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Random unsorted SiM stories by Anon
By grapenutCreated: 2022-07-18 23:40:56
Updated: 2024-11-10 18:31:09
Expiry: Never
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Anon
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>Here's your food Anon I hope you like!
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>Oh ha, how silly of me. I nearly sat at the table to eat with you.
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>I'll just take my rightful place at your feat.
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>And eat from a bowl.
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>On the cold floor.
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>Alone.
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>Fluttershy eats from a bowl on the floor
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>Anon dumps his food directly onto the floor and licks the dirty ground clean
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>Fluttershy goes outside and pees in public because that is what beasts do
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>she scratches at the front door and whines to be let in
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>the door opens
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>but Flutters satisfaction is only momentary
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>Anon is lying on the ground in front of the door
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>Flutters is forced to step on her living doormat as she comes inside
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>one day, Flutters comes up with the perfect plan
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>she cuts her tongue out with a knife
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>now she can never speak again
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>just like an animal
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>but Flutters goes farther
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>she spits blood up and rubs it into her coat
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>just like a filthy, filthy animal
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>she grabs a pen and scribbles on a piece of paper
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>proudly she presents her defiled body to her Master
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>and the note, reading "Checkmate"
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>Anon only smiles, opening his mouth to reveal his own tongue cut out
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>and raises his now fingerless hands
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Anon
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>"So she's been locked in that box HOW long?"
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"About 3 months now. Full bondage, high stimulation, orgasm denial. With the catheters and feeding tubes, I don't have to let her out for anything."
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>You give the lightly humming box a small kick, producing a barely audible moan, telling you she's awake.
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>"What about atrophy?"
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"I'm a little surprised you know what that is."
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>"Funny. I'm an athlete, of course I know about it."
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"Well, Twilight fixed it. Some kind of magic stuff I don't really understand. But it will keep her from getting bed sores or turning into jelly."
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>"Well, if you know what you're doing. How long till she gets out anyway?"
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"9 more months."
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>"A whole year of this? I can't believe she agreed to that! It must be torture."
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"I hope so. That's what we were going for."
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>"Anyway, we still going drinking tonight?"
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"Sure Dashie. Just give me a second."
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>With a small button press, the speaker clicks to life, allowing the blue unicorn a brief taste of the outside world.
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"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you."
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>Light sobs occasionally break the ragged moans as you sing.
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>Dash watches in silence until you finish.
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>Taking your finger from the button, the unicorn is once more plunged into complete sensory deprivation.
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>"I didn't know it was her birthday."
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"It's not, I figure she's completely lost any sense of time, so I started singing it every 3 or 4 days to fuck with her."
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>"Dude, that is twisted."
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"Yep. Alright, booze time."
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>"Aww yeah!" Dash says, following you out the door."
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Anon
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Celestia needs to prove herself that she loves her citizens...
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>"How many of your subjects did you assist today, Celestia?"
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>She blushes. "Twenty-seven stallions." Her voice mumbles something else.
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>"What was that?"
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>"A... and eight mares."
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>"Oh my. And did you cum?"
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>She blushes harder.
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>"Answer me, Celestia."
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>Very softly, she squeaks "yes..."
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>"How many times?"
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>This time, barely audibly, she answers, "Four times, Master."
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>"That was very naughty of you."
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>She hangs her head.
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>"Well, I suppose I'll overlook it this time. You must be very tired. Why don't you go to bed and rest now."
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>Her head snaps up, eyes wide with panic. "B-b-but Master, I still, I need, I..."
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>"What is it, Celestia?"
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>Her voice is almost whining. "It wasn't enough! I can't be satisfied unless it's you! Please, Master, it's not good enough unless it's you!"
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>"That's very kind of you, Celestia, but you really should get along and rest now."
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>Desperate tears start to well up in her eyes.
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>"Go along now. Perhaps I'll check in on you tomorrow morning."
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>She stumbles toward her chambers, trying to stifle her sobs of longing.
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Anon
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> Lyra came to you weeks ago with high hopes.
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> You dashed them, thinking it a lie and assassination ploy.
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> She broke too easy, so you used enhanced interrogation.
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> It changed her. How much, you're not sure.
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> Remembers you, but not much else.
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> Your first damaged goods.
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> You enter unannounced and she is already curled beneath you.
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> How does she know you are coming every time? It's like a sixth sense.
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> She isn't reaching for your hand. Nice improvement.
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> Her maid outfit is modified again. Are those pants?
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> The room is clean. A quick survey and not a speck of dust.
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> Two out of three ain't bad, considering Lyra's nature.
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"Master, have I been a good girl?"
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> "Did I speak?"
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"N-no."
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> "Then you don't speak."
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> She loves you, she really does. The rules don't sink in so well.
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> You watch her for a few moments, then her bed.
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> You'll be damned. Somehow even her pillows are sparkling.
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> "Yes. Good. I think you deserve a reward. You know what that means."
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> Lyra is already upon you, undressing you with her hooves.
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"Oh, oh! Can it be missionary position?
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> Pause for effect.
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> "Again?"
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"It's my favorite~"
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> You withhold a groan.
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> Lyra is consistent, and in this castle consistent is a welcome change of pace.
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> Human standard makes her happy. You do like it when your mares are happy.
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> Vanilla sex occurs. Lyra is very, very grateful.
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> You have to put your whole fist in her mouth to stop her from waking the castle.
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> She finds rapture eight times before you are fully bored.
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> Tuck her in and prepare to find a lay you can have real fun with.
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"Thank you, master." Lyra coos before drifting to sleep.
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> You silently leave, not knowing quite what to say back.
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> The halls are nearly barren this late at night.
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> You start to wonder which of your harem might still be awake to service you.
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> Something catches your eye as you turn the corner.
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> A figure just wandered into Lyra's room.
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> "Not this shit again."
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> If this is a guard pony, oh, the things you will do.
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> Lyra is weak in the head. She doesn't understand the rules.
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> It was your own fault, that.
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> So paranoid. So ready for war. So willing to try anything.
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> Every perversion more tempting. Each taste sweeter than the last.
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> A paraphilia cocktail perfectly suited for each slave.
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> This gift of a pony couldn't possibly just fall into your lap.
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> It was your fault she broke so hard.
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> A horrid miscalculation.
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> But you are certain, right now was all that guard's fault.
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> You can't decide how best to make an entrance.
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> Dirk in hand, you think of slitting his throat and giving Lyra something to clean up in the morning.
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> It's all you can focus on to keep your anger from peaking.
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> With restraint, you calmly opened the door.
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> Lyra was at your feet, sound asleep. That's new. Not entirely unexpected.
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> You peer around her starlit room. A shadowy figure is checking the bed. The mystery pony was clearly after Lyra.
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> Luckily, Lyra is safe beside you.
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> This calms you greatly. Got here in time.
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> Now for the rub.
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> A word lights the lamps in Lyra's chambers.
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> The intruder is a beige mare in homespun ninja garb.
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> You feel you should recognize this pony. With everything that has happened these few months, your show lore had faltered.
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> Not every pony you met was from the show, you gathered that ages ago, but the show ponies seem to be drawn to you.
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> She finally notices your presence.
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> She stares fearfully at you for a long while before her eyes drift down to the mare at you feet.
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> The smile wasn't lost behind her mask. She knew Lyra. Wanted her.
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> But why?
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> The stranger broke the silence first.
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"I heard her screaming. I wanted to make sure she was okay."
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> Weirdest thief you've ever met.
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> Hey there, just wanted to make sure your rings were safe. Bye.
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> No, this deep in the castle, just one floor beneath your own quarters. A single mare couldn't have managed to get this close to you alone.
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> Maybe Lyra was an assassin before.
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> "Why are you really here?"
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"I'll be going now."
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> "That was not the proper response, thief."
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> You were still in the doorway, armed and very pissed. There was no way she would get past.
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> "Now you be honest. Who are you, what are you doing, and what is your connection to Lyra?"
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"I was just passing by-"
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> "Horseshit."
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> Lyra awakens to the sound of you voice.
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> Good, she can settle one thing at least.
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> "Lyra, do you recognize this pony?"
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> She studies the mystery mare intensely.
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"No?"
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> This was an old game. Luckily you knew a trick or two.
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"See, she doesn't know me."
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> "Falsehood. I was simply asking the wrong way. Lyra, if you were a pony, would you remember this mare?"
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> Lyra's mind was like an old car engine that wouldn't turn over. Most of her was on the pony side of things, but the divide wasn't perfect.
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"Yes."
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> That a girl.
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"She is lying for you."
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> "I think you're lying for her. What you don't know is that that is the worst thing you could possibly do. Listen- Lyra, what's her name?"
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"I don't know."
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> "If you were a pony, what to you think she'd be named?"
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> Lyra began to tear up at that. You were patient for the answer.
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> Sometimes the engine took longer to turn over.
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> You had all the time in the world.
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"Bon-Bon."
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> That's the one! On the tip of your tongue the whole time.
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> "Bon-Bon. Bon-Bon, Lyra is recovering from a very tragic ordeal. She isn't quite herself, you see. But you could make her better. You know things. You can fill the cracks where Lyra is and isn't. Like, what is Lyra's last name?"
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"Like I would know that."
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> Insolent bitch. Oh, if you weren't afraid of Lyra reverting to an assassin beneath your very balls you would strike Bon-Bon down.
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> "Lyra, be a good girl and wait in the hall."
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> Lyra leaves without a sound, there is now enough space to swing the door close.
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> "Defiant. I like that. If you're not going to follow my orders by request, then I guess I'll have to break you too."
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> You can't stay awake forever.
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> As much as you hate to admit, you aren't god.
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> You have duties in a few hours to attend to, and if things continue this way you're going to attend them tired and blue balled.
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> Looking at this pudgy ninja, you doubted even rape would get you off.
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> First, you had to disarm her without killing her.
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> "I can promise you a real bed if you come quietly."
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> She doesn't respond. She has been searching this room the entire conversation.
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> She hasn't found an escape route yet, except through you.
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> If she has a weapon, she hasn't drawn it.
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> "I can promise you a straw pile if you yell the whole time."
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> Bon-Bon didn't get it. Another brilliant joke wasted.
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> She was yours, one way or another. She just doesn't know that yet.
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> "I can offer you a nightstand if you agree to these terms right now."
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> Hmm, focused. Very determined, very focused.
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> She is saving her voice, as if her battle-cry will be all the more powerful after saving it up.
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> You hold a dirk gingerly in your palm in preparation for a lunge.
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> "Okay. Ready. Set, " the dirk sails up in a gentle arc toward Bon-Bon.
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> So much focus. She dodges directly into your charging punch.
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> A second punch rattles her and Bon-Bon crumbles like rubble.
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> You collect the dirk and quickly cut away her failed stealth gear.
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> No weapons. Good.
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> "You really should have at least went for the nightstand."
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> You gather and shred Lyra's sheets to bind Bon-Bon with.
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> Taking knotwork as a hobby was a good choice.
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> She is hanging from the rafters by her forelegs. Her hindlegs are trussed like a turkey. Immobilizing her head took the most work, but you'll be damned if ponies aren't flexible.
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> Satisfied. You seal the room so that only someone your rank or higher could open it again.
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> Then, you called two sentries to stand guard, in case shit.
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> Lyra would have to spend the night in your room.
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> Five hours to sleep if you passed out this very moment.
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> Fucking detours.
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Anon
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>You check the time. Noon, or what passes for it since Night Eternal began.
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>Time to check on your favorite pet.
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>You walk through the artificially-lit Canterlot commons area, silently noting how quickly a path is cleared for you as you proceed.
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>Good to see the common ponies still know who you are.
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>Approaching the center stage, you can tell she's seen some activity since you left her there.
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>Celestia's face brightens as you draw near.
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>"Master!"
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>She sounds so happy.
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>You give her an affectionate touch on the head, fiddling with the magic inhibitor on her horn.
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>It's looser than you remember.
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>"Master, Master, Celly has been a good pony since you've been away! She did her job, just like Master said!"
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"How many?"
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>"Eleven!"
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>Celly beams happiness at you.
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>"Celly showed them just how much she loves all of Master's little ponies!"
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>She lowers her voice, whispering only to you
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>"Of course, she doesn't love them NEARLY as much as she loves Master. She didn't even cum from any of them, not like she does when Master gives her love."
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>You start the process of freeing her from the stocks you keep her in during her "shifts."
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"I noticed your inhibitor was loose."
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>Celly snorts.
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>"Some of them tried to take it off."
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>You free one of her forelegs.
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"You remember which ones?"
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>Celly nods rapidly. You free the other front leg.
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>"Numbers 3, 5, and 10; Star Scribe, Liminal Line, and Night Shade."
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"Guess I'll have to make an example of them, then. You were a very good girl today, Celly."
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>You let her out of the stocks entirely and motion for her to follow.
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>She follows silently, though you can tell she's got something on her mind.
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>Upon making it back inside the palace proper, Celly rubs your arm.
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>"M-master?"
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"Yes, Celly?"
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>"Celly was just wondering, since she was such a good pony today... C-could she... you know?"
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"I DID say you were good today... Alright."
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>"Yes!"
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>She practically skips the rest of the way to your chambers, eager for her reward.
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>And to think she used to hate it.
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breaking bell by Anon
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>years have passed
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>NMM rules equestria with iron hoof, with you as her chief enforcer. Already immune to magic, years of service made you many times stronger and faster than any pegasus or earth pony. You are a warrior without equal, an unstoppable weapon.
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>all hope is lost
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>Cutie mark crusaders are nearing adulthood and you have been keeping your eye on the annoying bunch of teenage delinquents
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>While they have never been caught in the act, they are suspected of spraying anti NMM grafitti, spreading subversive leaflets, and being engaged in various other illegal activities
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>unfortunately, NMM forbidden you of doing anything to them without hard evidence
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>No problem. You are sure its just a matter of time before one of them gets too overconfident and gets caught.
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>Then, you will finally have the opportunity to deal with them your way.
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>Glorious day finally comes
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>Sweetie Belle has been caught writing anti NMM slogans on wall of ponyville city hall. Furthermore, when guards saw her she tried to run away. She even threw a bag of glass balls behing her, causing one of the guards to slip and break his leg.
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>and we all know what happens to ponies with broken legs, dont we?
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>they spend weeks in hospital,and government has to pay for their treatment rehabilitation
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>Now, this counts as assult and treason.
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>She is in deep shit right now,.
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>Everything went better than expected.
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>You are sitting in your apartment.
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>Pair of burly guards enter, leading chained Sweetie Belle between them.
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>My,my, she is all grown up. Long legs, sweet tight butt, those cute sea green eyes...
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>This is going to be fun.
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>She is trembling in fear.
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>"uncuff her, and leave us alone" - you order the guards.
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>They obey without questioning.
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>you have trained them well.
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>"Now, Sweetie Belle" - you begin - "we really need to talk about your behaviour..."
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> Suddenly her horn glows and she sends a crackling bolt of energy in your direction. She screams "this is for my sister, you monster"
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>her voice is trembling, but the bolt seems to be really fucking powerful. Time seems to slow down,a s small secondary energy discharges fill the air with smell of ozone
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>oh, this is rich
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>energy bolt fizzles and dispperas harmlessly few inches from your chest
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>You snicker seeing look on her face
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>"i am immune to magic, you silly kid. I honestly thought everyone knew that already". You stand up.She looks at your towering figure and takes few steps back until she hits a wall behing her.
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>"you might as well throw some of your stupid little pebbles at me, it would have the same effect".
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>You grab one of those little glass balls that have been brought as evidence, and casually flick one at her, hitting her in the middle of her cutie mark
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>its a broken silver bell
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>apparently lot of ponies were getting this kind cutie marks lately.
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>guess even the cutie mark magic has succumbed to the rule of Nightmare Moon
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>BTW, that cutie mark is placed on really cute flank.
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>boner intensifies
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>"well, little lady, i guess its time for your punishment. You see, you really need to learn your place in society. Let me administer the first lesson... oh, and you can be as loud as you wish, there is soundproofing spell on those walls. Neighbourse were complaining, you see. Especially when i was spending time with your sister. I really could tell you stories about her, you know? I bet you miss her, but dont worry, we shall be playing together quite soon" - you talk cheerfully, slowly walking towards her.
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>she is backing into the corner. She seems to be too scared to even talk back. Her green eyes glisten with tears
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>and you havent even started yet
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>her horn is glowing again
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>the ball you have thrown at her is floating between you and her
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>"Nice idea, kid, but you need a lot more of those if you hope to trip me like that poor guard. And even if you had hundred of them, you still need element of suprise for this little trick to be effective. So how about you stop with this silliness, and let me introduce you to your new way of life. Who knows, you might even enjoy it, your sister sure does"
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>Suddenly the floating ball disappears. At the same time you hear a really loud sharp crack
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>a thunderbolt?
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>something is wrong
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>something is very wery wrong
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>its hard to breathe
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>You look down, and there is quickly spreading patch of red on your white shirt
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>what happen
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>brain starts to register a dull pain in your chest
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>your legs are suddenly wery weak
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>uh, you'll sit down for a minute. Or maybe better lie down
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>everything seems to be graying out rapidly
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>whats wrong with that shirt?
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>you touch your chest. Its sticky. And red. Its blood.
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>how is this even possible?
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>that noise
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>you relise it was sound of breaking sound barrier
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>you have been shot in the chest
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>with a .50 cal glass ball
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>fuck
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>is it getting darker?
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>No, something stands over you, blocking the light
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>that little bitch
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>sweetie belle
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>another glass ball is floating before your face
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>her voice sounds like its floating far away
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>"this is for my sister. And my friends. And my princess. And my world, you son of a bitch.
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>wait
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>no
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>crap
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>your mind don't even have time to register the second sonic boom as the projectile hits you straight between the eyes
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>"dear princess celestia, whereever you might be, today i have learned an important lesson. Immunity from magic is not the same thing as immunity from kinetic energy. Instead of shooting bolts of magic, you might as well accelerate physical object to suficcient velocity, and let Isaac Newthoof and laws of physics do the rest. I have no idea how you and Twilight Sparkle failed to figure that bit out years ago. You were suppsed to be smart ones, you incompetent schmucks. Thanks for era of opression ond slavery"
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>FIN
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Anon
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>Hoping for poetic justice for Anon, but in a way that still left the entire world totally broken and fucked.
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"You all need me, don't you?"
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> the assembled ponies, maids, soldiers, and your slaves all nod as you look around at them
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> Celestia's bobbing her head fervently, eager to show you how much she depends on you
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>even Nightmare Moon looks away when you try to meet her gaze, which is about as much of an acknowledgement as you could expect from her
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"Couldn't live without me. Wouldn't know what to do with yourselves if I were to leave."
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>they look around at each other nervously
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>you take another drag from your cigarette, rolled with nightshade
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>a final tribute to the one that brought you here
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"Guess you're about to find out."
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>you're suddenly feeling pretty sleepy
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>you've done some unthinkable things since you got here
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> the person you were when you arrived wouldn't even recognize you
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>but now you've finally done something right
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>you finally brought due punishment to the one bastard who actually deserved it
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>the worst monster that ever walked Equestria
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> you take one last drag
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>Twilight is shouting something but you can't hear her
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>you close your eyes
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> everyone breaks sometime
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> it may take years
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> it may shatter their souls, leave them an empty and broken shell
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> but eventually
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> everyone submits
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Anon
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>in some dark cellar in ponyville, a few citizens have gathered, preparing the unspeakable
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>the dim room smells of blood, putridity and sweat, monotonous humming sounds reverberate throughout
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>a single stallion is occupied drawing complex patterns and alien runes onto the dirty floor with the blood of a newborn filly
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>basically noone is a virgin anymore, so that was their only bet
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>the humming swells up and down, the cacophony increasing in volume steadily
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>as the weird sounds reach their peak, a single pregnant mare is brought into the middle of the circles of the ground
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>while the other participants hold the last note of their savage chants, the mare is stabbed in the heart with a massive rusty nail, drenched in the blood of a chimera
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>she instantly explodes in a fountain of blood and gore, revealing a bloodsoaked, alien being
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>"W-what are you?!", shrieks a mare with a horrified look on her face, she's never seen a being like this before, they tried to just kill NMM and the hyuuman
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>it closely resembled the one called anon but is was humungous and clad in different clothes, pulsating with a weird colour in his veins
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>"Senator Armstrong, here to bring freedom to this rotten-to-the-core country. Equestria is sick!"
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>"Why are you so huge?", asked another mare
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>"Played college ball, ya know."
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>Armstrong crashes trough the walls of the castle, breaking into the private rooms of NMM and Anon The Horrible
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>"I have a dream!", he exclaims
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"What...?"
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>"That one day every person in this nation will control their OWN destiny!"
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>he piledrives Anon and knocks him off the bed, grabbing hold of NMM in the process, tossing her into the wall
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>"A land of the truly free, dammit!"
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>He charges NMM, grabbing hold of her head, smashing it into the same wall with great force, all while Anon gets up again and grabs hold of a spear
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>"Equestria is diseased."
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Anon charges Armstrong
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>"Rotten to the core."
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>The spear, aimed at Armstrong's heart, bounces off with a metallical *CLANG*, sending Anon rushing past Armstrong, coming to a halt next to NMM who's still dizzy
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>"You can't hurt me, Jack!"
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>Anon tries again, just to be repelled again by Armstrongs sheer skin
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>"What did I just say?"
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>Armstrong rips off his shirt, revealing his bruised chest and massive muscles
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"What are you?!"
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>"Why don't you stick around and find out?"
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>Armstrong hardens his fist, punching NMM and Anon rapidly until they breach the stone wall and are sent flying down the tower, headint towards the palace gardens
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>"DON'T FUCK WITH THIS SENATOR!"
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>NMM finally regains her full conciousness during the fall, barely being able to break it and land herself and Anon safely on the ground
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>seconds later they see Armstrong jump out of the tower himself, aiming at them with his fist forward like superman
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>NMM's face forms into a wicked snarl, her horn glowing with dark dusts, sending a streak of magic at Armstrong. Anon smirks.
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"That's it for you!"
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>The magic hits Armstrong straight on but his descent is unhampered, he closes in on them quickly
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"WHAT IS THIS?!"
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>"NANOMACHINES, SON!"
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>Armstrong crashes into NMM and Anon with the force of a thousand suns, smashing both into the ground
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>he then proceeds to plaster them with swings of his fists until both stop moving
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>"They harden in response to physical trauma."
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>As the last shred of magic leaves NMM it gets absorbed by Armstrong, turning him into something more, pic related
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>Equestria is now safe and free, the weak are purged and the strong thrive, a land of the truly free. A nation of ACTION, not words. No chicken-shit buraucrats.
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Anon
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>Celestia stares in disbelief.
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>The door to her cell is ever so slightly ajar.
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>The beast must have been careless when he entered thanks to her skilful pleading.
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>She flexes her hips into him, grunting in pleasure as she meets his eager thrusts. Best keep him distracted.
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>She can tell he is close, because she is so close herself.
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>This will be her chance! She will kick him against the wall and make her escape!
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>It had taken many sessions convincing him she didn't need to be bound, but now it would pay off!
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>He gives a particularly deep thrust, and she gasps at the pleasure.
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>Sudden doubt assails her. Wasn't this opportunity a little too convenient?
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>It could be a trap. He is a treacherous beast.
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>His cock is so good, it nearly dissolves her ability to think; but that is what he is counting on!
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>Yes, she sees through his trap now. He nearly tricked her, but she knows better.
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>A fresh flood of wetness spills from her.
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>She smiles at her cleverness as her orgasm takes hold.
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>Panting in ecstasy, she clenches around him until she is rewarded by the spurts of his seed.
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>Yes, soon he will become addicted to her. Soon she will lull him into carelessness. Soon he will make a vital mistake.
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>Soon she will free herself and take back Equestria.
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>Her mouth floods with saliva as she turns to lick him clean.
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>All is well. All is going according to plan.
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Anon
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>you look upon all of the ponies that you broke and let out a hearty chuckle, thinking about how they once had ambitions and were once people, and how you took them and turned them all into mindless slaves
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>except Pinkie. She's always been happy, she's always thought that being forced to fuck you.. well, more like "getting to have sex with you" in her case, was something fun to do, instead of something she had to do to please her master.
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>but.. you can't help but feel that she's.. slowed down recently, as if she's not as happy all of a sudden. she was one of your best friends in Equestria back when you first arrived, and probably the only one to trust you despite how alien you probably looked to them. It almost hurts to see her like this.
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>sighing and standing up from your throne, some ponies stare at you in fright, while some stare expectantly.
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>as you walk over to her cell, ponies stare at you, some expectantly, some worriedly. Pinkie just looks up at you with a weak smile as you approach her prison.
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>"Oh uh.. Hiya Nonny." she smiles a little more and lets out a weak "giggle", if you could ever call it one.
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"Pinkie.. is something wrong?" you say, going into her cell and sitting down next to her. Some ponies stare at you, wondering if you're even the same person than the one they know.
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>she looks down at the floor, frowning a little. "O-oh uh.. yeah, actually. recently I haven't been feeling as super-duper as I normally do.."
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"Aw.. Why's that..?" you ask her
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>"I'm starting to think that this might not be as fun as I thought at first.." she lets out a whimper. "I-I mean.. I hear my friends sometimes and they don't sound like they're having fun at all.. And being locked up in a stinky cage all of the time isn't really fun, either."
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>you let out a sigh and smile a little
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"Oh, Pinkie.. I can assure you that they're having lots of fun. I mean, you like spending time with me, right? Why would it be any different for them?"
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>she looks away from you. "I-I know you probably look at me like I might be stupid.. but I'm not that dumb.." she starts tearing up.
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"P-pinkie.. what are you talking about?" you stare, trying your best to look shocked and not sad
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>"NONNY! PLEAASE!" she breaks out into tears. "Y-you aren't doing this for fun at all..! You took all of my friends and did terrible, terrible things to them!" she yells at you.
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"N-no.. NO! That's not true!" you can't help but tear up a little. yourself.
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>"STOP! The more you keep lying to me the more it hurts..! J-just..! SHUT UP!" she breaks into a crying mess on the floor, her hair gone completely flat.
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>you stand there, feeling like complete, utter shit.
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"I-I.."
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>"Nonnyyy.." she sobs into the floor. "Wh-why would you do this..? I thought you loved us.."
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>you stay silent for a few seconds
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"I-I'm sorry.. P-Pinkie.."
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>you don't really have anything to say, you just go down next to her and give her the biggest fucking hug you've ever given in.. in a long fucking time
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>she doesn't even try to stop you from picking her up and hugging onto her. "I-I wanna wake up...!" she continues to cry, hugging you back rather tightly all of a sudden.
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"I'm.. I'm so, so sorry.. I.. I just wish I didn't have to do this.. But.. y-you know I still love you, Pinkie.. I always have.."
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>"Y-you're not the one choosing to do this?" her crying slows down as she sniffles a bit.
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>you nod
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"You saw her.. Nightmare Moon. I-if I don't listen I'm gonna get fucking killed or something.."
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>she stares for a second, before you move your hand down to her flank and give it a tight squeeze. w-wait fuck you just kinda did that
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>"N-nonny! Hey! I may be in a big cage of yours, but can we NOT start doing that sort of thing to each other right now?" she sniffles again, giggling a little at the fact that you just went and did that out of nowhere
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>g-gah.. this shit is getting to your head, you were a dirty fuck beforehand but shit you've been getting awfully sex-crazed
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"Of course... u-uh, sorry.."
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>you look up at her and she's already looking up back at you with a cute smile, her mane all curly despite still hanging down. "C-can I maybe come out of my cage for a little? I'd like to see that big seat you sit on and maybe your other things.."
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>you consider it..
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"A-alright.. but uh, if you get caught then I'm gonna.." you chew your lip, nervously
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>she interrupts you with a giggle and slips on a leashed collar. "Tah-daaah!" she smiles
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>fuck, if she wears this around no-one will assume anything
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"Well.. alright, just.. you have to listen to me.. If you don't, well, NOT punishing you is going to get me in some serious trouble." you smile at her.
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>she takes in a deep breath, "Y-" she almost cheers. "I-I mean.. o-ohh~ a-anything to server you, master~" she says, snickering a little afterwards and winking at you
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>you chuckle and grab her leash, pulling her out of her cell. "Now.. follow me.. pet" you tell her, she follows you instantly, looking at the various stuff as she nears the throne room.
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>her disguise as your precious, prized pet is genius, and you doubt anyone will be finding soon
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>you sit back on your throne and Pinkie instantly hops up on your lap
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>you pet her down her back and she lets out a happy sigh as she looks around at your things.
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>she goes and looks up at you suddenly. "Um.. you know, if you HAVE to keep doing things to my friends to keep living.. I-I guess I can help you out a little.. I'd much much rather be able to keep all of my friends instead of having one go away.."
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>having an extra hand around would certainly make things more easy.. and being able to have your closest friend with you throughout this makes you feel a lot better.
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Anon
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>Today, Anon has beer.
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>Lot's of it. Well, not as much now as he did before.
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>Anon is very drunk, but he planned for his entertainment.
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>Celestia is shackled to his bed in case he got bored.
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>Her butt tattoo gives him the ideas.
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>He pretends to be a space-station.
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>Spinning slowly in place, he makes an occasional beep.
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>A knock on the chamber door is answered by the disillusioned Anon.
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>beep, rotate, rotate, boop.
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>It is the guard Night Watch.
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>Anon orbits his bare ass over to him.
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>"Commence docking procedures."
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>Anon grips the guard under his shoulders and
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"Sir, what are you doing?"
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>Lines his flaccid cock to the pony's sheath.
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>Upon contact Anon makes a wooshing sound with his mouth and his penis enters the sheath.
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>Anon didn't expect that part.
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>He smiles, looks Night Watch in the eyes, and roars a hard laugh.
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>He laughs so hard he pisses all over the guard.
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>Night Watch is shocked and disgusted, more at himself when his girth pushes his lord's length from his sheath with his own.
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>Anon wanders aimlessly, chuckling.
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>He finally comes to rest curled into Celestia's chest.
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>After his giggling stops, Anon looks about the room and sees Night Watch.
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>"Hey, you! What are you doing in here?"
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>He tries to stand and fails. His anger is apparent enough to scare the guard to attention.
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"Sir, I have a message from -"
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>"I don't care who sent you. I want you out."
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"Sir."
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>Night Watch saluted and obeyed, quickly backing to the door.
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>By the time he was halfway there Anon returned to an oblivious glee.
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>In the hall, Night Watch noticed his erection had only gotten stronger from the verbal assault.
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>He assured himself it was nothing. Just his body reacting on its own.
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>In the morning, Anon would not remember any of this.
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>The uncooked dozen of cracked eggs on Celestia's thigh were the only proof of last night's shenanigans.
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>But the guard pony Night Watch would never forget.
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>Nor tell, for NMM would surely kill even her own spy if she found out what he did with her beast.
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Anon
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>Be Celestia
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>Be sick of your job
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>Can't quit, everyone would die
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>Luna will return soon to overthrow you. Good
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>Send Twilight so you can say you tried to stop it
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>Twilight fails, just as planned
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>Luna has some biped rape monster
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>Not as good as tentacle rape monster but still good
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>Biped monster invades your dreams
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>Finally gonna get plowed like a cheap whore
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>Finally no more listening to dirty peasants bothering you with their shit
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>Finally not gonna have to care about anything else than cumming your brains out
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>Yes yes yes yes yes yes
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>tfw monster rapes everyone except you
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"This isn't fair!"
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>"What isn't fair?"
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"This! Your apathy. You don't get to be passive. You're a degenerate so act like one!
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>"Celestia what are you asking me to do? Rape you?"
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"Yes! No... Of course not. It's just..." your voice trails off
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>Shit, shit, shit, shit! C'mon brain, say something!
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"I'm still a virgin."
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>That's it! He likes virgins. All rape monsters like virgins, right? RIGHT??
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>"I'm sorry what?"
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>The fuck, brain? I'm over a thousand years old. He's not going to believe that!
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Anon
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”We can't keep hiding like this, Shining. Something has to be done.”
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It had been months since The Nightmare's Beast had rendered any hope of stopping the awoken Nightmare Moon's null. Many uprisings had been attempted, and all had been shot down, the involved ponies executed or, as rumors had it, worse. Shining Armor and Cadance had wed each other in a small ceremony a few weeks ago, holding on to any light that still remained in their sunless life, but despair still gnawed at their hearts.
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”I know, but what?! Do you want us to end the same way as all the other poor ponies who have said the same thing?”
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Cadance frowned and looked off into the distance.
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”I'm an alicorn princess. My magic is stronger than the magic of all the unicorns who have attemted a rebellion, combined. What's more, I have something that neither Nightmare or her Beast has. I have the power of the love we share.”
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Cadance shot the white unicorn a tender look and enveloped him in her magic, lulling him into a deep sleep and took flight, leaving Shining behind.
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”Something has to be done.”
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Anon
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"You've been a good boy, Shining."
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>Lead him into a room. Cadance bound and gagged.
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"Our mistress is going to let you fuck your girlfriend as a reward. She'll be present to watch, so put on a good show."
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>Blindfold SA.
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"Of course, she is not for mere stallions to gaze upon, so we have to do this. Just a formality."
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>Bring in Twilight, bound and gagged.
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>SA enthusiastically fucks Twi while Cadance helplessly watches.
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>Lead him away still blindfolded once he finishes.
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"Congratulations, I'm sure Cadance will carry the memory of this for a long time."
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Anon
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"You've been a good boy, Shining."
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>Lead him into a room. Cadance bound and gagged.
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"Our mistress is going to let you fuck your girlfriend as a reward. She'll be present to watch, so put on a good show."
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>Blindfold SA.
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"Of course, she is not for mere stallions to gaze upon, so we have to do this. Just a formality."
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>Bring in Twilight, bound and gagged.
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>SA enthusiastically fucks Twi while Cadance helplessly watches.
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>Lead him away still blindfolded once he finishes.
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"Congratulations, I'm sure Cadance will carry the memory of this for a long time."
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Anon
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>You enter the throne room, cutting through the crowd of changelings.
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>Approaching the throne, Chrysalis takes notice of your entrance.
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>”Anon? Is something the matter?”
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>She looks at you puzzled, concerned at your lack of response.
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>You lean in, caussing her face to wince in concern.
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“I'd like to have a word with you. Pricately.”
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>Her eyes flash with intense fear.
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>She tries to cover it with a weak smile, as to not worry her subjects.
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>”Well... Of Course, love.”
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>You make your way to the study at the back of the throne room, Chrysalis following in tow.
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>The door to the study flies open as you walk inside, leaving her to close it after she follows you in.
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>The minute you hear the door click shut, you spin to face her, noticeably upset, the back of your hand cutting across her face, sending her limp body to the floor, sliding into the corner.
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>You walk over to her quivering body, she looks up to you with a horrified expression.
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>”Anon?! I..”
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>Tears begin to well in her eyes as you lean down, grabbing her long, thin hair.
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>You pull her up with force, bringing her pathetic face level to your own.
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>”Ahh!”
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>Her voice begins to shake as tears roll down her reddened cheek.
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“You used the spell again, didn't you?...”
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>You fire a steely gaze, Causing her to wince in realizing the meaning behind your anger.
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>”Please! I-”
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>Tears begin to well in her eyes as you lean down, grabbing her long, thin hair.
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>You pull her up with force, bringing her pathetic face level to your own.
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>”Ahh!”
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>Her voice begins to shake as tears roll down her reddened cheek.
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“You used the spell again, didn't you?...”
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>You fire a steely gaze, Causing her to wince in realizing the meaning behind your anger.
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>”Please! I-”
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>Before she gets a chance to finish, you throw her by the hair into the corner. Her, thin frame going lifeless as she slides across the floor.
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>She takes her time recovering, noticing you walking closer, looming with an intense expression.
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”What did I tell you about that spell?”
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>The closer you get, the more she tried to back away into the corner.
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>”Anon! Please! I needed to feed my subj-”
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>You send a foot into her stomach, cutting her words short.
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>She lets out a guttural cough, spit and fluid coating her lips.
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>She gasps and wheezes, desperately trying to recover a breathe.
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“What did I tell you about that spell?”
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>”I... needed. 'cough' to feed my subjects...”
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>You lean down, reaching for her horn.
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>She recoils, trying to avoid you in futility.
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>You grab her and pull her up to your eye level once again, slamming her into the wall in front of you.
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>Her head thuds agains the wall as her body twinges in pain and fear.
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>You come in close as she opens her eyes again.
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>Tears stream from her face as she shakes violently, weeping heavily.
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>Her sporadic breathe washes your face in warmth.
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“You need more of my love?”
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>You bring your free hand to her flank, caressing her rear, moving your hand to her nethers.
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>Her face continues to wince in pain and pleasure as your fingers begin to tease her lips.
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“Fine.”
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Anon
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>Rarity quietly closes and locks Carousel Boutique's front door
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>She turns around when she hears the floor creak - Anon is standing in their bedroom's doorway, arms crossed.
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>"Oh, Anon! I must apologize, we were -" He slams his fist into the wall, and Rarity jumps.
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>She had hoped she could sneak into bed and wake up him in a way guaranteed to put him in a good mood, but no such luck.
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>"Ten, Rarity. You said you would be home at ten. It's almost eleven." He strides up to her and starts examining her.
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>She hates when he looks at her that way, not with the love he won her heart with, not with concern, but as if she's just a thing.
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>"I know, and I'm so sorry darling, but Pinkie Pie insisted on just one more round, and then Dash..." Her voice trails off.
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>Anon is taking off his belt, the one she made him when his old one from Earth finally wore out.
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>He's dangling it in front of her, and Rarity unconsciously tries to cover her hindquarters with her tail.
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>"I don't appreciate you lying to me, Rarity. Not again." Anon taps the belt buckle on the floor. Tap. Tap.
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>Rarity wraps her hooves around his leg, squeezing tightly, eyes closed. "P-please, Anon! I didn't mean to, I'd never."
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>He shoves her off, and looks down on her, sprawled on the floor. Tap. Tap. "Get up." Her eyes are glued on the belt. Tap. Tap.
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>Anon kicks her in the belly, and Rarity cries out softly, breath driven out of her. "Get up, and put your front hooves on the table."
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>She's sobbing gently as she complies, wondering how her life is now this, and knowing how she made it this way.
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>"Raise your tail, Rarity." She flinches, knowing what's coming. "Three times as many if you make me tie to your horn again."
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>Her tears hit the floor as she raises her tail, and her legs start trembling. Why wasn't she a better girlfriend?
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>Anon draws back his arm, belt held in his fist, and swings it. Rarity cries out as the stiff belt lands on her soft hindquarters.
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>Again, and Rarity sucks in air, trying to hold back her screams, trying to remember the Anon of dinner dates and gifted flowers.
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>He raises his arm again, and Rarity tenses, her bruised buttocks already sore, but he sets it down.
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>Rarity can't help but let out a sigh of relief, and that's when Anon swings the belt directly between her legs.
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>All four legs buckle and Rarity is gasping on the floor, squeezing her hindlegs together, trying to make the pain go away.
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>Anon spits on her. "I'm going out for a walk. Get in bed and be ready for me when I'm back." He doesn't even wait for an answer.
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>Rarity slowly drags herself into the bedroom, sobbing openly now that Anon is gone. Why?
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>Her hoof gently probes her throbbing mound, half seeing how badly she's hurt this time, half trying to make herself wet for Anon.
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>Why? Why did she have to ruin everything by sleeping with Applejack?
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>She knows if she can just show Anon she truly loves him, everything will be better. It has to be.
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Anon
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>The two of you, Nightmare Moon and you, have sat down in order to discuss the new arrival's torture
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>She's mentioned that she already has a bounty of ideas
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>and, as the concept of a new and different plaything sits in your mind, your own ideas swarm forth towards it, like flies to dung
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>"So, shall I tell you of my plans?"
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"Hm?"
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>You had been lost in thought, thinking of how to deal with this new creature
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>In your mind's eye you had already seen your ideas put into action
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>A plan had just about come together in your mind
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>You had almost forgotten that this was Her Majesty's toy, and not yours
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>You were only involved of her volition
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"Yes, I'm anxious to hear of them," you reply
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>She smiles crookedly and begins to speak
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>"Oh, I have many elaborate and horrible tortures for her to suffer
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>"I will rip out her claws and chip her beak,
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>"and hold red hot pokers to her eyes until her vision is like that of a rat's
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>"I will clip her wings and push her from a height
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>"not high enough to kill, of course
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>"but high enough to break her legs and bloody her, after several falls that is
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>"and every time her wings fail her I'll be there, at the precipice to say
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>"'Why don't you fly, bird? You could spare yourself so much pain if only you would fly!
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>"'It hurts me so to see you hurt so, so fly bird, fly!'
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>"and when her mind becomes numb to this treatment, when it has lost its effect
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>"I'll keep her in a small box without light and starve her
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>"and feed her scrawny rodents only a few times a week
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>"She will live, but every second her hunger will remind her
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>"That she relies on me for life
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>"That even if she were free,
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>"Her talons are useless, her beak is blunt, her wings are clipped"
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>"and her eyes are clouded and weak
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>"Even if she were free, she would die without me
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>"Everything she was, was proud of, enjoyed, will be taken from her
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>"You can take a person's belongings, their friends, their family
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>"But only when their very identity is stolen from them do they truly have nothing left."
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>She stops, and looks at you expectantly
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>Her countenance shows her to be smugly content at what she has said
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>You say nothing for a long time. When it becomes clear that you will not be the next to speak, Her Majesty clears her throat
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>"Well monster?" she asks. "What do you think?"
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"It's very devious. I can almost see it already. I like it very much," you say
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>She is happy with your praise
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"But, it is not quite what I would have done."
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>"Oh?" Now she is concerned. "And what is it that you would have done?"
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>You lean forward, and clasp your hands together infront of your face
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>You hope this pose gives you an ominously pensive aura
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"Your plan is brilliant, and harms both the body and the mind. My plan however, focuses less on the physical and more on the psychological
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"My plan involves no permanent mutilations; save one
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"We must cut out her tongue."
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>Her Majesty raises her brow at this
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>You shift nonchallantly in your seat, leaning back, and continue
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"She will be limited to gestures, will have no means of truly intelligent communication
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"She will be kept comfortable, as comfortable as one can be in a cage
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"She will be fed regularly, groomed, kept in good health
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"but she will have to come to terms with never forming a meaningful connection with another intelligent creature again
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"Any caretaker or observer will hold clear superiority over her mute self
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"and she will be treated as a dumb animal
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"No one ever again will acknowledge her as sapient."
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"The only pain that will come to her," you say, "will be summoned with a whip, and for the purpose of conditioning only"
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"She'll be treated like a stupid animal, and so shall be trained like one. A large, dangerous one.
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"She'll be taught circus tricks like a tame lion, will be fed a circus animal's food
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"and maybe one day humiliated, forced to perform those tricks before an audience, in, shall we say, a circus?"
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>You smile, and Her Majesty cackles
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"Eventually she'll break. She'll accept her place below intelligent beings
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"She'll believe herself to be a dumb animal and in doing so will have all but become one."
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>You pause for a moment, and then add to your speech
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"Our two plans will have the same end. She will lose herself, and will give her will over completely to us
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"Only, in my scenario, there will be a pretense of her submitting freely, by choice
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"Not being mutilated, and without any doubt of where her loyalties lie, she will make a formidable asset to us."
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>You stop here, leaving the room silent. Her Majesty has no comments, she is thinking deeply on your words
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>You take this opportunity to clear the air of something that may cause you grief later
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"Do not misunderstand me, I do not say this is what should be done. Your ideas are just as satisfactory, no, moreso, than mine
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"After all, it is your toy, not mine."
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>She looks directly into your eyes, and you look back
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>This has become something more than just a conversation about a new victim
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>Will she concede her ownership of this toy and its fate to you?
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>Will she retain and further establish her power over you and these events?
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>Perhaps you overestimated her fondness for you
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>You try to read her, search her face for a sign of what she was thinking
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>Her eyes, they showed doubt
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>The same questions that you had silently posed plagued her mind
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>To yield?
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>Or not to yield?
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>Her eyes solidified once more, became cold, and you knew that she had made her decision
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>"We shall put your plan into action, Anonymous. It seems a weak plan to me, but I wish to see what comes of it."
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>You were impressed. Even in giving in to you, she still managed to assume absolute authority. She was to be commended
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>You smiled.
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"Very well."
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>You pulled a knife from the belt of your uniform.
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"Shall we proceed with the first step of the plan, then?"
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>The two of you walk to Gilda's chamber. You stop at the door, turn to your companion and say:
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"Remember, not a word to the prisoner."
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>She nods.
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>You push the door open and step inside
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>and you're immediately greeted with a barrage of insults
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>The griffon seems to have worked the gag out of her mouth
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>Just makes your job easier
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>"Fucking psychos! Cunts! All you fuckers! I wasn't any fan of Celestia but over you I'd be ready to tongue her clit!"
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>You have to suppress a giggle. Such a thing could actually be arranged
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>"What the fuck are you gonna do to me huh? What the fuck!"
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>You briskly step up to her and pull out your knife.
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>"Fucking bastards. . ."
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>She sees the knife and falters
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>Swiftly, you reach into her beak and grip her tongue, digging your nails into it to keep it from slipping
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>COnveniently, her tongue was long enough for your hand to pull completely clear of her beak yet still keep a firm grip on the prize
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"Sh sh shhh. . . It's okay, it's alright."
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>You reach your other hand in and with a flick, her tongue is severed
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>You hold the disembodied, wet, red noodle infront of your face
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>That was almost too easy
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>You glance at Gilda and her eyes are wide with horror and disbelief
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>She looks not at you, but at her own tongue
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"This is just the beginning girl,"
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>you say apologetically, and pat her head
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>Without another word you turn and exit the room
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>As you close the door behind you and Her Majesty, a high pitched, desperate, bubbly scream comes from behind you
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>And another. Their source no longer able to articulate specific insults
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>This is only the beginning
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Le fin.
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Anon
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>Rainbow dash approaches you and gives you a tennis racket with a tag that says "To anon, its not like I like you or anything
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>you look between the racket and her, she is trying hard not to smile but her blush gives it away
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>you look around the hallway, everyone is staring
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>"W...well anon...?"
