worry about rebellion with retarded strength
>zorse is easy to train
>barely need any whipping
>zorse is the perfect slave"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641913 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)05:46:42")

Do zorse slaves speak in really shitty rhyme where they use the same word twice?

>”the work on this farm is hard”
>”if only we could work less hard”"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641928 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)05:53:27")

Only some pegasus zorse. Pony genes and basic training help to fix that"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32641989 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)06:30:30")

Zorse only need to say "yes master/ mistress" and moaning, both female and especially the male buttslut zorses"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642086 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)07:14:40")

"Shiny is a good boy! A GOOD BOY!!!";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642147 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)07:46:28")

">slave pone misbehave
>let the dog fuck them as punishment"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642153 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)07:48:22")

How severely do you think Shiny is going to be punished for running away? His Master has belted him a few times, would he ever take a whip to him?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642157 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)07:50:56")

Now that's something I can get behind."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642174 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)07:59:52")

">slave pone still misbehave
>swap from dog to horse for more effective punishment"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642178 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)08:01:41")

He never got rid of that driving whip that came with Corona's cart. He might just use it on Shiny for running off like that."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642182 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)08:03:44")

>Having a horse fuck your horse

That's not a punishment."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642185 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)08:04:34")

ShinyAnon doesn't have the balls to actually treat his slaves like slaves."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642188 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)08:06:02")

>not understanding the size difference between cartoon pones and rl horses"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642213 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)08:13:14")

ShinyAnon is caught in the hard position of wanting to be their Master AND their friend. It's clear he loves them both very much, but he's also not afraid to lay down the law when he has to."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642235 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)08:22:06")

Being a cruel asshole doesn't make you a man."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642253 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)08:30:40")

>You will never watch a real horse use an Equestrian as a cock-sock for days at a time.

Why even live?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642257 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)08:34:18")

>days at a time
real horses are done in 4-5 thrusts at best"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642259 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)08:34:31")

I ask myself this every night, buried under all of my plushs and slapping them with a horse dildo."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642264 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)08:35:59")

You just need more horses"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642438 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)09:52:23")

But not Cady and Shiny. Cady and Shiny know how to make it last. I can only hope ShinyAnon will change his mind again and let Shiny stay a couple more days. If not, those two lovebirds will have to cram years worth of missed sexytimes into one night. Shiny will be pretty tired on the journey back."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642500 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)10:18:10")

The mare got the master she wanted so much since she was a filly, what she did not expect was to start falling in love with him"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642513 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)10:23:49")

If you do not want the kind of cute colorful talking horses to be extinguished, you must allow them to join with stallions so that they have many beautiful and healthy foals

>Aryanne is sold to an African warlord who mounts her every day and with a hot iron changes her cm to a tribal tattoo"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642522 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)10:27:46")

In the Earth maybe, but not in Equss"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642543 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)10:34:06")

A stallion who not only "owns" her, but actually gives a shit about her, even if he wants to fuck other mares? Who puts her up in a penthouse while she still gets to work at something she's good at (doing the books for the brothel(s))? This is better than anything she could have expected growing up."

if( !ZebRTF.ypI && title=="" && postNumber==32642858 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)12:52:32")

Zecora is a good girl. A GOOD GIRL!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642861 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)12:53:48")

"Ah, fuck it";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32642948 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)13:29:45")

"Shining is the best bedmare";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643174 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)14:36:15")

>effeminate zorse stallion
>give him over to a herd of virile zeebs to prevent them getting blueballs between mares


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643185 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)14:38:07")

Mocha is a good girl. I hope she is going to be okay."

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643230 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)14:49:05")

"12 post for end this thread

Me too, she need more time in the story, fuck cuntdance and shinshit!"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643250 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)14:53:52")

Mocha getting jealous of corona for having a master that indulges in pounding her marehood when?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643271 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)14:56:52")

Mocha getting fucked by a dog when?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643280 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)14:58:31")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643300 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)15:02:48")

Sorry senpai, but if she is going to walk around like a hussy all day with her tail held high, she gets the kennel. What would Anons guests think if they saw her like that"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643306 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)15:04:43" && image=="Fear.jpg")


if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643313 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)15:06:27")

That's why he needs to pound her tight little pony pussy so that she gets over it"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643325 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)15:10:19")

I still hope that Anon enters his room and take her as the good girl she is, say "Fuck you" to Candance and put Mocha in charge of the field, as his new boss pony and the mare from master"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643336 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)15:13:55")

And then sends Cadance to the kennel instead ?"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643341 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)15:14:56")

Mocha will always be the good girl! She won't cuck master like bitch face candy ass and will always by loyal to his superior human cock
she can also role play as his daughter in a maid outfit and that would probably make his dick explode"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643354 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)15:16:47")

No, CYOA anon is pure"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643356 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)15:17:27")

It is the place where she belongs.

It would be more fun for Mocha to use the Candace crown and play the princess of love cosplay

Shadup Mocha!"

if(Jingles !4R8Wmm8FBA && title=="" && postNumber==32643366 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)15:18:31")

"New thread: >>32643364";

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643367 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)15:18:42")

Mocha is for sexual"

if(Anonymous && title=="" && postNumber==32643592 && dateTime=="07/13/18(Fri)15:58:57")

Sooooooo, you are going to continue this?
The ending just feels perfect. If you just write "end" there it feels complete."