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>you wind up and hit the bitch across the face with a world class back hand with the racket
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>she goes down hard crying and your tear off her shorts and panties, unsheathing excalicock from its denim prison
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>you bend over her and jam the racket's handle into her bloody mouth
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>"Bit the handle, bitch. I'm going in dry"
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>you force your might wang into her with a heroic cry of "EXCELSIOR!"
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>the rest of the students around you cheer, rainbow dash just cries out in pain
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>you pull free and jam it home again, the head stabbing painfully against her cervix as your girth tears her apart
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>You pound away enthusiastically for a few minutes, rainbow dash crying and screaming against the tennis racket, trying desperately to get away
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>you feel the end is night and pull your cock from her and grab her by the hair, pulling her up to your cock
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>you blast the side of her head with semen, glazing her hair and face and filling her ear with your musky load
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>you knee her in the face for good measure, breaking her nose. she curls into the fetal position, blood running from her nose and cunt forming a puddle with the drippings from her face
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>you put excalicock away and lean over her "don't be late for gym class bitch" and then kick her in the ribs
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>you stand over your broken toy the victor and the cheers die down as everybody heads to class
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>as the hall finally clears, you bend over and whisper in her ear
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>"I love you, rainbow dash"
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>and then you head to class
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Anon
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"Hmph. Hmph. Hmph. "
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>Grunt after grunt, his hips thrusted and gyrated.
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>A soft sound of a wet mares nether lips smacking each other and the low rustling of damp sheets.
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>The mare laid unmoving, only the pure force of behind shuffles her body.
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>He stops his movement to readjust, then starts over. More grunts. More shuffling.
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"You have such a pretty mane."
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>No reply.
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"I know you're fucking enjoying this, bitch."
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>His dried hand wraps around the base of her tail and pulls it back against her back.
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>His member disappears inside her with each push. He smirks and releases his grip.
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"I'm close. Get ready."
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>The mare lays there.
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>An unsatisfying response.
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"Dumb cunt."
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>He doesn't bother to emphasize his climax.
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>With a short inhale and low groan, he releases his seed inside her cavity.
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>He can feel his member pulsate and quiver as the thick substance travels through.
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"Ohh yeah...Haha..."
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>The mare topples over to her side as he pulls away, unable to maintain her own balance.
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"I know, you're tired. As always. I'll come back tomorrow night."
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>Anon makes his way around the bed to see her gray eyes.
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>The blood has pooled around her coat.
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"Ugh. You're furs gonna look all pink now. Oh well. I think it suits you. What do you think?"
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>Silence.
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>Anon lifts her head. The deep incision around her neck exposes her trachea. It has a pale violet color to it.
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"Hmph. Rot."
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>He makes his way back to his own bedroom and sleeps, eager for tomorrow.
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Anon
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>Any idea what wild rumors might have developed surrounding Anon?
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...
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He personally castrated the guards that messed with his 'pets' and fed them their dicks.
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He slew Celestia, then ravished NMM on top of her corpse
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He eats (insert fear inducing species including and/or ponies here)
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I could go on, but its 3am lol
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...
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A rogue Manticore attacked Canterlot the other week and The Beast killed it, singlehandedly. The Beast tore the Manticore's heart out, straight through its chest, and ate it while it was still beating.
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Ignore the fact that there hasn't been any Manticore sightings around Canterlot in years, it totally happened. His brother's best friend's cousin totally saw it happen.
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...
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The dimmer ones, they talk about his strength.
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"He's walked through dragon's fire, crushed the creature's skull until it popped like a wet paper bag."
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"He can heal wounds in minutes, mend a broken limb in hours, and be back on the hunt."
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"I once saw him chase down a rebel insurrection for five hours straight, all through the town of Appleloosa and into the badlands beyond."
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"I heard he eats the flesh of his fallen foes to gain their power... have you seen the bones it sucks clean when its dinner is finished?"
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The brighter ones, they talk about his prowess:
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"My uncle told me he caught a whole flock of pegasi by himself, tricked them into snares and tight spaces until he could reach up and pull their feathers out."
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"He never had to, from what I hear tell his words hold ancient power, he can command a pony to slit their own throat, if they look into his eyes."
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"Only madmares listen to the Beast when it talks in its native tongue! It speaks words mortal ears can't comprehend, my cousin watched a pony fall weeping and insensate to the floor from a whisper of its damned lips!"
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But the truly wise tell the scariest stories:
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"I hear he sleeps on a bed of corpses that used to hold the Elements of Harmony themselves..."
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"Even if the elements were alive, what would they do? I was told he could snuff Celestia's magic with a touch to her horn."
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"I heard he does nothing."
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>...huh?
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"You heard me, nothing. He doesn't eat. He doesn't sleep. He doesn't ruminate or plan or scheme, he doesn't fear or hate or laugh or cry, he doesn't feel pity or remorse. He doesn't DO anything. He just waits. Nightmare Moon gives him tasks to forestall the inevitable, because she brought something into this world she doesn't understand."
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>That's... treason...
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"That's a fact. She keeps him busy, because when he grows bored or tires of it, he'll take her place on the throne. And she won't be able to bargain or plead or argue with him. He's a beast. He'll take. What. He wants."
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...
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The beast eats both plant and meat, he even eats pony meat. Where he comes from they eat each other too.
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His hunger is only matched by his lust, he fornicates every day and with anything.
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If you spend the night in the same room as him and survive, you will be corrupted by his lust and hunger too and go insane.
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The magic cannot touch him, he can kill a unicorn by touching his horn.
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He doesn't have a cutie mark, he has no destiny, for that he cannot create, only destroy.
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...
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Ever heard about the rebellion up north, near the border of the Crystal Empire?
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The royal Crystal Magus lead a battalion of battlemages, war-hardened clerics and experienced sorceresses against the Nightmare.
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She sent one soldier to crush this uprising. The Beast.
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This rebellion took place before his reputation about magic-immunity took root. They walked into their own doom. He slew them where they stood. No arcane tricks worked on him. No words of banishment had effect.
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Eventually, not the Crystal Magus was left. The Beast tire his horn out of his skull, using his bare claws.
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Then, the Beast stabbed him in the chest, using his own horn.
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Some says he keeps the horns, wings and hooves of fallen rebellion leaders as trophies...
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Anon
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>you are anon
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>you came here to equestria through bleach and praising the sun
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>when you woke up you were in the everfree
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>after walking a long while you finally find yourself out of the everfree and into ponyville
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>though it wasn't like ponyville from the show
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>it was ruined, and guards were everywhere and corpses hanged from the town hall
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"what the fuck happened here"
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>You walk towards it after concealing your head and stature in a cloak you had found hanging
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>you walked through ponyville with the whole town looking at you
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>"is it him......What does he want now" you heard from the ponies
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>looks like your disguise did not work like you had wanted it to work
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>a guard walked up to you and halted you and commanded that you take off that cloak
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>you couldn't follow their orders you were too scared
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>one of them suddenly raises their spears
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>you quickly react to this by kicking the horse in the face and taking the spear and using the pole end to knock the other out
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>you run out of ponyville with the speed of ten zebras and back into the forest
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>you ask yourself many questions though it is stopped when a club greets your face
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>you wake up in a strange camp filled with ponies,minataurs,dogs, and griffons
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"Where am I"
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>"SILENCE PRISONER" the pony quickly jumped and pointed the spear at you
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"who are you"
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>"looks like we really hit you hard monster"
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"Hey, what did i ever do to you"
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>"oh i dont know, YOU MURDERED MY BROTHER IN COLD BLOOD"
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>the whole camp looked at the two of you
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"When? and I just got here"
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>your last statement caught the attention of the whole camp
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>"what do you mean just got here"
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>you explain how you got here to them meanwhile they explain how equestria came to be like this
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"What do you mean there's another anon!!"
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>You were still shaken up with the second anon shit
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"So whats the other anon like"
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>the pony pointed to a brown mare
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>she was covered scars and a few bruises
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>"The dark knight is unlike anything we have ever seen before he cannot be afected by magic and no steel nor iron can pierce his armor" she began crying
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>"We cant hurt him, this whole thing is point-"
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"No it isn't, look humans aren't invincible we are fragile as fuck without protection all you need do is catch him by surprise and he will drop like a fly"
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>"why are you telling us this" the pony next to you asked hesitantly
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"two words, White knight"
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>"what!?" the pony next to you yelled
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"It means I'm gonna help you with your problem"
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>you got up and held your hands out
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"but only if you let me"
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>the room was suddenly filled with whispers and dumbfounded faces
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"well?"
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>"Why, we just tied you up and threatened to kill you why are you doing this" one asked
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"one, I want to white night. two, I want to see the sun once more"
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>you woke up in a damp tent with a headache and the smell of cider in your cloak
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>you got up and quietly sneaked out of the tent and looked at the night sky
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"hmm, shou-"
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>you were interrupted by a loud crack that came from the trees
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>silhouettes were gathering around the camp
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>they were getting closer and closer
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>"CHARGGEEEE!!" suddenly the night watch was all over the camp massacring any resistance member that stood in their way
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>you manage to get away from the chaos leaving the resistance members to their fate
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>so much for being a whiteknight
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>you run across the bushes praying to celestia or whatever god there is that you don't encounter the any watchponies
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>you stop after running an hour or two and laid down underneath a tree
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>you attempt to stay awake through the whole night though it seems your body had other plans and you began to drift off to sleep
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>you wake up the night star's still shining brightly in the sky
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"The hell is going on he-"
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>you were interrupted by a crack of a whip
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>you quickly duck down and frantically looked for the source of that sound
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>you also begin to hear the thundering hooves and grunts
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>you peek behind the tree and in front of you was a column of chained ponies and watchponies
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>you began to follow them in the shadows as they marched through the forest
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"where are they taking them"
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>you trip over something and fell to the ground with a loud thud
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>all of the guards look in your general direction as you scramble to get on your feet
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>the you get up only to be pushed down by a watchpony
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>you back away slowly from them whilst looking for something to defend yourself
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>fortunately the thing you have tripped on was the corpse of the patrol with a conveniently placed sword next to it
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>you pick it up and pointed it towards the guards
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"Stay back, I will use this"
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>you put in a few swings here and there to intimidate them
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>the two of them laughed as their comrades joined them
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>"well then beast show us what you got" they mocked you as they cornered you in a tree
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>your primal instincts take over and you lunged at them with lightning speed
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>they attempt to repel you with their spears though you easily dodge their blows
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>you pick them off one by the one until there was two left
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>one of them lunged at you and you quickly stab them in the chest and watched as the feeble pony gasped for air
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>you grab him by the head retrieved your blade and beheaded him in front of his comrade
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>the pony stepped back and raised his spear as you headed towards him slowly
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>you grabbed and broke the spear in half and grabbed the pony by the head
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>he yelped in fear and struggled as you put your hands around the pony's neck and broke it like a twig
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>you walked to the column of guards and massacred them all
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>the slaves cheered at the sight of the dead guards
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>you turn to them and began killing them one by one and smeared their comrade's blood in their coat before killing them
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>after there was nothing left to slaughter you collapsed to the ground as the new found strength left you to you and sleep began to take hold of you
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Anon
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>You are Fleur De Lis
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>A high ranking, yet young Canterlot Noble.
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>The sun set earlier than normal today, which was strange to say the least.
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>In your entire life, this has never happened before.
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>Perhaps Celestia fell ill?
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>Oddly, you have not seen any Royal Guards in the streets either.
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>You can only assume they were called back to the Palace, but you hope they will return soon with news.
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>In the wake of these strange events, you have decided to stay on your estate.
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>It is eerily quite.
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>Knowing that many of your maids had small foals at home, you let them leave early, seeing they would likely be scared by these events as well.
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>After a small dinner, you went to your room.
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>As you lay on your princess sized bed, you look out your window at Canterlot.
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>It is dreadfully calm.
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>Not a peaceful calm, but like the calm before a great storm.
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>There are very few lights visible in the city.
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>Even the Royal Palace is far darker than normal.
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>Realizing that looking outside does nothing other than increase your growing anxiety, you close your curtains.
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>Your room is illuminated by only a single candle.
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>You check your alarm clock on your nightstand.
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>11:17PM
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>In holds of maintaining some sense of normalcy in this time of unrest, you decide to go to bed.
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>You gently lay down, and pull the covers over your body.
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>Closing your eyes, you realize just how exhausted you are, and after only a few minutes, you feel yourself falling asleep.
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… thump…
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>Your ears perk up in reaction to what you believe was a noise.
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>It was soft, but it sounded like it came from far away.
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>A few moments pass, and realizing it was likely your imagination, you try to go to sleep again.
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… thump thump…
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>There it is again.
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>You definitely heard a noise that time.
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…thump thump thump…
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>You gently crawl out of bed, and walk into the hallway, levitating your candle with you.
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… thump thump thump…
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>You realize that sound is the sound of your door knocker.
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>It is likely the Royal Guards with news!
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>You quickly make your way downstairs, and arrive at the door.
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>You grab the handle with your magic.
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>The door opens to reveal a set of ponies.
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>They are not Royal Guards.
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>An uneasy feeling begins to rise in your stomach.
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>You see a chariot behind them.
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>They are two ponies in armor, but it appears to be a darker variant of the Royal Guards’ standard issue uniforms.
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>They also have a significantly darker coat.
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>This isn’t right.
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“Hello there, may I be of assistance to you?”
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>You haven’t answered your own door… ever… so have no idea on how this lower class interaction occurs.
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>“Yes, the Crown as requested you be summoned to the Palace immediately.”
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>The Crown?
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>You assume he is referring to Celestia, although you have only heard the term “Crown” on a few occasions.
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>Even has a high noble, you only visit the Palace on a few occasions; mainly large social gatherings.
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>You have never been summoned individually.
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>The prospect excites you, although you are weary of their invitation.
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>After all, these are not Royal Guards.
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“May I ask why I am being summoned? Also, I would like to see your Royal commission.
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>At the very least, you want to make sure these ponies are from the Palace given their odd appearance.
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>”Very well Ma’am, one moment please.”
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>The pony reaches under his chest plate, and produces a small badge.
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>”Here you go Ma’am.”
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>He hands you his badge, which you look at carefully.
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>It is indeed a real commission, which puts you at ease.
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>You hand it back.
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“Thank you very much, may I ask why I am being summoned?”
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>He shakes his head.
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>“I’m sorry Ma’am, but the Crown request that we exercise the upmost secrecy, as such, we can’t tell you at this time.”
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>It is strange, that their is such a need for secrecy, but you assume it has something to do with Celestia.
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“Very well, do I need to bring anything with me?”
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>”No ma’am. We will secure your house in your absence.”
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>You nod, and being walking toward the chariot.
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>You arrive at the Palace, and are quickly escorted inside toward the throne room.
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>Enroute to the throne, you look around at the Palace.
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>The Palace is significantly darker than you remember it ever being.
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>It isn’t welcoming.
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>The vaulted ceilings now play host to large shadows.
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>While you have never been in the Palace at night, you assumed they would keep it kit using torches, or some other light source.
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>During the evenings, you could see like radiating from the Palace hallways, even from as far as your Estate.
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>After a long walk you arrive at the doors to the throne room.
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>”Here we are Ma’am, the Empress is waiting for you.
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>Empress?
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>You don’t remember ever hearing her being addressed as Empress Celestia.
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>However, you decide not to raise the issue.
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“Thank you very much.”
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>The guards leave. It is now only you and the large throne room doors.
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>Deciding not to keep the Princess waiting, you take a step toward the doors.
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>The begin to open, why what you assume to be magic.
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>The inside of the throne room itself is quite dark.
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>A large shadow appears to be cast over Celestia, making her appear darker than normal.
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>Her mane looks so dark you are almost temped to say it is a different pony all together.
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>As you walk into the room the doors seal themselves behind you, leaving only you and the princess.
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>”Greetings subject.”
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>You remember Celestia’s voice.
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>That isn’t it.
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>That isn’t Celestia.
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Anon
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>"Please. Please! For the love of Celestia stop!"
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>She kept screaming. For 32 minutes straight she kept screaming. I expected her to just pass out by now.
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>I sliced off another piece of skin. Her yellow fur was soaked with blood.
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>A god awful scream later and spastic bucking she calms down.
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"This is what happens when a pony attempts to escape. Is it worth it?"
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>"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Just stop! I-I d-"
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"God, shut the fuck up."
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>A little harsh, but her voice was just a pain to hear.
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>I went behind her rear, pussy exposed. I snipped her tail off. Along with the others. Hated constantly moving it.
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>The bitch pissed herself. Then rancid smell pierced my nostrils. I gagged and recoiled.
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"Do you have no fucking self control?"
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>I smacked her across the face, she yelped.
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"You're disgusting. A filly has accidents. You're a grown mare and you still don't know when to use the bathroom, Fluttershy?"
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>She sniffles and parts her lips to speak, though I interrupt with another blow.
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>Blood spews out her mouth. A satisfying scene to witness.
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>I left the room without saying anything else. A few weeks of wallowing in her own filth should do her good.
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Anon
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> You look into nightmare moon's eyes
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> Damn she's a mystery, but you know you can solve her with time, maybe even make use of her like the other's
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> "We need to think about our actions, had you kept her alive she might have been able to amuse you longer and even become a valuable asset or at least a hand maid"
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> Nightmare moon looks down with a look on her face like a child who just broke a picture frame
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> "We are sorry for our behavior beast... We just.. We don't like feelin.. unwa...." her voice trailes off
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> "Nightmare moon your gonna have to speak up. i cant hear you"
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> "It is nothing mut, i just... i think it's about time you left me to dispose of the carcas...thank you for the time... and the thought of preserving some of my playthings."
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> with that she rushes you out, clearly embarrased by her actions
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> You shrug it off and go back to where you left rainbow dash, applejack, and octavia.
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> as you enter you see applejack sitting on the far end of the bed, and rainbow dash on the other, they both have looks of distain which quickly fade when you enter, but you know you caught them.
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> "octavia can i see you in the hall once more"
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> "of course master" she says, hopping off of the chair she was monitering the two mares from and following you out
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Anon
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>she's too smart to fuck up
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>instead she becomes super good at predicting NMM and Anon
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>she becomes better than anon at mind games
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>slowly gains power till she is 3rd in command
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>starts crushing on Anon
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>Anon and NMM hook up and go full autistic retard waifu
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>Octy cracks
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>uses her new mind game powers to fuck their lives up
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>is too smart to fuck up and have anything lead back to her
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>they only realise what's happening when the NMM empire starts imploding
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>octy has everything she wants and NMM and Anon have nothing and are shunned on the street
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>Anon begs to spend one night with Octy
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>accept but just to fuck him over ends up hooking up with flash just because she knows Anon hates him
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>knees weak arms heavy
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>walks the dinosaur
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>becomes the prince of bell air
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>???
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>profit.
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Anon
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>be me
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>be a couple hours ago
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>on /mlp/ need to take a piss
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>have not pissed/shitted all day because it's the weekend over here and I have been sleeping mostly
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>get up out of bed, I have a laptop so I browse /mlp/ in bed like a boss
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>stand up and stretch, everything starts flowing down
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>need to piss real bad
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>no time to get to the other side of the house
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>damage_control.jpg
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>escape out the side door and let lose the main vain into a bush
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>a stream that could rival the nile river gushes out
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>the force behind it is so strong the piss flys like a meter
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>feels good man
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>after 2 minutes of constant pissing my stomach starts to feel funny
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>lean against the fence for support
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>as the last drops drip out I realise I need to shit
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>run to the shitter at a pace that would shame Usain Bolt
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>sit and start to let lose
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>feels like the fucking titanic coming out my ass
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>push like a motherfucking rugby player
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>face looks like a weight lifter
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>know better then to squeeze my sphincter because only Jesus knows the pain from trying to squeeze this rock
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>by now I know I'm constipated as shit carlos.png
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>the pain from my asshole being stretched is previously unknown to man
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>really wishing I had been analy raped as a kid just to widen this hole
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>remember someone saying how your shit comes out better in a squatting position
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>get my feet up on the seat and hug my knees
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>it's slightly less painful but still hardly any progress felt
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>decide to massage my asshole and body to help get it out just like anon did to twilight in this story >>18981400
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>hand brushes my shit while I'm massaging/pressing
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>what the fuck is this?
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>mfw it's only come out like 2 cm
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>wipe my hand on some toilet paper nothing come off as my shit was so solid it didn't leave anything on my hand
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>fuck it I'm in so much pain
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>feel my shit poking it's head out
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>it's so fucking hard
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>pain is at maximum overload
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just getting worse
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>fuck it
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>in so much pain I just grab my shit and try to pull it out
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>no movement, I may as well be trying to pull a audi R8 with my tongue.
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>shit starts to break off
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>fuck it thats progress right?
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>start to break apart my shit while it's still in my asshole
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>it's super effective
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>start digging round in my asshole
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>manage to crumble most of it
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>break it up into smaller parts so I can shit it all out
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>I just sit there for 5 minutes trying to recover
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>finally get up and wash my hands
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>scrub away at them for a good 2 minutes trying to get the shit smell off
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>get back to my room
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>realise my hands still have the lingering smell of shit
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>get back and pull out the bar of soap and the hand soap apparently did not cut it
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>scrub away and dig my fingernails into the bar of soap
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>get back to my room finally
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>collapse on my bed
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>mfw my hands just smell of shit and soap now >mfw still no green text story
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>mfw I had to fucking dig at my own shit
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>capitcha: weeping sitntn
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>make sure to buy more fruit tomorrow
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>all those mince and cheese pies were still totally worth it.
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Anon
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> Trixie cries in loss of her newly dead child.
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> "I'll give you a day to mourn cunt, then we'll go on another outing"
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> "yes...master...hic..anything..you ask" Trixie replies between sobs
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> "What kind of coward kills a child in it's mother's womb" Asks a voice behind the two
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> Anon turns and to his shock meets another of his kind, adorned with black armor representing the shell of an insect and brandishing a spiked mace on his hip, much like anon's sword.
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> "Who the fuck are you, for that matter why should i care?" Anon asks, irritated at being mocked in front of his pet
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> "My name is innominate, but you can call me inno for short." the stranger replies
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> "you call me a coward, how would you treat this worthless cunt if you had her?"
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> "Honestly i would not stray far from the path you've chosen for her, she has quite a reputation." innon starts
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> "I'm here for the same reason you are, i was reading a story simmilar to yourse and found myself suddenly summoned to the hall of the chrysalis queen, she bid me to stop an attack from cadence, shining armor, and spike, whom was in the crystal kingdom on orders from twilight."
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> "I was sent here to survey the area the day you got her and saw how you treat this mouthy cunt, so I sat back and watched, gotta say i admire you're work, but when i saw you take the life of that nearlyborne, i just about popped your skull open for the world to see."
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> "and you think you could have done it?" Anon asks calmly as he tries to hide how nervous that this could come to arms, while confidant in his abilities, he knows he's a head shorter than innon and from the looks of his mace and armor, has less experiance using his weapon.
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> "I know i could have, so here's the deal, i am very upset, but have no intention of starting a war between kingdoms, so lets settle this like two good buisness men. you give me your cunt there. And i'll not be using your skull as a drinking cup tonight." inno says through the facad he's put on"
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you are inno
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> Fortunatly the practice against the dummies at the castle have put some whear on your mace, which makes it seem like you've seen some battle.
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> Anon stares at you for a while, thinking nerveously, but finally gives in to his worry. "You said like good businessmen, and while i like my head, i also like my property. have anything to trade me for this worthless cunt?" anon asks you, resting his hand on the scabbord of his sword to show he isn't afraid to draw his sword if need be
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> damnet this is bad, you know if it came to a fight you'd probably lose, he's probably had training against live targets considering how bat shit nightmare moon is. "I have a few extra bits, 20 enough for a worthless cunt like her?" you ask, keeping as calm as you can
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> "40 or no deal" he states
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> shit where did that courage go a second ago when you saw him kicking the life out of her child... as you remember, the fire lights back in you're belly "YOU THINK I'M HERE TO FUCKING PLAY A GAME WITH YOU" you say as you draw you're mace, the sudden movement has taken anon by surprise, he hesitates as you shoulder bash him in the chest. you have him on the ground to you're surprise
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> you raise your mace as if to strike and stop as he raises his hand to protect himself and anticipates the oncoming death.
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> you calm down, lower your mace, toss 25 bits at his feet and untie trixie who is so shocked by the passing events she follows you almost mechanically.
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Anon
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>"...Princess Celestia has demanded an audience with you, monster."
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>You chuckle.
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"So, my pet wants to see me?"
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>The guard responds swiftly with a shot to your gut. You stifle a grunt as he rants at you.
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>"She is no pet! She is the rightful ruler of Equestria, and you had better be on your best behavior in her presence! If not... I am authorized to punish you appropriately."
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>You bite back the pain and chuckle again, something he obviously doesn't like one bit, judging from the way he's wound up to deliver another blow.
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>Before the blow can come, however, a familiar voice drifts into the cell.
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>"Stand down, guard. He must remain alive, if he is to answer for his crimes."
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>The guard's expression softens ever so slightly as he backs away from you.
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>"Princess, I-I was just-"
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>"Beating a prisoner. Unacceptable, my little pony, no matter what he has done."
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>Celestia steps into the cell, wearing a simple purple gown, rather than her regalia.
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>Not a big surprise, considering you'd had it melted down into training equipment for her.
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>"Guard, I would like you to leave us. I cannot, in good conscience, trust you not to harm him further over the course of this meeting."
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>"B-but, Princess-"
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>"What can he do to me? He is bound in simple iron, his unique interaction with magic is not a factor here, unless I get too close - and I believe the time I spent with him has taught me well just how close is 'too close'."
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>The guard hesitates further, prompting a sigh from his Princess.
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>"If it will make you feel better, you may wait just outside the cell, where I may easily call for you, should anything happen."
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>With a resigned nod and wary look on his face, the guard finally leaves the cell, Celestia closing the door behind him.
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>Her horn glows briefly, and with it, the walls of the enclosed cell as well. Celestia turns to you, her gaze hard.
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"Well?"
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>In an instant, she is upon you.
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>"Master, are you alright? Have they hurt you badly? Please say you're okay, please! I don't know what I'd do without you!"
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Anon
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>Wake up in Equestria.
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>Feel warmth and hear sleepy breathing of your pet, Twilight, next to you.
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>Funny how you weren’t sure about her at first.
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>Watching her boss Spike around almost gave you the wrong impression.
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>It wasn’t until you saw how she behaved in front of the Princess that you knew:
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>She was a total sub in need of a dom.
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>From there it was pretty easy, actually, as you already had her attention.
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>Speaking of attention, your cock is demanding some right now.
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>Time to get to work.
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>”Pony,” you say, roughly shaking her awake by the mane, “You have a job to do.”
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>Drowsy eyes open, and look at you lovingly.
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>Twilight shakes her head, waking herself.
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>So cute how she does that.
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>Then she stands up, backing down the bed until her head is at your crotch.
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>Eye contact maintained throughout, good girl.
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>She opens her mouth wide, sticks out her tongue and descends upon your dick.
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>You've trained her well, and she's gotten pretty good.
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>With hardly a breath, she takes you down to the hilt in one go.
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>You feel your cock hit the back of her throat, where it fucking belongs.
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>She squeezes around you.
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>You love the funny tickle of her uvula on your tip.
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>You relish the softness of her tonsils, and the bumpy texture of the back of her tongue against the base of your head.
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>Taking her by the mane again you start thrusting down her throat.
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>Not too forcefully, but not too easy on her, either.
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>The first time you did this you got a lap full of pony puke.
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>You know her limits now.
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>Also, she’s gotten much better.
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>She keeps a constant motion on the base of your cock with her tongue, just like you taught her.
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>Swirling it around against you, it feels incredible.
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>And her now watery eyes staring into yours are beautiful.
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>You own her.
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>A deep thrust triggers a little gag in her, and you feel a string of her pre-puke cover your balls.
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>The teary eyes turn apologetic.
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>Another thrust triggers more of the same.
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>Her throat tightening around the head of your cock while she gags?
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>That’s real motherfuckin' magic.
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>”I hope you're ready. If you puke you’ll be in a lot of fucking trouble, Pony!”
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>Now it’s time for a little more force.
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>Holding her head tightly to your crotch you force your way in and out of her throat.
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>Your balls are soaked with her pre-puke, but she’s being a good little trooper.
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>Time for her reward.
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>Keeping her tight against you, you unload down the little pony’s throat.
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>You feel her muscles flex like crazy to gulp down everything you give her and keep it down
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>Your orgasm lasts a good 15 seconds, but you hold her head in place awhile, swimming in ecstasy.
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>She needs more time to flex her throat muscles around you, to make sure she gulps you dry
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>30 seconds.
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>45 seconds.
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>She starts to shake a little, trying to resist panicing.
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>Finally you release her.
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>She comes up and gasps deeply, a string of pre-puke stretching from her mouth to your cock as she pulls away.
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>She sits and breaths for a little bit like she's just finished the Kentucky Derby.
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>Her eyes are a little red now, but you can see she’s proud of herself.
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>Can’t have that.
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>”You made a little bit of a mess, Pony. Clean. It. Up.”
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>She nods and holds her head down, eyes closed in shame.
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>Still breathing hard she begins to lick her mess off the sheets around your crotch.
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>Then the underside of your thighs.
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>”You got some on my ass, too.” you say, raising yourself.
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>She nods with a small swallow.
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>Her tongue feels amazing on your ass.
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>She diligently works it around the inner side of your cheeks
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>and moves inward to the crack
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>pushing to the center, sliding her tongue upward
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>lapping several times across your sphincter, even pushing her tongue into it a little, wetting every crevice and bump to make sure it's even cleaner than it was before
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>She works her way up to your balls, licking them clean, and finally coming to rest base on your cock again.
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>She slowly runs her tongue back up to the tip and looks up at you to signal she's ready for what's next.
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>She pauses expectantly, applying the slightest suction, looking you the eye.
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>Her suction holds her tongue and the sides of her mouth against you, forming a seal.
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>What a good little pony.
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>You sigh as you relax and let loose your morning piss straight into her mouth.
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>The morning relief feels great on your bladder, and not having to get out of bed to do it is a sweet luxury.
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>”If you spill a drop, pony...” you warn.
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>But it’s not really necessary.
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>She hasn’t spilled a drop in months. She stares up at you obediently, assuring you she won't.
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>Watching her strain to maintain eye contact while gulping down your piss has to be the cutest thing you’ve seen in your life.
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>Your eyes glaze and roll back in your head as you spurt out he last few drops, and she swallows it all.
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>Mornings are wonderful.
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>When you’ve finished she runs her tongue up the shaft, washing your dick of any residue.
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>Then she sits up, looking at you hopefully.
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>”You may go.” you say.
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>”Thank you, Master,” she says in a voice that never fails to touch your heart.
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>She’s off to the bathroom in a flash, and you hear her rinse her mouth, then relieve her own bladder.
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>The room reeks of her excitement.
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>How long has it been since you let her have an orgasm?
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>A month, at least.
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>Maybe she’ll earn one if she does well with the next thing you have in mind for her.
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>It’s about time this pony got anal trained.
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Anon
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trigger warning: number one'ing in the mouth eminent
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>You enter Rarity's quarters. She's in her bathroom, endlessly grooming herself as she likes to do when you allow her to.
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>Sometimes you make her stay dirty, denying her baths and cutting off her water, when she hasn't been good and doesn't acknowledge her place,
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>but othertimes, when she's really good, and takes what you give without complaint, you let her take baths, groom and primp, even gifted her with makeup from Celestia's own supplies.
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>After all, it becomes less fun to defile her if she's already too filthy to make a difference.
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>You like her when she smells clean, when her fur is silky smooth, when her face is beautiful and done up.
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>Care and maintenance she spends hours doing in her room just waiting for you to come and ruin it and make her filthy and worthless again.
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>You hear things clatter as she scrambles to come to you. She always looks deflated at the sight of you.
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“Rarity...”
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“Rarity...”
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>“Yes, Master?”
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“You look...”
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>“Yes?”
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“You're quite clean.”
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>“Y-yes, thank you. I-- I want to look good for you when you come by and...”
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“And what?”
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“And-- and use me.”
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“Good girl. And what is your usefulness?”
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“I'm your... I'm your... your asswipe. I wash you of all your sweat, dirt and filth back there.”
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“Yes, Rarity. And what else?”
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>“I'm... I'm your (gulp) I'm your urinal, master Anon. I'm a drain for your piss.”
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“And what do you think of my piss, Rarity?”
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>“I am... I am thirsty for it, master.”
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“That's a good mare... I'm glad you are, because I've had a lot to drink tonight, and I'd like to share it with you before I go off to your friends to relieve some stress.”
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>She gulps and nods.
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>You run your fingers through her silky-smooth hair, then grab down on it firmly and pull her head closer.
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>She opens her mouth and closes her eyes.
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>“Look at me.” you command.
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>You prefer to see the look in your toilet's eyes when using her.
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>And you want her to see you. To know her place, to look right into your eyes as you feed her.
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>She looks up at you with her gaping maw, waiting. Her eyes stare into yours, but look empty. You run a finger along her cheeck and hold her chin so she's tilted up to you.
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>She trembles just a bit at your touch.
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>Such a beautiful face, such a tender lips, such a dainty little mouth.
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>She was the perfect receptacle of your filth.
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>It filled you with maddening arousal to use her, to the point where it was a challenge to keep from getting too hard from the experience to pee, but you were getting the hang of it.
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>You hold your limp cock with your fingers and hold the tip to rest on her tongue.
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>You sigh and your warm stream flows out of you into her mouth.
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>You feel her wet tongue lurching around your dick as she takes her first gulp, then her second, third
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>It's been awhile since you've last gone, you sat through a council with Luna and her generals for four hours without so much as a break, and that was after that party you put on for the batpony guards in which much heavy drinking was done of wine and cider.
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>Naturally the first thing you did once free to go was return to your slaves' quarters, especially your favorite toilet Rarity.
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>You had to go bad, and from the looks of what you saw filling up the back of her mouth it was dark yellow in color.
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> You really should drink more water and fewer libations, you reminded yourself.
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>Not that it mattered for Rarity, who guzzled it all the same like a trooper.
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>She used to gag and sputter, cough and wretch when you started breaking her, sometimes spraying your piss back onto you
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>but your relentless training, from your backhand, fist and heel, have taught her well to more gratefully accept it.
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>She's gotten very good at it.
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>She barely even shudders before each swallow, and is faithful and fast enough that she downs every drop as it flows down the back of her throat
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>She's careful to keep the flow away from you, keeping your dick far cleaner than her mouth.
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>You detect the slight of an icy glare as she gazes up at you,
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>but you stare back only half focused as your eyes glaze over with the relief emptying your bladder down her throat.
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>You're impressed with yourself tonight, must be a new record, feel like you've been peeing for at least 40 straight seconds, you're glad you managed to hold it through both the meeting and the party.
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>You love saving yourself up for Rarity.
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>Tears are welling up in her eyes. Your stream really is carrying on without a sign of slowing. Her red eyes start to roll back in her head.
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>Her nose-breathing is loud and erratic, and her face is changing color from green to blue.
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>She fights the urge to cough or gasp, and looks up at you pleadingly.
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>You only raise an eyebrow in return.
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>Seeming to lose control, she seems only to focus more on the task of finishing you to the end. >wrapping her lips fully around the head of your penis and drawing in her cheeks as she suckles your piss, leaning a hoof against your stomach and kneading your belly.
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>The sight and feel and experience of her almost passing out from drinking down your long, dark piss is too much.
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>You're starting to become hard, but you suck in deep breaths and keep the flow going to make sure she gets it all.
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>Your flow finally weakens, and you pull out and let the last of it trickle onto her face
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>She closes her eyes but keeps her mouth open as your flow rivulets down face and neck before flowing down her front between her legs.
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>You move around to let it spray across her nose and completely soak all of her white fur. Her whole front is now stained a dark yellow, and she smells awful.
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>You push out the last couple of spurts into her mouth again, which she gulps down, and licks her lips
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>She opens once more for cleaning. Her cute pony tongue gingerly licks and slurps your wet cock until it's clean.
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>It's starting to get hard now, but you put it back in your boxers and zip up your pants. Toilets were for flushing, not for fucking.
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>That was for the other slaves to enjoy.
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>She belches and swallows one last time and asks you
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>“Was I a good toilet this time, master?”
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“Yes, you were.” you said, patting her on the head.
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“Now clean up what I spilled on the floor. I want that floor spotless.”
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>“Yes, master.”
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>Rarity hunches down on the marble floor and with her cute little tongue out, begins lapping up the puddle of piss from when you finished on her face.
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”Goodnight, Rarity.”
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>You make your way to the other chambers.
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Anon
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The poor mare is exhausted, but she knows that if she stops know the relentless monster and the tamed timber wolves that keep tracking her will catch up to her; and that would be her end. There's only so much physical strain a little pony can endure.
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She eventually falls down, her body unable to respond to her commands despite her primordial instincts telling her to run away, her body too hot and tired to even move.
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She sees the wolves approaching, their master just behind them, but she has already exerted her strength beyond normal pony limits and she can only watch as this monster three times her size and height approaches her, sporting a playful grin that would had even seemed friendly to anypony back home were it not for the terrifying set of canine-like fangs that accompanied it.
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The enormous predator reaches up to the now trembling mare with arms like those dragons have, but without the scales and claws that could be normally seen covering their bodies, plucking her off the ground without any effort or resistance from her, as if she were just a foal.
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She would had pissed herself in terror had she not done so long ago during the exhausting chase.
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The mare can only cry and shudder as the monster brings her closer to his face, the set of teeth that it had used to grin at her some moment ago scrap against her ear, giving it little bites and nibbles that could surely rip her entire ear of if the monster desired so.
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It holds her close to its chest, using its hands to hold her from moving or falling, while exploring and slightly digging its blunt claws against her skin, letting escape from her mouth small whimpers of protest.
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She thought to herself how she would never see her family and friends again. Would they even know she was gone from home or what made her leave before this monster decided her fate? Tears started flowing when her mind conjured the thought of some her loved ones sharing the same fate as her if they tried to find her.
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The cruel predator could not contain itself, and brought its face close to her and gave her wet cheek a lick, cleaning it from her flowing tears before it started giving her what anypony would had thought where small, affectionate pecks.
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The mare’s body, filled with adrenaline and excess heat from the extensive chase this monster had made her go through, could do nothing but subconsciously rise its own tail as her most private spot started winking, begging for attention, at the small demonstrations of affection this predator was giving its next meal.
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She would had been horrified if she had noticed how her body had started reacting to the monster playful toying, as if she were its plaything, had her heart not stopped for a moment the second she heard the most terrifying sound she never thought this monster could produce from its maw:
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Words.
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”You’re mine now, my little pony.”
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Anon
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>As of now, Nightmare moon fights the current elements of harmony, the mane 6
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>She is of course, fighting a losing battle, magical power running low, she is now forced to resorting to a random conjuration spell, which requires little magic, and will summon any random creature from any random universe
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>It can summon anything from something as small as a bacteria, to a god-like being that could wipe away an entire universe
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>What she summons is somewhere in between those two, although much closer to the god-like being
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----
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>With a white flash, just as you're about to finish your adversary with a wire-attack, you are teleported through time and space, hurdled between dimensions to a world known as equestria, but you don't know that yet
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>All that you know is you technically didn't win your battle, and that infuriates you
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>The flash ceases, and the wires fly forward, into the faces of 6 innocent looking creatures, you lift the wires over their heads with a tremendous yell
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>The wires continue into a forest behind them, cutting the ground and the trees for several miles behind them
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"What the? Where am I?!"
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>You whip around, and see a strange creature standing behind you, with a horn and a pair of wings
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>"I have summoned you here, and you WILL serve me, stop those 6 insolent creatures, although I would prefer they live"
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>It speaks to you with an obviously royal and noble tone, but also quite annoyed, and is yelling these words at you
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"Who the hell are YOU to be giving me orders?"
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>Already, she's more concentrated on those 6 other horses first in front of you, and they are all shaken by the power demonstrated by your relatively weak strike, even if it did clear multiple miles of forest and ground
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>"I cast a random summoning spell, and you just happened to be what came out, now assist me"
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>Stop asking questions, if it brought you here, it can probably send you back, and you'll be able to get back to your own business
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>Begin cracking your fingers, stretching a few times, making sure you can still feel those familiar wires in your hands
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>Clench your fists, bringing them together, then as you extend your arms you open your fists slowly, revealing approximately 10 Blue wires that begin elongating and floating through the air
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>With more flicks and whips, the wires now surround you and this creature that claims it has summoned you
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"It'd be a good idea for all of you to surrender immediately, the more I look at you the more I don't want to hurt you, I mean c'mon, you're all pretty cute"
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>One of them speaks up, a purple one with just a horn
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>"We can't let Nightmare Moon win! Let's stop this creature from beating us!"
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>Are they about to attack? It doesn't matter, immediately 2 wires have all ready wrapped the purple one to a nearby trunk of a tree
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>"Twilight!"
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>The blue one then yells out, it has wings and rainbow hair
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>And this blue one is quickly flying at you
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>Some cutting wires should clip her wings
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>But when you attempt to cast them, nothing happens
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>It's front hooves slam into your face, as you're knocked back
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>You fling your arm at it, and more wires flow from your arm, enveloping the creature
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>An orange one also begins to charge you
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>Instead, you lift the blue one and smash it into her
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>At least the blue one was unable to do any actual harm to you
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>The last two are a white one and a pink one
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>"I..I surrender"
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>The white one says, as she lowers her head, possibly a sign of surrender in this world
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"And what about you? Do you want to go too? I can tell you know it's a bad idea" you say to the pink one
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>"Will you not hurt our friends if I do?"
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"Sure, unless this one says otherwise"
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>You motion to what they called 'Nightmare Moon'
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>And Nightmare Moon seems rather pleased, since it has a huge smile on it's face
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"Say, what even are you? And why did you need to summon something in the first place? Also, are you gonna send me back? I kind of have somewhere to be right now"
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Anon
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>The usual sound of jangling chains that signals MasterMind's writefag hard at work have stilled, leaving only an uncomfortable silence punctuated by heavy breathing
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>MasterMind picks up his whip and rises from his seat with an irritated grunt
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>The whip isn't used for much actual motivating, since the desk-bound writefag would simply get distracted by the masochistic pleasure of the biting sting, but it makes such a satisfying cracking sound
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>Storming imposingly into the room, MasterMind glares down at the glassy eyes and slackjawed face of his writefag
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"I don't pay you to sit here and fuck around!"
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>The writefag startles and turns to look up at MasterMind in confusion
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>"Um, you don't pay me at all, sir."
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>MasterMind's stony visage makes the writefag quake, whether in fear or anticipation is unclear
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"That doesn't explain why you aren't-"
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>The writefag's throbbing erection catches MasterMind's eye and he sighs in annoyance
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"Did someone insult you again?"
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>MasterMind's disdainful tone only compounds the issue, and the writefag's cock twitches eagerly
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>"Y-yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
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>The writefag gazes up with a hopeful expression
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>"Are you going to punish me, sir?"
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>Rolling his eyes, MasterMind glances over at the open word document
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"Only if you hit your minimum word count."
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>With a beaming smile the writefag turns back to the keyboard
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>"Right away, sir!"
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Anon
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Idea was that Twilight was only made a princess because, like many monarchies, they had unimportant royals to marry off in political marriages. And she's just replacing Cantdance after she became important with her little puppet state.
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>"So, umm, I guess I'm your wife now?"
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"Yep, another political marriage."
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>"Wait, another?"
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"Surely you didn't think you were the first? It's pretty common actually. I start conquering a country, they get scared and try to marry off some princess in the hopes I won't absorb their nation."
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>"S..so how many princesses are you married to?"
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"22."
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>"22!?"
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"How does it feel Twilight? To be groomed up as nothing more than a political bargaining chip? A pawn to be married off so the self proclaimed "important" royals can keep their thrones?"
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>"That is NOT what I am."
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"Really? How come you were made princess almost immediately after Candace took up her empire? How come Celestia grabbed a bunch of new students when you left? How come she more or less takes the place of her students parents?
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>"W..why?"
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>"Because you're a disposable princess. You weren't meant to rule, you're a tool used to help end unwinnable fights. I imagine Candace was as well, she just became important.
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>You lean in to drive home the point.
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"You're just her replacement."
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>She's sniffling a little at this point.
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"Wanna know how the treaty described you?"
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>"How?"
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"Young, attractive, intelligent, virgin, submissive, and eager to please."
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>You feel a rumbling in your stomach.
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"Speaking of eager to please, go tell the chef to bring me a steak, rare, then we'll get you introduced to the rest of the harem."
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>"*sniff* Alright."
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Anon
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>Anon goes to NMM.
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>He tells her there is a problem.
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>He made a miscalculation about Twilight.
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>She had almost accepted him as her mentor, she just needed one more little push.
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>So when NMM threatened to kill Twilight, Anon lied to NMM in order to show Twilight that he would be suitable as a mentor.
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>However, Twilight instead tried to coerce him into rebelling against NMM.
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>NMM is furious, lashing out at Anon with her magic (to no avail)
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>Anon (outwardly) calmly states that he made a mistake, but he never actually planned on betraying her.
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>If he did why would he tell her about it?
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>He tells NMM that Twilight tried to sweeten the deal for him with the bracelet thingie.
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>The Condition for it is to "bring about the fall of Nightmare Moon" together.
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>So they come up with a plan.
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>Anon gathers his pets (including Twilight), tells them they are all in great danger.
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>NMM grows wary of Anon, so he'll have to act before she does.
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>They'll have to dethrone her in order to survive.
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>When they storm the throne room, which is mysteriously devoid of guards, NMM surrenders.
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>The Mane 6 are all baffled and Anon puts some sort of restraint on NMM.
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>Twilight is like "Now let's free Celestia!"
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>And Anon is like "That was never part of our deal, was it?"
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>"But it was part of our deal that your friends were freed, yes?"
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>Pinkie and Fluttershy want to stay Anon's pets.
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>The rest follows, not daring to act out.
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>Anyways, with NMM subdued Twilight has to perform the binding ritual with Anon.
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>She realizes that all hope is lost and she finally breaks.
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>All the while NMM is laughing like crazy.
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>The only weapon capable of stopping her has been subdued.
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>So when the binding is complete she's like "Free me, ogre!"
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Anon
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Damn, now I kinda want to write one of these stories myself.Finishing the stories I've started comes first though.
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It would somewhat be a rip-off of Broken Bluebird, and it would probably look something like this:
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>Anon arrives in Equestria.
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>Gets normalfag life in Ponyville.
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>At some point notices that he has magical abilities that are different from unicorn magic.
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>Instantly uses it to mess with ponies.
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>Unicorn magic detection doesn't pick it up, he goes unpunished.
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>Decides to keep it a secret.
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>Notices that he can gain more power by turning things to dust.
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>Notices that the amount of power gained is proportional to the value of the object destroyed.
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>Uses his powers to cheat in a casino.
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>At some point he robs a train loaded with royal gold or something.
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>Ponies find out it was him, get pissed.
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>Sometime later there is a situation where RD is knocked unconscious in a collapsing cave while trying to apprehend him or something.
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>Anon takes her with him when teleporting to safety.
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>Anon makes her his prisoner, RD obviously doesn't like it.
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>Anon tells her not to be a bitch, he's planning on returning her anyways.
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>Demands pardon in exchange.
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>Celestia refuses, his theft angered another nation, and if she pardons him now, it could mean war.
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>Also muhjustice.
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>Anon tells RD that her stay will be longer than expected.
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>He can't just let her go as she is a valuable hostage, and tries to reason with her that she should just accept her fate as his prisoner for now.
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>As soon as Equestria is once again in peril, Celestia would have to accept his deal.
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>Rainbow is being a cunt and Anon gets pissed, thinking that Rainbow should be grateul for still being alive through his mercy.
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>He decides to make her his pet, reasoning that since he saved her life, it is now his.
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>Anon is somewhat deluded, not thinking of himself as a bad person, hence the word "pet" instead of "slave".
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Anon
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>"Beast! We require your assistance immediately!"
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"Jesus Christ, what now, you damnable moon horse?"
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>"We need you to enter our mind and rape our host repeatedly until she stops bothering Us while we work! Her constant protestation is grating!"
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>You take a moment before making your response.
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"So you want me to rape you until you're obedient?"
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>"Yes! Wait, no. Not Us, Princess Luna. You will be inside our mind."
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"So you don't want me to fuck you?"
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>"No! Wait, ye- wait, just- GO TO SLEEP SO YOU CAN FUCK US- WE MEAN, HER, INTO SUBMISSION!"
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>You manage to get out one last word before she hits you with one of the few spells that work on you.
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"Hot."
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Anon
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Reminder that the Empress of the Night uses her powers to have naughty dreams starring The Beast.
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>"Oh yes, my ogre, chew with your mouth open like a bad boy! Spit on the floor and make lewd gestures behind pony's backs! Y-Yes... oh by the stars! What's that, you want to eat your dessert first then not brush your teeth before bed? Ah... So... Naughty!"
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...
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>nightmare moon uses her magic to have naughty dreams with the beast
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>he doesn't know a thing
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>has no idea why he sometimes wakes up to the messiest, ball emptyingest orgasms he has ever had
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>fluttershy is always the one in the room when it happens
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>she asts anon for an umbrella hat when she stays over
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>he rapes her gently for her insolence
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Anon
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Story idea based on http://i.imgur.com/xlQj5b4.jpg
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>cyberpunk style setting
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>ponies and pony accessories are treated like second class citizens or nearly animals from a combination of cyberpunk dystopia and being transdimensional immigrants (possibly illegal)
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>viewpoint character is a dateless salaryman, not unattractive and likeable on the surface but with controlling asshole tendencies
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>he stumbles into being patron/semi-owner of a lady gryphon
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>they settle into a slightly awkward but mostly (platonically) intimate cohabitation but she keeps causing trouble for both by being a jerk to humans, committing petty theft, or so on
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>and she doesn't wear a collar or other signs of patronage so she keeps narrowly escaping semi-legal mistreatment by others
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>he's had enough of it
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>sits her down
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>asks her if she trusts him
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>she does
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>he tells her to lie back and close her eyes
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>she asks why
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>he tells her that if she trusts him she should do it
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>she does
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>he puts a blindfold on her
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>she's confused and starts questioning but he shushes her
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>he puts his palm on her chest over her heart and tells her to breathe in and breathe out, slowly
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>he slowly traces his hand down her torso, from neck to nearly touching her sex, repeating it while she breathes like that
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>he talks about how the real problem is that she doesn't really trust him, not enough
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>the trouble she causes is because she doesn't trust him enough to know what's best for her
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>and if she's going to fit in without being deported, arrested, or picked up by animal control she needs to
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>the hand stroking her is putting her halfway into a trance, like hypnotizing a chicken
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>(not magic Hollywood hypnosis, more like the real thing, with a somewhat suggestible and relatively trusting subject)
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>she makes some weak protests, but is shushed each time
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>he puts her through increasing hypnotic steps
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>breathing, tensing and relaxing bodyparts, listening to his voice, etc
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>he puts a hand around her neck, not squeezing but holding
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>she's trembling, even with the trance her instincts really don't like being in such a vulnerable position
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>he tells her that she needs to trust him completely
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>makes her start slowly repeating: 'I trust you completely'
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>he uses the hypnosis to ease the tension out of her
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>limbs completely relaxed, body limp, like she can't move at all
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>he squeezes her neck just a little
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>enough to make breathing a little hard but not really hurt her
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>his other hand has continued stroking down her body and the trance is rather deep now
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>she keeps repeating that phrase slowly, pausing to catch her breath
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>he loosens up the pressure and lets go of her neck
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>and carefully fastens a tight collar around it
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>a featureless metal ring, with an O-ring inset at the throat large enough to feel press into her slightly when she moves certain ways
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>she's still repeating the phrase
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>he starts guiding her through saying different things
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>making her repeat them enough to sink it
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>and she actually does more or less mean them but she'd never manage to admit it on her own
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>admitting that she's been badly behaved and disobedient
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>admitting that she wants to stay with him but can't unless she changes
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>admitting that she's attracted to him
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>admitting that she doesn't know what to do or how to handle it and that's why she's been acting out
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>promising that she can change
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>promising that she'll behave and be obedient
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>promising that she'll trust him completely
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>promising that she'll trust him to decide what's best for her, even if it's embarrassing or demeaning
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>promising that she'll be a better pet for him
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>by now she's very deeply tranced
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>still herself but extraordinarily relaxed and suggestible
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>he asks her what he can do with her
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>'I trust you completely'
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>he starts gently teasing her intimately with his fingers
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>more and more
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>she climaxes under his touch and with the hypnosis he draws it out
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>a deep hot spark inside her that makes every last part of her body from her primaries to her toes feel good
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>it's her reward for trusting him
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>he coaxes her into a deep, restful sleep, with that climax and its connection to her trusting him still echoing through her
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>in the morning she wakes, feeling floaty and pleasantly drained all through her
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>she examines the collar in the mirror with some embarrassment but doesn't remove it
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>he trusts her enough that there's no lock, just a hidden catch that opens it
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>he tells her to get ready to head out
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>she asks him why
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>he shushes her and tells her to trust him
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>she goes quiet and lets him clip a leash to the collar, though not without some uneasy fidgeting
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>they head out the door together with her at his heel
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(the end, for now)
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Anon
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Paying for things with sex is my fetish.
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>"Oh, my, I'm ever so terribly sorry, sir; I seem to have misplaced my bit bag. I regret to say that I cannot reimburse you monetarily for your services... but, perhaps, there is... another way I could compensate you?"
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>The mare before you wiggles her rear, seductively.
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>You stare at her with mild disapproval on your face.
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"Celestia. Pet. What are you doing?"
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>She freezes in place, slowly turning her head to look at you.
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>"Uh... M-Master! H-hello! I was, um... Practicing."
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"For what?"
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>"W-well... you said we could... roleplay. If I was a good girl. A-a-and I have been! I've been Master's good girl all month!"
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"I see. Why don't you walk me through this scenario you've come up with, pet."
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>"Well, um, I-I thought I could be a poor, helpless mare who didn't have enough bits to pay for Master's service, and so offered herself in payment, instead?"
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"Mmhm. And what service am I supposed to be providing?"
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>"... Uhhh... s-sex?"
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>You frown, slightly, beckoning her closer as you sit on the bed.
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>She obediently hops onto the bed, laying her head in your lap.
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"So your plan was to pay for sex... with sex?"
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>"Uh, y-yes?"
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>She gives you a pleading smile.
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>You sigh and stroke her mane.
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"Pet... that makes no sense. I will not deny you your reward, but I expect you to work on it further before we proceed."
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>"Oh... Okay, Master! I'll make it really good, so you'll be proud of me! I promise!"
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>She happily nuzzles into your chest, making soft coos of satisfaction.
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>Bless her heart, she tries so hard. Hopefully she'll come up with a better idea soon, you do so enjoy... rewarding her.
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Anon
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>Master Anon gets all cuddly with pet Fluttershy because it's christmas eve and he knows how much she enjoys it, she's been a good pet for the whole year so he wants to reward her. It's during this extremely cuddly snuggly time that Anon realises that he as well enjoys the cuddling very much. It becomes a regular thing and eventually Anon developes feelings for Fluttershy that transcend the master-pet relationship they have. He grows more needy of her, ultimately resulting in the breaking of their master-pet relationship and the beginning of their husbando-waifu relationship.
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To give more depth:
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>Anon lives in Fluttershy's cottage with Fluttershy, all Fluttershy's pets have been thrown out.
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>In public, Anon is Fluttershy's 'pet', in reality Fluttershy is Anons pet. She's been ordered to been the charade up.
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>Anon has angst over human-pony relationships
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>Fluttershy is his pet because she succumbed to hus dominant aura when they first met, she knew then and there that she wanted to live for him.
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Anon
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I want to be in charge of a young Trixie at the orphanage.
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Such a cold, friendless environment to grow up in.
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The others hate her. No reason. Kids being kids. She's 'weird,' is good enough for them.
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Well that and I constantly spread bad rumors about her.
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And since I'm an adult, they have to be true. Adults don't lie.
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So she lives her life in isolation, away from everypone.
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There's times when people come to visit. Couples looking to adopt some of the kids.
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Never her though. Never Trixie.
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She pretends it doesn't matter.
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It does.
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I'll see the hurt in her eyes. The pain and loneliness.
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But not to worry. She's isn't really alone. She has me.
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She has me fucking her and using her tiny little body in ways that she should never have to experience.
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She hates it, but she doesn't have a choice.
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I tend to get angry when she says no.
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And when I'm angry she gets hurt.
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Besides, someone's paying attention to her right?
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So she can pretend she isn't quite as lonely.
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Then one day a potential couple visits. They fawn over her. And she giggles. An honest to God giggle.
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Is this it? Will she finally be taken home? Will she know love?
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They say they yes. They want her. It'll take a few days to do paperwork, but they'll take her home.
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She's ecstatic and for the first time in her life she lets someone else see her cry.
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Tears of joy.
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But I won't let that happen. Oh no. Nobody takes my Trixie from me.
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I deny them. Why? Who cares. I find a reason. There's always something.
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They're heartbroken, but they understand.
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Trixie doesn't. Maybe it's because I told her they're the ones who said they didn't want her.
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They absolutely hated her.
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And like the gullible child she is. She believes me.
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But don't worry.
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She has me.
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And I'll be visiting tonight.
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Anon
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>Hasbro corporate HQ
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>Sixteen suits sit around a table, being addressed by a sweating department manager.
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>"Sir... we have a problem."
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"What is it, son?"
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>"Well, sir... someone has published a product that infringes on our copyright."
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"So sue the pants off them! That's what we normally do, right?"
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>"Um... sir?"
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"Why are you still here, son? Get suing!"
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>"Well, sir... it's making millions, sir. It's on worldwide best-seller lists."
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"...what the hell is this thing even?"
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>"It's, um, called, um... My Loyal Ponies, Submission is Magic."
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"What the hell does that mean, and - Wilson! Get your hands off your dick!"
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>"Sorry! Sorry... it's, uh... it's just a very, uh, compelling story, sir..."
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Anon
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>"Anonymous, what are you doing?"
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>Anon simply continues jotting something down on his pocket notepad.
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>"Beast, your queen asked you a question!"
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"Hmm? Oh... nothing much... just making a note of every time you've insulted me since this morning."
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>Nightmare seems taken aback, not quite sure how to react to so blunt a response.
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>She was used to ponies cowering in fear and begging her for forgiveness when they'd angered her, not casually writing notes while chewing on the remains of a dog-eared cigarette.
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>"How dare- Ogre, we demand you cease that at once!"
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>Anon looks to his watch before again scribbling in his pad.
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"2:20 p.m, called 'ogre' despite numerous requests not to be, also vending machine in employee lounge out of soda again."
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>Nightmare sighed deeply to calm herself before replying.
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>"As I have told you MULTIPLE times, I am not the one whose job it is to restock the vending machines in the staff-"
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"Beginning to think my employer suffers from a lack of interdepartmental communication."
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>The dark alicorn growled dangerously.
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>"Anonymous, you are to stop making notes this instant or else I'll-"
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"Numerous threats made against physical well-being clearly in breach of health and safety protocol."
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>"Health and Safety? This morning you drilled the teeth of four separate prisoners and shoved hot coals town the throat of another!"
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"Yeah, but they weren't a part of the union and I am a qualified torturer after all."
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>"Just go, Anonymous. Take the rest of the day off or something."
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"Early finish? Hell yeah! Oh by the way, I noticed the ceiling in the Eastern servant's dorm is starting to crack."
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>"And?"
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>Anon reaches into his pocket and produces a business card before handing it over.
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"Well I'm also a fully certified plasterer and stone mason, so... you know, if you ever want somebody to fix that right up you know who to call. I'll even give you the special friends and family rate."
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Anon
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>She snaps and kills Angel by accident after he abuses her once too often.
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>Anon witnesses it and blackmails her, originally fancying her as his slave, but over time coming to use her for darker things. Though capable of killing, she can't fight back against Anon, because she's so terrified of herself going too far, never noticing that she *is* going too far as Anon forces her to kill again to hide her - and his - secret.
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>It's not Fluttershy's fault. It's Anon's - he's forcing her to do this. Or her friends' - they should have stopped her earlier - the should have *protected her* before she was forced to stain her hooves with blood. But... it's not too late for her, is it? She's still innocent, right...? Right?
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Anon
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>>"Sweetie are you sure about this, I know you have been training hard with Twilight but your magic is still..."
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>She stops seeing the tears on her sisters face.
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>"Oh nonono, I trust you dear"
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>Wiping her sister's tears she fakes a smile.
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>"Look I know you can do it"
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>Sweeties horn glows as she concentrates on the spell.
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"Don't worry sis, I know I have this wing spell working"
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>"Wait Wing sp..."
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FWOSH.
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>Rarites eyes open after the magical dust faded.
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>"Sweetie dear why are you looking at me like that"
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>The scream shock the Boutique, knocking the mannequins and fabric to the tiled floor.
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>"Oh nonononono SWEETIEBELLE, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE"
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>She stomps her hoof, nearly falling down to the now cloven foot of hers.
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"Sis look I am sure that Twi..."
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>She reaches for the door as Rarity stops her,
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>"No you simply can't tell her, you can't" She begs.
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>"If any of my friends saw me like this I would die, I would just die"
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>Running to her desk she grabs some paper and attempts to pick up her pen.
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"Rarity do you need help"
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>Sweetie grabs the pen that Rarity strains to pick up.
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"I don't think cows have magic"
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>Sighing Rarity picks the pen up with her mouth and rights a note saying she is going off to Los-Pagasus, for the Drag-Mare contest.
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>"Sweetie you need to run this place for a while" She cries."I... I have to leave until you can find a cure"
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>The unforgiving cave floor allows very little sleep for the pampered Bovine. Her dreams, the few she has, mock her.
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>"No it's not fair" She looks down at a puddle at the cow she was now. "How could such a beauty turn to such a beast."
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"You still look sexy to me" A voice comes from behind her.
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>"Wha--- Who is there, I am warning you I have a um... I have a rock."
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"Hey don't throw a rock" Anon comes out from the cave, a basket full of mushrooms on his back.
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>He looks over the cow and smiles, nearly laughing.
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"R-rarity is that you"
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>"N-no of course not" she averts her gave, not letting him see her face.
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>"I am a country bumpkin cow. I have no idea who this glamorous Rarity is that you speak of."
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>Anon can't help but laugh now.
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"Oh of course you aren't Rarity, what could I be thinking those tacky cowbell and ribbons."
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>"Tacky, TACKY. I will have you know that these bells are all the rage in Manehattan and the ribbon was shipped all the way from Fillidelpia" she covers her mouth giving herself away.
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"Oh how would a country bumpkin know that" I bop her on her nose.
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"You are still very cute. You will make a prize pet" I smile stroking her ear.
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>"What, I am no pet" She whines but makes no attempt to stop your petting.
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>after a couple days in the wet cave alone any attention was welcome.
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"Oh of course, how could you ever turn down this palace for a little townhouse of mine" I stop petting and begin to walk away.
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>"A-anon before you leave" She tries not to sound to desperate.
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>"I need a favor.... You see I have a problem" She blushes deep red. "I have a cow problem."
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>Anon comes out from the cave,
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>She whines but makes no attempt to stop your petting.
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>I bop her on her nose.
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It doesn't matter which person you decide to use, but pick one and stick to it.
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I shake my head. "No, I don't think I will" I tease.
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"Besides I have to get home. I can bring apple over"
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>"No please, don't tell her" She begs.
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"Well are you sure, those udders do seem pretty swollen" I tease.
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"But I would never milk a cow that wasn't mine"
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>I turn hearing her beg.
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>"Anon please I will do anything" She cries.
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>"They are so sore and hurt"
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"Well like I said, I would only milk my pets, and you are too proud of that" I kiss her check.
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"Maybe Twilight will have a cure soon"
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>"Well, um she isn't" She blushes
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>"She doesn't know. Sweetie is"
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"Oh, Well I am sure she will have a solution soon." I tease.
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"I mean she is a master of magic"
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>"Um... yeah" She blushes hard.
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"Well I guess I will be seeing you,"
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>"i will be your pet" She whispers.
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>I walk away waiting to hear her.
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>"I will be your pet" She says a little louder.
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>I continue, waiting for her to beg.
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>"Please anon, please make me your pet, please milk me"
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"Oh I don't know if I can afford a little cow" I smile.
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>Turning I touch her udder and feel how full she is.
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"I guess you can be my pet" I smile wondering if she knows what I have in store for her.
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>The trip to your home doesn't take to long, I unlock the door leading Rarity inside her new home.
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>"Oh anon it's so cozy" she lays down on the couch.
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>"Oh is this imported?" She stretches out and smiles.
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"NO" you squirt her in the face forcing her down.
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"You are my pet, and no pets on the furniture"
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>"Wha---" She gasps confused as the order.
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>"Anon we were kidding correct, I will just be your, oh how do those webbos say, Waifu?"
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"Oh god, no" You laugh at the suggestion. "Oh I do like you Raricow, but no you are not my Waifu"
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>"N-no My name is Rarity"
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>I squirt her again "No you are raricow, and you are my pet."
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>"I- I refuse" She stomps to the door and touches the knob, getting a shock.
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"Did you like. I wanted to get a security system that would only open to my touch." I give her ass a sharp slap.
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"You begged to by my pet, I am not simply going to let you go now"
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>I go to the fridge and grab a box of Cheerios and fill up a bowl.
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>"Anon please let me go" she attempts to grab the door again, feeling the shock.
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"No, at least not yet. Show me how good a pet you are tomorrow" I serve her the cereal, and begin to rub her udders.
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"Do you still want me to milk you" I gently Caresse her milk filled cow tits.
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>Her moan answers everything, I place a bucket under her and begin to milk her.
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"Someone enjoys this" I squeeze her udder.
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"Is someone a naughty lady" I pinch listing to her to her attempt to cover her moans.
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>"N-no anon. A lady simply does not orgasm to someone who is not her hu-ahhh-usband"
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"Oh is that so dear, then I guess I can go a little faster then"
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>She screams, my pace nearly causing her cum.
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>"Anon please, that is to much"
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"Dear I thought ladies don't cum" I rub a finger against her clit causing her to go over the limit.
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>"N-nooooooo" She moans and then mooo's cumming and squirting on your finger.
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"I guess you are no lady then" I rub my girl juice soaked finger on her nose making her smell her own sex.
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"Nothing more then a sex slut now" I finish milking her and get up.
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>"Anon, please don't tell anyone"
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"Now why would I tell anyone what happens with my pet... You are my pet right" I look her in her eyes.
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>She looks down ashamed. "Y-yes anon, I am your pet"
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>I smile and head to bed. "Come my pet is allowed to sleep at the foot of my bed."
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>She awoke at the foot of anon's bed, a slave?
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>The thought lingered as she looked at herself
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>"Oh Rarity, why are you doing this"
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>Why indeed, she got up and paced.
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>His door could not be that strong and she knew she could kick it down.
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>She wasn't a slave, well not one that couldn't escape.
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>But she then thought why didn't she escape then.
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>Anon never held her down, never forced her to be milked, and though it killed her she sort of enjoyed it.
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>Anon didn't even force himself, only teasing.
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"Are you ok" I ask waking up to her pacing.
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>She nods not sure what to say.
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"This once" I break down, realizing how this must be.
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"This once you can lay down under the blankets, lay down like the goddess you are"
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>You start to get up and she shakes her head.
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>"I can lay with my master tonight, but we need to talk about us in the morning"
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>She curls up and lays down beside me.
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Anon
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>You reach over and land your flat hand on Rainbow Dash's useless face
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>*SMACK*
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>Rarity gasped.
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>Oh... shit.
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>Rainbow Dash appeared shocked if only for a moment.
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>You fucking fucked up.
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>She then took a long drag off the blunt in her hoof and held her breath.
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>Pack your bags Anon because you're going to the moon.
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>She looked at you, expression perfectly nonplussed, moving only her eyes as they shifted between each of your own.
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>She finally let out an easy breath, smoke pouring out as she broke the silence.
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>"That's pretty good Anon but not great... Fluttershy has done better. You're going to have to degrade me harder if you expect to stiffen these wings."
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>what.
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>She turned to Rarity to pass the joint without waiting for a response.
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>"Wow Rares, this stuff is awesome. What's it again?"
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>"Thank you dear. This is dark Saddle Arabian sativa, only the fi-"
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"Why do you have to be such a huge cunt?"
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>"I don't know, why do you have to be such a giant pussy?"
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"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
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>"Ahem. Anon, sweetheart, what she means is that- oh how do I put this... she means you don't have any balls darling."
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>"But I'm sure if you asked nicely, Fluttershy would let you borrow a pair of Discord's."
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>Rarity giggled, "Oh Rainbow Dash please! Hasn't the poor colt had enough?"
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>"No but seriously have you even gotten laid since you've been here?"
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"That's none of your damn business!"
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>"Well, has he?"
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>"Not that I've heard about. And I would."
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>"Yeah, exactly. You've got mares all over Equestria falling over themselves to get some and you haven't gotten any? What's the deal?"
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"Well... m-maybe I'm not interested in fucking ponies!"
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>Rainbow and Rarity look at each other before bursting into laughter.
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"What's so fucking funny?"
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>Rarity regains her composure first.
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>"I know you're more comfortable in your regular attire, but it hardly hides as much as you seem to think it does."
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>Just as Dash is settling back down, she erupts into another giggle fit.
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>Anger and embrassment percolate in your gut.
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>You just want to- fucking- I don't know- fuck!
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>Which gives you an idea.
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>A terrible, awful, evil idea.
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>If she's gonna ask for it, then I'll give it to her
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Anon
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Uncle Anon, obviously. He's very careful to keep the lewd hidden around the impressionable young one.
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>"What's behind that door, uncle Anon?"
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"Oh, uh... just some of my old toys, little one."
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>"Toys? Can I play with them?"
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"I don't think they're quite the type of toys you'd enjoy."
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>"Sometimes I see Miss Octavia go in there with trays of food."
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"Do you indeed? Well I can promise you there's nothing you'd find interesting to play with in there."
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...
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>"Uncle Anon, why do my coltfriends keep dying?"
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"Because, little one, everybody knows dating before you're at least twenty five years old causes a terminal case of guillotineitis."
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>"So you're saying I should look for older boys?"
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"Uh... no, what I'm saying is that it's probably best if you avoid dating at all until you're about thirty... Maybe forty."
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>"But you're not forty and you and aunty moon are always fu-"
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>You clamp your hand over the filly's mouth and laugh nervously.
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"Ha ha! Uh, who wants ice cream for dinner?"
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...
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"I know you're excited to go to prom, Melancholy, but remember what I told you."
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>The now young adult mare sighs.
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>"Yes, uncle Anon, I know. No kissing boys."
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"Or else..."
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>"Ugh... Or else you'll cut their head off and rape the stump."
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>You smile and nod.
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"Good girl, now hurry up or you'll be late."
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...
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>"The maids tell stories about you, uncle Anon. When they think nopony's around, but I hear them."
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>You glance down at the filly in you lap.
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"The maids always gossip, after all having loose lips seems almost a prerequisite for the job. What do they say?"
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>Melancholy lets out a relaxed sigh as you run your fingers slowly through her mane.
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>"The call you a beast."
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>You remain silent for a few moments.
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"Do they? And tell we what you think. Do you think I'm a beast?"
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>She shakes her head softly.
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>"You're like a big teddy bear, just like aunty Moon says."
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>Her innocent naiveté frankly endearing.
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>You wonder how old she be before she figures out the kind of man you really are.
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Anon
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>Anon walks in.
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>'Alright Luna, you win, you're kinkier than me, I'm all out of ideas. Winter wrap up winter wrap up, there, I'm giving the safeword."
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>Anon starts to remove her gag.
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"M-master?"
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>"It's just Anon now, Luna, it's over."
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"slave has a question, ma-Anon..."
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>Anon pauses and looks at her, concern growing.
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>"What is it...?"
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>"What's a safeword?"
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>Anon pauses, his eyes growing wide as dinner plates.
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>He suddenly knows what it was he's been forgetting this past week.
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>He puts the bit back in and rubs the side of her muzzle.
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>"Shhhhh...it's our secret now."
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...
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>Celestia glares at you
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>"What happened to my sister, Anon?"
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"I, uh"
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>she lightens her mood, with a slight smile
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>"Its about time someone put her in her place, now I wont have to worry about any more Nightmare Moon shenanigans. Come, we'll have to talk about how to care for your new pet."
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>And thus Anon became the prince of Equestria.
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>They married and lived happily ever after.
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>The end.
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(>except for the rest of Equestria who fell one by one to Anon or stallions copying him)
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Anon
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>Equestrians arrive to human world
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>They don't know how to act inconspicuously so they kidnap a random Anon to teach them human culture and how to blend in
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>Anon feeds them misinformation and gradually turns his captors into his willing slaves
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>"It's called 'collar', you're supposed to wear it around the neck... no only girls do that... Yes, I'm 100% sure."
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Anon
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>anon goes fishing
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>ditz seahorse bites the bait
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By the laws of her people, you are now legally her husband.
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"S-Stupid fish, why won't you submit?"
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>"Ogre! Why have you not bent that overgrown simpleton to your will yet?"
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"I'm trying, your majesty, but she just keeps cuddling me and cooing."
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...
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"So, uh... our wedding night, huh? Boy... I honestly never pictured it like this."
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>You look around the damp sea cave, the only sounds you can hear being the constant lapping of the waves against the cold, seaweed covered rocks and the echoes of dripping emanating from further back in the foreboding darkness of the cavern.
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>You look at your bride as she lies almost hidden in the gloomy light, coiled around a large outcrop of bare stone that juts out from the water some distance away.
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"So... what now?"
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>She frowns for a moment, as if trying to recall some old story she'd heard as a child.
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>"I guess now I lay my eggs and then leave so you can fertilize them."
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>Well that seemed a little impersonal.
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"You're not going to... you know, 'help me' fertilize them?"
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>"What do you mean?"
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>You sigh.
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"Forget it, lets just get this over with."
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[spoiler]Anon end up eating all the eggs.[/spoiler]
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Anon
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>"Boy, Moonie, you sure have a thing for male chastity and orgasm denial, huh?"
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"D-Don't talk such nonsense, beast, and don't call me that!"
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>"I bet you're into edging and ruined orgasms too."
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"If you think I'm just going to sit here and listen to-"
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>"I bet you fantasize about tying stallions to your bed then covering their big, throbbing horse cocks in chilli pepper paste and watching them squirm"
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"No!"
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>"Yes."
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"N-No!"
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>"Hey, I'm not judging. Everybody has their own kinks, myself included."
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"You do? Such as?"
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>"I'm into intimate sex in the missionary position under the covers with lots of eye contact and kissing... with the lights off."
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"That's... not what I had imagined."
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>"No, but since everybody thinks of me as 'the beast in the basement' and expects me to chain mares to the wall and savagely rape them, I sort of feel obliged to live up to their expectations, which only lends credence to their misconceptions and adds more fuel to the rumour mill."
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"Okay?"
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>"God, I just want a genuine cuddle for once."
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...
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Anon resorts to hiring a prostitute pony to watch a movie and cuddle with him on the sofa.
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>"So, what's the deal? You gonna fuck me during the credits, champ? "
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"Shh... this is a good part."
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>"Do you, like... want me to suck you off while we watch or something?"
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"No, but if you could complain about your friends and nag me for not having put the shelf up in the back bedroom that'd be great."
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>"Is this some kind of fetish or something? Because I have to say that I've never come across it before."
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"Your pimp explicitly said there'd be no questions asked."
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>"Whatever, it's your money. I just expected the dreaded beast of the Empress to be a little more, I don't know... forceful."
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...
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"So how was your day?"
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>"You want to know about my day, seriously?"
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"Sure, honey-poo."
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>"Huh, okay. Well earlier I had a couple of stallions come by and spit roast me, then later some other guy wanted anal, which would usually be fine except that his dick was huge and it hurt like a bitch. Then this afternoon, this one guy wanted to take pictures while I sucked his-"
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"So pretty boring, eh? Yeah, me too."
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Anon
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>wake up
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>no idea where you are
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>last night is a blur
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>but you remember being with that special, horned, pony
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>the one you've had a crush on for so long
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>"Oh good - you're awake!"
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>it's your special pony
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>steps into the light in front of you
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>smirks at you, eyes making a point of looking at your crotch
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>before you even look down yourself, you realize that you're completely erect - and completely naked
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>you try to cover yourself, but you're restrained
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>you're standing, arms above your head - and there's a gag in your mouth
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>you struggle against the bonds, but...
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>"I wouldn't waste my energy, Anon. Besides - we like each other, right?"
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>heart pounds as pony saunters closer
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>"... And you're right where I want you. I've decided that I'm going to make you mine."
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>tone is completely serious, even with such a ludicrous statement
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>"... Which also means that I'm going to have to give myself to you; it's only fair. But first..."
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>pony gives the underside of your cock a slow lap, horn hovering mere inches from your skin
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>the sudden sexual contact makes you groan weakly, and your cock twitches in response
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>rises up on back hooves, front hooves against your chest, face to face
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>"... First, you're going to have to prove that you're willing to do the same for me as I'm willing to do for you..."
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>gets back on all fours - and pokes your erection with the horn
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>"See, if you're going to penetrate me..."
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>the tip of the horn presses against your glans, rubbing back and forth over the urethra
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>"... You're going to have to let me penetrate you; it's only fair... <3"
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>you try to protest, but the gag does its job very well
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>you shudder as the horn enters, just enough so that your cock can be bent down - making it point straight ahead
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>for easier penetration, you realize
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>unable to move or even protest, you can only groan and squirm as your special somepony forces more and more hard horn into your cock
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>you clench your fists as hard as you can, trying to brace yourself as the horn penetrates you deeper and deeper
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>it hurts, but...
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>you groan as your urethra is stretched more than you ever thought possible - and beyond
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>your special somepony's breath is excited, almost matching your own
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>"Don't worry, anon - w-we're already halfway there... <3"
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>h-half?!
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>looking down, you see your glans, stretched out around the horn
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>pony keeps on going, more and more horn coming inside of your cock
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>the sensation is... Strange
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>there's pain and discomfort, yes, but...
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>...
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>saying that you hated it would be a lie
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>is it because it's the pony you like?
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>or do you really enjoy this kind of thing..?
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>you keep thinking that the ever-thickening horn is going to make your cock burst, but...
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>the further it comes inside of you, the better it feels
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>your special pony stops for a moment, giggling tauntingly
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>"Oh, my... Seems you're enjoying yourself, anon! <3"
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>it takes a moment before you realize what's giving you away- err what the remark is about
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>looking down, you see the bottom part of the horn glisten
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>what little isn't already inside of you... >///>
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>"Seems your body is just like mine - getting hot and wet when it wants something inside... <3"
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>in response to the mocking remarks, you feel your cock throb around the horn
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>immediately followed by a burst of white-hot pleasure
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>unrelentingly, your special pony starts to force the horn further inside
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>... which triggers another burst of pleasure inside of you
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>it makes you throw your head back and forces a confused moan from your lips
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>you look back down just in time to see your glans envelop the last swirl of the horn...
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>... and just as your cock presses up against the pony's forehead, your mind goes blank with pleasure, just for a moment
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>you feel it
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>you're going to cum
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>something you're so familiar with, yet in a completely different way
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>you're completely clear-headed as your balls churn
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>your special pony giving that scornful giggle as your cock pulses around the horn
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>you can only look on as your cock pulses and strains
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>it takes several, throbbing, tries before it manages to force out the first gush of cum past the long, hard, obstruction inside of you
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>your body keeps trying to force more of it out, but only manages to get a little out every few pulses
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>even so, it's the longest orgasm you've ever had
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>by the end of it, as the spasms start to slow, you can feel all of the cum in your cock, trapped, around the horn
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>without as much as a word, your special pony starts to pull back
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>sending your trapped semen trickling down the horn and dripping onto the muzzle
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>as your urethra is freed from its invader, the post-orgasm feeling of relief is intensified
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>you're left standing there, panting, with your cock still hard, as your pony looks up at you
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>face wet with your sperm
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>the sight makes your cock rock-hard once more
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>"Oh, my... Looks like you enjoyed that more than I thought you would, anon! <3"
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Anon
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>Nightmare Moon stared out the window slitted irises watching each individual flake fall as the window fogged.
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The Ogre had left on patrol and an idle whim had led you to grace your traitorous sister with your presence her weak and quivering form filling your mouth with the taste of disgust.
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She did not speak as was proper. Perhaps the Beast had been a good influence on her. Still it was hard to calm your fury.
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As your eyes glazed over her bound form, it brought a sense of ease to your heart, no tricks, magic or flight was available to her and any physical attack would be the height of foalish behavior. Still it would be unfitting to lower One's guard so easily.
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Sighing contently, your eyes return to the window smiling as you hear Sister dear's hooves shuffle nervously.
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How easily she'd crumbled in her imprisonment. Oh she'd put up a fight yes but nothing like what We had pon our time in the moon.
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The thought drew Nightmare back as her eyes settle on her moon.
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"You know dear Sister...."
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Celestia's form stood stock still rigid at her voice.
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"You cannot imagine the first centuries of our unjust imprisonment..." Luna looked leisurely upon her. Her calm exterior a facade for the smoldering heat stoked as the memories came to her.
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Celestia refused to look up visibly shaking, her coat once a lustrous sheen now a yellowed white from the grime of her imprisonment.
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"Come now sister, We do insist you look at your Empress when We address you. We want your absolute attention." Nightmare spoke with a quiet voice, almost consoling if not for the predatorial lilt. The frost slowly creeping down from the window and across the stones betraying Nightmare Moon's calm facade.
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Celestia stiffly looked up eyes wide with fear. "Y-yes Empresses. I'm sor-rry"
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Nightmare's eyes hovered on Celestia before continuing.
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"Our rightful place usurped, We were imprisoned, alone for generations, but this was not
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>Nightmare Moon stared out the window slitted irises watching each individual flake fall as the window fogged.
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>The Ogre had left on patrol and an idle whim had led you to grace your traitorous sister with your presence her weak and quivering form filling your mouth with the taste of disgust.
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>She did not speak as was proper. Perhaps the Beast had been a good influence on her. Still it was hard to calm your fury.
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>As your eyes glazed over her bound form, it brought a sense of ease to your heart, no tricks, magic or flight was available to her and any physical attack would be the height of foalish behavior. Still it would be unfitting to lower One's guard so easily.
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>Sighing contently, your eyes return to the window smiling as you hear Sister dear's hooves shuffle nervously.
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>How easily she'd crumbled in her imprisonment. Oh she'd put up a fight yes but nothing like what We had pon our time in the moon.
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>The thought drew Nightmare back as her eyes settle on her moon.
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>"You know dear Sister...."
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>Celestia's form stood stock still rigid at her voice.
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>"You cannot imagine the first centuries of our unjust imprisonment..." Luna looked leisurely upon her. Her calm exterior a facade for the smoldering heat stoked as the memories came to her.
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>Celestia refused to look up visibly shaking, her coat once a lustrous sheen now a yellowed white from the grime of her imprisonment.
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>"Come now sister, We do insist you look at your Empress when We address you. We want your absolute attention." Nightmare spoke with a quiet voice, almost consoling if not for the predatorial lilt. The frost slowly creeping down from the window and across the stones betraying Nightmare Moon's calm facade.
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>Celestia stiffly looked up eyes wide with fear. "Y-yes Empresses. I'm sor-rry"
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>Nightmare's eyes hovered on Celestia before continuing.
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>"Our rightful place usurped, We were imprisoned, alone for generations, but this was not what drove Us with such fury...."
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>Celestia's breathing grew more shallow her body shaking, as the warmth of the room was leeched and the frost continued its slow march along the flagstones.
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>"What drove Us was that every morning we could feel your touch...That you would dare touch our beautiful Moon and move it across the heavens. Each morning having to see your aura spread across Our Moon, no escape from your detestable touch."
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>The flagstones have developed a sheen slick with the thickening layer of frost, the chill in the air to match that of Nightmare's voice.
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>Celestia's shivering breath coming out in a fog.
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>"There was no greater humiliation, than being reminded of our unjust defeat by your traitorous hooves."
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>"Was it so hard to accept Our anguish that you dishonorably used the Elements in our duel?"
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>"T-that was no due-"
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>"SILENCE."
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>Nightmare's voice cracked the ice that had formed on the floor, shards of frozen water making small leaps. The smoldering heat of her anger now a cold flame that threatened to encase the room in ice.
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>"You betrayed Us sister mine. That you continue to believe your own lies is nothing but the greatest insult to your Empress. Perhaps the Ogre has not done as sufficient a job as we had thought. We will see that he redoubles his efforts."
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>A dark aura wrapped around Celestia gathering in strength, as it obscured her panicking form from view, before blinking out of existence, nothing but the smell of ozone and the content satisfaction that she was back where she belonged remained.
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Anon
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>"Octavia is on maternity leave? Then I, Sparking Floors will be the new leader of the maid brigade!! all hail Sparkilng!! "
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"Sparkling, I´m standing right behind you"
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> With a shriek like a little filly caught putting on Papa´s padded leopard print banana hammock the treacherous mop pusher takes running down the service corridor, toppling shelves full of degreasers and the little baggies of patchouli and sandalwood you need to sanitize and deodorize the floors on the beast's toy aisle.
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>If the years you've spent cleaning up santorum and grool from hardwood flooring have taught you something is that no floor wax is smell proof enough for what the ogre does to a mare, let alone up to 7 at a time. those baggies are indispensable.
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"DAMN IT SPARKLING YOU HAVE FAILED ME FOR THE LAST TIME! AGAIN!!"
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Anon
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Replacing Octavia might be the only chance for career growth they might ever get, and they should be killing each other just for the chance to finally get a raise and their own bed.
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Hell, it could even be a real contest.
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>"As you all know, the Empress has decided to reward Miss Octavia's faithful service and gifted her with a foal. Which means that there is an open spot at the position for a head maid and the beast's personal servant. All who wish to apply, are to apply to his chambers tomorrow at 6:00AM. You will all be tested, and at the end of the month one of you will be selected as the new first maid."
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Imagine a Survivor-like reality show, except instead of trying to survive on a deserted island, it's about surviving inside the castle.
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>"You will be split to two teams of six. Each team will have their own shared bedroom... each team will be assigned a wight of the castle to take care of and... Yes, there are fourteen of you... in that case, you're out of the game and will spend the rest of the month in the raping stocks... Well? What are you all waiting for? Form the teams and get to work!"
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We could start with lots of different characters, and then quickly and easily get rid of the unpopular ones as the story goes on.
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>Chances are, you're going to have 16 dead ponies on your hands in a matter of hours.
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Now that just sounds hilarious. I'm just imaging Anon forcing Octavia to watch the whole thing while basically being the announcers to a more morbid version of MXC.
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>"It looks like we have Feathery Touch up next, master. She'll be cleaning the art gallery."
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"She'd better hope that name's accurate. How's she been doing so far?"
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>"She hasn't had sleep in over 30 hours. She's worked at the castle since the day the Empress took control, master. Apparently she collected various species of...crabs, before?"
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"I'm afraid to ask what kind. Ooohh, she knocked over the crystal vase!"
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>"And it...shattered, too."
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"Apparently she's going to be getting plenty of sleep in a moment! You'd better go tell Nightmare Moon what happened."
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Now I'm imagining Anon siting in a big recliner chair, in front of a wall with fifty screens, with a glass of vine in his hand. Watching a feed from his house as dozen pony maids frantically clean each room. He's just sitting there, sipping his vine, ogling pony asses... "Hmm looks like Sparkling Floors is almost done in the kitchen." He presses a button. "I wonder what would she do if one of the legs on that antique chair just fell off."
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Anon
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>Twilight desperately tries to prove her sentience
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>Scratches letters into the floor of her stall, crudely tries to mimic her captor's speech, displays higher problem-solving and emotional behavior
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>But her owner always laughs it off
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>Dismiss it as 'that silly pony'
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>"Oh, she's scraping at the floor again. Better change her hay!"
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>"Yeah, she's really smart, isn't she? Going to have to padlock the stall to keep her in."
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>"No, you don't belong in my house. Stop trying to eat my pens!"
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>And then one night, after everyone else has left
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>He reveals that he absolutely knows for certain just how intelligent she is
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>He just doesn't care
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>She's never going to be allowed to show anyone else anything of it
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>Just be a show-pony, a thing for display, for the rest of her life
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>And there's nothing she can do about it.
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...
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>Twilight had actually started having feelings for her 'Master' against her better judgement and despite her continuous frustration with him not noticing or dismissing her attempts at communicating with him.
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>He reveals he always new and how he doesn't care.
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If you look closely you can actually pinpoint the exact moment her heart breaks in two.
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...
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>Twilight desperately tries to prove her sentience
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>Scratches letters into the floor of her stall, crudely tries to mimic her captor's speech, displays higher problem-solving and emotional behavior
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>But her owner always laughs it off
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>Dismiss it as 'that silly pony'
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>"Oh, she's scraping at the floor again. Better change her hay!"
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>"Yeah, she's really smart, isn't she? Going to have to padlock the stall to keep her in."
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>"No, you don't belong in my house. Stop trying to eat my pens!"
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>And then one night, after everyone else has left
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>He reveals that he absolutely knows for certain just how intelligent she is
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>He just won't let her leave because he loves her
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>She's never going to be allowed to show anyone else anything of it
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>Just be a pet-pony, a thing for sex and cuddles, for the rest of her life
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>And there's nothing she can do about it.
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Anon
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You will never dress twilight in proper riding gear
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You never know why she acts all nervous whenever you want to go for a ride
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You will never know that saddles, blinders and other riding gear are what gimp suits are for humans
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You will never have her compete on a olympic Level
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>be anon, former professional dressage-rider, owner of a nice big farm and now appearantly also a horse that acts weird, is somewhat small and purple. You have had bigger challenges but this one sure is unique.
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"If i find the asshole that dyes the fur and mane of a horse, he will get auch a beating..." you quitely mumble to yourself while slowly walking around said new purple horse
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>at least she looks well fed. And apart from the weird colour, the fur looks good too. In fact it might be the best you have ever seen
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>when you found her in the barn yesterday she seemed all worked up, but at least now she appears to be calm, apart from the neverending scratching in the ground with her hoofes.
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"And who the hell takes care of a horse like you and then just places you in my barn? Everyone that knows about my old profession also knows i quit..."
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>be twilight sparkle, Princess of magic and now stranded without it in a place you dont know. You are scared but not as much as you were yesterday. This lifeform in front of you is mumbling in some language to itself. AS if it wasnt hard enough to figure out the linguistics of it were to speak loud and clear.
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"HELLO, MY NAME IS TWILIGHT SPARKLE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
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>be anon
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>you watched her through the half open door and she seemed fine but as soon as you got close to make yourself a better picture of the condition she starts whinniing.
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"Something must have spooked her good" you sigh. "Well, got to Start at some point. How about we go for a walk hmm? You cant just stay in my barn forever anyway... Just stay here while i fetch a bridle, you got to be used to at least that."
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>be TS
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>no he definitvly did not understand a single word you just said and neither did you understand him. "Now thats just great" no magic, no horn, no wings and you cant communicate with the natives, can this get any wo-
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"No, no, no, no! I dont know what place i have landed in but im not into that Kind of stuff! I AM NOT THAT KIND OF MARE!"
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>after the bipedal "thing" left you alone for a moment, he now got back with what looked like one of the more lewd costume designs of rarity.
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"Cant we talk about this? You dont want to do this! What kind of Start would we get of to?"
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>be anon
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>you have never Seen a horse with auch drastic mood swings... Turns out she is not used to riding gear, let alone a bridle, let alone just LOOKING at it. This will take some time.
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"Come on girl, i wont hurt you. Or dye your fur. Or make glue out of you..."
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>you shouldnt have said that last bit although it would rid you of a whole lot of work, you were sure of. You slowly walked up to her, hands up, showing you didnt mean her any harm, yet...
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Lets not corner her or it will und badly
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Anon
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>Rarity and anon develop a loving relationship
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>She locks him in a chastity cage
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>Keeps anon locked up in her boutique on a collar and leash
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>She starts to invite colts over to try out fucking her new pet
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>Younger colts with smaller members to train anon
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>Slowly she starts inviting stallions
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>Continues until she forces anon to take shining and big mac spitroasting him
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>Anon gets filled with thick cum every night
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>Rarity "loses" the key to his chastity cage
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>She occasionally forces him to bring her to orgasm orally
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>Daily whippings and stallion training become part of pet anon's daily life
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Anon
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>You're Anonymous, just another ordinary human being.
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>And you're just finally getting home from another boring day at your dead end job.
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>How did things end up this way?
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>You used to have dreams, ambitions.
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>People had always looked up to you, and now you just let them walk all over you.
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>What you wouldn't give for a chance to just...start over.
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*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
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>You take a deep sigh and take your cheap TV dinner out of the microwave.
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>There's nothing good on as you're trying to eat so you just end up surfing the channels.
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>After you finish your meal you throw away your trash and head to your room.
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>Laying your head down on your pillow you close your eyes and try to fall asleep...
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>But yet again sleep is a fickle mistress.
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>As you open your eyes once more you see a blinding light and hear a ringing in your ears.
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"What the hell is going on?!"
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>You try to move but realize that you're stuck in place, somehow standing again?
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>Eventually you calm yourself down and just wait.
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>It takes a while for your eyes to readjust, and there's still a slight buzz in your ears.
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>You take a look at your surroundings, utterly confused at all of the technicolor horses walking around.
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>Oh and that one has a glowing horn pointed at you.
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"Well, it looks like we aren't in Kansas anymore."
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>It takes a while for your eyes to readjust, and there's still a slight buzz in your ears.
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>You take a look at your surroundings, utterly confused at all of the technicolor horses walking around.
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>At the moment it seems like they don't notice you.
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>You look up and see a bunch a tall buildings, reminding you a bit of New York.
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>Taking a step forward you breathe in the air...definitely like New York.
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>But seriously, what the hell just happened?
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>Looking down at yourself, you notice that you're still in what you had worn to bed.
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>...Fuck
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>You're standing on the side of the street in just your boxers and a pair of socks, but you notice something at your feet, is that..?
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>You bend over and grab your cell phone, and surprisingly enough it doesn't get reception here.
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>Alright, first things first, you really need to find some clothes, before someone notices you.
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>Taking a closer look at some of the buildings you notice an apartment complex, and a poster on the wall.
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>Apparently one of these ponies live in the apartment on the second floor, and she'll "design any clothes needed".
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>Its worth a shot at least.
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>As you head inside and start heading upstairs to the second floor, your phone rings.
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>You jump, not expecting to hear marimba.
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>Cautiously, you accept the call and slowly bring it to your ear.
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"Hello, who is this and what the hell is going on?"
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>All you hear is a bunch of laughing, this guy must be a dick.
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"I'm waiting you ass.."
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>"Oh fine, My name is Discord, and you are going to be my next little project."
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>What is he talking about?
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>"Basically I brought you out of your world and into mine, what you do here is entirely up to you. I'll be watching you, so do try to keep me entertained."
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>You hear a meek voice, but you can't make out what she's saying.
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>"I would love to stay and chat but I'm late to my friend's tea party. Toodles~"
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>You hear him hang up and you're just standing there dumbfounded.
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>Seriously?
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>Taking another deep breath you put that information away for now, once you get dressed you'll figure something out.
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>You finish walking up the steps and knock on the door.
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>"O-oh! I'll be right there!" You hear the designer shout out to you.
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>The door flies open and you look down at her, as she looks up at you.
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>She's got cream fur, and her hair is a mixture of blues.
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>She's actually kind of cute.
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>And she's staring up at you with complete adoration.
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>The pony quickly bows her head, obviously thinking you're important.
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>"W-welcome to my apartment, sir. What brings you all the way to Equestria?"
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>So that's what this place is called.
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>Your lips slightly curl up into a smirk.
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>This is more like it.
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"I am in need of some clothing, and possibly somewhere to stay."
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>She looks surprised and a bit excited, having a hard time concealing it as she looks up into your eyes.
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>"I-I'll gladly make whatever you wish, for free of course. And if you need somewhere to stay..."
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>"I would be absolutely honored if you were to stay with me."
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>Well this is a pleasant surprise, you took care of two birds with one stone.
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>"B-by the way sir...what exactly are you, if I may ask?"
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>Might as well tell her the truth.
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>Or maybe the stretched truth.
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>After all, as far as you know you're the only human in this 'Equestria'.
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"My name is Anonymous, king of the humans. And who are you, little one?"
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>You reach out and start petting her mane.
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>She blushes a deep shade of red, beautifully contrasting her skin.
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>"M-my name is Coco Pommel, your highness. What would you like for me to make for you?"
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>You think for a while, placing your chin between your index and thumb.
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>After a while you settle on a design and explain it carefully to Coco, who is taking notes as you describe it.
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>You figured you would go with a typical black suit, of course with a white dress shirt and a red necktie.
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>She quickly sets off to start her work, after offering you a cup of hot chocolate, which you gratefully accept.
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>Now the only thing to do is figure out what you want to do while you wait for your clothes.
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>Well you should probably find out more about where exactly you are.
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>The only problem is to ask without drawing too much suspicion.
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>Mulling it over with a sip of cocoa, you walk up beside her and sit on the counter.
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"So, Miss Pommel, why don't you tell me a bit about your home?"
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>She's still smiling, just happy to be in contact with royalty.
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>Lucky for you she gives you a pretty well described rundown of Equestria.
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>For instance, there are 3 normal races of ponies, earth, unicorn, and pegasi, as well as the four princesses who are...alicorns?
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>You let out a slight chuckle when you found out that this city was called Manehatten, because puns can be funny sometimes.
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>Apparently there are these 6 special ponies that everyone knows about, the 'Elements of Harmony'.
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>You were kind of losing interest at that point, so you don't know exactly what all the fuss is about.
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>Maybe they're like a band or something?
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>In any case, your stomach starts growling a bit.
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"Sorry to interrupt, but I had quite a long journey..do you have anything to eat?"
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>Taking a break from her work she heads into the kitchen and starts looking around at what she has.
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>She looks happily surprised and she quickly makes dinner for the two of you.
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>You thank her and dig in, not realizing how hungry you actually were.
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>Honestly, its actually really good...whatever it is.
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>Even if it doesn't have any meat involved.
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>That might take some getting used to, but it certainly isn't the worst change you've been through.
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>Nothing can be worse than puberty.
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>She collects the dirty dishes and quickly does them, then turns to face you.
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>"S-so, your highness, where would you like to sleep tonight?"
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>You realize that the choice is up to you, and she's been really nice since you've been here.
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>Smiling at her, you stare into her eyes.
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"I'll just sleep on the couch."
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>"I couldn't let you do that! Please...take my bed, sir?"
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"Fine, but only if you'll join me."
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>Her entire face takes on a deep shade of red and she starts stammering.
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>You inhale and swear you can almost smell Italian food.
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>"W-well I'm n-not sure I c-can do that s-sir."
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>"I m-mean I'd l-like to, but it m-might not b-be entirely a-appropriate..."
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>"A-also you're a k-k-king, and I'm j-just-"
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>You interrupt the adorable pony with a quick and passionate kiss.
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>Her lips are so soft and warm, even when she's in shock.
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>You pull away with a smirk.
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"I think I'm going to head to bed a while, I hope you'll consider my offer."
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>You quickly turn around and walk away from her, not bothering to see her reaction.
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>Walking into her bedroom, you take it all in.
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>Her bed would certainly be large enough for the two of you.
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>The walls are painted the same lilac color as her butt tattoo thingy.
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>You look out her window, enjoying the view of the city lights at night before closing the curtains.
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>There's other odds and ends, like closets and drawers, but you just get in the bed awhile.
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>Pulling the covers over yourself, you take off your underwear.
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>You always liked sleeping in the buff anyway.
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>Trying to get comfortable you try a bunch of different positions.
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>Yeah, you can't sleep.
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>Still, today has been pretty good, considering everything.
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>You really hope this isn't just a dream.
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>Maybe she has something that you can read in here?
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>After you get out of the bed you start searching through her closets and drawers.
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>For the most part you only see clothing, which makes sense based of what she does.
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>Finally, opening a drawer next to her bed you find a couple of books.
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>There's something called a "Daring Do", featuring a pony that reminds you of Indiana Jones.
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>She also has some art of the dress book or something.
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>Sitting on the edge of the bed you decide to read the Indy rip off as you wait for sleep.
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>After you're halfway through the surprisingly interesting book, you feel yourself starting to get tired.
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>You open the drawer and put the book inside of it, but before you close it you notice that it was the wrong one.
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>This is her underwear drawer...you reach in and pull out a random pair.
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>Holding up the simple pair of white cotton panties, you can't help but start to get hard with some dirty thoughts.
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>And Coco chooses that exact moment to walk into the bedroom.
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>You swear, at this point her face is more often red than it's natural color.
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"You know, these are pretty cute."
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>"T-thanks..."
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>"W-would you mind...just putting them back?"
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>Nodding with a smile you place it back inside the drawer, but your hand feels something a bit harder.
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>Curiosity getting the better of you, you move the undies out of the way, and see an exquisitely designed lilac collar.
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"Oh, what's this?"
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>As soon as she sees what you're pulling out her head immediately looks to the ground in shame.
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>It has been a while since you've had a pet...
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>And surely a king such as yourself is entitled to whatever he might seek, right?
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>Totally.
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"I asked you a question, Coco."
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>"I...I d-don't like to talk about it..."
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>Well, yeah that's obvious.
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"And why not?"
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>"B-because...n-no one wants me..."
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>Oh...
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>You weren't expecting that response.
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>Keeping the collar in your hand you take a deep breath and move closer to her.
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>Looking into her eyes you see that they're pretty watery.
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>Slowly, you hold the collar out to her.
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"That's just because you hadn't met me yet."
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Anon
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What do you guys think the average day is like between Anon and NMM? We talk about what they do in bed a lot, but its more likely that their daily routine is a better signal of how they work together.
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>morning
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Anon patrols the city, NMM deals with managing her empire
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>afternoon
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Anon takes care of his pets, NMM holds audiences with herself
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>evening
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Anon and NMM either attend public events, or they dine together, and then spend some quality time together playing board games, reading books, or watching/listening to artists perform for them
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>night
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Anon retires to his chambers, has sex with one of his pets, and then goes to sleep.
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NMM spies on Anon, clops imagning she was the mare he's rutting, and then goes to sleep.
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...
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>Wake up.
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>Nightmare Moon is assured that she hasn’t destroyed their relationship by letting Anon become aware of the fact that she had bad dreams.
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>Anon uses Celestia to take care of his morning wood.
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>They have a quick once-over of their agenda for the day while they both get dressed.
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>Breakfast.
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>The Captain of the Guard reports to Nightmare and Anon.
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>Meeting with some ponies or ambassadors of note.
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>Nightmare castrates someone.
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>Anon heads out for a round of interrogations.
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>Third meeting with some being of “importance.”
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>Lunch.
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>Briefing with the spy team on how Midnight Melancholy's doing.
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>Fourth meeting.
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>Anon plays with pets and Nightmare heads down into the dungeons to check on the prisoner of the week’s progress.
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>Nightmare gets to play mom when Midnight comes home.
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>Anon intervenes on any internal staffing issues Octavia brings to his attention.
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>Potentially intervene on “bad influence” in Midnight Melancholy's life.
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>Meeting with generals on the progress of stamping out the rebellion.
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>Anon and Nightmare go over various reports from the day, Nightmare tells Anon an amusing anecdote of something that happened while he was playing, Anon laughs, regardless of whether or not it’s funny.
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>Dinner.
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>Nightmare checks up on her brood mares, Anon either has another round of playtime or interrogates more prisoners.
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>Nightmare handles any sensitive communique and matters that require her to handle privately.
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>If she’s going to surprise Anon with something or make him some cookies, now would be the time.
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>Anon joins Nightmare, they read various things in bed.
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>Nightmare rewards Anon for all his hard work by allowing him to pleasure her.
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>They get right back into reading various reports.
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>Nightmare falls asleep.
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>Several hours later, Anon joins her, once the words on the scrolls stop making sense.
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...
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>Wake Up.
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>Nightmare Moon makes sure she didn't ruin her relationship with Anon by letting him know about her nightmares.
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>Get dressed while talking about the day's agenda.
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>Breakfast
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>Receive the daily agenda briefing from Octavia, and give her any request for the day.
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>Receive briefing about from Chief Spymaster, and Captain of the Guard.
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>Meeting with Military Leadership
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>Coffee Break
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>Meeting with Diplomatic Leadership and council.
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>Briefing with Spy team about Midnight Melancholy.
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>Lunch
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>Nightmare Moon checks on prisoners, Anon checks on pets.
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>Nightmare Moon greets Melancholy when she comes home, Anon free time.
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>Nightmare Moon and Anon speak with any visiting diplomats or guest.
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>Nightmare Moon holds public petitions, Anon meets again with military advisors.
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>Dinner
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>Nightmare Moon checks on Broodmares, Anon free time.
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>Nightmare Moon handles sensitive stuff, Anon evening free time.
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>Nightmare Moon and Anon with either Octavia or Melancholy.
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>If Nightmare Moon is going to do something special, now is the time, otherwise, they read evening reports.
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>Evening briefing from Octavia if the chose to meeting with Melancholy earlier.
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>Possible sexy time.
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>Nightmare Moon adjust stars, goes to sleep.
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>Anon reads until he can't read anymore, then sleeps.
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Anon
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>Luna states that she does not deserve these rewards
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>Anon tells her to cut it out, the roleplaying is over.
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>The gears start turning in Luna's head, she realizes it was all fake.
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>She goes through a multitude of emotions, but the emotion that overshadows the rest of them is pure anger.
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>Spousal abuse happens off-screen
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>Cut to a later scene
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“Feed me amother grape“
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>With her authority as a princess, Luna has ruled that Anon must be her slave while she goes about her royal duties.
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>“Is this really necessary, you broke my fucking leg this morning.“
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“Stop with the whining, I could heal it in a second and your pain is nothing compared to mine“
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>Anon admits he was wrong and Luna forgives him
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>Blushingly Luna admits that she liked parts of the BDSM thing.
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Anon
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"Twilight, we've been over this. I don't *want* a marefriend."
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>She just narrows her eyes a little more and smiles.
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>"A stallionfriend then? There's nothing wrong with that, you know."
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>You'd facepalm if this entire topic wasn't far beyond worn out by this point.
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"I just don't want anyone- anypony, Twi. That's all."
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>"Anon."
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>She shakes her head.
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>"You know I can't accept that. Everypony belongs with somepony."
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>You narrow your eyes to match her's.
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"Not me. And you really shouldn't end those words with 'pony' when you're including me. I'm not a pony, Twilight. You should be able to tell."
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>Twilight seems to think for a second.
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>"Yeah...I guess you're not, huh?"
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********
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>"Anon! Good news!"
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>She comes barreling through your bedroom door.
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>Her tone of voice is somehow as detached as it is cheerful.
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>Meddling weirdo or not, she set you up with a lot of things here.
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>A house. A job. A tailor who doesn't mind working with non-pony types.
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>And of course, that little phone she built that can somehow call the human world.
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>Well, your human world. They have another one here, somehow, but it's not the one you came from.
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>Everyone there is all...multicolored and proportioned funny.
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>Hell, when you fell outta the sky into Twi's house, she thought you were a human from that world - but with some kind of deformity.
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>Not a great first impression for either of you.
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>But, still, you owe the weirdo a lot.
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>Despite how standoffish yesterday got with her damn attempts to set you up...you can still share some nice moments with her.
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"Oh? What happened?"
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>"I've been thinking about what happened yesterday, and I wanted to apologize."
-
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>That lifts your spirits.
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"Yeah, you got a little pushy..."
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>She cuts you off.
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>"See, I realized - the reason your libido is so low is because, since you're the only one of your species around, we're not showing interest in you the right way."
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"I. Um, what, Twi?"
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>She giggles and smiles one of those dumb horse smiles of hers.
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>"You know, every species has its own courtship rituals. Its own way of signaling a desire to mate, and what times of the year and stuff."
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>Well, it's not like she's wrong, but...
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"Twi, that's not really what the-"
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>"So I built another one of those phones to your world, and called a few of you."
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>She what.
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"You what?"
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>"Pushed numbers at random until I called a human male willing to talk about the sex stuff you guys do, and how it works and all that."
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"Oh my god, Twi, who the hell did you bother with this crap?"
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>She looks confused.
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>"'Who the'-"
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>And then she doesn't.
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>"Oh! Right! Hell is what you guys have instead of Tartarus! I forgot for a second cause I'm so excited. Anyway, the human said his name was 'Neckbeard'. I think he might know you since he said you 'should know what that means'."
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>She did little air quotes with her front hooves there.
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>oh yeah, you know what that means
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>some dateless loser on the internet - one who apparently wanted you and Twi to KNOW he was a dateless loser on the internet - set up Twi for some crazy bullshit you're gonna have to talk her out of.
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>You almost don't wanna ask.
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>But you're not gonna slam the door in the face of your dumbass friend, dumbass though she may be.
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>So you dryly choke the words out.
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"And what did he say?"
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>"This might get a little obscene-"
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>She steps forward, closing the door behind her.
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>"-we don't need anypony- oh, I'm sorry! - anyBODY hearing this stuff."
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>You'd remind her you're both already in a private residence with no one inside but the two of you - but she's done this before.
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>Little nerd is just that shy apparently.
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"Anyway, Neckbeard told me all about the sex games you humans play."
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>The what.
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"The what?"
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>"Oh, he said there were other names for them. Like 'porn games' and 'hentai games'."
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>Oh sweet god.
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>You can practically smell the tentacles in the air.
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>"And he talked about of lot of other things too, once I told him about how you were acting. Like how the females always take charge with your kind of human, and you guys don't really have-"
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>She makes those air quotes again.
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>"-'consent'."
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>Your eyes widen, and you suddenly know what it's like to do a spit take without actually drinking anything.
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"Whoa whoa hold on, that's-"
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>She silences you with a wave.
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>"Yeah, he talked about how you guys' social rules said the males aren't even supposed to acknowledge sex stuff, so you'd deny it up and down."
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>oh that prick thought of everything, didn't he?
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>"He talked about a lot of other stuff too, like something called 'cucking', but I didn't really believe him there. He kept laughing. And what kind of species wants to be cheated on?"
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>You felt your fucking hair stand on end when that word came out.
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>But at least Twilight has enough sense to have not fallen for that.
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>Like this needs to be any more awkward.
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>"But anyway, I took care of everything."
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>...somehow...that's a terrifying sentence.
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>You steel yourself.
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"Twilight. What exactly does that mean you did?"
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>She blushes.
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>Put a hoof behind her head.
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>"Well, I mean, it was a little awkward, but-"
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>oh good god no
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>"I called a town meeting - most of the mares in town showed up - I guess a few were too busy to make it something so last-minute - and told them all what they need to do if they're interested in you."
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>you feel your face contort into some horrible, nightmarish expression
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>Purpleautism doesn't seem to pick up on your displeasure.
-
-
>"So I really was doing the wrong thing all along by telling you to find a marefriend, Anon. I'm sorry."
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>She...she actually looks apologetic...
-
>"I had no idea that with guys the females did all the finding. Well, 'finding'."
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>Those damn air quotes again.
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>This time they kinda make your stomach turn, and your dick scream in horror.
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>But Twilight just looks amused.
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>No, that smile is more than that.
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>Her eyes are closed in smugness.
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>She's *proud* of her turn of phrase.
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>"Aaaanyway, you can rest assured if there's any mare in Ponyville who's interested in you, she'll give you a 'gameover' before you even know what hit you!"
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>You actually take a step back.
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>This is horrifying.
-
>This is too surreal to possibly be happening.
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>Did she...
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>Did she seriously tell every mare in town they should just fucking *rape* you if they wanna?
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>Well, almost every mare.
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>Still.
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"Tw--Twilight, you can't seriously-"
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>She interrupts you again.
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>Fucking master of being polite in a social situation she is.
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>"Me? Oh, geez, Anon, I was hoping that wasn't coming."
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>She steps forward and puts a hoof on your hip.
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>"I'm just not interested in you like that. I'm sorry if that hurts, really."
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>...You have no fucking clue where to begin.
-
-
>So you kinda don't.
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>Instead you scramble for words for a bit.
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>That is to say, for what must be too long, because Twi interprets the silence as an awkward, 'unrequited love' thing.
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>"I...I'm sorry. I'll just let myself out."
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>She backs towards your front door.
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>...which hides a town-full of possible rapists who have the go-ahead to do as they want with you, just beyond it.
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>Jesus, is this what tumblrina feminists think Earth is like?
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>You take a tentative shuffle towards Twi.
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>But you still can't make words come out.
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>"Take all the time you need to get over me, Anon. I understand. I've been friendzoned too."
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>She opens that now-suddenly-intimidating door.
-
>"But hey, there's good news, right? Every pony in Ponyville knows the proper way to approach you now! So when you do get over me and join us all out here again, you've got a real human experience waiting for you!"
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>No no no.
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>no no no no no no no no
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>"Just focus on how much fun that'll be, okay?"
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>She smiles an actually-warm smile-
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>"Bye, Anon!"
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>-and closes your door behind her.
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>...You're not sure you wanna open that door right now.
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>Day 14
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>Your windows are boarded up with dismantled furniture parts
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>Your door is blocked by several chairs, a couch
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>They had cut off your electricity to starve you out
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>That, or because you stopped paying
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>You light a match
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>And set the candle alight
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>6 matches remain
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>30 candles remain
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>You really should have prepared better for this apocalypse
-
>The sun is down
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>And the pale moonlight filters through the gaps of your windows
-
>The tap still works, but you feel a little weak from the rationing
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>Your supplies were only meant to last you a week
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>2 cans of food remain
-
>All the perishables have long since expired
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>The future is looking bleak
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>The only comfort you have is your journal
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>And you write down the happenings of the day
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>"Day 14. Low on food. Water still works. Low on matches."
-
>The several entries before are equally bleak
-
>But this way, if someone finds your body, they'll know what happened
-
>Will it really end this way?
-
>It seemed almost like an eternity since Twilight sent her missive out
-
>And now the ravenous ponies of the world seek to take your chastity
-
>You shudder at the thought of their glistening marehoods, wrapping around your virgin member
-
>Flanks squeezing your thighs, hooves pushing your shoulders down
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>You squeeze your eyes shut
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>You can't let them get to you now
-
>They can't win
-
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>Day 20
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>You write in your journal, the one part that keeps you sane
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>"Day 20. No food (again). Water gone. Matches gone. Sun is setting. Heading out."
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>Today was the day
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>You needed to go out to forage for supplies
-
>You had prepared a sack of essential materials for you
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>A crowbar
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>A hammer
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>A bag of bits
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>A backpack for the haul
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>A map
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>A marker
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>You check your gear
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>Some gloves
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>A padded sweatshirt for armor
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>Thick jeans
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>If they're going to try to get you, you're going to give them hell for it
-
>You slowly remove the piled furniture on your front door
-
>Breathing heavily
-
>Your senses are dulled, and you're fatigued easily from the lack of food
-
>The way is cleared
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>You start prying the nails off the boards
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>And then the door lays there
-
>Waiting
-
>Inviting you
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>You take a deep breath
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>And open the door
-
-
>It creaks as you open it, and you look out
-
>Empty
-
>Clear
-
>Dark
-
>Crickets chirp
-
>The sun had gone down while you prepared
-
>And the moon now lit your way
-
>You heft your backpack
-
>And hold up your map
-
>There's a grocery store two blocks to the left
-
>Your eyes scan the streets
-
>No pony in sight
-
>Good
-
>So far so good
-
>You slowly make your way towards the grocery store
-
>Holding your crowbar, gripping it tightly
-
>You make it halfway through, and see the store in front of you, when you hear distant giggling
-
>You freeze
-
>Looking around
-
>And see shapes on the horizon, heading your way
-
>Shit
-
>Shit
-
>Instinct tells you to run, but the noise would attract attention
-
>You walk to the side of the street, finding a bush
-
>And slowly worm your way into it, hoping to avoid contact
-
>You drop your backpack into a nearby bush
-
>Freeing you up and giving you some more mobility
-
>And you lay in wait, while the shapes come near
-
-
>There's 2 of them
-
>You recognize what used to be your friends
-
>Lyra, her once gentle smile now replaced by the psychopathic smirk of a rapist
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>BonBon, a predatorial glint where her innocent eyes used to be
-
>You hold your breath as they pass
-
>And it looks like they would almost go by, with no incident
-
>Until one of them stops
-
>Your heart takes a leap
-
>Lyra sniffs the air
-
>Turning her head around
-
>And faces your direction
-
>Your fight or flight sense engages
-
>And you bolt away from the pair
-
>You run through bushes, hop fences, trying to keep a mental note of where you're going
-
>You hear their footsteps following you, bounding after you
-
>Shit
-
>You're going to get caught
-
>It's going to end here
-
>Everything you've done
-
>You breath heavily as you round the next fence
-
>A light from a window blinks on
-
>They're onto you
-
>You turn towards her
-
>And...
-
>Your backpack is still left behind
-
>You're defenseless
-
>Unarmed
-
>It's over
-
>Your body relaxes as you feel yourself making peace with your end
-
>You close your eyes as the rustling gets louder
-
>And the first of them jump on top of you
-
-
>You collapse onto the ground, stomach first
-
>And feel her warm body on top of you
-
>Her muzzle is near your ear
-
>You feel her breaths as she exhales onto you
-
>"I've got him!"
-
>It's Lyra
-
>Oh, where did things go wrong
-
>You feel her get up slightly
-
>And she turns you over, back on the ground, with her magic
-
>You had made peace with it
-
>But now as rape stares you in the face
-
>You're unsure
-
>What happens afterwards?
-
>Is anyone really ever sure?
-
>Her ravenous eyes pierce your own
-
>She licks her lips
-
>"I found you, Anon."
-
>You gulp and see her partner walk out of the bushes
-
>A stern look on her face, frowning
-
>Bits of branch and leaves are stuck in her mane
-
>"Really? You ran all the way for this?"
-
>It's the typical good rapist/bad rapist shtick
-
>You can't let their psychological games get to you
-
-
>"C'mon, I've been wanting this for a while."
-
>BonBon rolls her eyes
-
>"Just get it over with."
-
>No
-
>Even if she's the loving rapist that tells you she wanted to stop Lyra
-
>Even if she holds you afterwards, telling you that you're still clean, pure
-
>She's still a part of all this
-
>You won't fall for her
-
>Lyra's body grinds against you
-
>And her horn's magic works your pants, sliding it off
-
>This is it
-
>The ride ends here
-
>Your completely limp dick is exposed to the extremely cold air
-
>And the pony above you presses her warm lips down on you
-
>Sliding her wet slit across the tip of your erecting cock
-
>You don't want this
-
>But your body keeps telling you that this rubbing feels good
-
>It feels dirty, wrong, that you're doing this
-
>And you have to look away, closing your eyes
-
>"Aww, Anon, you don't want it, huh?"
-
>You feel her shifting, the slit sliding backwards
-
>Soon you feel her exhales on your ear
-
>Her muzzle is close when she whispers
-
>"Too bad."
-
>And she plops her soft, juicy, rapey marehood down onto you
-
>She takes your cock into her warm folds
-
>And you feel her inner walls squeeze and squeeze
-
>So you can't help but squirm at the touch
-
"N-no..."
-
>"Yes yes, Anon."
-
>You hear a sigh from BonBon, who's no doubt watching and getting off to this
-
-
>Lyra thrusts her hips up and down on you
-
>Your cock can't help but get hard and it fills you with shame
-
>What if this was all your fault?
-
>Maybe if you had dressed differently
-
>Or walked differently
-
>You feel your tip press against hard resistance when she slams all the way down
-
>Your balls rub against her soft fur
-
>Suddenly, they tingle
-
>And you realize Lyra is using her magic to massage your balls
-
>Why is your body telling you it feels good?
-
>It's wrong, so wrong
-
>"C'mon, Anon."
-
>You feel soft hooves against your cheeks
-
>Spreading wetness
-
>You don't remember crying
-
>Wait
-
>Her hoof presses on your lips
-
>And it's not the salty taste of tears
-
>But the sweet honeyed taste of...
-
>Oh gods
-
>You retch
-
>And she pushes her hoof further in
-
>The monster giggles as she fiddles with your tongue
-
>Spreading her delicious - no, disgusting - juices all over your tongue
-
>Her moans crescendo
-
>And you feel her body shiver on top of you
-
>Her insides squeeze your cock, and the folds slide across your sensitive spots
-
>It's enough to coax you to edge
-
>As she keeps thrusting you realize you're about to actually cum
-
>And the idea fills you with so much shame you can't help but give a small whimper
-
>She gives out a loud gasp, and you feel warm liquids envelop your cock
-
>Which drives you also to climax, and you gasp into her hoof
-
>Filling the rapist up, giving her your life, your seed
-
-
>She pops off with a squish
-
>And laughs
-
>"You came, Anon."
-
>Her hoof is freed from your mouth
-
>And you curl up into a ball after she gets off of you
-
>"Don't lie to yourself, you enjoyed it."
-
>Slut
-
>Whore
-
>That's all you are now
-
>"Can we go now?"
-
>"Sure you don't want a go, BonBon?"
-
>"Yes, I'm sure."
-
>Their footsteps recede into the distance
-
>And you're left there with cum stains on your cock
-
>Stains you know you can never fully clean yourself of
-
>You cry to sleep that night
-
>Hoping for a better tomorrow
-
-
********
-
-
>And you don't get it.
-
>But she does.
-
>And you think she might be trying to give you one too.
-
>Cause when you come to, Lyra's in your house, but...she's just cleaning up.
-
>"Oh hey! You're up! Good morning!"
-
>You make an inarticulate gurgle of fear as you feel the tingle of her magic on your head, pulling you up and-- laying you back down onto the cool side of the pillow.
-
>Huh.
-
>"You really let your place get dirty, Anon. And you're low on food and stuff, but- don't worry! -me and Bon Bon are taking care of it."
-
>Huh again.
-
>"We actually talked to Twilight about it. She's pretty sure it's that you guys get depressed without a mate."
-
>As you listen to the sounds of magic firing, and trashbags crinkling, and piles of this or that being cleaned up, you actually kind of manage to find the words, never mind your dry throat.
-
"Well, I mean, that's true, but-"
-
>You hear that damn front door creaking open.
-
>"Still more." comes the flat voice of Bon Bon.
-
>You sit up and watch as the earth pony drops a few cases of water from her back onto your floor, and then Lyra loads a bunch of burlap sacks filled with who-knows-what onto her.
-
>Well, it's probably trash.
-
>Probably.
-
-
>"Oh he's up." says the two-tone maned mare.
-
>Lyra smiles, "Yep! Our human coltfriend!"
-
>...oh that's what they think this is.
-
>wait. 'our'?
-
>You exhale, remembering they literally got told that what they did was not only normal and okay, but *precisely what you wanted*.
-
>Like this isn't okay, but...are they really 'evil'?
-
>Lyra cuts off your train of thought.
-
>"We did the human mating ritual, so we're, uh, Twi said...pears?"
-
>"Pair-bonded." responds Bon Bon, characteristically unamused.
-
>She walks out as this shit sinks into you a little further.
-
>You sit up on your own this time.
-
>Lyra smiles at you.
-
"Lyra, this isn't how that works."
-
>She frowns.
-
>"H...how what works?"
-
"Well, uh..."
-
>You massage your temple for a bit.
-
"I guess 'pair bonding'."
-
>She tilts her head, still looking distraught, and gently sets down a pile of your laundry she was sorting.
-
"We're not...you and me and Bon Bon aren't... like a...thing."
-
>She looks around the room, chewing on her lower lip.
-
>"Oh! Oh, I get it! You mean cause Bon Bon hasn't raped you yet!"
-
>Fucking what.
-
>No way. You need to put your foot down here.
-
>One rape is more than enough.
-
>You raise up your hand, one index finger extended, about to correct some bullshit.
-
>Lyra looks at it, eyes widening.
-
>"Oh! That means, I'm right, right?! I should go get her right now!"
-
>what no
-
"what no"
-
>"Look forward to this one, Anon! She's got that earth pony strength!"
-
>She rushes for the door as your face does that horrible contortion again.
-
>"Plus, she's not super into males, so I bet it'll be all weird and cute and stuff! Back in a jiff!"
-
>And just like that she's gone, should-be-adorable little hoovesies clip-clopping down the road.
-
>Fuck.
-
-
>As soon as she's out, you realize you have to act fast
-
>You can't let that experience repeat itself
-
>Lyra's wet, sopping pussy, squeezing around your shaft still haunts your dreams
-
>You slam the door closed after the two make their way out
-
>And set about piling what furniture you can
-
>You set chairs on stools on desks
-
>The whole construction teeters dangerously as you continue to build on it
-
>But you just don't have time to nail it
-
>You're sliding a desk over when you here that voice
-
>"Anooon! We're baaaack!"
-
>It triggers you, and you see flashes of your past assault
-
>You close your eyes and shake your head
-
"You can't come in!"
-
>You hear the unclicking of the door
-
>Wait, when did she get a key?
-
>And the door swings outwards
-
>You slap your hand on your face when you realized it
-
>"Woah, someone's been busy!"
-
>You don't really see much of her face through all the furniture
-
"I won't le-"
-
>The shockwave propels you backwards, and you see the barricade obliterated before you
-
>Pieces of shattered furniture flow out in a spiral, and you hold your hands up
-
>To shield you from both the bright light that emanates from Lyra's horn, and the whirling pieces of wood
-
>You feel a piece smack against your forearm, and you let out a yelp
-
>It stings, sending vibrations down your arm
-
>You're sure it's going to bruise
-
>"Are you ready, Anon?"
-
>The light fades
-
>As the clattering subsides, you lower your arms
-
>Lyra stands at the doorway, smiling
-
>Floating a drink with a bendy straw next to her
-
>And in steps BonBon
-
-
>No
-
>Not this time
-
>You scramble around, feeling on the ground for something, anything
-
>And you find the broken leg of a chair
-
>You stand up, holding the piece of wood in your hands
-
>Feeling its weight, its balance
-
>The voices of like, 2 anons ring in your head, telling you to fight back
-
>You grip the wood in both hands, facing it towards BonBon
-
>Who looks at you with a puzzled look on her face, one that you imagine saying "really?"
-
>Lyra giggles
-
>"Oh yeah, fighting back! You're gonna love her!"
-
>She sits her ass down near the door
-
>And raises a hoof
-
>"Go!"
-
>She lets it fall as BonBon rolls her eyes and springs forward
-
>You widen your legs, keeping a low center of gravity
-
>Your newfound reflexes slow her motion down just enough
-
>And you swing out, a broad swideways swing, pushing your hand at the base of the club for more force
-
>It connects with her side, sending shock waves down through your arm
-
>You feel your entire body shake with the force
-
>There's barely a single grunt from BonBon as she goes with the swing
-
>Her body flings to the side, and she hits the floor rolling
-
>The club swings back for the force, and you stagger backwards, shoulders feeling sore
-
>The weapon feels heavier in your arms, and you hold it up towards the mare
-
>She doesn't seem fazed at all
-
>Well, shit
-
>You yell and run towards her
-
>You need to take the initiative
-
>She rears back and holds her hoof up
-
>Taking the club in her frog with a little grunt
-
>And sends a punch with the other
-
>You see it coming
-
>And roll your body into her, sending your weight into the tiny mare
-
>The slam sends the two of you backwards, tumbling
-
>And ends with you on top of her, and the weapon sprawling away
-
>Her eyes are wide in surprise
-
>You sit back up
-
>And rear back a punch
-
>"Oh shit, you go Anon!"
-
>her hooves fling upwards in defense
-
-
>You send your fist crashing down against her
-
>Her hooves are actually really strong though
-
>And they really hurt when she blocks you
-
>You had sent your entire body travling into that punch
-
>And she takes that momentum, bucking her legs up
-
>And sends you flying over on top of her, landing on the ground with your chest
-
>It knocks the wind out of you, and you hear her roll back up
-
>You hear her panting a little
-
>Of course, nothing compared to how heavily you're breathing
-
>But you just have to wear her down
-
>You struggle to get up, the fatigue setting in
-
>And stars suddenly flood your vision as she slams down on your back
-
>Her hoof digs into your shoulder blades and you yell out in pain
-
>And try to roll back
-
>Your weight has the advantage over the little pony
-
>And you send her onto the ground beside you as you flip over
-
>She rolls away and gets up
-
>You shakily get on your feet
-
>Scanning the floor for another weapon
-
>And spy a chair
-
>You keep your eyes trained on BonBon, who barely looks tired
-
>Walking slowly to the side, hands reaching out
-
>She strifes opposite your motion, ready to pounce
-
>Her eyes notice where you're nearing
-
>And she leaps
-
>You grab the chair as quickly as you can and turn it towards her
-
>You feel your feet slide back as her body slams into the seat of the chair
-
>None of the legs stabbed her, and it looks like it barely phased her
-
>She grips one of the chair legs in her hooves
-
>And breaks it off
-
>Fucking shit
-
-
>You give a loud battlecry
-
>It probably just sounded like a weeabo shouting
-
>And charge forward, pushing your entire weight into the makeshift shield
-
>She's surprised by your onslaught, and...
-
>Well, the force pushes her over, so that's good
-
>Except she's now on the floor while your momentum carries you forward
-
>On top of her
-
>She holds a hoof out and you trip
-
>At least you didn't charge forward that much, because when you land on the ground it doesn't hurt too much
-
>BonBon gets back up and you turn around, holding your chair up towards her
-
>She's taking in more breaths now
-
>You're making a dent in her stamina
-
>Her hoof bats at the chair in your hands
-
>And it sends the thing flying, smashing into the wall
-
>Wait, was she going easy on you?
-
>You scramble backwards as she approaches, eyes looking around, panicking
-
>You pick up another wooden leg
-
>And throw it at the slowly approaching BonBon
-
>She bats it with her hoof, smashing it to pieces
-
>You feel the wall behind you
-
>And you naturally start to sit up as you scoot further back
-
"W-wait, don't!"
-
>"Looks like you're screwed, Anon!"
-
>Lyra slurps loudly, having emptied her drink
-
>She steps over your legs
-
>And sends a hoof ramming towards you
-
>You close your eyes
-
>And feel shudders on the wall behind you
-
>You peek open, and see that she had punched right beside your head
-
>And made a fucking hole in the wall
-
>She leans her head in, eyes leveling
-
>"Take off your pants."
-
>Her words are flat
-
>Emotionless
-
-
>"I might be able to warm up to a dick, but I know I already love tongues."
-
>"Psssh, yeah you do." says Lyra, practically beaming as she raids your fridge for another drink.
-
>Your vision is dominated by her twin holes.
-
>Well, fraternal twins, at any rate.
-
>One is a big meaty pussy, wet, and smelling animalistic and fleshy.
-
>The other is a suprisingly small anus. Dry as any unlubed body part.
-
>And you don't really wanna smell it.
-
>You don't really wanna lick either one of these things either.
-
>Even though that puss is...appealingly wet. Slimy, really.
-
>Did that fight really do that?
-
>You might be in this one for the long-haul...
-
>There's a powerful *THUD*, the sound of a hoof on the floor next to you.
-
>"Lick something." she says, though it's a little hard to hear her with her fleshy flanks bulging around you ears.
-
>But you do.
-
>You tilt your head up so your lips touch hers, and stick your tongue out into her scented passageway.
-
>Almost immediately, Bon Bon tenses every muscle in her body, putting pressure around your face, and somehow feeling heavier.
-
>Fucking magic, physics-defying rapist horses.
-
-
>She shudders and moans for a bit, making a kind of warbling, shaking noise.
-
>"Dang, one touch. We raped the human, huh, Bon Bon?" says the familiar voice of your first rapist.
-
>"Y-yes! Yes we did!" Bon responds, and you realize that this cannot be anything other than an orgasm.
-
>From one touch.
-
>Jesus, how turned on *was* she?
-
>You lick again, suddenly remembering how strong she is, and the fact that you stopped licking for a second.
-
>Like a good boy.
-
>NO WHAT
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>THAT IS NOT AN OKAY THOUGHT
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>...You still do though.
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>She rides out her orgasm, grinding into your tongue, your nose...everything.
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>It gives you a good opportunity to savor her candylike flavor.
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>You face is sopping wet with Bon Bon juice by the time she finishes.
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>You hear a wet sound from Lyra's location.
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>"Mmmm...That was hot. Human's mate cool." says Lyra, and you realize she's masturbating to the show.
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>The wet sound repeats, with a familiar rhythm.
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>Probably the same rhythm she rode you with.
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>Well, at least she knows how she likes it. That should make things nice and eas-
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>WAIT NO WHAT
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>WHERE ARE THESE COOPERATIVE THOUGHTS COMING FROM
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>Bon Bon, above you, speaks sternly.
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>"You stopped licking."
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>The fear hits you like a train.
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>You don't know what to do except resume.
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>"No, that's too late. You already messed up."
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>aaaaaaah lick harder! harder!
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>Get the rest of the mouth involved! Suck! Figure something out!
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>aaaaaaa
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>"But that's okay." she says softly.
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>"This time." she says in that flat-commanding tone again.
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>Accompanied by another *THUD* for emphasis.
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>"Right now, I want to see why Lyra likes dicks so much. Finish taking your pants off."
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>You realize they're still half on, and try to get to your feet to to remove them properly.
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>And, you know, your underpants, which are still entirely on.
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>But you don't get to your feet.
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>You try, but all it accomplishes is pressing your face extra hard into Bon Bon's snatch.
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>"Mmmmm. Yeah, get in there." says Lyra, those wet sounds getting a little louder.
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>"That's your place, right? Pinned under one of our asses? I bet you love it, don't you?"
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>The wet sounds get a little more intense, and she just 'mmm's for a while.
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>"He was trying to stand up, Lyra." says Bon Bon, nonplussed.
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>"Oh." the green mare replies.
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>Then you hear her voice get mischievous.
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>"Well don't let him! This should be reeeeeally rapey. That's the right way. Twilight said!"
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>"I know." Bon responds, matter-of-factly.
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>Then to you she says.
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>"You're not getting up. Take your pants off with my pussy right where it is."
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>You feel her crotch flex and twitch as she says that.
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>One of the pinches to your nose actually hurts a bit.
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>How fucking strong is this mare?
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>A voice in your head says 'too strong to deny'.
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>You don't acknowledge it.
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>You just obey her command.
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>You slither your body like a sine wave as your hands work to get your pants off.
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>Feeling a slight shift in the distribution of Bon Bon's weight on your face, you realize she's looking intently at your groin.
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>Anticipating.
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>You work those off the same way - it's a little easier since they're smaller.
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>You don't need to be told.
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>You're a good boy.
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>NO YOU'RE NOT
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>YOU'RE A BAD BOY
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>A VERY BAD BOY
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>'and bad boys get punished' says that voice, seemingly coming from nowhere.
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>You realize with a sinking feeling as you take out your dick for the use of your two rapists, you might be in this one for the long-haul...
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Anon
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Be Anon
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>In prison for putting ketchup in the fridge
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>How did they even know you did that?
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>You're at lunch with numerous psychologists watching you
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>Since you're an omnivore they let you eat steak
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>That was nice of them
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>Everything is fine until you put ketchup on it
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>Your psychologists, who have dealt with the worst criminals in Equestria, are all shocked
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>One faints
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>Two others vomit
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>The rest of them tackle you to the floor and put you to sleep with some herbs they have in their pockets
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A few minutes later
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>You meet with the warden
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>She looks at your rap sheet
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>"Putting ketchup in the fridge."
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>She reads what you did earlier today and is visibly sickened
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>She's on the verge of tears
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>"Anon..."
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"Yes?"
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>"I seriously hope that you don't do this."
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Anon
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Journal Entry 47
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>7:17 AM on a Sunday.
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>Day 41 in Equestria.
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>Last day before I have to go back to that bloody drongo Rarity. Still don't get why she wastes her time with me.
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>As usual I'm takin' my morning hike with the Scooter kid, but since she doesn't have school today I'm bringing her way deeper than usual. Things were going pretty smooth for the first hour or so, until we had a small mishap in the thorny vined part of the forest.
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Keep an eye out Scootaloo. Few days ago, a gang of spiders tried havin' a barney with me round' these parts.
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>"Spiders? Do you have some kind of phobia or something?"
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Of course not. You of all horses should know I'm not afraid of anything.
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>"Everyone's afraid of something Anon. You can't ignore that."
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Yeah I can. I had to give up fear to become an explorer, and if you're gonna make it in here, you gotta do the same.
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>I notice a large spider web to our far right, and slightly pick up the pace. Scootaloo then trots from the back to my left to look me in the face.
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>"Well then why do you care about the spiders? You're a giant! If spiders try to give you trouble, you could just crush em' with your big gorilla feet. Were there just a bunch or what?"
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About six at the time, but these weren't the normal spiders you see crawling on walls. These things were massive.
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>"Whoa. How massive are we talking here? Like "massive" massive, or just regular massi-"
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>Unfocused, Scootaloo walks into a few spider strands causing her to shake her head and brush it out.
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>"Aw sick! That stuff got in my mouth!"
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Shh! I thought I heard something.
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>Something scurried past some bushes at our left. I can't quite see it thanks to this bloody fog the forest generates, but I know it's there.
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>Eventually, I pick up a vague silhouette hiding in the trees, as a raspy male voice in some kinda Seppo accent starts to call me out.
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>"Aaanon? Aaaaanon?"
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Bugger all.
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>"Who is that?" asks Scootaloo.
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>In a subtle motion I take out one of the switchblades in my right side pouch, and open it. I then motion it back to Scootaloo and tell her in a whisper,
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Take this.
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>"But..."
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>She hesitates.
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I said take-
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>A large string of webbing fires from our right, attaching itself to Scootaloo's leg and pulling her to the ground.
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>"What the! Wha!!"
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Before I even see it coming, Scootaloo's being tugged away from me by the same five foot black spider that bit me on Thursday. (Not to be confused with the female who had the beehive hairdo; this is that bloke with the pink Mohawk and heart shaped "MOM" tattoo on his abdomen.)
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>In a cartoonishly sinister voice he announces "Looks like Anon brought a little girly friend with him!" as he continues pulling Scootaloo into the bushes where he was hiding.
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>Barely able to resist, Scootaloo yells to me, "Anon! Please help!"
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>Immediately, I take the switchblade I'm holding and throw it for the bastard's face. Jumbo Spiders are twitchy like a meth head though, and he springs out of the way, climbing into a few tree branches.
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>Knowing one throwing star won't be enough, I clear out six from my left pouch and begin throwing them in rapid succession. He dodges the first two, get's the third trapped in his right mid-leg, and eventually the last one directly in the face. Having been impaled, he comes crashing to to the ground, clutching his face and screaming in agony.
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>As I reach for my machete to finish the job, the hidden spider; who I'm sure is the purple, flame marked one with the balding brown mullet; tries to pounce me from the background with the false notion that I lost my focus.
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>As he jumps to drive his fangs in my back, I duck beneath his head, grab his front legs, pull them down to my shoulders, and bring my skull back up to pin his head in place.
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>My skull's pushing against his throat, but he still forces out a, "How?!" in shock.
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I'm gonna break your arms now.
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>Successfully pinned on my back, I begin twisting his two front legs as hard as I can, anticipating them to either dislocate, or break off all together.
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>His four other legs twitch and kick furiously around my torso, and he's trying his best not to scream but can't quite keep the pain down.
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>"STOP! PLEASE! I-I don't GYAH I don't want to lose my legs!"
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>I reverse charge into the nearest tree, to help stop the kicking.
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Don't worry. Ya got four more just like em'.
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>It's then that I hear the sound of Scootaloo screeching in fear, bringing my focus back on the reason I didn't want to deal with these guys in the first place.
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Kid?!
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>I look back and see that she's been hit with another webbing around her left side, with the other spider midair for a body slam I have no time to prevent.
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>I could've sworn that star I threw was lodged straight through his skull, but it only lodged itself in his right eye. Not even close to immediately fatal.
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>Scootaloo gives a loud *UMPH* as he pins her under his massive weight, but she manages to stay strong, despite the pain her weak little body must be feeling.
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>"Put the boss down, or I'm eating the filly!" says mullet spider as she struggles to break free.
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>"Anon, why do these guys hate you so much?!"
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EXCERPT: Journal Entry 45
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>As I explore the prickly vines looking for this fucktard of a boomerang, I finally find it trapped in some kind of giant spiderweb complete with four spiders, nearly an American football in size each. I've never seen a species of spider this large in the forest before, but I'm sure I've seen larger in Southeast Asia. They probably won't be much of an issue.
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>Why are boomerangs so hard to use?
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>"Well?!" says Mohawk. "Put the boss down."
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How am I supposed to know you won't just eat the kid when I put him down?
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>"Yeah!" says Scootaloo, before he shoves her face into the dirt.
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>The mullet spider I'm breaking tells me, "You have my word that he won't! Spiders never lie, so you can trust me. W-we'll just call it a draw for now, ya know?"
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>I DON'T trust spiders, but what else can I do?
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"...Fine." I say to Mohawk. "Let the girl free, and then I'll let your boss go."
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>There's a smug glare �he gives, but he agrees and begins snipping the webs with his fangs and claws.
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>Once she gets to her hooves, I throw his boss off of my back towards his friend, and he tumbles into a few bushes.
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>Scootaloo then scurries over to my side, as I pull out the spear from my adventure pack.
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>As I point the lengthy weapon in their direction, I tell the Mohawked spider,
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Next time you or your friends try to give me trouble, don't expect to walk out of it so easily.
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>"Y-yeah?! Well, you're just lucky we don't have a new gang set up! Y-...you'll see!"
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>Boss rolls to his front and tells his lackey, "Let's go Harry," before walking off.
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>"You'll see. You're gonna regret messin' up my family."
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>"I said let's go!" his boss frustratingly yells in the background.
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>Harry backs away, staring me down, before turning and leaving with his boss.
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>I lower my weapon, but keep it out in case there are others waiting.
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>As my adrenaline wears down, it's only then that I notice the feeling of Scootaloo's trembling hooves around my left leg.
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"You get bit?" I say apathetically.
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>"No...thanks for saving me Anon...as usual."
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>There's an awkward pause as she forces herself off of me, and backs away a couple o steps.
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Go get my stars and knife, and we'll let's keep moving.
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Anon
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> She lays next to you, sides quietly moving under gentle, sleeping breaths.
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> Her scent if of apple-flower and old wood, with just a hint of sweat to tease at her activity through the day.
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> Those, and the lightest hint of a more feminine, softer perfume that she'd never admit to in her waking hours.
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> Now that she is asleep, though, her guard was down and defenses absent.
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> Muscles still lay in cords beneath her coat, firm and hard - but there was a gentleness now too, a peek at how soft she still was within.
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> Your hand traces down through her mane, pausing where the collar at on her neck forming a furrow in the straw-blond hair.
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> You'd long since been able to replace the ugly, heavy thing you'd started with, of course.
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> Now really nothing more than a cloth band sat there - vulnerable and ultimately weak as the pony you'd come to realize lay bound by it.
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> Unlike said pony, though, it would never be broken.
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> This you were certain of; though she had the physical might to shred it, Applejack would never do so.
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> Slipping around her neck, your fingers find the tag hanging from the collar - the tag bearing your name and marking her as your property.
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> No - she was yours entirely.
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> Stripped of the mental armor she'd built around herself, she'd shown you her more vulnerable side and then given herself to you entirely.
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> This cloth was as strong to her as any steel.
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> Abruptly muscles shift beneath her skin, legs moving as she twists in place.
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> Your light touch on her throat must have disturbed her; making gentle shushing noises you lower your arm to circle around her neck.
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> In seconds she is calm again within your grasp, returning to rest.
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> Soon after you join her, slipping into the black with your last sight the furrow of cloth in an applewood-scented mane.
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Anon
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"Your husband is dead."
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>The mare glares pure hatred as you pace around her.
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"Your kingdom has fallen."
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>Her eyes follow as long as they can, until you step behind her.
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"Your allies have abandoned you."
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>A tremor runs through her body. Nothing you had done, of course. Though, perhaps what you had said...
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"You know I had nothing to do with all that."
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>The gag stifles but cannot hide the growl that rises from her throat.
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"You know I am a kind man. At least, I presume you do. Why else would you have come to me for sanctuary when all other have - at best - turned you and your daughter away?"
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>She watches you out of the corner of her eye as you come back around. If looks could kill... well, you count yourself lucky that they cannot.
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"And so I have to ask why you felt the need to attack me?"
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>Her head jerks. Is she trying to talk? Trying to spit at you? Maybe just trying to free herself? It matters not.
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"I am a kind man, Cadence."
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>You reach out, stroking the fluff on her chest. She tries to struggle, but can't escape your hand.
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"Your daughter is still unharmed."
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>Her efforts increase, but not by much. She's been hanging too long, her legs hurt too much - if they have any feeling left in them at all.
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"So I have to know. Why?"
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>She can't answer, not with the ball gag still crammed in her mouth. You hadn't wanted any screams or pleas for mercy to disturb her little Flurry Heart's rest.
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"Why would you attack me?"
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>You don't want an answer.
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"Was what I asked of you so hard?"
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>You don't want her to say anything.
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"You should have just done what I told you to."
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>All you want is for her to submit.
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"You should have just walked out of the room."
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>She flinches as you raise your hand.
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"But no, you couldn't do that, could you?"
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>Her eyes never waver as you bring your open palm down on her cheek.
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>They don't soften as you undo the strap holding her gag in place.
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"Apologize."
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>Admitting her mistake is the first step.
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>You're a kind man. You won't push for more than that now.
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>"Just let us go," the mare croaks, her throat dry and burning.
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>At least, you assume it is.She hasn't had anything to drink since before yesterday.
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"Let you go?"
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>Cadence nods, her pure hatred never slipping from her face.
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"And throw Flurry Heart to the wolves? Someone would have to be truly heartless to do that."
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>"Please."
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"I'll keep her - and you - safe from Celestia."
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>"I want to leave. We can go."
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"No."
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>"Princess Celestia -"
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"THAT BITCH stole everything from me!"
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>She doesn't cry out as the back of your hand strikes her muzzle.
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>For some reason, you find that infuriating.
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"She's as much my enemy as yours!"
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>You strike her again.
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"She stole my life and my memories from me!"
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>Again.
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"I don't even remember my name!"
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>Again.
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"I'll keep you safe! I'll keep your daughter safe!"
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>Again.
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>"She's not -!"
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>Again, harder this time. Hard enough to leave the alicorn dazed.
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>She's not going to apologize.
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>With a sigh, you shove the ball back into Cadence's mouth.
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"I'll ask again tomorrow."
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>She regains her senses as you buckle the strap in place, feebly attempting to pull free.
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"Maybe I'll let you see your daughter, if you finally comply."
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>Her head jerks wildly, sending the mare swinging gently back and forth on the iron chain.
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>For a minute her eyes break with yours. For a minute, the pain in her legs and shoulders is enough to overwhelm every other thought.
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>You wait for the mare to stop swinging.
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>She won't hear a word you say.
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>It takes too long - you reach out a hand and grab the fur of her chest, steadying the mare.
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>You wait for her eyes to open again. When they do, her hatred is undiminished.
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"Don't worry, Cadence."
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>She tries to kick out at you with her hind legs, but the angle is poor and her remaining strength even more so.
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"I won't touch Flurry Heart until you beg me to."
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Anon
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>"R-Right there, Twilight!"
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>the Princess of the Sun has gone strangely limp beneath your ministrations
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"Celestia, are you sure this... procedure... is going to give me a better grasp on the latent arcane fabrics of--"
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>"Enough with the hooves. Use your tongue."
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"Princess, I don't think that's--"
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>"Rest assured, Twilight, the true OH, RIGHT THERE... true nexus of a mare's magic is between her haunches."
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>Oh well, it's for science!
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>As you follow her instructions, her body begins practically convulsing.
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>She's not telling you to stop, so that must be normal
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>A sneaking suspicion takes root in your mind as her gasping becomes more repetitive
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"Princess? You say your nethers are the source of your magic, but I thought that was the horn.. Shouldn't I be--"
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>The excitement that can only come from a joyous revelation surges through her body in tremors
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>Celestia turns to you, sluggishly wiping the length of her horn across your moistened lips
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>"Excellent idea! Get to it."
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Anon
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>Anon helps Derpy with her rent payments
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>Anon's price is far greater than rent
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>Derpy must dance with Anon
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>She can't keep up
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>Anon's dance moves are so on fleek
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>He hits the dab perfectly
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>Derpy tries her best, but by the time she figures out how to dab, Anon is doing the whip
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>The dancing is becoming infectious
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>Soon Rarity joins in, uncontrollably dabbing
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>"B-bitch dab!" Trixie yells
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>Soon all of Ponyville is dabbing in synch
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"Look at my dab!" Anon shouts
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>"Bitch dab!"
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>They all dabbed continuously until they all died of starvation
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>Even though the ponies died first, Anon kept dabbing by the corpses until he too died
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Anon
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>you come home from a long day of work and plop down on your favorite recliner
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"PONY!"
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>your little mare slave appears in front of you
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>"yes master?"
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>you point to your feet
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"Shoes."
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>she pulls your dirty, worn work boots off and sets them neatly by the door as you unzip your pants
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>you snap your fingers and point to the floor in front of you
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"SIT."
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>she obeys you, sitting perfectly still on her haunches and staring into your eyes
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"Open."
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>she opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out ever so slightly as you run your fingers through her mane before grabbing an ear, guiding your dick to her lips with the other hand
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>you slide the head in, and her tongue cups around the bottom of your shaft
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>her lips close around your girth and she closes her eyes as you begin thrusting, grabbing her other ear, forcing her head down into your crotch in time with your thrusts
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>the only sounds in the room are the sounds of her occassionally gagging, slurping, choking, whimpering through the saliva and mucus beginning to run copiously from her mouth and nostrils
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>she doesn't dare protest though
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>she retches, you pull out of her mouth for a moment, a thick wet trail of pre, spit, and snot stretching from her muzzle and your crotch as she closes her mouth and swallows, licking her lips and catching her breath as tears stream down her face
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>her reprieve is only momentary though, as your tip is soon against her lips again
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"OPEN."
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>she obeys, knowing the more compliant she is the sooner it will all be over, taking your entire length down her gullet this time
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>soon you feel your orgasm beginning to well up, you pull back slightly and let your seed spill into her mouth, closing your hands around her muzzle to keep it wrapped tightly around you
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>she whines and flinches as her mouth is filled with your cum
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"Hold it," you order as you pull out, wiping your dick on the side of her face and placing your hand under her chin to force her to stare into your eyes
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>you make her hold it in her mouth for 5 or so minutes, making sure the taste of your spunk has a good chance to soak into her tastebuds, never taking your eyes off of hers
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"Swallow."
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>she eagerly swallows, panting with her tongue hanging slightly out of her mouth
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"What do we say?"
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>"Thank you master," she huffs.
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"Good girl," you say as you slap her rump. "Now go make me dinner."
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>She nods and trots off toward the kitchen without another word
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Anon
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>Light, darkness, hot, cold.
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>They all are in us, keeping the fire in our hearts around as much as the shadows it highlights.
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>I have no idea how long I have been in this dungeon, only that I did not have such melancholy thoughts before.
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>I had once thought myself an effective assassin, able to kill a mark and not leave a trace.
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>Wings make it easy to come in from an unsuspecting place, and talons let me hold nearly as many things as magic might.
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>My mistake was going after Queen Umbra.
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>Many wanted her head, more than she knew, and for reasons far too petty to matter to anyone else.
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>I should have considered to look over why all others had failed going after her.
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>I had taken the time to study her palace grounds, looked over guard shifts and even taken some tours to get the interior layout.
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>What I hadn't considered had been my target's affinity for crystals with her magic.
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>I had been given a specific means of killing her, an ampule of a potent toxin designed to make a unicorn swoon from mere proximity.
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>What I hadn't considered had been what I placed at the tip of the crossbow bolt.
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>A small bit of crystal glass contained it.
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>Whoever it was had set me up to fail from the start.
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>So now I stand in this cell, chained to a wall, waiting for a punishment.
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>Or perhaps this is my punishment, to stay here for the rest of my life.
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...
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Block Grit laid on the floor, hind legs pistoning at the stairs. He had been assigned to guard this cell, but being an Earth pony lacked a key requirement to check on the prisoner, the ability to manipulate the purple crystals Umbra had placed over the walls. While he could hear through them and see distorted images, there was little he could do to actually interact with the prisoner. It suited him well enough, the bitch had tried to murder his queen. Far as he was concerned, his job was to make sure the griffon died in that cell without ever seeing the sky again, anything else was just between him and his future position of capoeira instructor. Hearing the sound of hooves clopping on stone, he stopped and checked the water clock. It was too early for a meal, something was wrong. Donning his armor, he waited beside the portal, truncheon in his mouth raised to strike down the intruder.
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The unicorn turned the corner, its shadow falling on the floor as it stood between a flickering torch and Grit. He waited, it was his chance to foil a breakout and get promoted. Something cold moved along his legs, flicking the sweat away from them. Grit ignored it, waiting for the unicorn to come close enough to be hit. He realized his mistake when a tendril of dark matter reared up and wrapped around the truncheon. He was fighting a unicorn, they had spells.
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“While I appreciate your pluck guard, you are in dire need of training if you think relying solely on your strength or fancy moves against a unicorn, much less your sovereign.” Queen Umbra finally descended the stairs, her horn glowing darkly as she finished cocooning Grit in crystal. The guard was stuck as he had been, ready to drop on any intruder, but now a living statue by the whim of the pony he served.
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...
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>Umbra approached the crystal wall, staring at the griffon within as she waited for some hint of movement. Seeing none beyond the rise and fall of the feathered chest, she turned back to her keep, a bit incredulous. “She isn’t sleeping is she?” Grit tried to shake his muzzle, only to slam it into a pillar of crystal that had grown beside it. Smarting, he simply muttered a low negative through clenched teeth. Sighing, Umbra dispelled the crystals, their bases falling into a series of black portals as the tips bubbled and evaporated. The assassin was now open once more to the world, but kept to where she sat against the wall.
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>“Do you know why you are here?” Umbra began, staring down at the somewhat emaciated griffon. “What reason it is I had you placed here?” Umbra opened a new portal and dragged the crystal tipped bolt out of the nether. She took her time flipping and pirouetting it through the air. “Attempts on my life aren’t anything new. In fact they are starting to become routine affairs. All since I had to swear fealty to her majesty Nightmare Moon, such a fascinating coincidence that. Rule for a score of years and never have an issue until I’m banished from this plane. Come back, and suddenly every Cake, Rock, and Grove is out for me.” The bolt paused ever so slightly as she put a bit of emphasis on those words.
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>The assassin lunged, lion claws cutting into the dirt and dust on the rock as she grabbed it and carried through with the lunge into Umbra’s face. A wall of spiked crystal appeared from the floor and ceiling, ensnaring the griffon’s outstretched arm and worked back to her body. The griffon’s momentum floored her, the crystals quickly growing over her kneeling form and holding her down. “That, is why I placed you here. You have a rather driven mind to see a task through.” Umbra smirked as she stepped to the side of the tip. “So then I suppose I should tell you that your job is over and I am hiring you for a new one. Well, hiring is a bit of a strong word. You won’t have the choice to say no.” Umbra opened a portal and pulled a fierce red gem, its inside whirling and shifting.
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>“No, in fact you won’t have much to say soon at all in this. You have gotten yourself involved in something much larger than you realized. The toxin in this bolt? You might have noticed the lack of impact on me. Its not a toxin at all.” She flipped the bolt over and dashed the tip against the floor. The glass shattered revealing a small green stone. “It’s a gem, a very simple one, but mine nonetheless. Somebody stole it from me 2 moons ago. I thought it an interesting test, some shadowy spy initiation or a guard looking to impress their mate. And then here it is, on a bolt meant for me. A message, from whom I don’t know, but you,” Umber cupped a hoof under the griffoness ‘s beak and menacingly moved the crystal closer. “You’re going to be telling me whom and more.” The assassin lost her composure and threw herself at the restraining crystal, desperate to crack it and escape the webbed enigma she suddenly was at the center of. The gem touched her breast and kept going, melting through the skin until it entered her blood and dispersed. Its heat flowed through her limbs and left them numb. The bucking stopped and her eyes dilated in panic before flashing red briefly. Her body went limp, held in place by the crystals, and falling down being too much effort. “Let’s start with something simple. Tell me your name dear.”
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Anon
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>anon discovers ponies taste really fucking good
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>starts breeding them like cattle for the meat
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>the meat is expensive as fuck, but there's high demand for it
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>the better the pony is treated and the happier they are, the better the meat tastes
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>when it's time to collect the meat they are killed painlessly by unicorns that have been allowed to keep their magic for that sole purpose
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>ponies are allowed 20 years of life,and grow up knowing the exact day they'll die
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>the day before they die, their owner and their herd throws them a huge party so they can spend their final day with loved ones
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>none of the ponies are sad, this is a celebration of that ponys life and the fact that they are finally fulfilling their lifelong destiny
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>there is no more noble purpose than to provide nourishment to their betters
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>pony dies with a smile on her face knowing that parts of her body will soon become one with a glorious human
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Anon
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>Your name is Sheena.
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>A while back, during your only real attempt to build a nest and attract a mate, you chose to use as many brightly coloured gems as you could.
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>It seemed to have not worked, as you were one of the few griffons who was unsuccessful at attracting someone during the short window when you were at your youthful peak attractiveness.
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>Among these failures, you were the only failed griffon who'd put so much effort and care into building a display nest that incorporated so many expensive materials.
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>That hurt.
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>More than you'd care to honestly admit to yourself.
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>Any griffon who wasn't able to get a mate was looked on as a community embarrassment until such time as they could prove themselves.
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>You'd packed up and gone into a self-imposed exile, taking dangerous jobs that required the utmost in focus, concentration, and dedication to pull off.
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>All to keep your mind off of things.
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>As a result, you had a little bit of a grudge against anything crystalline ever since.
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>Not to an unhealthy degree, of course.
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>With so many magic items incorporating gems and crystals in one way or another, it was hardly possible to avoid them entirely.
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>However, the grudge ran just deep enough that you might have overlooked the warning signs on this contract that would have otherwise encouraged you to go find an easier mark.
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>It was hard to resist the allure of being the one to take out the pony in charge of the Crystal Empire.
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>There was a certain kind of psychological cleansing that could be felt in that.
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>Like you were wiping out at least some part of your shame.
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>In retrospect, you should have paid more attention to things.
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>You carried a little too much of yourself into this contract, and now you were paying the price.
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>Going by what you know about the others in your secretive profession, failure like this usually wasn't something that you flew away from.
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>You hope you're going to live to be the exception.
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Anon
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Standing on a cloud, two pegasi squared off, pacing around each other as they waited for the sun to set and start their match. A golden spar of sunshine slowly receded across the ring made of grey cloud. Pulling beyond the edge, the two coiled their muscles, waiting for the other to attack first. With a feint, the magenta pegasi dodged left than right, closing the distance on her opponent with a series of jinks, cloud being thrown up into the air as she dug in for traction.
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Her tan opponent waited, bending her knees as she silently counted down the strides her trainee was taking. Waiting for the moment in which her opponent pivots to buck her in the face. Catching that last stride just as she turned, Storm Seas exploded to the side, her legs tucked tight to her barrel as the buck passed into empty air, the force carrying Dust Devil off her forelegs and sending her skidding on the cloud mat. Storm slammed her legs out and pushed backwards, arcing over Dust Devil. She grabbed her opponent mid leap under her wings and threw her back from the edge in a single fluid motion, landing on all four as Dust Devil collapsed on her back, rump over her face.
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“You okay trainee?” Storm Seas asked, not turning around as she went for a bottle of water. She was responded to with a slurred voice, Dust Devil laying as she was and nursing a hoof to a spot on her head. “You can’t expect that I just got this position for my pretty wings now. I earned it through combat. Combat I am going to teach you, make you a better wing pony with.” She paused, piking the bottle up toward the sky as she drained half of it in a few swigs. “You need to stop charging in head first, you’re easy to predict even when you’re trying to hide it. You’ve done this 23 times today alone. Further, you’re weak, too easily taken out of a fight. You have no fighting spirit, I mean look at you.” The officer turned and stared at her charge.
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Dust Devil had heard enough. "You think you're so good as squad leader, do you?" she snaps, rising from her thrown position and pointing hoof in Storm Seas’ face, her eyes focusing on the hoof like a venomous snake. "You think that just because you have bars on your shoulder, it somehow puts you above me?" Dust shouted, her eyes blazing with anger.
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"Ah now there’s some of that battle spirit.” Seas retorts, eyes focused on the suddenly angry cadet, but maintaining a mirthful face.
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"I’m done taking shit from you. You and all these other stuckup brassholes!" Dust yells, psyching herself up for the fight she is about to start. With a screeching roar she throws herself at her superior, wings beating madly for the extra force. She collides successfully, knocking the tan mare to the ground in a rolling pounce. Seas grunts as she comes to a stop on her stomach, her opponents hoof planted firmly in the middle of her back. Deciding to show the cadet how to properly fight, she arches a leg around and connects firmly with the magenta pony’s flank knocking her off balance. Flipping around she grapples the collapsing mare and flips over, pinning her wings and forelegs tight before looking down at the mare beneath her in all ways right now.
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“Heh, good move cadet, but you need to work on your hoof placement. You’re no heavyweight, and an earth pony is going to keep you all neat and tucked up armor or not.” Shaking her blonde mane out of her face she releases her student and walks over to the edge of the cloud ring to fetch some water, flapping her wings lightly from where she had been knocked down. Smirking, she thought of the brasshole comment and debated whether it was worth a write up or a commendation for perception. Dust Devil lay there, her anger building at how her superior thought this was still practice. Pushing off the cloud with her wings she lunged forward again, clamping her jaw down on the extended wing. Instinctually, Seas tried to flick her wing and dislodge what was on it, instead pulling several feathers out and yelping in shocked pain. Dust Devil slides a wing under her and flips Seas over before she can recover, moving the fight back to the center of the cloud.
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“We’re going to finish this now. No more games.” Devil says triumphantly, stamping her hoof down on Seas’ chest as she looms over her.
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“The hell is wrong with you cadet Dust Devil? This is practice and you are coming close to assaulting a superior officer!” Seas starts madly beating her wings, trying to get some leverage on the now realized fighter. “You are going to the brig if you keep this up.”
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"I don’t think so, I’m going to be on some weather patrol for a while, but no I don’t have to worry about that." Devil responds, giving a swift kick to the gut to silence Seas. “No see, nobody is going to know what happened to you. Just a training accident gone awry, nobody will look too much into it after this scuffle.”
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"Unh..." Seas groans, coughing and trying to catch her breath, gazing up at her attacker, tears beginning to cloud her vision, "J-Just go," the mare pleads. "I’ll forget this happened," she gasps through clenched teeth.
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"And what’s going to stop an inquiry into this?" Devil shouts. "No no, see I’m not doing this because of your position or anything, I’m doing this because of you. You made my life hell, you are the one who has been going overboard," she grins darkly, the source of so many of her problems now lying under her hoof.
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Seas swallows nervously, staring at her attacker. "What are you on about?" She gasps between ragged breaths, trying to wiggle her way out.
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"You just don’t get it." Dust Devil relents, lifting off Sea’s body. "You know, I like what I see in you there, looking all pitiful and beaten, but its missing something…" she trails off. “Hold on, let me just put my hoof on it.” With that she drops on her superior’s wings, snapping the bones. “Found it!”
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Storm Seas screams in agony, her crippled wings sending lances of pain through her. Her rolls of pain served only to grind and pull the feathered bone apart, leaving little chance they would hold up to fly, much less glide. Her vision tunneled down to the small area where she lay beneath her homicidal wingmate. "J-Just let me go! I-I'll do anything..." she mewls, tears welling up in her eyes from pain and helplessness.
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The holding hoof twisted, wing bone going from shattered to a mess of shards and tissue. Seas blacked out from the pain, unable to withstand it. Her body went limp, head lolling to the side in defeat. Dust Devil smirked. She knew she was right, but to see that she was the superior pony filled her with pride. If only she could make this bitch of a CO know suffering. Dust Devil stopped. She had read of stories like this before in cheap novels. A villain would stop to gloat and fail. She was smarter than a ten bit villain, she was going to just finish this now.
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Dust Devil hooked her legs under Storm Seas’ fore legs and started pushing her toward the edge. Her wings were in pain, she’d have to make this quick if she didn’t want to join the plan as well. All Devil had to do was put some distance between the training ground and the drop off point, enough to make her story believable. That and get rid of the blood smeared cloud, she thought and gave a swift kick to Seas’ ruined wing. The sudden pain roused the stricken CO, her instincts telling her to hold tight to whatever she could. She ended up grabbing Devil’s mane and pulling it hard. Dust Devil shrieked, a chunk of mane tearing out of her neck. Storm Seas’ was jolted back to focus, and she kept her fight going now that she had the upper hand.
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Storm Seas cradled a foreleg around the back of Dust Devil’s neck and began wailing on her exposed gut with the other. “You think you’re the best? You think you can stop me so easily? I’ll show you what I’m capable of.” She bellowed, all trace of that previous helplessness gone, replaced with a murderous rage. She didn’t care what happened now, Dust Devil was going down. Devil dropped her forelegs, and tucked in her hinds, desperate to protect her tender stomach. Seas kept wailing on the limbs, her hooves cracking on the bone, leaving bloody gashes where the edges had caught. Dust Devil’s eyes watered, her focus was wavering, but she knew she needed to get far enough form the cloud or the search team would find the body, she just had to focus on that.
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Storm Seas was possessed, she had given up on the limbs and tried pulling herself onto Dust Devil’s back, her plant to break her wings just as much as her own. The tan mare hadn’t registered what doing so would mean for them both, only that a lesson needed to be made. Dust Devil would have none of it, and began twisting and turning in the air, desperate to keep Seas from her back, and giving up on trying to make it clean. StormSeas felt her leg growing numb and weak, the constant strain of supporting her against gravity having taxed it too much. She reached out with the other when Dust Devil tried pulling an immelman turn and struck. She drove her gravity assisted hoof into the magenta mare’s neck leaving her rasping for breath from the swelling trachea. Sliding her leg forward, she grabbed ahold of the neck with both forelegs, and slid her hindlegs down, pinning the wings at the first joint. Seas held tight, expecting the powerbomb to drop her onto the training cloud and near her gear. Only then did she look down, then up, and realize her mistake. All the clouds were above the duo. She had just sent them both plunging into the Equestrian wilderness.
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Neither were ready for it.
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Anon
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>Oh Celestia.
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>Panic.
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>Last night you cried in your cell.
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>You'd pleaded with the guards.. you'd been a good pony, you'd obeyed.
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>You'd served these humans, degraded yourself for their amusement.
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>You didn't deserve this.
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>And like that, a thought that hadn't occurred to you in years re-entered your mind.
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>As though all your conditioning had melted away.
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>Escape.
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>You envisioned it over and over again.
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>At some level you knew it wouldn't work, but damn it you were gonna try, you had to try, you wern't just gonna let them gut you.
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>You'd rush the guards, you'd just run for it, you'd go down swinging and screaming..
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>Very least they'd kill you then and there with no spectacle.
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>But here you were.
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>No fight, just followed the guards, let them hoist you up without so much as scream.
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>And now as everyone takes their place you realize it's too late.
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>The tears begin flowing freely across your face as you do the only thing you can, the only thing you've ever been able to do.
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"P-please.. I'm sorry.. I promise I-I'll be a good slave.."
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>"The time for that has passed my little pony. You have made your bed, it is time now you lay in it."
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>Your collar, fittingly made from the old strings of your cello, tugged at your neck guiding you to the center of the square.
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>The crowd quieted, the clop of your worn hooves overtaking them as they awaited what was to come.
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>The execution of your sentence.
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>You hadn't meant for it to be this way, you had only wanted to stop Vinyl's excessive lyrics.
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>You never meant for the disk to take her voice away, her singing, her life.
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>It was only fair you realized that they take yours as well.
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>The sound beneath your hooves changed, you had already made it to the stand.
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>The manacles on your hooves were lifted sharply and secured to well worn clasps on the poles.
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>This place was not new to punishments, the crowd had learned their place from any sentences being carried out here, most far lighter than yours.
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>A bar was pressed your withers, guiding you forward as a work boot fell on your tail and made you take the proper position.
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>"We are gathered here today, the people of Gorge Town to bear witness to the proper sentencing of one pony, Octavia. Charged guilty with the crimes of assault, violence with a deadly weapon, permanent disabling, and destruction of property, she has been sentenced to have her insides shown to the world as per the Codexia De SIM as witnessed and signed by Celestia, ruler of Equestria, and the United Nations signatories."
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The man folded the paper in his case over and continued.
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>"This sentence shall be carried out now, with the proper tools and ceremony as befits this task."
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>"Does the executor of these tasks find herself ready?"
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>"Yes, sir" a seafoam green unicorn replied.
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>"Is the tool sharp?"
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>A measured section of rice matting fell to the ground in reply.
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>"Is the catch basin in place?"
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>Red magic pushed the basin forward from under the stage, the unicorn keeping out of sight as she fidgeted with something.
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>"Then it shall begin."
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Anon
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>wifu walks in the door
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>your sitting there watching television when you smell it
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>your hand clench the couch
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>your mind blazed to life
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>your dick instantly hardens in your jeans
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H-hey {wifu}?
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>you weakly peak around the corner into the kitchen
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>"yes anon?"
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Did you
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>you grunt, your dick is throbbing so hard it hurts
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>you close your eyes and lean against the wall
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>wtf is going on?
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A-are you wearing a new parfume or somthin??
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>"somthing like that"
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>she peaks out the corner of her eye at you, as she plants a firm hand on her hip and bats her eyes
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>"do you like it?"
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>ohmyfuckinggod.jpg
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>your legs are shaking below you and your body feels like it's burning
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I-it smells nice
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>she walks into the other room
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>"I got somthing else as well"
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>holy shit I can't even right now
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>your basically dieing over whatever this odor is at this point, this is evil, what ever this is, Satan himself made it
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>she walk out in an red and white apron
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>oh god she knows
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>your fingers are digging into the wall and she smiles evily at you
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>"since your mom is gone and we have the place to ourselves-"
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>the apron looks nice on her you think, it even lessens the extreme pain you pelvis is feeling right now
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>she does a twirl
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>"I figured I would make somthing nice"
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>she's naked
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>all except for the apron, she just did a full nude twirl infront of you
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>your vision blurrs
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>next thing you know she's pinned down on the wood table
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>and your panting so hard you might pass out
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>you can only grunt
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>"I figured that Feral Odorizer at the sex shop would do its thing"
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>she moves to kiss you but the only thing on you mind right now, is painting her insides, with all 7 inches of your dick
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>you lunge around her kiss clamping down on her neck
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>"A-Anon th-that hurts"
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>your sick throbs harder as your pants begin to rip
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>whatever was in that Odorizer was really fucking with you body and right now your dick was getting bigger as you got stronger
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>you suck on her neck as you erect cock stands at 13 inches
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>it feels like your dick is going to explode
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>the suckling on {wifu}s neck sure was nice, but you know what's nicer
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>"anon c-could you let go of my neck?"
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>you release you bite and look her in the eye as you let her sit up
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>she chuckles nervously
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>"Ano-"
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>you sling her up by the waist holding one of her legs up to your shoulder
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>{wifu} yelps as she is immediately drop onto your dick
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>she gasps for air as her face is frozen in a mix of shock an pleasure
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>a stream of drool trickles down her cheek as she twitches
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>your dick, buried full length into her body throbs, stretching her tight pussy to its limit all the way around your two and a half inch cock
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>her breath shaking as she breaths slowly
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>you pull your hips back preparing for another thrust
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>her eyes widen as her teeth clench
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>your dick throbs as it grows again
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>she groans painfully, unable to speak
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>thrusting in again you drop her leg into a doggie position, holding an arm and her hair
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>you keep a slow rhythm as you pump in and you of her tight cunt
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>{wifu}s head drops as her tongue hangs out, saliva streaming out
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>she grunts with eats thrust,
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>your dick grows longer, stretching into her womb
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>grunting with each slow thrust her eyes tear up as you stretch her insides
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>her body seizes up and her pussy tightens around your cock spewing liquid onto the floor
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>you groan as your cock finally stops hurting
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>you pick up the pace
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>her breathing pace quickens as she moans in lustful pleasure
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>you wrap you arm around her lower abdomen lifting her up as you reach below her apron
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>you trap a boob in your had and nibble {wifu}s neck
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>groans turn to pleasure moans
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>your rythm quickens and her breasts bounce back and forth
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>pinching her nipple you clench your teeth
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>your getting close you your limit
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>your bodies collide over and over as the sound of balls slapping ass resonate through the house
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You hold her elbows and pump into her body
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>her groaning and grunting become more lewd each passing second
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>with a final strong thrust into her
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>{wifu}s stomach buldges out
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>her body twitches wildly as she orgasms
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>her pussy tightens around your schlong donger while you release you load into her
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>her body slowly bloats with each throb is jizz pumping into her body
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>you both hold there as she goes limp and your balls pump more and more into her
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>not a single drop drips as her stomach bloats more each passing second
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>finally you pull out and drop her onto the table
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>her legs hang over and flex as a guyser of semen erupts from her private parts
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>she pants hard as exhausted on the table
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>your dick begins to soften when your nose pick up on an all too familiar scent
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>you hear your mother and her two friends walk through the door
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>"Anon! Happy birthday we have a suprise for you!
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>your dick hardens to full mast once more
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>it's breeding season in the Anon household
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>and your the alpha
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Fin
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Anon
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>It's Rarity, your favorite sub-slut.
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>fucking whore is so low and nasty, she'll do anything you order her.
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>You spread your cheeks and practically sit on her face
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>You rub your parted crack, up and down on her face,
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>and feel the musk and sweat from the day's work waft off of it.
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>”M-Master d-darling... I--”
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“Shut up, you slut. Did I say you could talk? What is your role right now?"
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>”.....”
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“Good girl, You can speak, as long as it's to say what your role is.”
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>”I... I'm... m-my role...”
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“Spit it out, whorse.”
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>”M-my role is to clean your asshole.”
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“Good slut. Now I don't want to hear another word out of you until my asshole is cleaner than your whore mouth.”
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>you feel her tongue come out and diligently
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>Warm and wet, you feel it drag across your perineum, slow and hesitant at first
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>You drag your crack up and down, making her wet your entire nether crevasse with her saliva
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>heated, you grind hard against her and moan, prompting her to equally force her tongue out harder as well
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>you feel its crease, its musculature, each tiny little bump of her tastebuds as she runs it repeatedly across your asshole.
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“Deeper, Rarity. Get in there.”
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>You feel her begin to force her tongue from the tip into the center of your sphincter, and wedge you apart.
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>You flex and contract, letting her ease her tongue further into your rectum until you feel that odd spreading, wet feeling of something foreign entering you.
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>does enjoying having a girls' tongue up your ass make you gay?
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>You make a note to yourself to ask Jeeves later.
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>It feels strange, but incredible.
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>It wriggles and flexes inside you, and you can sense her absolute revulsion, yet intimidation to keep going lest she displease you.
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>Her tongue is inside you. Her muzzle is buried in your ass, you doubt she can even breath, but you don't let her up until you're about to cum.
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>You can feel her giving out from the strain. The soft warm rubbery skin and thin fur of her muzzle feels amazing against the tender skin of your inner taint trough.
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>You jerk off at the feeling. Your head rushes, you can feel yourself coming to a climax.
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>Just as you finish, you suddenly get up off her face and swiftly turn around.
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>Having hardly gotten to breath during your rigorous ass munch training session, she gasps for air at the same time.
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>As she sucks in breath, you ejaculate violently into her gaping mouth.
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>the next few seconds are of her hacking and coughing your cum back up.
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>You may be a dominating, brutal asshole, but you're not literally pony Hitler, at the very least, you patiently wait for her to finish her coughing fit and regain her composure before you continue.
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>”I'm sorry, mast--”
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>You smack her across the face.
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“Bitch. If you're going to spit and cough the precious gift of my seed all over me, I'm going to give you a different treat. You won't like it as much, but you WON'T spill any. Is that understood?”
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>She wimpers and nods.
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“Open your mouth again.”
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>Trembling, she opens. You forefully grab her by the jaw and hold her face up towards you.
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>You place your now limp cock across her lips and wait.
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>You sigh, relax, and sit in satisfaction as she struggles to hold still and wimper as you piss across her tongue, right into her mouth.
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>It collects, and quickly fills, so much that it touches against your dick, which makes you pull back a bit and pinch off the flow. You don't let go of your hold on her jaw.
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>She looks up at you expectantly, waiting, trembling, holding her mouth under you wide open and full to the brim with your dark yellow piss.
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>you can tell she must be waiting for you to say 'swallow'. She knows it, and she'll probably be glad to do it at this point, just to get it over with.
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>You just smile down at her and wait several agonizing seconds as she trembles in shame and disgust.
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>Her eyes begin welling with tears.
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“Good toilet. Now hold it there, just like that, but don't swallow, you don't deserve to yet.”
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>She winces, her face turning green, straining breathing through her nose while she struggles to hold her humiliating position.
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”I can't let you greedily swallow my gift down until you've cum for me.”
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>You walk around to her other side.
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>You run your fingers over the diamond impressions on the soft, smooth fur of her haunches.
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>You spread her legs.
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>the dark, bare skin of her inner nethers is wafting with heat
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>You look at her face, and she looks up at you through winced, tearful eyes.
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>her face stained yellow and wet, her nose wrinkled in disgust, but still holding her mouth open, filled to the brim with your piss.
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>seeing her in this disgraceful state makes you rock hard again.
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>You grab her ass and pick her up by her flank
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>You lift her up so she's just at the right angle for you to tease her.
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>You rub the tip of your head along her lips, starting at the bottom
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>she is already winking, closing and pinching around you every time you move it
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>You briskly tickle against the clit
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>she begins moaning through her filled mouth.
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>She gargles piss each time she moans.
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>a little spills out the sides
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“RARITY, WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT SPILLING?” You warn her in dangerous tone.
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>She is straining to keep composure, breathing loudly through her nostrils.
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>You push in.
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>She begins to sway up and down with the motion, struggling to hold it in her mouth and keep her head steady as she moans and gargles to the rhythm of your thrusting
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>Her eyes roll back in her head.
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>You try and keep your thrusting steady, but the sight of her is too much.
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>you pull back, ramming it close to her clit and slamming it all the way
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>Rarity cums all over your dick, covering your crotch in steaming squash soup
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>You cum too, feeling the warm heat of your jizz lost inside her own torrent of fluids
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>In the fervor of her orgasm she quickly swallowed your piss down and moaned loudly into the room.
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>You both come down, Rarity's breaths ragged through her now empty mouth
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>She sounded both absolutely disgusted, and satisfied with herself
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>She smiles up at you bashfully.
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>”DD-Did I do, good, dear?”
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“You did well... next time don't spill any and I'll treat you even better." You pat her on the head.
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Anon
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>The arm bands are actually just elastic cargo netting for fruits.
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>Her ball gag is actually a magically enhanced never ending lollipop
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>You roll her over and find she has a good sized dildo held in with the rope.
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>Find it all well and good.
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>Start to run a wing along her face, gently talking about some small things at work in the Rainbow Factory
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>How you fell into a vat of green paint
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flyingishardyowhenyou'reaplainsapeinanotherlife.tif
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>She just giggles at your new color
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>Wraps her forelegs around you and lets go.
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>Cargo netting flipped inside out and now pins your wings tight and pulls your legs back suddenly
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>You fall muzzle down ass up in this and are a bit surprised
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>She just keeps sucking on her gag enjoying the strwberry cheescake flavor
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>Takes to walking around you, various props and toys appearing and disapearing to some long winded story she is telling but the gag kind of ruins it all.
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>Finished she returns to your shapely rump pushing at the sides as she makes them perk.
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>THe room goes fairly quiet now, you can hear the vibrator is on through her bulged stomach.
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>Except it wasn't on just a little bit ago or making quite such a racket
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>She puts it to your muzzle, pressing gently on your lips with it.
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>You open to respond and she pushes it in all the way.
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That'snotavibrator
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Itsamagicstallion
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Throat now bulging you realize you've been had, you're going to have sex with ponk tonight, but she is fucking you!
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>Gently a hoof returns to your rear and begins tracing around your ponut, tip tracing down to your clit and teasing the inside folds
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>She just keeps tracing and dipping, stretching and warming you up from the unexpected nature of all this
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>You just deal with your wings flexing against the netting and keep sucking cock
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>You're anon, you fucking love sucking dick
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>Suddenly you feel something push into your maregina
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>Pinkie is giggling loudly now as it suddenly pops inside of you and pushes itself into a new home.
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Anon, I'm having creampie for dinner, want to help me make it?
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Anon
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>Be Anon in Batquestria
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>It's like Equestria but they're bats instead of ponies.
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>Twilight Glimmer accidentally sent you here during a party at Canterlot U.
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>Someone dared her to shove all her magic out into their horn while they did the same.
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>They both exploded and you got sent here by the wizardsplosion.
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>Worst of all, they ruined all the refreshments.
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>Stranded in a strange world, you knew what to do.
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>You called Princess Bat Celestia using the number Princess Celestia gave to you.
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>Who then, being a Princess Celestia, tried to get herself some ayyylien booty.
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>Which leads you to now.
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>You're about to fuck a bat for the first time.
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>You're tying Princess Bat Celestia to the bed and smacking her around a bit because she's a kinky little thing.
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>And dick goes in the hole.
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>Today had it's downsides, but it looks like it's going to be a good day overall.
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Anon
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Don't bite!
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>slave pone bites dick
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>no damage but hurts as hell
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>what do?
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>Take dick out of her mouth
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>Put it in her ponut
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>use ring gag
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>fuck throat
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>keep pone gaged
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>feed only liquids until cock sucking improves
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> In permanent muzzle and ring gag
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> Force her to eat from an inverted straw, like those hamster water bottle things
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> Train her with electroshock and incredibly spicy foods until she is considerably more skilled.
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> Eventually take the gag out
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> But first, show her an alligator clip
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> A heavy, spring-loaded one
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> Make it clear that if you ever so much as feel teeth on your dick again, she will go through all of this again... only this time, with that clip on her clit
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>First, show her an alligator clip
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>A heavy, spring-loaded one
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>Put in on her ear
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>Pone starts crying and screaming
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>Wait for her to stop screaming
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>Just crying is fine, she looks cuter like that anyways
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>Then show her a dozen more alligator clips
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>Tell her to resume sucking
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>Punish mistakes and lack of enthusiasm by adding alligator clips to sensitive places
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Anon
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“...In times of old, the spices used on this plate alone would have cost more than an entire army. Nations would have gone to war over shipments of them. Your family’s estate would have been bankrupted for a single taste. Yet we offer it to you. Why is that? What makes YOU deserving of a meal that was once the envy of kings?”
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>Octavia looks down at her hooves, withering under your gaze.
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>She fights with her tongue as she no doubt searches for the right words that will please you.
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>It’s rather...endearing, how hard she tries to make you happy, despite her sun-bleached upbringing.
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>If more ponies were like her, your return wouldn't have had to be so violent.
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>Finally, she finds her voice, “Empress...I’m not.”
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>You narrow your eyes.
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>Rather than heed the warning she’s been given, she continues stumbling blindly down that path.
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>”I don’t deserve to have anything more than grass clipppings and water.”
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>...
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>She tries, but half the time what comes out of her mouth is inane garbage.
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"Are you claiming that We erred in our judgement? That you understand the place of ponies better than your Empress? Pray tell, where has Our understanding failed? Where have you gained this secret knowledge which even Our Crown is not worthy of possessing?"
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>Her ears sink down as you verbally pierce the earthen veil that blankets her mind.
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>Like a foal caught misbehaving, she hunkers down, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks as she struggles once more to respond, “I...I don’t know what you’re talking about, Empress. Please, I was just answering your question!”
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“We did not ask you IF you were deserved this meal, We asked you WHY you were deserving. Is there is something you have kept hidden from Us? Some secret you have deigned Us unworthy of knowing, that would damage you in the eyes of the crown?”
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>”No, Empress, of course not!” She throws herself at your hooves, her voice threatening to crack.
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>“I would never try to hide anything from you! I’m sorry, I just-this dish-the smell, it overwhelmed me, and I-”
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“Then answer Our question, Melody, or We will replace you with a maid who can TOLERATE the presence of Our meals..”
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>Were it any other pony, your word would have been final and she’d be gone.
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>But...you can see her heart is in the right place, even if her mind is not.
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>...Unless she ACTUALLY believed you’d fall for such a thinly veiled excuse…
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>For now, you’ll assume she was just panicking, as she is wont to do.
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>She goes back to wrestling with her tongue, faster this time.
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>Good.
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>At least she realizes she’s burned through your patience for the night.
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>She opens her mouth to give what will no-doubt be an asinine response that you will proceed to mock, when another, more masculine voice rings out.
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>”Octavia, what do you think you’re doing here?”
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>It’s your Beast.
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>With a start, she twists around to face where his voice had come from, her mouth agape while still leaving a fear-filled, pleading eye on you.
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>You find yourself having to suppress a smile.
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>She has no idea who to answer first!
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>The idea of invoking either of your wraths, should she choose to answer the other is too much for her.
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>The poor thing’s mind has shut down!
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>Before she has a chance to arrive at the correct conclusion (which is of course to inform him of your will), your human enters the room, his scowl vanishing the moment he lays eyes on you.
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>Your smile tears free of its chains.
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“Aaahh, Ogre, your timing is impeccable. Would you care to join Us for dinner? Our chefs have prepared a most exotic dish.”
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>He may not be able to fully appreciate just what you’re offering, but…
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>It’d be rather nice to enjoy a meal with the two beings who have managed to most earn your favor.
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>”No thanks, Empress. I already ate.”
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>It takes every ounce of your self control to keep your ears from drooping.
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>He’s...rejecting you?
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>No, no of course not, he’s never done anything like that before.
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>He must be put off by the garish smell from your meal!
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>You knew such a bombastic, overly hedonistic dish was a bad idea.
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>Coming from his backwards culture, it must be as though you have gold flakes covering your food!
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>He’s not impressed by your opulence, he’s disgusted by it…
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>”Is that MY maid?” He jabs a claw towards the still-paralyzed Octavia, “I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t interfere with my property.”
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>You bristle, the combined insults being too much for you to bare,
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“Do you forget Our crown? She is as much Our property as YOU, Henchman, and We shall do with her as We please!”
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>Glaring at him, you silently dare him to challenge your authority.
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>But rather than meet your challenge, he raises his paws in surrender, “Of course, Empress. You’re right, I’m sorry.”
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>...
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>This is why he’s your favorite subject.
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>Along with the wonderfully brutal ways he invents to punish your most wayward subjects.
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>”Can I get her back now? There’s something I want her to see.”
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>The cowardly mare has still barely moved.
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>If she can’t bring herself to speak normally around you both, then she doesn’t deserve this meal.
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“We are finished with her. Do with her what you will.”
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>Looking at Octavia, he jerks his head, rousing her from her stupor by commanding her to follow him.
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>...
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>Your Brute needs to see that you command her just as much as he does.
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“Maid. Do you forget your place?”
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>Her ears slip down as her cheeks flush.
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>Your Beast gives you a questioning look as she leaves his side, almost galloping back over to you.
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>As her lips meet your hoofguard, your grin returns in full force, your gaze meeting his.
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>With your ego satisfied, you return your attention to your meal, sparing Octavia only the barest of acknowledgements as she mumbles in apology.
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>As they leave, you pick at your food.
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>What was once a climactic explosion of flavor is now a gaudy, wasteful miss mash.
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>It’s disgusting.
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>...He chose her over you.
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>You asked him to spend time with you, and he instead left with HER.
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>He rejected you.
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>You!
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>The most powerful pony that has ever lived, the living Empress, she who gives life to the stars, the one who brought him to this world, gave him everything, a title, slaves, a place in your castle…
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>And he chose a plain, earthen mare.
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>Because there was “something he wanted her to see.”
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>He had already rejected her before!
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>What could POSSIBLY be so interesting as to pull him away from you?
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>You eye the disgusting mess your chef tried to serve you.
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>Your appetite’s gone.
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>Disciplining the chef for his callous disregard of seasonings can wait; you’re going to see what it is, exactly, your beast and maid are doing together.
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>Melding into mist, you fly through your castle unseen, soon reaching your two favored subjects.
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>As they work their way down to the dungeons of the castle, your Brute grills Octavia, demanding to know what you were doing with her.
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>He seems rather…pleased when she talks of how you degraded her, reminding her of her place in the world.
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>...Or is he disgusted?
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>His alien face can be SO difficult to read!
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>They stop at a door-you rematerialize behind them as he unlocks it.
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>”This is it. You’re going to love this, it’s hilarious.”
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“What, pray tell, are We going to love?”
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>The two of them jump at your words.
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>Octavia whirls around, her legs almost collapsing under her as she lays eyes on you, “E-empress! I didn’t realize you were accompanying us!”
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>Your troll is less deferential in his surprise, “Aah! Dammit Nightmare! Couldn’t you give me some warning the next time you do that?”
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>You ignore their protests.
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“Were you planning this to be an exclusive event, Ogre? Did you think We would not enjoy seeing whatever it is you wish to show off?
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>”No, Empress, of course not! I just...figured you’d think I was stupid for finding this amusing,” The Brute backpedals
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>It is as poor of an excuse as the one your maid tried earlier.
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“We are always fascinated by your crude attempts to assimilate yourself in Our world. Now show us what amuses you so.”
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>Octavia, upon seeing that she is not the subject of your wrath, slowly raises herself once more,
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>”...You’re right, I should have asked if you wanted to join us. The other day, the Cult captured this pony. Apparently she caused half of Ponyville to be destroyed by some sort of monster.”
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>He pushes the door open to reveal a blue unicorn mare, her nose black, gagged with a bridle and strapped to a breeding rack.
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>She looks up at you, a spark of hope at once igniting and dying as she realizes who you are.
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>...
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“We fail to see what is so humorous about this.”
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>Looking out of the corner of your eye, you see your maid shares your feelings.
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>”My lord? Why is the fur on her nose black?” Your maid ventures.
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>The Ogre looks between the two of you.
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>While his ears do not broadcast his emotions, you can still watch his confidence waver,
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>“She...likes to call herself great and powerful, I was going to show she was no more great than a bitch in heat...that’s irrelevant now. Back here’s the funny part.”
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>You could put an end to this right now.
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>But...your curiosity has gotten the better of you.
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>With a bit of magic to prod your maid into accompanying, you follow your Brute.
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>The bound mare cries unintelligibly, begging you for undeserved mercy, her bonds rattling as she struggles against them while the three of you move around behind her.
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>The Beast talks over her, “I was going to break her in the usual way, when I found… ”
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>He grabs her tail, the mare freezing up at once, save for a low, wordless whine.
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>”This!” He yanks her tail high, revealing…
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>What in the name of your stars and moon?
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“Champion! To Our side at once!”
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>Flaring your wings in alarm, you grab ahold of Octavia with your mane, she yelps out as you pull her to safety.
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>Letting her tail go, the Brute growls out, “If you don’t want to lose that tail, you’ll keep it raised, Trixie,” before joining you.
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>”Well? Isn’t that hilarious?”
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>You position yourself to shield both the human and your maid from the...anomaly, a bulwark for your subjects.
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>”...No, huh?”
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“Ogre...that is...NOT a marehood under her tail…”
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>It’s…
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>”I don’t understand what’s wrong,” Octavia gasps out in your grasp, “She was just born a colt.”
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Anon
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Ponies were not the first to inhabit the magical land of Equestria. In fact many more had inhabited it before the land was even magical. Giants, Slepnirs, Centaurs, Weres, Weindigo, Rotherpottami, all these had left their mark on the land, under it, and a few were even over it. Hidden temples, sacred groves, ethereal chimes, all had a secret, a story to be remembered. Daring Do had made it her goal in life to discover and catalogue these secrets, to remember the past of the world before ponies joined it. This had long been a perilous task for the tan pegasus, but recently she had come to have an acolyte, the brash but ever curious Rainbow Dash.
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For now the pair were deep in the Mexicolta jungles, looking for the long lost Piranzee tribe and their temple to Conquestual. As happened on these adventures, Daring Do had injured her wing and kept the pair from simply flying around. She did her best to hide it, but the simple fact was Dash had fallen asleep on and left it quite numb. Not that it would have helped, the canopy was thick, and the air heated and muggy. Any chance of flying would have been short lived and useless in finding the temple. So the two had opted to walk, or in Dash’s case hover, around the floor as they searched for clues too where they were supposed to go.
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“Are we actually going anywhere? I’m pretty sure we passed that tree several times now,” Dash frowned as she pointed. “Maybe we’re in a maze outside the temple, like the time you had to recover the tapestry from the Teloadicks!”
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“We’re on the right track, I’m sure of it. See, we passed the prismatic waterfall, and you fought the ghastly gorge keeper-“
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“That I did!”
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“Anyways, that puts us here in the jumbled jungles of Agamanon. Besides, I thought you liked spending time with me, Dash?”
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Dash’s wings locked up and she settled to the ground, her muzzle blushing. She tried speaking before the explorer put the map in her mouth and started trotting back into the undergrowth. Her head slammed rhythmically side to side as the machete ate a path through long dangling vines and colorful brush. She eyed the trees, looking for a clearing to setup the tent. The sun was beginning to set and the day was winding down. She knew they were close to the temple, but it was not wise to wander in the dark. The setting rays of the sun glinted off something nearby, catching the attention of the pair. Interest in going slow vanished as Daring Do knew that the height meant it was artificial; possibly even the subject of their search.
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Emerging into a clearing, they found a giant statue of jade surrounded by a cone of long spent torch holders. Daring Do felt something odd pass through he mind as she studied the statue from a distance. She gulped and folded her ears back, something was not right here she thought.
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“Haha yes, treasure!” Dash pirouetted through the sky exuberant at what she thought was the end of their hunt.
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Daring continued to study the statue, ignoring the celebrations going on behind her. It was easily 4 times her height and she saw no apparent seams on it. She could only surmise the entire thing had been sculpted from a single piece of jade. She gave it a light rap with her hoof and found it very solid. There was no way she would be able to take it with her. She started thinking of some way to get it off the ground, but even with Dash’s help it would be too much. Her mind kept focusing on what she could do as she took in more of the piece.
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It was of mare, or at least what would pass for one. The body was proportioned almost properly, but there were a series of enlarged breasts running down the belly. Maybe it was some sort of mostly pony hippogriff? She thought. What really sold it was the orb floating between the ears. Just staying there with no support and it seemed to be flowing in on itself. Daring kept her hooves far away from that, she had learned well enough not to touch strange floating magic items that she runs across. Her desire to have something from the find though was clouding her mind, she would not leave without having something from this find.
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Rainbow Came from behind and broker her from her reverie. “You aren’t thinking of taking that with us are you? No way we can move it!”
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“We could take it piece by piece, then reassemble it at home. We don’t have any other choice. We need to be with it.”
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“NO! Daring are you listening to yourself, we can’t do that! She’s too beautiful.” Dash shoved a hoof to her mouth when she realized she had yelled at her idol over an idol. “I what, I’m sorry I don’t know why I…” Daring cocked her head. There on the flat of the pedestal was Equestrian. Dash read it off to her earthbound companion.
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“Grant me your gaze, and you shall serve for days.”
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“Well that sounds sinister, Daring I think we should go. Daring?” Daring Do had begun to remove her shirt already, her hat placed carefully on the ground. Dash’s fears were true, the statue was doing something to them, and she was starting to like it.
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Anon
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>Full on robots, with FPGA-implemented adaptive neural network based on brain scans of the real ponies? Buying a universal robo-pony body and then downloading your waifu's personality into it would be pretty neat. Kind of like having a moving and talking plushie.
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To steal something I saw suggested elsewhere:
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>Download wA.I.fu into robopone body
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>Savagely torture her until she is completely and totally broken
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>Make her understand there is nothing you will not take from her
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>Pause A.I.
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>Reset personality settings to defaults for her archetype
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>Leave memories of everything you did intact.
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>Restart her, leaving her in a "normal" state but objectively aware of everything you did to her
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>Threaten to begin again
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Then they got inventive:
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>What if you completely break her, then tweak her personality to make her completely and hopelessly in love with you? She actually, no-shit loves you but is still aware of everything fucked up you did to her
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>Then someone else personality-tweaking her to implant a desperate need to fuck you, but any time she does her memories of what you did become accessible
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>Watch her be torn apart by the conflicting desires to have you in her and terror caused by those memories appearing
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Anon
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Heres your warning before you get triggerd: Its Femdom
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>"Rarity, how do you keep Anon so obedient? "
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>"It's very simple Fluttershy, show her slave"
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> You yank the trousers of your butler suit with your underwear down then put your hands behind your back, presenring your locked up cock
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>"What is this supposed to be? "
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>"That, dear, is called a chastity device, it keeps him from pleasuring himself"
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>"And only I could take it off"
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>Fluttershy lifts one of your swollen testicles and your tubed up penis drips on her hoof
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>"He looks so full, when was the last you released him?"
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>"I never did darling, the only relief he gets is from me milking him from his back door"
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>Her magic presses the buttplug in your ass twoards your prostate
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> Fluttershy pulls her hoof back as you release a couple of spurts
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>"Silly me, I forgot to say he was last milked two months and a half ago"
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>"Ooh you're such a mean pony Rarity"
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>"I know darling, I know"
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Anon
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>Be princess luna
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>Suffer from an infection in your marehood since your return
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>Even if it was cured one day, it will show up ind the next day
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> Partially because of your unsanitary ways
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> None of the palace's doctors knew how to stop this
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>One day, an alien 'horse doctor' called Anonymous, suggested a procedure to reduce your chances of being infected agian
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>He called it Caslick's procedure
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> It involved stitching the upper part of you valva shut
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>You don't know why, but you found his suggestion extremely arousing
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>After having it done to you, you masturbated till you got cramps in both of forehooves and a horn ache
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>And something totally unexpected happened, It actually worked
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> Now the only you can think of is what other weird things can he do to you
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>And how to make him do it
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Anon
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>I'm sorry master I'm sorry, please forgive me, I beg of you.
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Your dungeon, this dungeon was in shambles.
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All because of the sodden earth pone caterwalting at your feet.
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You looked around, wood splintered lumber string enough for a ship sat in chunks.
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Leather bindings sat torn on her mid.
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Not fine supple leather to admire a flank under, no.
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This was rough leather, three pleats thick and rivited with steel.
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You had put some love into, if only in that whacking things was one of your kinks.
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The only thing that had survived were the wrought iron manacles and chains you had taken and cold forged to her fetlocks.
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You had not been gentle then, the maul had felt blood that day.
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But perhaps now would be good, she was already apologizing.
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Then, she had broken your toy.
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You hooked a finger under her jaw, tip balanced on the bone.
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A bit of presure guided her red tearied eyes of fear and dread up to yours.
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You tipped back, finger now driving into the soft flesh under her tongue.
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No one could say your boots moved, few would even look, but you had become much closer, more imposing on the prisioner.
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She started rolling back, her haunches bore her weight, then soon only her hooves.
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Your arm was now clearly up and the room half covered, yet for it all statues were faster and more lively.
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Your cape alone seemed to remove any wind around it.
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Then, and with a ferocity much greater, you leaned forward, feet flying and rammed her into the wall, hand braced on her breast.
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Your hands are fast, painful, and unrelenting.
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Her mane is wrenched in a fist dragged along the wall as your face looms over her.
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"I made that. Days of work from these hands were spent crafting it. The sweat you feel, the ache of your chest was nothing to that time."
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You release the mane and drag a hoof up, chain clattering.
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"A week I spent forging these from ore, the fire burning all as I prepared them. A drive in me to see the end."
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You grab her muzzle, pulling forward with it.
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The kiss was gentle, your off hand rummaged her belly and played in the fur.
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She returns it, lips parting as she embraces and pulls into you, setting the scene off some.
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It was worth it, your mare may have destroyed the toys, but she was still your beloved Applejack
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Anon
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>Be Celestia.
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>Know that ponies make for poor soldiers.
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>Gryphons to the East.
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>Changelings to the West.
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>Dragons to the South.
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>Yak-Yaks to the North.
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>Your alicorn sister is gone.
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>You can't hold the borders on your own.
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>Your kingdom won't last a decade.
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>Need another solution.
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>Tell your ponies to breed like rabbits.
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>Make everypony bring the first born foal from every litter to you as a sacrifice for raising their sun.
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>LoL, you still can't believe they actually fell for that fairy tale.
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>Take the sacrificed children.
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>Send them to the neighboring nations as a tribute.
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>Get everyone used to keeping pony slaves.
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>Make their economies virtually dependent on a steady supply of free labor.
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>Everyone benefits from your kingdom's continued existence.
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>If one of them were to attack you, the other three would intervene not to lose their tribute.
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>They hate each other too much to band together and carve your kingdom to pieces.
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>Create a carefully maintained equilibrium of power.
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>The setbacks are harsh, but you can mange.
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>Establish fertility rituals.
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>Call it Hearts and Hooves Day to make it sound nice.
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>Make breeding mandatory for all mares of fertile age.
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>Ride all the dicks.
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>Yes, literally ALL of them.
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>There are dissidents.
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>Round up the dissidents into internment camps.
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>Rename internment camps to public breeding stables.
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>rape
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>Start lying to your neighbors about Equestria's actual population size.
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>Only give away the the least desirable offsprings.
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>Reintroduce the most fertile sacrifices back into your own population.
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>Slowly grow your nation's numbers over a thousand years.
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>Guide the evolutionary process towards creating a species of absolute sluts.
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>Willingly condemn almost half your people to sexual, domestic or chattel slavery.
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>Create a blooming society.
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>Forever establish ponies as slave species.
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>You are the best princess.
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Anon
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>your slave squirms and squeals pathetically
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>you're holding day-old dirty socks to her muzzle
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>her eyes are watering
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>"I can't breathe," she says
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"I know."
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>"This isn't sexy any more!"
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"Maybe not for you."
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>it was a fiendish day
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Anon
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>tfw you will never drug and kidnap Sunbutt, then playfully >rape her while she begs for more
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...if you think of her as IRL horse sized, this gets hilarious very quickly.
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>you have privately arranged with her that you will do something for her sex life
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>and also get her out of a really boring regional conference
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>you wait in an alcove for her to pass, armed with a tranquilizer gun
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>shoot her in the butt as she walks by
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>she looks at the dart in her butt, looks at the tranquilizer gun, looks at you
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>"Ow. Are you serious?"
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>shoot her several more times
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>she's half-collapsed on the floor, her eyes crossed, mumbling
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>dammit
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>get the chloroform and rag out of your backpack
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>this is taking a lot longer than you thought it would
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'>she's squirming pretty hard, and she's stronger than you, too
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>it takes several minutes, it's not like the movies
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>you keep having to pour more chloroform onto the cloth
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>eventually she stops struggling and sort of lies there in a horse-shaped puddle, eyes open but glassy and blinking a lot
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>you wave your hand in front of her face
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>no response
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>now you have to take her away
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>you try to pick her up
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>oh
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>she's the size of a real-world horse, if a small one
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>she's a lot bigger than you
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>you're going to need a wagon for this
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>and a winch
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>and some ponies to pull the wagon
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>hmm
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>some time later you come back with the wagon
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>you get back and she's back on her feet, looking ill
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>"I don't know what that stuff is but I haven't had a hangover like this in two hundred years."
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>at least you can have her climb onto the wagon
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>no one questioned why you were bringing a wagon into the royal palace, which you thought was odd, but ponies are trusting that way
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>you have her lie down and cover her with a curtain
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>you get the bottle of chloroform out again
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>she sees it and her ears fold back
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>"Please, no more. I'll come quietly."
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>so you're straining to the wagon with half a ton of Princess in it
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>tranquilizer darts still stuck in her butt
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>sweating, straining, slowly moving down the crowded street in Canterlot traffic
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>who kidnapped who again?
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Anon
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>It's been a while, hasn't it?
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>When you made your way to Equestria, you did what anyone else would if given the opportunity.
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>Rape.
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>But of course, there was more to "rape" than just waiting for a chance to pull one of the adorable talking marshmallows into a bush.
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>First, you had to prepare.
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>You've made your home in the Everfree Forest, where it was nothing out of the ordinary for a pony to go missing, and where the plethora of other monsters provided you with an alibi.
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>You befriended a rhyming zebra who taught you alchemy, and only once you learned how to brew the potion of amnesia have you claimed your first victim.
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>The poor thing couldn't even tell what happened, when she stumbled out of the forest a week later, tired, confused, and profoundly sore.
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>After that, you've raped another, and another, and another repeating your ploy until the ponies eventually wisened up to you and sent their heroes to investigate.
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>That's when you knew you had to stop... for a time.
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>You've gotten too greedy, too impatient, and it would do you no good to be caught.
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>Plenty of things have happened since then, and for the ponies, you've become nothing more than a scary tale of a mysterious bodysnatcher to be told around a blazing campfire.
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>But now you are back, and once again ready to kidnap and rape.
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>The nearby village of Ponyville buzzes with more life than ever before, some ponies you know, some you've never even heard of, but you are sure they will satisfy you all the same.
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>It has been two years since your last attack, and now the only question is:
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>Who should be your first victim?
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>The prettiest and meatiest catch would, of course, be Princess Celestia herself, however...
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>You must admit that kidnapping the ruling monarch might be a bit beyond your capabilities right now.
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>Luckily if it was something white and elegant you were craving, there were other options that could scratch that itch.
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>And the Ponyville's fashionista, the element of harmony, was well within your reach.
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>All it would take was a bit of patience.
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>You spent the next few days stalking.
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>She has a younger sister and plenty of friends, which could theoretically be a problem, but the mare knew how to relax and kept her spa days just for herself.
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>... As long as you managed to keep her from screaming, nobody would notice a thing.
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>Covered by moonless sky you knock on her door, rhythmical trotting of her polished hooves soon drawing close.
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>The second the door opens, you jump at her and knock her down.
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>Taken completely by surprise, you have her pinned on the floor and flailing her hooves before she even knows what happened.
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>She screams for help into your hand and her horn flares to push you off but dims just as fast as something very cold and very, very sharp presses against her neck.
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>Her eyes go wide while the rest of her body becomes still.
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>With a self-satisfied smirk, you threateningly drag the knife up from her neck and over her jaw and cheek, before resting it across the base of her muzzle.
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"Try anything, and I'll ruin your perfect face."
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>Using your free hand to undo your robes, and let them fall on the ground, revealing the rest of your inequine physique and you already awaiting member.
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>A frightful whimper emanates from her throat as every muscle in her body grows tense.
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>If she was terrified before, you did not have a word to describe what she was feeling now.
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"Did you think you could just walk around like that and there would be no consequence?"
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"Dolling yourself up, teasing people and driving them mad with lust every day."
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"Did you really think something like this wasn't going to happen?"
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>You chuckle grimly and flap your dick on her crotch, giving both of you a good look on just how deep you could go.
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>"Nnnn, yyy cnnt..."
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>You ignore Rarity's muffled protests and slide into her love hole.
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>Warm velvety flesh envelops your cock, pulsing with a rapid heartbeat and barely contained panic.
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>"Stop! Pull out! Don't go any deeper!"
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"I know you want this... you couldn't wait for someone to come and put you in place."
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>You grunt and put both your hands on her hips to hold her down and stop her from squirming away.
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>She whines and cries, but her body tells you a different story.
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>You're almost all the way in before she starts feeling in any way tight, there's no doubt that she was well experienced in taking a dick.
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>"No, I don't want this! Stop! You're raping me! It hurts!"
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"Then who were you dressing up for? You don't have a coltfriend!"
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>"STOP!"
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>Her resistance turns from an enjoyable struggle to an actual interference, and her hooves batter you again.
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>"I don't want this! You're insane!"
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"Liar!"
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>You bark back at her, lifting your knife high in the air.
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>Shrill shriek comes out of her throat, as she sees the blade-clenching fist barreling towards her abdomen, unable to do anything.
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>It impacts knuckles first, burying deep into her stomach.
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>Her scream turns into a guttural *hurk* as the air gets knocked out of her lungs, and her innards are forced to move out of the way, to make room for your hand.
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>Her wide, blood-shot eyes, stare at you in shock, her tongue rolled out of her mouth.
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>It takes a few seconds for her mind to reboot and realize that she was as of yet, not dead.
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>For now.
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>Her previous wailing turns into full-blown cries of pain, as the effects of the impact start to settle and creep through her gut.
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"That scream's gonna cost you, bitch."
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>You furiously growl and reach, blade-first, for one of her ears.
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>"NO, PLEASE!"
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>She coughs as she struggles to breathe again.
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>"I'LL BE GOOD!"
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>"I'll admit it! I-I'm a tease a-a slut! You were right, I'm a slut!"
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>She stammers out while flailing her hooves around her head as if she was trying to swat a fly.
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>"I-I want this! Ple-ease, You don't have to hurt me..."
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"I knew it... I knew you are nothing but a dirty whore."
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>"I AM!"
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>Rarity sobs out loud, practically choking on her tears and nods her head frantically.
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>Slowly, you put the knife back down and lay on your back, grabbing Rarity with your other hand to pull her upwards.
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"Then show me what you want."
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>As you shift into the new position she winces and groans, rubbing her tenderized stomach.
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>Despite that, she immediately gets to work at figuring out a position that will make your divergent anatomies compatible, while hurting her the least.
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>You don't rush her and she eventually decides for a cowgirl and saddles herself on your dick.
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>Spreading her legs wide, she circles her hips as she slides down onto you, grinding your length against her walls.
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>Though her thighs have to do most of the work, she puts her forehooves on your chest to help herself rise back up, and starts riding you at a slow measured pace.
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>It takes a while for her to get comfortable taking you all in, but her true nature clearly shines through.
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>Despite her initial protests, she does not stop impaling herself ever deeper until she envelops you whole, offering you as much pleasure as her body can possibly provide.
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>Her pussy ripples with skill and waves of flesh wash over you like warm tender waves of the rolling ocean.
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>She looks you in the eyes with a wide and hopeful smile.
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>"This feels good, right?"
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>You answer with a satisfied groan and hold back the urge to close your eyes and lose yourself in the moment.
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>She increases her tempo and you grab a fistful of her luxurious mane, causing a drawn-out moan.
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>"I-it's okay... I like this, I like this."
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>"You can pull on it if you want..."
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>You do as she asks and force her to get closer, your grip breaking some of her stray hairs and pulls out a few others.
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>She takes her hooves of your chest to embrace you fully, whining and moaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
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>Her movements become more profane and animalistic, no more caring for technique nor elegance, she starts simply slamming herself onto you with all the speed and strength she can muster.
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>Yanking on her mane you don't let her hold anything back.
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>Her breathing becomes erratic as starts showing signs on exhaustion, and the dull pain in her gut no doubt grows more prominent being upset with every one of her thrusts.
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>But it does not take much longer for your cock-sleeve to achieve her goal, and coax you to orgasm.
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>She breaks eye contact burying her face in your chest as you cum deep inside of her, releasing your load into her womb, her body dutifully accepting your gift.
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>She continues to move even as you cum, clenching down on your cock and milking you for every drop, before finally coming to a stop.
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>A minute passes in near silence as both of you lay down and pant heavily, broken only by Rarity's sporadic choked-back sobs.
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>You let go of her mane, and allow her to push herself off and crawl a few paces away, white ooze still leaking from in-between her legs.
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>Black mascara, smeared by and tears and snot, runs down her face tarnishing her formerly pristine coat.
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>She sniffles again, trying to regain her composure.
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>Her eyes look at the knife still set in your hand, then she slowly raises them up to you, silently pleading and asking a question she does not dare to voice.
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>Are you done with her now, or is there something more she has to suffer?
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Anon
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>Rarity squeals and whimpers as you paddle her tush, her butt rippling with every spank
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>you hold her down tightly on top of your lap while her body wriggles uselessly, desperately, as the hairbrush flattens each buttock
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>tanning her butt a darker and darker crimson
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>her hooves wiggle and try to kick, but they are pinned in between your legs
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>her raspberry red butt sticks up in the air, and every desperate buck of her hips as the hairbrush torches her buns only serves to bounce her cheeks invitingly up and down
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>SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK...
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>Rarity howls and begs incoherently, the fire in her naughty flanks now building up to an impossible heat
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>muttering, gasping, wailing while the sound of the wooden brush walloping her bare bum continues and continues
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>little blue bruises form right on the curve of both cheeks, but you just keep spanking the brush with the same force right on top of them
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>Rarity hyperventilates, and she starts to feel slippery from sweat
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>the panic starts to set into her, as she realizes that no matter what she does, no matter how much she squeals, no matter how much she wiggles and bounces her hips, the hairbrush never stops...
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>until finally, after the 30 minutes is finally up, you deliver the last, two hard SPANKs to the bawling mare's now blistered buttcheeks
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>Rarity gasps and wails hard enough to retch over your lap, but fortunately nothing comes up
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>you hold her fiercely wriggling body down tight, letting the volcanic heat from her torched bottom radiate and make it impossible for Rarity to find relief
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>She gibbers uncontrollably, trying to reach back to touch her bottom, but you pin her hoof to her back
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>Rarity moans with dismay
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>you take a handful of her mane and pull, bringing her head up
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>"Are you going let me use your tailhole like a good little tailslut now, Rarity? Or do I need to use the belt?"
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>Rarity shakes her head wildly, muttering no sirs and promising to be a good girl
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>you smile
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>and then, you begin to undo your belt
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>"weeell... it can't hurt to make sure."
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>You fold the belt over, and when Rarity hears the jingling of the belt in your hands and the sound of leather, she starts furiously shaking her head, and starts to ramble out more promises to be a good girl
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>the GOODEST girl
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>but you don't listen.
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>you raise the belt and lash it down across the blistered cheeks
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>WHIP, WHIIIP, WHIIIIIP...
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>Rarity now shrieks with the new punishment, and her begging turns to weeping
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>pinned to your lap, bent over, and sticking up in the air, Rarity's perfectly framed butt silently begs you for more punishment
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>even if Rarity herself is simply begging for you to stop, her bottom is simply too helpless and exposed NOT to spank even more
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>Two dozen licks later, and you finally stop spanking the naughty mare over your knees
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>Rarity is a gibbering wreck, and now she lies limp except for the slow, drunken figure 8 her striped butt is now dancing on your knees
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>you grab her mane again, causing her to gasp
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>"Now Rarity, it's time for me to stick THIS..."
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>you reach behind you, and grab the hard, acryllic plastic buttplug you have been saving just for her
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>it has four distinct balls, progressing from small to largest, on it
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>you hold it in front of her weepy eyes, and when she sees it, she moans hopelessly
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>"right up your tailhole."
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Anon
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>You walked down the hall, your footsteps echoed along the way.
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>The guards head of you, opened the door separating the main prison, from the new joins block.
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>”She’s in cell seven boss.”
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“Thank you boys.”
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>This side of the jail was always a lot more sunny than the rest of it.
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>Maybe it was the lack of time new inmates would spend here before being moved to their cell.
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>You emerged into the holding cells.
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>Two guards stand at the entrance from processing.
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>A small whimper can be heard as your footsteps came to a stop.
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>You waved one of the guards over to you.
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>The pegasus mare flew up to you.
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>”Yes sir.”
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“What is her i.d. number?”
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>You point towards the sound of the whimpers.
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>”Inmate 4267. The same one who broke out a month ago, sir.”
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“Thank you officer.”
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>The mare saluted you, and returned to her station.
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>You stretched your neck for a bit before you moved to the scared pony.
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>Maybe it was your restraint that kept this side of the jail so clean.
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“Inmate 4267, welcome back.”
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>The mare didn’t respond, she didn’t even look at you.
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“4267, you do remember how to be courteous right?”
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>”My name is Tulip Petal.”
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>The mare spoke to the wall.
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“4267, do I need to teach you to be courteous again?”
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>The mare glanced at you, and lowered her head.
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“Let’s try this again, shall we?”
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>The mare turned to face you, while keeping her head down.
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“Inmate 4267, welcome back.”
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>The mare glanced to the side.
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>”Hello, warden Anon.”
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>You rolled your shoulders back.
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>She still held hesitation in her response.
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>The sound of hoofsteps drew your attention to the left.
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“Looks like we got your cell together, but I’d like to ask you a question.”
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>You waved over to the guards, the pegasus mare coming over again.
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>”Yes, sir.”
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“Open the cell, please.”
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>The mare inside scooted away as far as the cell would let her.
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>You walked in after the cell door was opened.
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>The mare shrunk herself as small as she could from you.
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>You reached down, and pulled her face towards you.
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“Inmate 4267, what is the rule of my prison?”
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>The mare looked away, avoiding your gaze.
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>You tighten your grip on her chin.
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“4267, what is the rule of my prison.”
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>The mare started to cry, but she looked at you.
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>”D...Don’t fuck with you.”
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“Correct.”
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>Your tighten your grip again, causing the mare to winch in pain.
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“Did you know that, breaking my prison, hurting my guard ponies, and breaking my trust in you, 4267.”
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>You throw the mare’s face to the side.
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“Now I know that I am very forgiving man.”
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>You could hear some of the guards chuckle outside.
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“So I am willing to give you another shot.”
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>You moved out of the cell, as a guard moved in and placed a spreading bar at the base of the mares back hooves.
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>The mare was silently sobbing, choking on her tears.
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“You broke my trust in you over a month a go, so I think a month as C blocks cock slut should allow me to trust you again, 4267.”
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Anon
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Agent 47 is a minor character from a popular story on SPG. He's a slave owned by a private security company with the fond memory of once being bred in reward for a mission well accomplished. Here is a little one shot of that incident told from the mare's perspective:
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>Nothing
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>That's what you are
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>Powerful nothingness
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>Capable of bringing something out of nothing
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>You remember a hazy eternity ago being resistant to the idea of being nothingness and the void
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>But you don't remember why you could ever imagine that
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>And you have absolutely no idea why you'd be resistant to anything now
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>How can nothing put up resistance to an idea?
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>That's just silly - all ideas eventually become nothing anyway
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>But the void can be filled, and enjoy being more than nothing for a moment here and there
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>The force of life always wants to fill the void
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>There is pleasure in that
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>Of course when it comes to life pleasure and pain are the same, which makes perfect sense
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>Even though you have a hazy memory of being uneasy with the idea some time ago
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>Back before you understood the projection of your nothingness was simply a means for the void to be filled
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>Even nothingness can be aware
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>After all, nature abhors a vaccuum
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>It takes energy to maintain
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>Your projection has to eat, drink and actually have some kind of input to absorb into your nothingness
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>In order to maintain it
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>So you're able to remain nothing instead of just dissipating away and becoming part of the background noise of the universe
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>Which is not nothing, but your eventual fate
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>Until then you can hold fast knowing you are the void - nothing - pure
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>Except when interracting with the life force playing with your projection
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>Sometimes it's pleasurable, sometimes it's painful
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>Often it's both
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>Life force is like that - capricious
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>Nothingness is constant as long as the projection of nothingness can be maintained
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>And life force needs nothingness
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>You're sure of that, though at some time you weren't
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>You're getting a little tired of maintaining the projection
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>It's not as easy as it used to be
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>She spends a lot of her time being pregnant or being whipped for not being so
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>Both remind you that nothing is still alive, but both are hard
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>Giving birth is hard, even if it is just a projection
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>And the projection is having a harder and harder time accepting that's just the order of things
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>It wants to be around beyond nursing them, which you know is nonsense
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>But it takes a lot of effort to separate the projection from reality
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>You're begining to look forward to the day your nothingness can just dissipate into the background noise of the universe
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>And you can let go of the projection
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>You're aware you have to earn that day
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>And for now you're actually proud to be that void from which the life force increases
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>You feel the void is hungry again
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>Not in the superficial way of the projection's stomach being empty, but far deeper
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>Still reflected in the projection in a yearning need to be filled
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>"Nothing?," a voice comes to you in the darkness, "It's time"
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>Not too long ago you would have responded with "Yes master", but you're past the need for such formality
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>The blindfold comes off the projection and the light is blinding for half a minute
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>He indulges the weakness of your eyes as they adjust then leads you to the stall
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>There the projection is gagged and tied to the form so that the viod may be filled
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>Today will be pleasure, the pain will come later
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>"We'll get you taken care of now," he says gently as his hand on you mane brings you into oneness with the projection
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>You flag your tail and and feel your marehood wink as you hear hoofsteps approaching from behind
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>You may be gagged and tied down, but you can still turn your head to see him
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>A large, muscular brown stallion obviously excited to see you
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>You are excited to see him as well, and do your best to let it show, given your situation
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>You will be nothing again very soon, but for this moment you're a mare - a mare who's about to be bred!
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>You feel his weight on you as his stallionhood frantically pushes against you searching for your...
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>THERE!
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>He found it
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>You feel his teeth on your ear and practically melt as he slamms into you
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>Filling the void, then growing inside to stretch you from the inside
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>His teeth release your ear and leans his head into your neck
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>He's so warm
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>A few delicious thrusts and you feel him grow even bigger, his flare mashed against your cervix, threatening to rip you apart
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>As you ripple around him lost in pleasure you feel him pumping into you
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>It's just a few moments, but it feels like eternity
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>This is the purpose of your existance - filling the void with the seeds of life
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>At some point you realize he must have pulled out of you, dismounted and left, though you have no clear recollection of it
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>You feel the blindfold being put back on and you slip back into sweet darkness
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>It's a releif to be nothing again after all that stimulation
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>You feel them untying the projection and leading her away
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>You feel the wet leaking from her as she walks
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>While you retreat back to nothingness, maintaining only the effort needed to keep her following along on the leash
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>"Did you enjoy that, nothing?," a voice asks
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>The projection is still gagged, so the question is obviously rhetorical
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>Regardless you make her nod
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>The voice responds with a satisfied chuckle
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>"Of course you did"
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Epilogue:
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>When you get back to your stall you back in slowly
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>And wait for the gag to be removed
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>Hands touching you accomplish the task, leaving you drooling in the drakness
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>The blindfold will be left on, of course
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>Because there's nothing to see anyways
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>But you wait turned around in your stall because you know what is coming next
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>You hear the sound of a zipper and drool some more, knowing what's coming
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>It's the same thing every day, and you open your mouth to greet the familiar intruder
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>Fully hard already and tasting strongly of precum
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>Obviously he liked watching you be bred!
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>You like the taste of precum and cum
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>Or maybe like is too strong a word, but it's reassuring after such a stimulating day
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>You keep your tongue moving against the cock fucking your muzzle
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>And you can tell by the sound of his breathing this will not last long today
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>There it is!
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>An everyday taste as much as clean water and hay
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>More seeds of life into the void
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>These can't amount to anything, of course - they're wrong kind of seeds shot into the wrong place
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>But no matter, the void is accepting
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>The void is always accepting
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>You keep your tongue lapping against him until he pulls out
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>In spite of knowing better you allow yourself a moment's anticipation
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>Apple or carrot? Which might it be?
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>Both are good, but apple is better
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>Sometimes there's neither, but usually you're given one or the other
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>You allow yourself to hope it's not nothing today - the projection would really like a treat
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>Carrot! Today it's carrot
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>You crunch it up in a matter of seconds, it's gone in two swallows
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>Yay!
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>You feel hands removing the leash, and you know the rest of the routine
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>You slowly step forward and turn around so you can enter the stall facing the proper direction
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>Remaining in darkness, but you know the dimensions
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>You know where the water and hay are, the exact distance between the walls
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>You can be nothing again, and the clamness washes over you
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>Even the unexpected slap on your ass fails to rattle you
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>You are safe for now and there will be no more pleasure or pain today
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>Just sweet nothingness until the projection falls asleep
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>She's unlikely to distract you between now and then, the carrot made her happy
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Anon
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>The all-powerful Princess of the Sun
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>Bridle forcing her head down in a submissive mockery of a bow
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>The bit, reducing her speech to nonsense - unless you allow it
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>The reins, hiked around her dock to force it up
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>Exposing her to your leering vision
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>Hindlegs forced apart, leaving her unable to shut them against any assault
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>One leg bound up, forcing her to focus every moment on keeping her precarious balance
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>Her crown, the golden symbol of her rule, hanging from her sensitive teats - forcing her to feel every moment she didn't keep that balance
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>So exposed, so vulnerable, so aware of her movement - and you're going to make sure she is squirming quite a bit indeed!
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Anon
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>I'd sure love to have a bridled-up Twily to pin to the floor and snog.
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Look at how flustered and uncomfortable she is. Having intimacy forced upon her, unable to close her mouth or hide her tongue. Left only with the option to just letting it happen or tongue wrestle, making all the better for her attacker.
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She could try to push the attacker away but her hooves are too weak. Especially because she is not using them at full power, and she doesn't understand why! She thinks she want to fight back as hard ass he could, but her body is telling her no. The creature on top oh her is so much bigger, so much stronger, and right now it's having fun, just playing with her like a toy.
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If she fought back for real... the creature might get angry, and become violent as well. Step on her throat or twist her joints till they pop out of their sockets. It's a fear of pain, raw and animalistic. And her body understands it well, and won't allow her to put herself in that danger.
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She wants to fight, but all she can manage and all she can manage to do is whine and struggle. She could do more, but she's compliant, and she hates herself for it, for not fighting back as hard as she could and letting this happen.
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And all she can do is hope, and beg whatever fate there is, that her attacker will be satisfied with invading just her mouth. Because if they were to claim any more of her... she didn't know how she could go on with her life knowing that she didn't try to stop them.
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Anon
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>You are woken up by something tickling you at your stomach.
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>Something you quickly identify as the familiar feeling of a soft and well-kept fur.
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>Nothing to be concerned about.
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>For a while you absentmindedly stare at the ceiling, and just enjoy not having your day started by a beeping alarm.
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>It is... peaceful.
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>You nearly drift off again, but a movement in your bed brings you back into reality.
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>"Good morning, master!"
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>You're greeted by a big-eyed pony using your stomach as her pillow.
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>Her eyes glimmer with excitement as she smiles at you.
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"Good morning, Starlight..."
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>You lazily scratch her withers right behind her mane.
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>She hums a happy note and you return to staring at the ceiling again.
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>It's still too early to be doing anything else.
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"How long have you been up?"
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>"Aaaa-bout half an hour, I think?"
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"Hmm..."
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>You acknowledge her without any real answer.
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>When she realizes you're not going to talk anymore, she rolls off of you and onto the bed.
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>You move your hand away offering her neither resistance nor help.
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>Haphazardly, she starts to move, clumsily squirming forwards and filling your ears with the rattling of a chain coiled around her neck.
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>The gratifying sound of a struggling slave.
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>With all four of her hooves cuffed tightly behind her back, she moves gracelessly, her efforts further frustrated by sinking into the body of the mattress.
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>She doesn't give up though.
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>It takes her minutes, but eventually, she manages to move far enough to rest her head on top of your shoulder, panting lightly.
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>You reward her herculean effort by wrapping your arm around her, copping a feel of her rump, and pulling her as close as you can.
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>She'd probably hug you if she could.
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>Oh well, can't expect her to do ALL the work around here.
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>You turn towards her, put your leg over hers, and complete the embrace by putting your second arm around her as well, resting your hand on the back of her head.
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>She feels... warm.
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>With her head resting just under your chin you feel her vibrate with excitement.
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>It's the best feeling in the world.
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>Her horn is straight in front of your face and you can't help yourself.
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>Pursing your lips, you blow a thin stream of air straight onto her bone.
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>"N--nnn-nghh!"
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>She shudders and tries to pull away, a movement which you promptly deny and hold her in place.
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>"Mmm--aaaaa---st--eeeeee--rrrrrr!!!!"
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>She moans, flexes, and squirms in attempts so weak and futile they're adorable.
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>"Sto--oooo-o-p!"
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>You do and move your hand to give her horn a rub with your fingers instead, scratching the itch you just helped to create.
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>She shudders again.
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>"Hnnnngggh...."
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"Does this feel better?"
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>"Yy-ssss msssstrr..."
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>She nods her head just a tiny bit and lets out a few sounds that would have probably been words if her muzzle wasn't smushed against your neck.
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>Using her horn as leverage you pull her head back and lean in for a kiss.
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>Your lips meet hers, and moments later, she's pushing her tongue past your teeth.
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>An action you acknowledge by giving her butt a firm, hard squeeze.
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>She interprets it as encouragement and starts to tongue wrestle you with more vigor until you decide to pull away, holding her head still to make sure she doesn't follow.
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"That's enough Starlight."
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>She whines in disappointment, and her deep amethyst eyes plead with you with a longing, jilted, puppy-eyed look... but she doesn't say a word, and neither do you.
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>Instead, you push her head back down against your chest and return to hugging without teasing her any further.
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>You pet her mane and whisper sweet nothings and words of encouragement into her ear until every muscle in her body relaxes, and both of you can enjoy a slow, peaceful start to your day.
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"Bring me the cane."
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>A few hours later you are both out of the bed and you go over the basics with her.
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>She mouths you the hurty-stick, and you flex it and swish it through the air to make sure it still works.
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>It's a move as instinctive as giving kitchen tongs a few clicks.
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"Face down, ass up, front legs behind your back, hind legs wide apart, and tail as high up as it will go."
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>"Yes, master!"
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>Without hesitation, she assumes the position leaving her rear presented and temptingly exposed.
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>You gently tap it with the thin, forgiving end of the stick and give it a gentle rub, giving her plenty of time to recall the sting of braided wicker.
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"Ready?"
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>"Mhmm... um, I mean... Yes, master!"
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>She does a thing as close to a nod as she can without compromising her position.
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"Good."
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"What are you, Starlight?"
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>"I am a slave, YOUR slave, master."
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>You lift the stick off her bottom, put it back down, and continue asking.
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"And what is it that you do?"
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>"I do... everything you tell me, master?"
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>You lightly tap her with the stick again and formulate your question better.
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"What is your JOB, Starlight?"
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>"My job is to make you happy, master!"
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>That's what you wanted to hear!
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>You tap her ass again.
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"What does make me happy, Starlight?"
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>"Honesty, Obedience, and Respect."
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>She recites the principles you taught her, and you reward her with another painless tap.
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"And what is it that DOESN'T make me happy?"
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>"Carelessness, Secrecy, and... being Pushy!"
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"Correct."
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"You're doing a wonderful job so far, Starlight."
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>"Thank you, master!"
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>She beams and you reward her with more symbolic strikes.
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"Are you a good pony though?"
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>"I wan...n-no, I am not a good pony... master."
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>She seems to wilt and her tail lowers for but a moment, but she remembers herself before you correct her.
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>"But I can make up for it by being a good girl and being a good slave."
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>"Your slave, master."
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"Yes."
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>You tap her ass one last time and squat down to pet her head.
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"You've improved very much since I got you, Starlight, and you ARE a good girl."
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>"I cast blood-fire!”
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>”My goblin gains double strength, and attacks your queen."
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>She puts down a spell card and returns two of her tokens back inside the mana pool.
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>You look at the board, then at her, then check your cards again.
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>They're the same as they were five seconds ago.
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"My queen, my queeennn..."
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>You think out loud how to save yourself...
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"My queen hides behind the palisade, and SURVIVES your attack!"
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>"No, she doesn't," she says matter-of-factly and taps her hoof on the blood-fire spell for added emphasis.
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>You check your cards again.
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>They still haven't changed.
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"My queeeeen... gets an iron halo, increasing her defense by one, THEN hides behind the palisade and survives your attack."
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>"Yes."
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>She nods affirmatively and you discard your palisade, iron halo, and the mana token you used to cast it.
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>You're losing.
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>Two rounds later she wipes you off the board and puts an end to your attempts at defending the Lands of Asterion.
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>An event both of you celebrate with some ice-cream.
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>"That was fun!"
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"It was."
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>You feed her another spoonful and she happily munches on it.
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>"Ww cfffd..."
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>She swallows.
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>"We could both use two armies, and play a full game next!"
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"Not really..." you grumble.
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>"W-why not?! Pleeeease, master?!"
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"Elves don't really work if they know what cards the other armies have, it makes their whole spy guild pointless."
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>You're not being salty that you lost.
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>Whoever designed the game made sure that the factions were not only balanced, but also that they played off of each other and had to be deployed in the correct order.
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>Just like in the original lore.
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>"Ngggrhh..."
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>She grumbles as well, realizing that you are right.
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>Both of you know that the knife-ears can only be played with a full table.
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>"Maybe you could call Nito?"
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"That's SIR Nito to you and no... he and his girl are busy this weekend."
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"Went on a trip somewhere, or something... I already asked."
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>"Sorry, sir Nito, master."
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>She apologizes to you and you feed her another spoonful of ice-cream to let her know you don't really mind her slip-up in the slightest.
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>She's right though, the game is more fun with more players.
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>You just... don't have any.
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>None that would let Glimmy sit with them at the playing table as well.
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>You slouch and eat the next spoonful of ice-cream yourself.
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"Mhmmm… there was that new teahouse that opened in the center, recently."
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"I heard that they had ponies for staff, maybe there'll be someone who'd like to play with us... if you're interested?"
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>You don't even need to look at her to see her hesitation and the worry on her face.
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"I'll go check it out on my own, and if it's all okay, we can go there together."
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"Sounds good?"
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>"..."
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>She can't be lying if she doesn’t answer, and you don't force her to.
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>You always tried to make a clear distinction between good and bad, a punishment and a reward, the master and the slave.
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>But unfortunately, sometimes things can be a bit more... complicated.
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Anon
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AI Story
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(You glance down at the mare, a bit of evil sparks in your heart.
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“Hmm, I’ve got a few I can spare..”
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You dig in your pocket and pull out 20 bits, massaging and flipping them in your palm
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The mare's eyes sparkled with hope, most likely thinking about her next meal or a blanket for the cold manehattan nights.
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“But...I think me and you can come to a compromise, if you know what I mean.”
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The mares gleeful expression quickly turned to one of worry, made evident by her facial expressions.
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Her look of worry was replaced by one of pure desperation, as the cold wind blew a mighty breeze that almost flipped her cardboard box she had taken to calling home.
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The dark alley was illuminated by a single lamp bolted into a brick wall, a one way alley essentially.
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At one end was the road, ponies could be seen going about their business as the city never sleeps.
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The other end consisted of a green dumpster overflowing with garbage that has created a perfect spot to set up a box to sleep in.
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Why you were down this alley, no one knows. We all know you were looking for some cheap ass
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After taking in the surroundings, you look back down at the mare, her obvious embarrassment of knowing what you meant by “compromise” written clear as day on her dirty soot covered face.
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“Do you have a name?”
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”Y-yes, Glimmer. Starlight Glimmer.”
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You smile.
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“Well starlight, I have 20 bits here in my hands.”
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You roll them around in your palm, making a nice chinking sound.
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“My only problem is, I don’t particularly like giving handouts, or hoofouts for free.”
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Your smile turns into a wide grin, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
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You kneel down, taking a look at the mare.
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Her hair is a mess, most likely due to the months of being unwashed. Her fur is matted, but none of this is an issue to you.
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Your eyes travel down to what leaves you wanting.
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Her flanks.
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You almost blow your load just looking at it.)
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(For a pony that’s living on the streets, you can help but notice it’s thickness.
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Her eyes meet yours, and she covers her rear with what remains of her tattered blanket.
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You turn to her and look her in the eyes.
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“You and I both know what I want. You’re more than welcome to decline, but you may never be this lucky on getting a sack of bits this big ever again.”
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Your words cut like razors, as the water works started to come to life.
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With no words, just sobs, she crawls out of the box and sits on her haunches.
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She looks at your feet and back up to you with a pleading look.
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You smile, letting her know you're getting what you came here for.
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You lead her to a blind spot in the alley, an outcove where a door used to be, but has long since been boarded up.
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You undo your belt and let your pants drop down to the floor, your member pressing and straining against your underwear.
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You grab her by her greasy mane and pull out your erect cock, stroking it slowly.
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Her sobs become more labored, but it only makes you even harder.
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“Open your mouth you little whore.”
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She still has her head down, but with your hand still in her mane, you yank back, forcing her to look up and yelp in pain.
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Your tip pushes her lips apart and soon half of your dick is in her wet warm mouth.
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You groan in pleasure as her sobbing creates a vibration, causing you to buck your hips a little.
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Slowly you pull her head towards your groin and back, feeling her wet slick tongue engulfing your rock hard cock.
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This continues for a few more minutes, all that can be heard in this alley are slurping noises and muffled crying.
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Eventually, her mouth becomes too much for you.
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With one swift thrusting motion, you jam your cock in her throat and hold her there.
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Your vision turns black as you empty your balls into the back of her throat. She squeezes her eyes shut and you let out a loud groan as you finish.)
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(Satisfied with the trial run of her mouth, you pull out, spit dripping from your shaft and tip.
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She gags and coughs, but you grab her throat.
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“Swallow it.”
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She complies, as you feel her throat contract and expand.
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”C-Can I please h-have the bits now?”
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You do not reply, simply spinning her around and pushing her shoulders down so that her ass is up in the air.
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”W-Wait I-I don’t want-“
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Your cock is no longer interested in anything coming from her mouth.)
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>You mount and trust into Starlight Glimmer’s pussy as the sound of screaming and crying invades your ears.
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You enter into her sopping wet snatch as you begin to thrust. She squeals each time you do.
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> You continue to thrust.
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Her juice is warm and slick as you begin to enjoy the feeling of her snatch wrapped around the entirety of your throbbing member.
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She places her head on the floor, and begins to wail, feeling the vibrations of her cries as your member rubs the inside of her lips.
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> You trust into starlight glimmer's pussy harder.
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Your heavy member slams into her, causing her to moan. She begins to wail the more you slam into her.
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"Please... Please stop."
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You continue slamming into her as she cries and begs.
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> You start slamming into starlight glimmer's pussy faster.
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The wet sounds of your member slamming into her are drowned out by her wailing. With each slam, you can feel her lilacs pulsating.
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"Ple... Please stop."
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The pleas are growing weaker as your member is enjoying this. With one more hard slam, you release your seed into the inside of her snatch.
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You can feel every spurt as it is released inside of her.
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"AAAHHHHHH!"
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She screams, feeling your hot liquid filling her up. Her body goes into convulsions as her muscles contract and spasm.
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"Ah... Ooooh..."
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She pants, her legs trembling as she feels her quaking climax being brought on by you.
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>You stand up, pulling out of her
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and watching the puddle of blood-tinged fluids that was left.
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"Get... Get off of me... Please..."
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> You say "You want those bits don't you?"
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She nods as tears stream down her face.
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> You prod her ass with your heavy member as Starlight notices which hole you are about to enter.
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She gasps as you start to jam your member into her backside.
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"Noooo!"
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>You go all the way in one one thrust as Starlight screams some more.
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You feel your member enter her as your groin crashes against her buttcheeks.
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>You ram your member into her as she screams,
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the heavy member smashing into her.
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"AAAAA...!"
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You slam into her again and again.
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"Please... I don't want to die..."
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You ram into her as your member sinks all the way into her, leaving only the very tip inside of her.
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> You pull all the way out and slam back into her.
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You feel your member entering her as you ram it back into her. You can feel every ridge in the heavy member as it's smashed against her.
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"A-ah! Noo...!"
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Over and over you continue ramming into her as her body bounces wildly.
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"Please... N-no more..."
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> You start spanking her flanks as you thrust.
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You spank her lily white cheeks as your member is smashed against her, the two of you creating a thick wet slapping sound. Every slap sounds out as you continue pounding into her.
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> You slap her flanks harder.
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A loud smack is heard as the slap lands on her butt, your member slamming into her.
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"ARGH!"
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You spank her as you slam into her, the sound of flesh smacking flesh filling the air.
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"Please... No more... I beg you..."
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> You spank her until she is red.
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You spank her butt until it's a deep red, the slaps sounding out as she squirms about on the floor.
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"Aaaah! No more, no more, please stop!"
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> You pull her hair.
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You pull on her hair, yanking her head back as your member slams into her, the wet slapping sounds of flesh filling the air.
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"ARGH! Please stop, I'm sorry!"
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You pull on her hair as you continue slamming into her, the two of you creating a thick wet slapping sound.
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"*sob*... I'm sorry... I... Can't... Take it... Please..."
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> You grab her flanks in a death grip.
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You grip her cheeks in a death grip as your member is smashed into her, every slam creating a wet slapping sound.
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"NOOOOOOO!"
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> You keep thirsting into her tight small ponut.
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You keep your grip on her as you start pounding into her, the two of you creating a thick wet slapping sound.
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"Aaaah! Argh! No more...!"
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You continue thrusting into her as she gasps and whimpers, your member smashing into her. You feel yourself nearing your end as you ram into her. She starts to scream as you finish, your member exploding into her.
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>You make final slams into her ponut.
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With your member buried into her, you slam your member all the way into her ponut, your member exploding into her and giving you an instant climax.
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"AAAGH!"
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A long and thick strands of white creamy liquid spray out and cover Starlight's flanks and the floor. The pungent liquid fills the air as you breathe in its horrific fumes.
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(You pull up your pants and tighten your belt.
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Looking down, you take a look at what you just did.
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The purple mare was on her side, not a sound emanating from her.
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Her ponut and pussy leaked your seed and pooled at her flank.
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Her flanks were red from the slaps and death grip you had on her as you emptied out your balls inside her.
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She curls up in a ball and begins crying again.
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You reach in your pocket and throw the bits on her, walking out from the outcove and down the alley.
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As you reached the street, you pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a pull of that sweet nicotine.
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You raise a hand for a cab and get in, looking back to the alley as you tell the driver where to go.
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She stumbles out and looks up.
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You only smile and give a wave as the cab drives off into the night.)
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...
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AI Story based on this: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/421541/fall-of-the-crystal-empire-cadence
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(Well, Cadenza... Are you ready for round two?")
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Sombra asked, as the stallion stepped over to her, a sick grin forming on his face.
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"No, I'm not! Stop!" She pleaded weakly, even as she felt his hoof grab her and pull her up.
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"Come on, we're not finished yet." He replied, even as the Princess felt his hooves gripping her flank, before he gave it a rather hard spank, causing her to yelp and wince in pain.
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"I've been waiting a long time for this opportunity... and I'm NOT letting it pass me by." Cadence's eyes widened, even as she felt one of his hooves gripping her flank. She knew what came next...
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"Please! Please stop!" She cried pitifully, even as she felt his mouth descended down onto her.
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Sombra kissed the princess roughly, as he forced his tongue into her pristine pony pussy.
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He began to suck on her cunt as he fondled her flank, and the combination of it all sent the mare into a painful yet deliciously pleasurable relief.
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Cadence's head was filled with pure ecstasy as she experienced the hard sucking of her pussy and the rough tongue penetrating into her. The unicorn's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she gave into the pleasure flooding through her body.
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The orgasm continued to pulse through her body even as Sombra pulled away from her.
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"Aah... You are a spirited one, aren't you?" He complimented, even as he grabbed her again and threw her to the floor.
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The princess huddled to the floor as she felt his hard cock press against her, even as she felt his hooves grab her horn and hold her in place.
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"I can’t wait to hurt you." He threatened, even as he slowly guided his cock inside her.
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Cadence cried out in pain as she felt him violate her Goddess given body. She felt herself stretched around his monster cock, as it went up her tight ass crack.
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She felt as if she was being split in half as he rammed into her. The princess bit her tongue to prevent herself from making even more noise. Even if she survived this, what would happen to her?
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Sombra kissed the pained princess as he started to thrust in and out of her. His hooves held her down against the floor as he rammed into her.
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It wasn't long before the two were making noises that could only be described as demonic. Sombra continued to pump into her as she felt like her insides were being torn apart.
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Sombra made sure to savor each and every scream of the mare, loud as they were, as each push into her brought almost unimaginable pleasure to the cruel stallion, both from the physical act of violating a hole far too small to truly fit him, as well as from the thought that he was utterly destroying the failed princess. He could tell just from her whimpers and how she tried to squirm away from him that she was broken. He loved hearing her beg for mercy, but knew she wouldn't get any now.
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"Do you like that, you svelk cunt?" He hissed as he forced his cock deeper into the mare. "Do you like being fucked in the ass?"
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He slapped her cutie mark as he said this. She couldn't answer. All she could do was try to form words, anything to express the feeling of violation she was experiencing. He always loved to hear her screams, and as such, he would make sure that none were spared.
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> King Sombra slaps her cutie mark hard!
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Sombra slaps her cutie mark hard!
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"Ah!" The mare yelped in pain, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. "Please... just kill me..." She whined.
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The svelk princess struggled under him as he continued to slap her cutie mark, which drew blood this time. He did it again, and again, and again. All the while, he kept pumping into her. Each slap illuminated with a bright flash of light, a new bruise forming under her skin. He continued to laugh sadistically each time he did so. "No, you deserve worse." He breathed onto her forehead as he kept slapping her cutie mark, the slaps becoming weaker and weaker until they stopped. "Worse than death."
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>King Sombra pulled the chain connected to the collar around her neck, causing her to choke.
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The princess began to choke as King Sombra pulled on her chain. His actions forced his cock in further, and she let out a pained scream.
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She couldn't get any air in her lungs as he kept a tight leash on her, and she only got enough in to let out pained whines and pleas for him to stop.
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"Please...!" She gurgled.
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"You like that, bitch?" He asked as he pulled on the chain, fucking her harder as she desperately tried to get enough air to survive.
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She moaned and groaned, her voice becoming more strained as she tried not to scream. Each time he pulled on the chain, she would moan and breath heavily, tears coming down her face freely now.
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In between her gasping, she begged for him to just kill her, but he kept her alive for his own twisted desires.
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"Ah... ah!" She screamed as her tail hole contracted around his cock.
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"Fucking hell...!" He moaned, releasing her the chains choking her throat.
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The princess panted heavily, desperately trying to get enough oxygen into her lungs as she tried to breathe but couldn’t as King Sombra truly started to pound into her ass.
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She shook and shook and shook as he continued to fuck her, the pair of them becoming just a puddle of sweat, grunts, and the pained screams of both parties.
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She'd been fucked before, but she'd never been thoroughly fucked before...
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"FUCK!" The king screamed as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
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She felt his cock spasm as he filled her with his seed, filling her bowels with a coating of his hot, thick cum.
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King Sombra made his final few thrusts as the rest of his cum spilled her insides. He groaned as he finished, pulling out of her and watching as her ass contracted in a motion that forced his seed deep into her bowels once again. He trust his weak member back in a couple more times.
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He pulled her long mane of hair while the princess continued to shake as she was he moved his seed still in her.
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He kept her under him until he was done fucking her, then he released her long hair and sat back. He wiped the sweat off his brow as he looked at the exhausted, fucked princess.
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"Ah... my dear... you are a pony of many talents," he said, quite proud of her.
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The princess panted heavily as she gathered her strength. She was exhausted, both mentally and physically.
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"What... will you do to me... now?" She asked as she looked at him.
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>"Round three, of course."
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King Sombra says as he steps back.
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Cadence looks at him, her long, disheveled mane covering her face. Sombra stares at her, panting.
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"You... you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" She asks.
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"Why wouldn't I?" He says with a smile. "But I’m too tired now. Take your rest. You’ll need it."
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Cadence nods as Sombra closes the door to the dungeon behind him, leaving her all alone. She looks at the room for a moment, then looks at the floor. She places her face in her hooves as she weeps.
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There was no way out of this. She was his now.
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AI Story based on this: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/87174/broken-butterfly
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>Sunset Shimmer is a Unicorn cornered by Umber, Onyx and Tinker at the end of a hallway. They have been chasing her for hours in an abandoned school. There is no pony for miles. Sunset is trapped. Sunset is scared. She forgets she has magic as a Unicorn.
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>Sunset Shimmer asks "what do you want with me?!”
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Umber replies "You! We want you to have sex with us! We want to have sex with you in your mouth, ass and pussy."
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Onyx says "we won't let you go until you comply."
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Tinker laughs "well that depends on what you want to be more accurate."
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Umber replies "Quiet!" as he puts his face next to her's and sniffs "You aren't afraid are you? You smell clean, and... flowery. What kind of scent is that?"
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Sunset tries to scream, but Umber's grip is tight around her jaw.
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>Umber orders her to lick his member.
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The other two join in holding her down and forcing her head forward. She doesn't struggle, but she feels more scared than ever.
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(Sunset obeyed his command, and began to lick the top of the shaft, up and down, receiving moans and grunts from the stallion.)
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Sunset continues to lick his member. She doesn't want to, but she has no choice. The fear of what will happen if she doesn't is enough to make her continue. Eventually he begins to slowly push her head downward.
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She feels sick and humiliated, but in her mind she
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>remembers that she might deserve this for what she did.
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With that thought in mind, she keeps her face forward and continues to perform fellatio on the stallion.
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Soon his moans and grunts begin to increase, she tries to stop, but she is forced down. Umbra uses his hooves to grip her head, and moves her head forward, pushing his member into the back of her throat.
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Umbra says "damn, that's one throat. I'm not surprised. I shouldn’t even be able to fit my entire cock down there."
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Sunset nervously and slowly breathes through her nose, and begins to use her tongue on the underside of the shaft.
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Moaning, the brown unicorn begins to thrust his hips slightly.
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Onix comments "look, she's getting around the teeth now."
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The unicorn bucks harder, moving his hips in a circular motion.
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Sunset begins to gag as she feels the large member invade her throat.
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Soon, she begins to cough and choke as she is unable to breath, as Umber quickly grabs her horn, causing her to yelp painfully. He then proceeds to violently facefuck her, and she can do nothing but choke and gag on his member.
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Trying to let the other two males know she can't breathe, she slaps at the stallion's hooves.
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Umber laughs "Oh ho! Someone's feisty!"
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He presses forward, forcing her head further down his cock. She cries out as she is unable to breath.
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Trying to pull back, she instead ends up swallowing his entire length. She feels sick and humiliated. He continues to hold her head down, as she begins to panic and barely breathes through her nose.
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Faster and harder the stallion beats into her throat, as she desperately tries to get him to let go, and to free her airways.
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Umber grunts and snorts as he suddenly shoots his load down the victim's throat. He continues to hold her head down as she gags and hacks, until nothing but dry heaves remain.
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Reluctantly, he lets her go. She gasps desperately for air, as saliva and Umber's load coats the inside of her mouth. She wants to vomit, but a swift kick to her ribs forces her flat on the floor.
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She hits her head on the stone floor, and she is suddenly very dizzy. She wants to cry, scream, hit something and just go to sleep.
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"Is... is it over?"
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>Suddenly Sunset feels a tongue at her marehood.
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She begins to panic and buck, but it's no use. She feels a mouth on her virgin orifice. It's wet, warm and much larger than her own mouth. She whimpers as she feels it push inside of her. The lips kiss and lick along her virgin slit, the tongue enters her inside passage and the teeth nibble at her inner thighs. She begins to resist, but it's no use.
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She tries to squirm, but he holds her in place as she feels the mouth suckling on her cunt.The tongue moves in and out of her as she is forced to endure this. Her whole body shakes and her eyes water, but the mouth only seems to get hotter and wetter with each passing second.
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He begins to force his tongue inside her, and his hooves rub against her exposed clit. She arches her back and begins to squirm as the familiar feeling consumes her. She begins to whimper, gasp and wriggle as she feels herself coming. She shivers and shakes as a forced orgasm rocks her body. It takes only a few minutes, but by the time he finally lets her go, she is exhausted and broken.
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She falls to her knees with a sigh and pouts.
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>Umbra asks "so which holes do you guys want exactly?"
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Umbra looks to the others for a response.
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"The mouth," Tinker suggests.
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"I'll go with her ass," Onyx says.
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"Then I'll take her pussy," Umber says.
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>Sunset sobs as she listened to them decide over her like she was a piece of candy on Nightmare Night.
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She wanted to scream, cry and hit something. She felt violated, dirty and used. But she some part of her felt like this is her punishment for her past actions. She deserved it, right?
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>Umbra lays on his back and orders Sunset to stand over him.
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She does so in defeat and shame. She looks down at him and he looks back up at her. He grabs her body and forces her to straddle his body. His hooves hold her thighs as she begins to slowly lower herself onto his thick member. She feels like she is being split in half as he slowly stretches her out.
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Her eyes water as she tries to hold back screams of pain. Her face grimaces as she tries to remain composed. She doesn't want him to feel pleasure out of this,
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>even if she knows she deserves it.
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Umbra begins to grind his body up into her own. His member goes in and out of her, as the sound of flesh and fur jostles. Her eyes water as she feels a mixture of pain and pleasure. She tries not to give him any satisfaction over this.
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"Come on, squealer. Let your daddy inside you," he growls.
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"No… please…" she whimpers.
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"That's a good little mare," Tinker says as he grabs her mane and yanks her head towards his member.
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He sticks it in her mouth and begins thrusting as she starts to suck. She tries not to cause any pleasure to him, but his member is so large that it's almost impossible not to create some suction. Her eyes water as she does her best to adjust to him. Sunset cries out as Umber's cock slams into her. She jabs her hooves onto the ground as she tries to dig in for leverage. Meanwhile, Onyx forces her legs apart and goes for the kill.
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>He enters her backside
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roughly as she feels something wet and warm enter her tail hole clearly too big for her. It feels like a closed fist pumping water through a hose. She cramps in her stomach and legs as her body readjusts to accommodate him.
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Onyx begins bucking into her. She feels as though she is about to die.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Take that, you little cunt!" he snarls.
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>The whole time, both Umber and Tinker are thrusting into her.
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She feels as though her mind is going to give out and her body shuts down entirely. She is just a dumb object for these creatures to use. She feels tears streaming down her face as she is left unable to fight back. Her mind flashes back to the night she was given a second chance. She was given the chance to do right,
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>but she chose wrong.
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Now, it looks like she is going to pay the price.
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"C'mon, ya cunt! Take that like a real bitch!" Umber yells.
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Onyx pounds into her roughly as she feels her body fill with another orgasm.
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Tinker pounds into her face even more roughly, truly fucking her face, grabbing her mane and twists it roughly as she feels her face being slammed against his crotch.
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"Yeah, that's it! Fuck! Take it, ya whore!" he snarls.
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The whole time, she has no control over any of her actions. She feels the mixture of blood trickling down from her nose and her tears streaming down her face.
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>Thinker finishes in her mouth.
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She feels his warm, thick liquid being forced down her throat. It tastes metallic.
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"Drink it, whore," he commands.
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She doesn't want to, but she can't resist. She starts to choke as she gags on the bitter liquid. However, she manages to swallow it.
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Weaker than she looks, that took all her strength just to spit it back.
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With her disgusting task done, he pulls out of her throat. She's left feeling woozy and lightheaded as she tries to stand.
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>Onyx begins to spank her flanks roughly as Umber continues to fuck her from below.
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Her mind flashes back to when she was tying to be a better pony. Now, it looks like she was trying to be a better whore.
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She feels Onyx spank her flanks hard enough to leave marks as she screams. It feels as though he's almost breaking her skin. However, she knows it isn't physical pain he's causing, but rather a sort of emotional and mental torment for her crimes.
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"You're nothing but a fucking whore, bitch. That's all you've ever been, and all you'll ever be," Onyx whispers in her ear.
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"Yeah, that's right, whore. We at least have the balls to be upfront about it," Umber adds.
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Her mind starts to go blank as she can't remember what the point of it all was. Wasn't there supposed to be redemption, or wasn't there? Who was she kidding? There was never any redemption for her. She wasn't different. Maybe it was just the method that changed, but she was going to hell wherever she went. She'd betrayed her princess. She'd hurt the people who cared about her. Maybe even her friends...
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"Just sit there and take it, whore. You deserve this. All you've done is hurt people," Umbra say as he starts slamming into her backdoor.
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Umbra's words ring true to her. Umbra fills her backdoor with his member and dumps a large amount of his semen into it. She feels tears pricking her eyes, as she can't help but let out a pained yelp. Onyx pulls out of her and gives one final spank to her flank.
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Sunset is left sobbing on Umbra as he continues to slam up into her. He whispers to her about how she isn't special. That so many other ponies had fucked her in both her mouth and asshole, filling it with their semen. He then starts goading her that 'every' stallion in Equestria will fuck her.
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And that's true. She's not special. She's just another whore.
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And that thought makes her cry even harder.
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Umbra pulls her down and slams hard into her enough to make slaps between them. He spanks her and whispers about how she's a fucking whore.
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"Cunt. You're nothing but a fucking whore," he says as his member starts to get hard once more.
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Then he pushes her flank up and down on his manhood.
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She's so numb at this point that she doesn't fight as he stuffs his manhood in her pussy. He forces her down, as she can't resist. She just goes and lays limp. He starts thrusting in and out of her, like how a real pony should treat his whore.
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He starts grunting, feeling himself getting close. As he's finishing, he whispers, "Umbra always comes inside a whore, like I'm going to waste inside you."
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Sunset lays there, completely unaffected by this statement. It's obviously meant to get a response out of her, but she just lies there in her own misery.
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Eventually, he pushes in one final time and feels up her womb and holds it there. With a gasp, he lets his seed flow inside her. She feels the warmth of it inside her as she climaxes for the third time tonight.
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He pulls out and laughs, "You came again, bitch." Then he pushes her off of him.
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She feels completely numb. She just feels tired. The numbness eventually wears off as she lays on the ground. She's doesn’t even notice them leave. She is too focused on trying to stop the tears from coming again.
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She just lays there, in the empty hallway, feeling the cold tile on her sweaty body. She tries to stifle her sobbing as she clutches her hooves to her body. She deserves this. She deserves this. I'm not a good pony. I'm not a good pony. I'm not a good pony. I'm not...
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Anon
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>"We repeat, this is your final warning. Officials and the Ministry of Order have declared this gathering unlawful."
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>"If you won't disperse in 240 seconds, additional methods of forced relocation will be used."
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>You can't even look at those who are trying to run away without the feeling of disgust.
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>What are those humans gonna do?! They were just standing here, pushing all of you away - it's not like they're capable of anything more than that!
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>The police line, protected by metal shields, was slowly advancing towards a roaring crowd.
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>Those griffons who were trying to attack them from above or even just to take off into the air were immediately shot down by tennis ball-sized rubber rounds, so the rest had to stay on the ground.
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>The man with the loudspeaker finally stopped issuing warnings and raised his hand.
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>Shields were quickly passed to the back rows, now officers had some strange iron sticks in their hands.
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>"Present!"
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>"Take aim!"
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>And that's what they have now? Metal sticks?
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>"Live ammo, three salvos..."
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>"...FIRE!"
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>Dozens of flashes, combined with loud bangs, have turned the whole crowd the other way. >Now everyone was running away, leaving those who fell behind.
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>After the third flash, you feel like something hot has hit you just below your neck, near the base of the wing.
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>Warm blood sprinkles across the right wing, you trip and fall; before that, you see your former classmate, Greber, standing in the same row as you, also hit and falling.
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>You lie on the warm bricks of the square, not able to move your wings or front legs.
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>Utter hopelessness consumes you, you almost start to cry.
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"Buckle the hell up, Gilda..."
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>YOU'LL SHOW THOSE HUMANS WHO YOU ARE!
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>YOU ARE THE APEX PREDATOR, NOT SOME PONY OR OTHER DWE-
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>Another shockwave of pain strikes you and interrupts your speech.
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>And then you see a human.
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>Two, actually, dressed in suits.
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>Their faces are hidden by some strange mask-like things, and they're walking around all the dead and wounded like it's no big deal.
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>They're approaching your acquaintance...one of them lifts up his head.
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>"Male."
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>Second one takes a small metallic thing out of the strange pouch on his belt, fiddles with it and points one of the ends at the griffon.
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>"You know which phrase out of Scarface I love the most?"
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>"Every dog has his day?"
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>"No, no, the other one."
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>"The one that can be applied to my PPK as well as to his underbarrel launcher..."
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>"Say hello to my little friend."
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>He presses something where his hand grips the metal thing, a loud bang is heard, and Greber's head hits the brick again.
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>They then approach you; although you are a predator and all that, the fear of death still sends shivers across your body.
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>The one without the metal thing lifts up your head and looks straight into your eyes; although his hand is in some glove, you can still feel its warmness.
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>"Female."
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>"Oh, finally, god damn it! You take 'er?"
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>"No, I already have a bunch of birds."
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>"Drag her to the Dis?"
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>"Sounds about that."
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>Five or six seconds pass; a sudden shock hits all of your body, your limbs are almost frozen, and everything fades to black.
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>It's not that hard to open your eyes...though you'vd seen beds better than this one.
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>Upon a brief inspection, you find yourself yourself laying on a small mattress among hundreds of other griffons in a large room, most of them with bandages on their bodies.
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>Probably it's in the former palace or something.
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>Both of your wings are connected by some kind of chain, so you can't fly or move them too much.
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>Two ponies and a human, all dressed in grey and with carrying those long metal things, walk in.
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>"Everyone, get up and walk out. You have five minutes."
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>To demonstrate his intent, human does something with his metal thing; a shot in the room produces so much noise that your head hurts immensely.
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>Every griffon in the rooms gets up and starts to exit the room; you all end up in a large corridor leading...somewhere.
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>No one seems to want to talk, so you make your way in complete silence.
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>You're Cpt. Nito, one of the officers dispatched to instill the required degree of obedience into the newly-conquered griffons.
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>And now in front of you is a whole hall of them; some scared, but even more are angry.
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>Your unicorn handmaid levitates the microphone to your right hand and is instantly rewarded with a pat on her head.
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"Ahem."
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>You're not much of a speech giver, but at least you got to explain to those catbirds what mess they got themselves into.
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"This is an official statement from the Ministry of Justice."
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"You all were arrested and charged with repeated assault on police officers, conspiracy to subvert the public order and riot with criminal intents of robbery."
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"The Beakland Special Military Court in its emergency meeting has ruled out your punishment."
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"Since working on each individual case would require the amount of time we don't have, the court has decided to apply a collective punishment."
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>With your side vision, you notice that one of the griffons has silently climbed up to one of the windows in the room and is trying to open the lock.
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>You instantly take out your revolver - Stimson Mk II, basically the Equestrian-produced copy of Colt King Cobra issued to "pacification" officers to beat fear (and some lead) into the heads of the resisting ones - and quickly aim.
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"Be advised, all attempts to escape are going to end like...this."
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>BANG!
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>Griffon drops dead on the floor with a hole literally punched in his head.
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>Don't underestimate the good old 357.
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"The Court has sentenced all male participants of this riot to twenty three years of reform through labour. You should now proceed here," - you point to the corridor on the right, "for the counting and transportation to your assigned camps."
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>Reform through labour? In a camp? You never knew anyone in the military court that had such a great sense of humour.
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>Well, you have to suppose that the Government is sure that the Gulags will work even on those catbirds.
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>And the punishment is definitely harder than what would be imposed on ponies in such a situation...
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>...but ponies don't attack police officers and don't riot.
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>Overlooking the hall again, you see a griffon with familiar feather colours in one of the back rows.
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"You, in the back row."
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>She notices your finger pointed at her.
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>With a small grunt, griffon gets up and walks to a small pedestal you're standing at. Probably it was for the orchestra or something.
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"Name."
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>"Gilda, you b-"
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>She's visibly angry.
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"Beak shut."
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>You point her the direction; she slowly climbs up the pedestal and sits down.
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"Sentence for all the other criminals."
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"You should now proceed here," - you point at the other corridor, "for identification and distribution. Your punishment is lifetime...servitude."
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"Sentences announced. End of statement."
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>Before exiting the pedestal via backstage, you glance again at the column of griffon prisoners and end your speech with one line required at all occasions like these.
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"Glory to the Humankind."
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>"Here, captain. We've taken the initiative to provide you with the best accomodations."
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>That griffon prick doesn't look trustworthy. After all, they're in the Middle Ages-like period, so who knows how many has he killed or poisoned?
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"Listen, bird, and listen carefully. If something happens to me or one of my servants here - and I know that you feathery bastards really love plots and backstabbing - then the Government will pour enough chlorine on the city to give this whole planet a salt shortage. Understood?"
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>"Yes, of c-course, sir."
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"Great. Now continue."
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>You follow the grey-feathered noble along the halls of the former governor's mansion. Its former owner was, of course, executed after being found in a nearby village; city of Greifsberg's unwillingness to fight has decided their fate - it wasn't burned to the ground like some towns not far away.
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>Two of your guards, your pony maids and Gilda - now wearing a new leash and a sturdy collar - are following you, gazing at the works of art, sculptures and other things that the governor loved to collect.
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>The three-floor mansion also has a kitchen with a storage room filled to the brim with various foods, including even meat, so that won't be of any issue.
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>Only ponies will cook, though - a griffon noble won't miss a chance to offer you a heapin' helping of arsenic in your morning coffee.
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>"These are the staff rooms, your bedroom and working cabinet are in the end of the corridor, sir. May I go now?"
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"Affirmative. And also..."
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>"Yes?"
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"Make sure that we here get food on time. I'm certainly not going to spend my time buying groceries. Understood?"
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>"Of course, sir."
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"Glory to the Humankind, citizen."
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>You stare at him, watching his reaction.
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>"G-glory to the Humankind!"
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>Griffon quickly leaves, as you start to inspect the rooms for the maids and guards.
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>There seems to be more than enough room, nice furniture, fireplaces and all that.
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>You'll probably send Gilda in here, too.
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>Until she achieves the required degree of obedience, there shouldn't be any privileges for her at all.
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>And it'll take a lot of time to shape a griffon into an obedient slave, right?
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>But you're the captain of the Equestrian Royal Army, former commander of the 54th Infantry Battalion, Incog Nito, god damn it! You can deal with one rebellious catbird.
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>And if not...there's always more.
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>A whole country of them.
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>Well, your duties start tomorrow, and you're pretty tired from having to travel from Foalster in one day.
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>It's just 9 PM, but going to sleep now is the only viable option.
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>And you have to do one thing before closing your eyes shut.
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"Alright, Apron, come here."
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>White Apron - a blue-coated mare, who has been serving as your cook now - jumps up from her bed and walks towards you, bowing.
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>After a pat on the head, you tell her to follow you.
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>You've been picking her as your daily bedmare fairly often, since she's a little warmer than the others and is always in mood for snuggles.
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>Scooping her in both of your hands, you wish good night to the rest of the maids and head to the bedroom.
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>The large, king-size bed actually suits you pretty well. Former governor was a lazy lad, that's for sure.
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>You're rather worn out by today, so there isn't any energy to do something except undressing, hugging the pony and finally closing your eyes after a goodnight kiss.
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>"Go-o-od mo-o-orning, Griffonia!"
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>Precisely at eight o'clock in the morning you almost fall out of bed.
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>Damn, you almost forgot that you've kept the radio on since yesterday.
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>Due to electricity shortages, the New Griffonian Radio works only from 8 AM to 6 PM, then the wave goes completely silent - it's a great thing if you don't have an alarm clock.
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>"Throwing in the morning news - the opeation against the remains of the 3rd Army is still going on, so I don't recommend coming anywhere near Galater forests! So, this song goes to the 3rd Helicopter Battalion!"
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>Oh, of course he has to play Fortunate Son.
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>If only the CCR knew that their songs would be played to sentient catbirds and ponies on another planet...
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>"Master?"
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>Apron has brought you a tray with coffee and some pastry. How wonderful.
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>"I've made something for you to eat."
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"Oh, thank you. Have you woken up early?"
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>"Yes, a-at six."
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"Okay, okay. Leave the tray here and come closer."
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>After earthpony lays the food on the table, you pull her towards yourself and hug her again.
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"What's new, Apron?"
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>She's cutely blushing again - can't seem to force that habit out of herself.
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>"There is a new radiogram to you from Solis Novum, Greyfeather has brought it here, master."
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>"Should I go and bring it?"
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"Nah, just stay here."
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>"As you want, master."
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>Earthponies. Obedient, ready to do anything, often have useful skills...
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>...there is only one earthpony in your "mobile general staff", though. It's more convenient to have unicorns as most of your companions for obvious reasons.
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>They're all officially called "servants", but in reality their position is close to slavery.
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>Mostly it's the ponies who were unfortunate enough to live in the cities that refused to surrender during the humans' rapid blitzkrieg towards Canterlot.
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>Killing or seriously injuring your servants is punishable by the law, but acts of enforcing the discipline like whipping are exempt from this rule.
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>It's not like you exercise this privilege too often - the batch of dozen ponies from all over the country that you got for your service in the initial invasion force wasn't that resistant.
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>Apron sticks her muzzle deeper into the space above your right shoulder, then a knock is heard.
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>"Master? May I come in?"
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>The voice sounds like Pointy Horn, your unicorn secretary. She was the one accompanying you yesterday.
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"Pointy?"
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>"Yes, it's me, master."
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"Come in."
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>Door opens again, and a unicorn with white fur and green mane, dressed in a formal suit and holding an envelope in a telekinetic field, walks in.
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>"Your radiogram from the office of Ministry of Order in Solis Novum, master."
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"Read it aloud, please."
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>"Of course."
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>"Dear captain Nito! We congratulate you on your safe arrival and lawful disposal of the enemies of the civil order. Your task here is to enforce the obeyance of local population; other matters are controlled by others. We-"
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"That's enough, thank you."
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>"Anything else?"
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"Were there any...visitors or something?"
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>"No, master."
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"That's just plain great. You can go now, Pointy."
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>"M-master, pardon me, but can I join you two?"
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"Of course."
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>With a wide smile (the one that you surely want to see more often) she climbs upon the bed and presses herself against your chest.
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>You probably can spend another half an hour just laying there...since there aren't any urgent matters you need to take care of.
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>"A newsflash straight from the Appleloosa, everyone! The rest of the buffalo criminals responsible for attacks on the trains in Great Pastures province have been encircled and eliminated. No more worries down there, you can safely travel to get some great cider from this nice town."
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>The radio host talks some more and puts on, surprisingly, 16 Tons, as you look over your uniform the last time.
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>Since some visitors may come in, you need to impress them, right?
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>But you have one more important thing to do before finally going to your working cabinet.
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>"...what do you want this time, human?"
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"Listen, you, bird."
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"I've been considering some extraordinary measures to ensure your submission."
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"Now would you like being tied up and left in a ghetto with the sign saying "GRIFFON FEMALE FOR PUBLIC USE", or something like that?"
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"But it's barbaric, now isn't it. Too barbaric for me to use."
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"Since Humankind's destiny is the reform and re-education of the inferior beings such as griffons...no, ponies are not on that list...we can't resort to actions that can be appealing to the primal desires of your kind."
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>This sentence has pathos literally flowing out of its every word and every letter.
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>It could be suitable for the speech, you should later order Pointy to write that down.
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"So, all effort to guide you to the right path will be made exclusively by me."
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"You see, there is no point in resisting anymore. Other officers like colonel Swan would've shot you yesterday night after that behaviour. But I'm willing to cooperate."
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"And if you don't appreciate my attempts to do so...I'll have to resort to punishment."
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"Think about that, Gilda."
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>Having said this, you finally walk out of the maids' room and into your cabinet.
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>A large cup of steaming tea is standing next to the arranged stack of papers - a short report on the city's overall situation.
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>Pointy Horn sits behind a smaller desk in the other corner of the room, her shining typewriter ready for any assignment.
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"Pointy, please, type the following. I think someone could use this in their speech."
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>"I'm listening closely, master."
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"The Humankind's destiny in this world is the reform and re-education..."
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>Sound of precise and accurate telekinetic strikes on buttons fills the cabinet, giving your ears a great relaxation.
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>After a modest, yet very well-made lunch you finally have the time to visit Gilda again.
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>In the past three hours you've just been reading a book from a local library about the city's long history and have signed several confiscation orders that will make the city's treasury - and yourself - a bit richer.
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>Hey, it's an occupied territory, after all. It's not like you're robbing your own country or the ponies of Equestria or something.
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>Some "requisitions" have to be made to teach those birds a lesson of not messing with the country run by humans.
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>Humans who have weaponry and heavy vehicles, by the way.
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>You open the door to the maids' dorm once again to find Gilda lying on the bed.
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>This time you have a surprise for her if things go haywire, though.
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"So, Gilda, have you reconsidered your position on that?"
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>"You can go f-"
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"Silence."
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>Damn, you had enough of that.
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>Gripping the short leather whip, you try to "aim" as you raise your hand to strike.
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>After a first hit, her beak is still shut, but a red line appears trailing across her back.
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>Another hit, and she's finally letting out some noise.
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>No point in breaking her spine, though - you don't want Gilda to become a cripple.
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>Third hit follows, and you finally lower the whip.
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>She's not actually bleeding, but her eyes are bloodshot, the beak is open and she's definitely in pain.
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"Now I think you understand how it works, Gilda."
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"Obedience is rewarded, disobedience, on the other hand...now you see."
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>"Y...yes..."
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>Oh, finally.
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"Sorry, I don't hear you."
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>"Yes..."
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"Yes who?"
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>"Yes...master..."
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>Sarcasm mode active.
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"Now THAT'S what we were achieving! Keep working on that, Gilda, and we'll see improvement in no time!"
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>But really you're pretty happy that it didn't take lots of time.
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>Major Emerson from the 22th Battalion has claimed a griffon...ess(?), a daughter of one of the generals, after a short skirmish with a convoy heading towards one of the besieged cities.
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>City has surrendered in 36 hours after intense bombardment by the Grad systems; she has finally "surrendered" after a week of beatings and other methods.
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>Screw the nobility.
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>You reach for her head and trace a finger down to the beak, then find a spot directly beneath it and start to scratch.
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>She closes her eyes and lets out a small moan, then a purring noise.
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>Woah. Is it an erogenic zone of hers or something?
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>Anyway, knowing that such a zone existed is definitely useful.
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"You see, Gilda, if you're behaving like a good servant should...I won't force you to do any work, just be here when I need you...then you're rewarded. Rewarded with my sincere feelings in the first place."
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"But that's what we'll talk about later. Think about your behaviour and how you need to change it, Gilda."
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"Goodbye for now."
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>You leave, again heading to the cabinet, but this time there is no paperwork.
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>Pointy carefully puts an overcoat around your shoulders, you give her a goodbye kiss on the forehead and leave the mansion with two of your guards, heading to the centre of the city.
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>Two ponies accompanying you are from the infantry company that is the main part of the city's garrison.
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>There are some collaborator forces around, but they're not to be trusted fully - so the Ministry of Armed Forces is arming them with only pistols and rubber sticks.
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>Maybe one day the MAF will rename those griffons the Civil Protection and give them some gas masks.
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>The streets are filled with griffons; sometimes a carriage will rumble down the street, scaring everyone out of its way.
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>Coming close to the market square, you glance over a gathered crowd (and now they're glaring at you, seemingly the only human here) and notice something very unpleasant.
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>A mare - even worse, a mare in uniform! - flirtingly chatting with a griffon.
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>To say that this is "unacceptable" is a massive understatement.
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>And you're going to teach those two a lesson.
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"Corporal, Private, arrest those two and bring them here. In case of resistance shoot in the legs."
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>"Yes, sir!" they answer almost synchronously.
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>Not a minute has passed before the two scared miscreants are brought before your gaze.
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"Name, rank, troop, city."
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>"Private Spell Flash, Echo company, 43th Infantry Battalion, city of Fillydelphia...sir."
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"Fillydelphia...I bet all mares are into griffons or other inferiors there. Disgusting."
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"Fortunately for you, I can't just apply any punishment I want..."
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>You see griffon's eyes light up.
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"...upon you, private, but you'll definitely be punished by the military tribunal and I'll make sure that they receive my report. I have the full legal authority over any citizen of this city, though, so you, bird-brained cretin, are going with me."
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"And I would definitely love to hope that your family doesn't know about how much of an embarrassment you are to the whole ponykind."
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"Escort him to the mansion."
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>Guard immediately unholsters his pistol and takes aim at the griffon's head.
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"If you try to run - or fly - away, then a whole magazine of hollow-point ammo will make you reconsider your decision."
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"Onwards."
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>The mansion, of course, has a decently-sized basement, and several rooms were definitely designed to keep (and do some other things) prisoners.
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>You've gathered four more guards who have managed to bind his wings and hang him upside down.
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"And now, dear citizen, I'm gonna tell you a little story with a bad end."
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"Once there was a pony, she was serving in the army and she was called Spell Flash."
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"She would make a great wife or a great mistress of one of the officers of the army...to a human officer, of course."
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"But at the same time there lived a griffon, whose name I don't even want to trash my mind with. He convinced this pony that he had feelings for her, while in reality he didn't. He was just acting on instinct. Am I right?"
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>He keeps silent, and this fills you with rage.
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>A series of hurtful punches follows, kicking the air out of his lungs and leaving a handful of bruises.
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"So, I am right."
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"And in his primitive desire, he basically cucked this human officer. But there is one lesson to be learned - every good story needs a lesson at the end."
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>You pull out your revolver, check the chamber and cock the hammer.
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"Not a single inferior being can cuck humankind and get away with it."
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>"NOO-"
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>The cry of pure, primal fear is drowned in the sounds of blood filling the beak from the throat that has been torn apart by the bullet.
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>Your soldiers won't be cleaning the mess, though...and your maids are out of the question either.
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"Find a cleaning crew in the city and tell them to deal with all this. Direct them to me after that."
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>"Yes, sir."
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>You even managed not to get blood on your overcoat and jacket.
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>A win-win.
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>as your slave walks out and signals to you that everything is ready, you enter the room
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>you waste no time in climbing onto the bed in the center
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>and you stretch yourself over the "mattress" - which consists of three heavily bound, latex-encased ponies
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>the slaves, fully covered in the sleek and shiny material, are securely held on their backs, their legs stretched down, their black-covered featureless faces turned towards the ceiling
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>three little toys for you to rest on, lounge on, relax for a while... and play with
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>three helpless, bound, encased slaves, whose bodies you can feel under yours, shifting ever so slightly, as you cuddle them and shift on top of them
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>a great place to idly relax, ponder in solitude, perhaps fidget and toy with the forms beneath you, perhaps even doze off
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>meanwhile the slaves' only access to the outside world is through the airway inside their gag
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>these gags are wonderful devices, with breathing tubes going deep enough to bypass the vocal cords; they take quite some fuss to install, but the resulting complete silence is more than worth it, as the slaves can do little more than huff and puff their air if they try to vocalise anything - no hint of voice can escape, not even moans, groans or mumbles
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>you rest your head near the muzzle of the slave furtherst to the right, and the soft wheeze of air going past your ear is the best indication you have that there is indeed a living, breathing pony underneath you
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>ready to feel any caress, any pinch, any rubbing or spanking you might dole out, or simply to support your weight as you lounge on the pony-bed
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>you move your head to the leftmost slave, and spend a moment appreciating the sound of soft hissing of air through her gag
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>finally you move to the middle slave, and put your ear next to their airway
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>...you're met only with silence. could it be...?
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>raising your head to take a second look, you notice now: indeed, this slave has no air hole!
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>quickly, you shift your attention down, and adjust your position in the bed
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>and, now that you are looking for it, you notice it: where the two slaves to the sides are mostly quiet, barely squirming under you, the central slave's chest is noticeably heaving
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>you lie down more comfortably on top of her, and under your own chest, you feel the slave's energitically trying to expand and contract, attempting to draw nonexistent air into her lungs
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>but her sealed gag, lacking any air tubing or passageways, ensures no reprieve is coming - only a smooth, sealed surface is exposed to the outside world
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>of course, the depths of the gag securing the vocal chords still prevents her from making any sound
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>she can only lie there, bound in place and immobile, blind, completely silenced, sealed entirely from the outside world
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>how much time has it been? you know she would have been gagged and sealed last - but in the time it took to do that, the time for the gear-slave setting this up to double check everything was in place, then to invite you in... then the time for you to enter, to make yourself comfortable, and to explore your slaves until you noticed this one's predicament - it must have been over a minute and a half by now
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>her lungs must certainly be burning, and the almost single-track desire for air must have set in by now
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>even as you ponder, you can feel the slave's chest movement get more frantic, as she must be instinctually focusing all her efforts into the attempt to suck in fresh oxygen, heedless of the futility of the attempts - no longer caring, giving in to the base biological command to do anything to draw in fresh oxygen, as her lungs burn and her chest heaves back and forth to no avail
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>you smile as you stare at her; while this does mean that your session will have to be interrupted shortly as this cannot go on for too much longer -
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>the knowledge that you hold her very life in your hands
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>the thrill of taking that away from her, slowly, knowning that only you can decide whether to give it back - while she is helpless under you, suffocating
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>suffocating because she is your slave, and you, her Master, and you have taken away the gift of breath from her
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>as is your right - your right as her owner as the owner of her body, and everything in it - including the very air she breathes
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>as is your right to watch her fondly, as you shift your weight across both her and her breath-gifted companions, and slowly, sensually run your hands over her rubber-sealed face
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>hopefully she is still paying attention to their environment - but the sensory dearth provided by the encasement suit ensures that any feelings she can still get are magnified manyfold
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>and so you are fairly certain that each touch of yours is well perceived by her... as merely a signal of the prolonging of her denial
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>she will not be getting oxygen until you have had enough fun; at which point you will get up and leave the room, and call back the gear-handling slave, who will then finally release her
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>a process which is bound to take many more tortuous seconds as it plays out
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>and a process you keep delaying, by slowly fondling her heaving body, pressing down on her in a sensual cuddle, stretching out her ordeal
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>even as her companions to each side of them are tightly restricted and bound, yes, but by and large comfortable - meanwhile, for her, every second stretches out tenfold, a hundredfold, as the burning lungs and the depleting oxygen tick away with every instant
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>you know by now each passing second must feel like torture, as most thoughts give way to the singular desire for air, and the all-consuming empty burning in the lungs
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>how long now? you're not certain, but you think it may have been a couple of minutes since you discovered her plight
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>that's about long enough. no need to let the slave pass out
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>best to let them remain aware all the way through, awake for every moment from sealing till release
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>before getting up, you slowly shift down and plant a long, sensuous kiss over the slave's gagged, airless, sealed muzzle
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>you feel them shudder helplessly under you, as you stretch things out for more and more tortuous seconds
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>knowing that by now each moment is lasting for an eternity, even as their awareness may be starting to slip
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>finally, after many eons (or a mere ten or fifteen seconds, depending on the perspective), you break away from the kiss
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>getting up, you slide off the bed, and make your way out of the room
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>the gear slave is at attention, looking worried at how long you've been taking - they've been in that exact position themselves, after all, and they know exactly how it feels
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>still they wait for your signal
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>well, you've had your enjoyment. you motion to the slave, and they disappear inside the room
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>you know you only need to wait for about a minute while the gear-slave, back behind those doors, works to hurriedly release long and complex gag and finally return precious oxygen to their fellow
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>and then replace with a more normal one, like the ones her companions are fitted with - equipped with proper breathing airways, to allow a proper extended stay inside all the gear
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>after all, you still want to spend the afternoon relaxing on your pony-bed
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>in the meantime, you take a moment to reflect back on the thrill of holding your slave's very life on a leash, as how fast - or slow - you act is alone what decides how far they slip away
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>the pleasure and satisfaction of seeing your slave's chest heave and struggle, knowing that their efforts are futile, for by your hand only can life-giving oxygen be restored to them, and not before
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>and until you choose to do so, their helplessness is total, no matter how high their panic climbs, or how deep their desperation goes
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>in their gags, they cannot even plead, as they are left to hang upon your will and merely wait for your choice
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>well, that was now, you reflect as the gear-slave exits the room and signals that all is ready
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>you make yourself a mental note to reward the schedule-overseeing slave, for enacting this little random deviation from the standard routine
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>but now it is time for a much more relaxing, much less thrillful afternoon of lazying
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>although, you idly think to yourself, those air-holes on the gags are remarkably easy to close up with a mere finger
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>you wonder whether the room happens to be equipped with anything that could work as a small plug, and might happen to fit those holes?
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>that afternoon shall be relaxing to you regardless, but the bedslaves you will be lounging on might perhaps be bound for a much more thrilling experience than they might have been anticipating...
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Anon
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Idea I just had for no reason at all: dock slaves.
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Lock them into chastity, both vaginal and anal. However, stimulate their dock. Massage it and rub it when you cuddle them and tell them they're a good girl. Reward for being particularly good is being licked and sucked on the dock. Associate it with pleasure as much as possible, in the most sensual settings.
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Lock the dock into a custom-made metal tailwrap, to both keep it physically sensitive and unhabituated to touch, and psychologically reinforce its value.
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And when she finally cums just from being touched on the dock, take her in for a night of sensually making love with her Master, where you both end up satisfied despite her belt never coming off even once.
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Anon
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>pony hooves can't undo that tiny buckle
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>being a good girl, she opened her mouth when asked and took the gag without fuss
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>but now that Master left the room after buckling in the gag and telling her to wait here, she's stuck with it
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>at first, she tries to practice her technique - after all, she's fairly sure that was at least partly the point of the exercise
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>the gag is wide, but she swirls her tongue around it as best as she can, suckling on the rubber horsecock in her mouth, and letting her gag reflex through just enough to where she knows her throat will squeeze it pleasurably (if it were actually alive) but not so much as to lose control or make a mess
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>but she can't exactly breathe with it blocking her throat
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>that's another part of training, isn't it? as the air starts running out, she continues going through the motions, as if it was a stallion or even her Master who had hilted and was staying there
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>and though the gag has no locks, she can no more pull it out than she'd be able if there was Master's hand pressing her down to her crotch
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>as her oxygen runs out and she starts feeling light-headed, the fantasy turns into a focus for her thoughts, and she fully absorbs herself into the task of pleasuring Master's cock lodged deep in her throat
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>with her lungs burning worse and worse, her tongue goes through the motions instinctively, lapping at the base almost frantically; as her chest heaves, she no longer has the capacity to control her contractions, and her throat squeezes and gulps around the cock, as if trying to milk it for oxygen
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>as her awareness slowly slips away, her thoughts remain focused on her one task, almost haphazardly pleasuring, licking, suckling, squeezing the dick, doing her utmost to give it the best pleasure she can
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>why won't Master pull out already?... >...but it's not her place to question how she's used for pleasure - and so she focuses on the cock in her throat as the last point of reality anchoring her to this world, even as her vision starts to fade, using her last ounces of awareness to give it the best service she can before slipping away...
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Meanwhile, behind a one-way mirror, a very happy Master is noting down a stellar score
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Anon
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>One morning, Spearmint received a letter from Rarity to see her at Carousel Boutique.
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>”Spearie, Darling,” she said. “Thanks for helping me on such short notice.”
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>”Now, we don’t have much time, so I’ll fill you in on the details as we go along.” she said as Spearmint was lead to her private bathroom, “Now, please step in here.”, she continued, pointing to her bathtub.
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>”What’s this for?”, the stallion asked, climbing into the water?
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>”Well, Suri Polomare stopped by, last weekend, and she took note of all the ponies wearing my designs.”, Rarity said, “Now, I didn’t mean to brag, or anything, but I told her that anypony could be fabulous wearing my clothes.”, she continued, “Then she says to me, “Anypony?”, and then I tell her, “Of course”.”
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>”Anyway,” she said, “Long story short, we decided to make a little wager between fashionistas.”
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>”What kind of wager?” Spearmint queried.
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>”I bet her that I could live up to my words.”, answered Rarity.
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>”And where do I fit in this?” asked Spearmint as he was getting thoroughly scrubbed down.
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>”Oh, that’s the fun of it, Dear.” said Rarity, “Anypony could slap a dress on a mare and call her “fabulous”, but it takes a true artist to make a masterpiece on any canvas.”
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>”And, I’m your canvas?” added Spearmint.
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>”Precisely!” said Rarity as she rinsed Spearmint off. “Now, let’s dry you off and get you ready.”
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>With his coat and mane clean and sterilized, Spearmint hopped onto the dais near the mirrors.
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>”Your disposition tells me that you are modest, but you have a secret desire for attention that you try to keep in check.” said Rarity.
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>”This is perfect!” she added. “I recently made an outfit that would be perfect for you”.
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>With that, Rarity rushed upstairs and soon came back producing an ensemble.
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>Spearmint couldn’t believe what was presented to him.
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>The outfit consisted of a white cotton button shirt with its sleeves rolled up.
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>Covering the shirt was what looked like a set of emerald green polyester overalls, but they covered from the waist-up, with them ending in a pleaded skirt at the waist-down.
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>”Now, could you please stand up on your hind hooves?”
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>Spearmint did as he was told. He felt embarrassment arise from within him as the dress was slipped over his head.
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>With the dress on, Spearmint went back on all fours and proceeded to take a look at Rarity’s progress in the mirrors.
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>As embarrassing as it was, he didn’t feel quite as uncomfortable as he thought.
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>Perhaps it was that his masculinity was still intact, despite the dress. No matter which way turned, he still looked very much like a stallion; a stallion that was just in a pair of very airy clothes.
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>”Is this what you’re wanting me to wear?” questioned Spearmint.
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>”Oh, don’t be silly, Spearie.” said chuckled Rarity. “We’ve still got more work that needs to be done before you’re ready.”
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>Rarity then produced a pile of smaller garments and accessories.
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>”Now, give me your hooves.” she said pulling a set of white thigh-high socks.
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>As with the dress, Spearmint did as Rarity said, sticking his hooves out as she slipped on each individual sock; first the front, then the back.
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>Rarity then decided to take a moment to review her progress.
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>”Hmmm…” she pondered. “The outfit is certainly giving you a sense of innocence, but you’re still lacking that edge. Not to worry, though”, she added. “I know just what this needs.” and from the pile, she pulled a set of small white panties with seafoam green horizontal stripes.
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>Just like the socks, Spearmint raised his hind legs as Rarity slipped the panties around them.
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>”Now, could you get up on two legs again, please?” she asked. Spearmint, of course, complied.
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>”I’m going to need you to hold still for this part.” she said holding on to Spearmint’s legs with her hooves. "This is probably the trickiest part of the process.”
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>Spearmint’s body suddenly began to heat up and started blushing as Rarity used her magic to slide the panties up his luscious thighs and around his nether region. It was then, that Spearmint noticed something odd about his new undergarments.
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>The panties felt a bit tighter on him than one would think; especially when considering the size of his round stallion rump.
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>As Rarity pulled the panties up, Spearmint could feel an increase in pressure amongst his loins as his balls were forced back and against his skin; almost as if he was getting a wedgie.
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>Suddenly, Spearmint, felt a small tug on his tail. Just what was Rarity planning with this?
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>Holding firmly with her magic, Rarity began to weave Spearmint’s fluffy tail through the hole of the panties, and hook them onto the dock of his tail.
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>Rarity then produced a pile of smaller garments and accessories.
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>”Now, give me your hooves.” she said pulling a set of white thigh-high socks.
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>As with the dress, Spearmint did as Rarity said, sticking his hooves out as she slipped on each individual sock; first the front, then the back.
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>Rarity then decided to take a moment to review her progress.
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>”Hmmm…” she pondered. “The outfit is certainly giving you a sense of innocence, but you’re still lacking that edge. Not to worry, though”, she added. “I know just what this needs.” and from the pile, she pulled a set of small white panties with seafoam green horizontal stripes.
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>Just like the socks, Spearmint raised his hind legs as Rarity slipped the panties around them.
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>”Now, could you get up on two legs again, please?” she asked. Spearmint, of course, complied.
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>”I’m going to need you to hold still for this part.” she said holding on to Spearmint’s legs with her hooves. "This is probably the trickiest part of the process.”
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>Spearmint’s body suddenly began to heat up and started blushing as Rarity used her magic to slide the panties up his luscious thighs and around his nether region. It was then, that Spearmint noticed something odd about his new undergarments.
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>The panties felt a bit tighter on him than one would think; especially when considering the size of his round stallion rump.
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>As Rarity pulled the panties up, Spearmint could feel an increase in pressure amongst his loins as his balls were forced back and against his skin; almost as if he was getting a wedgie.
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>Suddenly, Spearmint, felt a small tug on his tail. Just what was Rarity planning with this?
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>Holding firmly with her magic, Rarity began to weave Spearmint’s fluffy tail through the hole of the panties, and hook them onto the dock of his tail.
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>With a few adjustments, the panties were fixed in place. Spearmint could feel his blood rush down to his crotch as he began to feel more bothered.
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>This proceeded to turn him on, but it was becoming difficult for him to actually “get hard”.
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>It was at that moment, that he could finally get a good feel of the garments that graced his behind.
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>He could feel the fabric pressing hard on his loins. The material was stronger, higher-quality, completely unlike traditional cotton panties, and guaranteed to keep his bits in place without ripping.
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>He tried shaking his butt around to get himself more comfortable, but it was no use. The panties were too tight, and the loop secured around his dock made sure they weren’t coming off without help.
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>”Stop fidgeting!” called Rarity. “I’m not done yet.”
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>She then pulled out a white silk ribbon from the pile, and tied a nice big bow around Spearmint’s tail.
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>”Now, let’s do your hair and makeup.” Rarity said.
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>Rarity pulled out a hair brush and curling iron, and proceeded to get to work.
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>She brushed, and brushed, and brushed until Spearmint’s mane was 100% tangle-free. Then, using the curling iron, put several curls into it in parts.
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>With the hair done, Rarity then began to work on his face.
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>First, a light touch of mascara on his eyelashes. She initially thought about adding some eyeliner, but realized that it would’ve been too much.
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>She then applied a small amount of blush to his cheeks; being completely careful not to overdo it.
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>Lastly, she applied a small shade of light cerulean lipstick to his lips.
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>With his face done, Rarity topped off Spearmint’s head with a black headband adorned with a white faux lotus flower.
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>”We’re almost done, Darling.” She said to him. “Now I just need you to sit down for a moment.”
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>Spearmint plopped his butt down, but he soon regretted that decision as a mild pain surged through him from his nether regions. He had sat on his balls.
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>With his balls clenched between his thighs, Spearmint shifted his body until he was sitting in sidesaddle position.
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>”Now, there’s a good look for you, Spearie.” joked Rarity, pointing out the femininity of Spearmint’s pose.
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>With that in mind, Spearmint decided to see for himself in the mirrors.
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>She was right. From his looks in the mirrors, he couldn’t believe what he saw.
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>There, sitting in front of him was not the stallion that once was, but rather a beautiful young mare; a young mare that would be the dreams of any stallion.
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>Spearmint’s heart almost stopped. She looked so amazing. He would’ve dated her in a heartbeat, had he didn’t know who she was.
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>Spearmint was so taken in by Rarity’s work, that he didn’t notice something slipping onto his hooves.
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>”Alright, Sweetie, we’re done!” Rarity said. “You can get up, now.”
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>Spearmint got up and finally, he could see what Rarity did to his hooves.
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>He looked down and saw a set of black, shiny, leather Mary Jane shoes strapped to his hooves; one on each leg.
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>”Go on, take a good look at yourself.” she said, feeling pleased with her craftsmanship.
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>Spearmint took another look at himself; once again, taking in the beauty of his new self.
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>He turned around, admiring his makeover from as many angles as he could. He even did a few poses just for fun; the mirrors catching him all over.
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>Then, out of curiosity, decided to that a look at his butt in the mirrors, knowing how tight his panties were.
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>Spearmint was soon shocked, and had to double check to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.
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>From the mirrors, his rear appeared to be that of a mare’s, but upon closer inspection, he soon realized that the shape in his panties was actually his balls being pressed up against it.
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>That’s what was causing his discomfort.
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>Despite it, Spearmint couldn’t help but feel his heart beat at the sight of his own rear. Not only did he look like he was worth dating, but he also looked he was worth breeding with. He truly felt like a mare.
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>”So, is this all you wanted me for?” Spearmint asked to Rarity.
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>”Not quite.” said Rarity. “There’s still the matter of putting you to the test.”
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>Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
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>”Oh, that must be Suri.” said Rarity. “Quick, get behind that curtain, and don’t come out until I say so!”
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>So, Spearmint went and hid behind the curtain.
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>Rarity opened the door, and soon stepped in a pink mare with brown eyes and purple curled mane with matching tail.
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>”Suri, welcome!” smiled Rarity.
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>”Hello Rarity” said Suri.
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>The two mares step toward the main room. Suri Polomare, having not been in her shop before, glances about at the various outfits and mannequins that lined the walls of the area.
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>”So, THIS is your shop?” Suri asked.
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>”Correct” said Rarity. “This is where the magic happens.”
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>”I see” said Suri. “Well, it’s certainly… quaint .” she said with a slight grimace.
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>”So, have you come up with something, or have you decided to forfeit?” she asked.
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>”As a matter of fact, I just finished up.” Rarity answered.
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>”Come on out, Darling!” she called to the curtain.
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>Using her magic, Rarity pulled the curtains apart; revealing a nervous green mare standing behind them.
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>”This is “Graceful Days.”” said Rarity, using Spearmint’s stage name. “She was chosen at my personal request to model my work.”
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>Suri was impressed with the outfit, but as she got more looks at the pony, she began to grow suspicious.
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>She then moved closer to Spearmint.
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>”Hello Graceful Days.” she said. “It’s such a pleasure to meet you.”
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>Spearmint paused for moment.
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>”Th-the pleasure is all mine.” stammered Spearmint, putting on his best mare voice. He thought it was pretty good, but Suri clearly wasn’t convinced.
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>Suri turned around and whispered to Rarity.
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>”Is she a…?” she asked.
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>”Yes.” whispered Rarity.
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>Soon, Suri’s inquisitive grimace turned to a smirk. Rarity’s work was impressive, but considering her model, she thought it’d be fun to mess around with “her”.
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>Well, Rarity, you certainly had your work cut out for you.” said Suri. “However, I’m not completely sold.”
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>What do you mean?” asked Rarity.
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>“I mean,” said Suri, “the ensemble looks nice, but this is just one mare’s opinion. Surely, better judgement would be produced with a bit of “field testing”.”
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>Spearmint’s heart dropped. What did she mean by “field testing”? What did she have in mind? Well, whatever it was, Rarity seemed to have an idea of it, already.
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>Suri then headed for the exit and told Rarity to come with her. Then, she turned her head toward Spearmint.
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>”You too, Missy.” She said, still holding the door open.
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>Spearmint then stepped off the dais and walked out the door, but not without receiving a glance at his butt by Suri.
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>Soon, the trio was in the town square.
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>”What are we doing here?” Spearmint asked.
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>”Suri agreed to treat us out to lunch, Sweetie.” answered Rarity.
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>”Won’t it be fun?” asked Suri, putting her hooves over his shoulders. “The three of us mares, out on the town, getting better acquainted?”
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>”S-sure.” mumbled Spearmint. Though, he’d rather prefer the outing to require him in a dress.
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>Soon, Rarity pointed the two ponies toward the “Clover Café”. Suri then agreed that it would be the perfect place for their luncheon.
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>”Why don’t you go and get us a table?” Suri asked Spearmint.
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>Spearmint went forward, but as he did so, he could feel a sudden *smack!* strike his posterior.
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>Spearmint jumped, blushing with embarrassment. He looked back and glared at Suri, who looked away with a coy expression. He didn’t quite know who did it, but he was almost certain it was her.
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>Spearmint soon tried to forget that little moment as he approached the owner, Savoir Fare, about a table.
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> “I am sorry, Madame,” He said. “But these tables only have room for two ponies. One of your party members will have to sit by herself.”
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>Suri and Rarity overheard the conversation, and Suri quickly walked over to Spearmint.
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>”Miss Days!” she called. “In case you didn’t know, Rarity and I haven’t seen each other in quite a while, so if you don’t mind, could you let us sit together?”
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>Spearmint was growing flustered. From forcing him out like this to slapping his rear, Suri was starting to get on his nerves. But, what could he do? He couldn’t just go up and tell Rarity; not like this, and not here. She and Suri were good friends, as far as he was concerned. Oh well, at least his table will give him SOME privacy from those girls.
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>Spearmint soon clenched up as he sat down at his table; the mound of hay scratching at his balls.
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>Spearmint rocked and shifted around on the hay, trying to get comfortable. First, he rocked back, but he couldn’t keep his balance. He tried putting his thighs together, but that didn’t fare any better. He tried sitting sidesaddle, just as he did back at Carousel Boutique, but the seat didn’t lend itself to any favors. Soon, he found himself sitting upright, just as he was before. He couldn’t get comfortable, period, so he just had to endure it.
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>Spearmint tried to take his mind off the discomfort by looking back at his escorts.
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>Become roommates with Coy Collar.
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>It doesn't take long for you to figure out her quirk.
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>Clip carabiner on her collar as a prank.
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>It triggers her slave instincts and she slowly slumps down, unable to fight the pull of its weight on her collar.
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>When it touches the ground she regains her senses.
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>She tries to stand up, but freezes and lays back down every time she starts to lift her head.
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>This repeats several times over next few seconds.
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>She gets angry at you for laughing.
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>She tries to take the carabiner off, but her legs start going limp as soon as she starts messing around with it.
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>Her hooves just aren't dexterous enough.
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>She curses at you and says it's not funny.
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>She calls you stupid.
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>You pull her up by the collar an help her sit straight.
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>Her furious look turns into big sad puppy eyes.
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>She asks you to PLEASE take the carabiner off MASTER.
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>You tell her no.
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>You want her to say it again.
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>You want her to say it while her head's on the floor.
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Put the slave in a stress position so they can't relax too
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>slave gets bend over backwards and mane and tail are tied together
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>feedingtube goes down the throat
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>breathingtube down the nose to the lungs
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>wastedisposaltubes for down there
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>vagina gets filled by a expandable, vibrating and elongating dildo
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>shockpads get attached all over her body
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>ears get plugged with speakers
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>eyes covered with vr lenses
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>box has a premolded shape of the slave, so once she is inside, there is zero room for movement
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>once the slave is in the box, and the lines for air, water/food and waste are connected, the box gets lowered into a cutout on the ground
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>the cutout will then be covered by a concrete slab
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>inside the box, the slave will recieve subliminal audimessages, be forced to watch slavetraining videos
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>should the slaves attention slip, the electroshocks and dildo will activate
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>the dildo can both reward or punish her
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>breathing can be remotecontrolled as well by a machine as punishment as well
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>a microphone and camera from the room above the box can be activated as well to for example livestream the master having sex with one of the other slaves
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>they can also be used to announce further punishment and torment to the boxed slave like reducing the airsupply of the machine, an enema with icecold water or being forcefed with something else that nutrientrich paste
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The problem is... I want my pillow slave to be VERY emotional, moaning, and begging and squirming. And fighting back as much as her restraints allow her, until she's exhausted and just accepts that this is going to happen, no matter how much she hates it, how much this tickles, or how uncomfortable her position is.
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The stream of silence would be an excellent weapon of terror though. Imagine you have a rebellious slave, that is always fighting back, making messes, spewing insults and throwing tantrums, and riling everyone up when their master's not around.
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One day she runs her mouth in front of everyone, sending you to tartarus and such, and you drag her away for punishment... just like many times before. While the other slaves exchange nervous looks, asking each other if they should speak up, or do something to help, or if you're really someone they need to respect.
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Then their friend doesn't show up the next day, or the day after that, which is highly unusual for a punishment. Yes sometimes master puts her in isolation to cool of, but for this long? She's not doing any work if she's in the isolation so it rarely takes more than a day. A third day passes by, and still nothing. Four, five, they start getting worried. Is she gone? Did he sell her off? But he didn't say anything... he'd tell them if that happened right? On day six, one of them finally dares to ask, but you tell her to mind her own business and get back to work. And they start to fear they'll never see their friend again.
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On day seven, they ask again. All of them at once... they want to know. they NEED to know, and they think that if they all ask together... you won't punish them as hard. It's highly unusual, as well as audacious, of your slaves to DEMAND something of you. But if they all do it at once... then at least the inevitable punishment gets split... and they all want to know the answer.
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Their plan works, and finally they get to see their friend again. But one by one their cheers of celebration die down as each of them notice that something ifs off, something is different.
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Their friend doesn't return their welcome! She doesn't brag about how bravely she endured! She doesn't try to make them hate their master by describing what she had to go through. She doesn't even just... ask them for a hug and opportunity to rest in peace after a particularly horrid experience.
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She's just standing there. Silent. Stiff. Impassively watching, almost like an automaton. Her enthusiasm, gone. Her ego, gone. Her fire, gone. She is... different, she is... less. This isn't heir friend, this is their friend's body. Walking, but not talking. Seeing, but not feeling. Hurting, but not suffering.
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They all look at you with horror. Did you lobotomize her brain? Did you make her drown for a minute too long? Is this some sort of horrible curse? Can it be reversed?
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You leave them alone. They will hate you now, but they will also fear you oh so much more. And If they don't want to end up like their friend. If they want to ever see her healed, if such a think is even possible. They will obey.
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Yes, the most important thing to know about coltslaves is that they are inferior, not only to their master but also to the fillyslaves. There can ever only be one cock in the herd, and that is their master's, so colts need to be chastised immediately and permanently.
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Then they can be left to work and live alongside the other slaves, eating from the same manger, sleeping in the same stable, even taking the same shower with the other fillies. But this apparent equality in treatment can't hide the fact that they are simply lesser.
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With one less hole to offer to their master, colts are objectively worse and less attractive than the fillies, and their cock is a birth defect. They need to work harder and appear more eager than the other slaves just to be on equal hoofing with the others. And even then, they'll never be able to beat a less talented filly that's also trying hard to be a good slave, because she can offer master her pussy.
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They get lesser rewards and harsher punishments because their inferior body turns getting equal treatment into something unfair. Thirty minutes ride on a Sybian for exceedingly good behavior might not get them off even once, no matter how backed up they are. While even a relatively mild punishment of ten whacks with a riding crop is absolutely devastating when master delivers his wrath straight onto their swollen balls.
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It also doesn't help that all rewards and punishments are done publicly, as an encouragement/warning for the other slaves. So their failure to enjoy their reward or withstand their punishment will get them sneered at, jostled, or outright bullied by the other slaves. While watching a filly spasm, squirt, moan, and cum her brains out for thirty minutes straight will feel not like a promise of a reward, but just another torment, as the sight, sound, and smell of a rutting mare triggers their instinct to unsheathe their cock and fuck her hard.
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But their cage mercilessly and unerringly denies each and every attempt, and punishes it by greeting their growing erection with an array of dull spikes biting into their cock-head. Oh and even after that, it might not be over for them, as somepony will need to clean up the mess the lucky filly made. And master never makes the slave he's rewarding clean up after themselves.
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Some coltslaves can turn their inherent weakness into their biggest strength, however. Master likes soft, weak, and supple ponies. Getting the harshest punishments makes them the most submissive. Getting stepped on even by the other slaves makes them the most thankful for any praise or kindness. Being teased by the sight and smell of the fillies around them every day makes them the most lustful. By being unable to pleasure themselves, they are the most pent up. Having the hardest time reaching orgasm from taking their master's cock, means they are the most insatiable. And being the most desperate to cum makes them the most willing to debase themselves in any way possible.
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In fact, once a coltslave abandons the notion of becoming a stallion and starts trying to become a mare, it's not uncommon for them to become their master's favorite. Because while an equally determined fillyslave is going to beat them with ease, every single time, she will never be as driven and motivated as a colt will be.
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She'll never count the time since her last orgasm in months instead of days. She'll never feel as personally inferior when master smacks her face with cock three times the size of their own. She'll never feel as utterly defeated when master slams her face-first into a floor and forces his cock inside her ass while others are watching. And filly will never cry, scream, plead and beg as genuinely and loudly as when master clenches his fist around the colts sack and starts crushing the tender organs within.
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Horses do require about 1-2 ounces of salt per day to provide help meet their requirement for sodium and chloride. This requirement can increase to 4-6 ounces of salt per day in hot climates or under exercise where losses in sweat increase greatly. Inadequate salt in the diet can result in abnormal eating behavior such as licking or suck objects which have salt on them
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>Get your sports-horse Dash all the salt she needs for her workouts.
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>Give zero salt to all of her friends.
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>Tell them the only way they get any salt is by licking of Dashie's sweat.
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>Watch Dash work herself to exhaustion to make enough salt to satisfy all of her friends.
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>Watch them tongue-rape her as they hungrily lap at ALL her sweaty places.
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>How would you put on his first cage?
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It would start when he gets hired along with some other mares. I'd take them thought the mansion showing of the individual rooms and their duties will be, until at the end of the tour I'd explain all the house rules. When they work starts, how thy will dress, etc.
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One of these rules would be bout inappropriate lewdness. I expect all my staff to keep their urges in check unless or until I or one of my guest wants to engage with them. For mares this would mean keeping their tails from flagging, while for colts this means keeping their cock in their sheath.
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This would be followed by some sexual harassment of the new hirees, at my hands and the hooves of my existing staff. The mares who fail (ie. all of them) would then be taken to the dungeon to serve as sex slaves "until they work it out of their system". They'd be violated, and forced to sit on vibrators cranked up to max, and suck on dildos, for several hours at a time. And even between sessions they'd have an egg vibe going on low inside of them. This would continue until they are so oversexed that someone grabbing them by the crotch doesn't make them flag.
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Then they'd be told to report for a dicking every time they feel their urges getting the better of them again. Put in uniform, and allowed to join the regular staff.
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The colts meanwhile would get harassed by the mares on the staff. They'd grind on him flank-to flank, nibble on his ears, lift his tail, and kiss him mouth-on-mouth, all the while telling him how big and strong he is. Then after I was done molesting the new mares (while he was in full view of what I was doing to them of course) I'd get back to him and get angry at him for getting an erection and demand he returns to his sheath immediately.
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When he unavoidably fails to do so, I'd keep berating him about how brazen he is for ignoring me completely. That event he mares put their tail down for at least a few seconds before it shoots back up. While he only seems to be getting harder and harder. (My mares would of course keep working on him while this was going on.)
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Eventually, I'd take his hardon as a deliberate insult and threaten to fight him. At this point, I'd appear so livid he'd think I was going to beat him to death for impugning my honor and authority in front of my staff. Then one of my mares, the one who's been telling him all the encouraging things so far, would intervene to save him and stop me. Suggesting to appease my anger by letting him show his apology and surrender by putting on a chastity cage. A solution I would begrudgingly accept, and tell her to get the thing.
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Then I'd have the other mares flip him on his back and hold him down while waiting for the main-mare to get back. Then I'd look at him with barely contained fury and indignation, while my other mares keep pushing further at molesting him. Going as far as to grind their crotch on his limbs s they are "restraining him", or hiving him a hoofjob or sucking on his balls.
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This would go on for a while until he was kept on the edge for a few dozen minutes. (During which I'd occasionally berate him, or the main mare for taking so much time.) Eventually, she'd come back with some made-up excuse why it took her so long, a chastity cage, and a huge pack of ice. She'd then hand me the cage and take a proactive role, icing the colt down immediately.
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Giving him no pause or mercy she'd press the ice cubes onto his cock and balls until they got numb and retreated completely. This would be so sudden and uncomfortable he'd try to flail, but with everyone else holding him down it wouldn't amount to anything more than crying and pointless pleas.
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When she was done, I'd then take the honor and cage him while his groin was still too numb to really feel it happen. My mares would then finally let him go and I'd tell him that he is hired, and as an apology, the cage will stay on for at least a week.
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For the next several days he'd work the job, living with the mares who either saw or must have at least heard off of how his job interview went. And I'd be mostly treating him dismissively, playing to still be mad on the inside but... having calmed down and willing to give him a chance.
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At the end of the week, for his first unlocking, I'd take him to my dungeon, and restrain in a gynecological chair or something similarly revealing. On his back, hind legs spread wide, front legs out of the way. Along with us would come two of my mares. I'd unlock his cage and then tell the two mares to make love to each other. And the test for the colt would of course be not to get hard while watching them do it.
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Because he's been living with the mares ever since, and it's been a week since he got to touch himself, he'd fail miserably of course. But I wouldn't comment on it until the mares were done, and made each other cum at last one (though I'd let them keep going if they wanted to.) When they were done, I'd tell him he failed, and I'd let them give his cock one kiss each before they iced him and I caged him again.
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Things would continue like this, with the scenarios being a bit different each time. Next time he'd be in stock and I'd have several mares back into him and have him eat the out. The next I'd tie him to a bed, have the mare lay on top of him, and fuck her myself, while she kisses him and moans into his face. Every time he'd be restrained, unlocked, see something happen, get hard, told he failed and locked again without release.
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After the first week, I'd also tell him he's free to leave if he wants, but I'm won' be giving him the keys even if he does so. The only way he gets his cock back is if he manages to stay flaccid when he's been unlocked. (Which I'm of course never going to allow to happen.)
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Another time I'd unlock him without putting a show for him, but only after I've secretly "poisoned" him with Cialis.
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Another time I wouldn't even give him a chance. I simply wouldn't take him to the dungeon or even mention it that day, until he'd come of his own volition asking if he shouldn't get a show and a chance to get back his freedom again. And I'd just tell him that I was busy and didn't really believe he could make it anyway. And if he'd agree with me, I'd let him pick one of my mares to give him a caged blowjob if he'd like, but either way, I wouldn't give him my time of the day, and dismiss his chance until next week.
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This would introduce the idea of trading stimulation for giving up on his cock. He can either get unlocked and watch two mares play with each other, or they can play with him but he stays locked. He can either get unlocked and watch me tease and edge a mare by pushing a vibrating egg in her ass, or I can tease and edge him but he stays locked.
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And finally, after several months of humiliation, frustration, and constant denial. I'd let him pick between getting unlocked and watching me fuck all my mares. Or staying locked and having all my mares watch me fuck him. If he chose the latter it would be his first orgasm since we began, and if he chose the former, things would go on as they were before and I'd wait until he was locked for at least a full year before offering him the same opportunity again.
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After that, the whole process of his marefication would start, but that's way beyond the scope of
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>How would you put on his first cage?
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>get hired by princess celestia to help her get equestrias criminals under control
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>introduce public flogging, stockades and other proviously unknown punishments
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>even the princesses are intimidated by you
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>during a more intimate moment with sunhoers, she admits being interested in "letting go"
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How would you help her relax and unwind in a way, only a SiM-anon knows
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>Take Celly to her room
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>where you've laid out an assortment of different tools and implements on her bed
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>Celly gulps when she see them, but doesn't say anything as she allows herself to be pulled to the side of the bed
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>Explain safe words to her, and then place a horn ring on her while she blushes like mad
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>lay her down over your lap while you sit on the bedside
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>Celly is so tense, bunching her forelegs underneath her and shutting her eyes tight
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>you smile
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>She yelps from just the first smack of your hand, and gives her butt a little involuntary wiggle
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>You smile wider and shake your head, bouncing your hand off of her large, white buttcheeks a second, third, then fourth time
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>More little squeaks and owws, and another little wiggle
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>Ohh, Celly... you have no idea what pain is yet
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>You have her squirming over your lap by the time your hand turns her bare bum bright pink
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>The wooden spoon you use next gets her kicking and owwing and her butt to turn bright red
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>and after that, the hairbrush goes further, turning her squirming into writhing and her butt to a darker shade of scarlet
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>she's crying, now... but there's still some regality and poise in her left...
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>You pick up the switch.
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>Celly doesn't know what's coming, but you eye her butt which is still pushed up and presented obediently for correction
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>you tap the switch across her cheeks, and you smirk as she gives a low whimper
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>The switch is thin, and Celly's bum is quite large
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>And so... that gives you plenty of room to work with
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>Celly's writhing and kicking turns into howling and scrabbling helplessly over your lap when the first few licks of the switch thwick across her deeply reddended flanks
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>you hold her down with some effort, and keep lashing lines from the top all the way to the base of her bare red butt, not leaving one spot untouched
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>and then... back across your first set of stripes from base to top, drawing squeals and pleas for mercy from your naughty mare
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>They go unheeded.
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>Celly's squeals and howls only pick up as you repeat the process of systematically lashing her butt from top down to base, and then back up to the top again, swishing and thwacking across all of your older marks over and over and over again
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>Celly begs, kicks her back hoofies helplessly and tries so hard to shake her big, striped up and crimson red butt off your lap
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>You don't stop.
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>WHIP, WHIP, WHIP...
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>Celly weeps, promises to be good, says sorry over and over again through sobs
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>You don't stop.
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>WHIP, WHIP, WHIP..
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>Celly begs and wails, shuffles her hoofies behind her in a hopeless attempt to alleviate some of the pain
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>Please Anon, oh PLEAAAASE ANON
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>I'M SORRRYYYYYY
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>You don't stop.
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>WHIP, WHIP, WHIP...
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>Celly is sweating like a horse that's been pulling mine carts all day long.
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>you can smell the desperation as she continues her insolent begging and empty promises to be a good filly, such a good filly that will never be naughty again
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>the comforter beneath her face is a puddle of tears
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>And her butt is redder and hotter than the sun itself that is printed on both her flanks
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>PLEAAAASE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE I'M SORRY I'LL BE GOOD, I'LL BE GOOD FILLYYYY NOOO OWWWW SORRY WAAAAHHHH!!!
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>But still. You don't stop.
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>WHIP, WHIP, WHIP, WHIP, WHIP...
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>Celly isn't even close to done.
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Opinions on forced workouts in combination with predicamentbondage?
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example:
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>clit, nipple and tonguepiercings are used to keep the slave in place
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>to reduce distractions, a mask robs her of sight and sound
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>the treadmill will monitor vitals and adjust speed and duration accordingly
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>can alternate between walking, trotting, highstepping and gallop
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Clothes designed to be tricky/annoying/painful to wear as some sort of punishment:
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>extra heavy horseshoes that make lifting legs harder
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>tack with blinders that not only restrict sidevision but even more that that. Maybe just narrow pipes to look down or distorting lenses at the end
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>hobbleskirts to keep steps short and ladylike
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Predicament bondage or some other sort of uncomfortable wear would be a good way to keep them busy and make sure they stay busy and don't finish too soon. Walking five miles in a hobble skirt sounds like a good start.
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Though I also like the idea of giving similar treatment to rebellious ponies as well. Basically, tiring them out so hard that they have no energy left to rebel.
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>She must move ten miles on the treadmill if she wants to eat today.
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>The longer she walks the faster the treadmill gets
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>Every time she falls off, she gets long and painful electroshock into her neck, and the speed resets.
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>To get hurt as little as possible, she needs to stay on the treadmill as long as she can every time.
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>The automatic speed adjustments make sure she won't be able to find/keep/get-used-to any sort of her own comfortable pace and grinds down her body.
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>Meanwhile, the constantly repeating cycle of painful, inevitable failures slowly grinds down her spirits.
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>buy kinderslave
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>threats as simple as no dessert after dinner already show results but you want to find out what happens when you go further
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>a month later, she has become the tamest, most well behaved slave you could ask for with pic related as her new uniform
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>spanking made her cry
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>putting her into bondage and blindfolding made her beg to be released
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>edge and denial play made her break down and ask how she could please you
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>humiliating her in public made her faint
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>Nextdoor neighbor buys a pony mare
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>Every day, you hear sounds from his house of smacking, thwacking, and whipping
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>And the mare's crying and screaming
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>promising to be good, promising to never be naughty ever again
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>but the cracks of wood and leather against flesh don't stop until the mare sounds like a blubbering puddle of tears
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>you do sometimes see the little poner outside the house, with her leash on and your neighbor walking her
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>she looks totally miserable and afraid
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>And you can also totally see the results of all of her punishments... the reddest ass in the world
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>the color shows up very easily on her white hide, glowing like a red hot stovetop
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>her swirly, fancy looking blue tail tries to cover it up, but it doesn't work
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>Later the night, your ears perk up once again to the sound of THWACKing
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>Squeals and wails and more promises to be good, to be the best girl
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>and more sorries and begging for mercy, more pleases
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>WHACK, WHACK, THWACK, CRACK...
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>Someone must be a very, very bad mare...
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Anon
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Another example: A spell that splits them into individual body parts that all feel, act, and function as normal. you could use it as a form of extreme bondage, separating them into individual limbs and putting each in a different box. Or split them only in the middle, or only lob-off their head, and let them try their best to lead a normal life. Maybe steal only their mouth and then force them to be your servant.
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They must do your bidding, they can never complain. They don't know where their mouth is, and they will starve if they make you angry and you don't feed them from time to time. Or steal only their genitals and let them go on about their business while raping them without a warning from time to time.
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Imagine if the villain steals a horse pussy and then escapes. And the hero's group then has to chase after the villain, while one of their members has to deal with being tortured or sexually assaulted at random intervals. There's nothing they can do until they capture the villain. She tries to hide what's being done to her, but usually can't. It starts driving her insane, but she wants to stay strong... she doesn't want to be a burden and cause problems to her friends... but then her eyes go wide and she puts both of her hooves over her mouth, as she feels being penetrated while her party is trying to sneak past some monsters.
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Another time everyone is gathered around a campfire, telling stories, eating, drinking, and then, mid-sentence, her voice turns into a moan, she starts to sweat and shake, her hooves give out. She doesn't want her friends to see her being defeated and humiliated like this. Everyone is reminded of how helpless they are, and the mood is completely ruined.
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A few months later, she can't even look some of her friends in the eyes, knowing they've seen her at her lowest point, completely owned and dominated by the villain. Others keep telling her to stay strong, that they'll fix this, but she no longer trusts their lies. One of her friends starts a romance and she feels resentful and jealous. She doesn't want to tell their friends not to follow their hearts, but at the same time feels offended they would keep flaunting their ability to hook up out of their own free will, while she is still helpless, captured, and molested at the villain's whim.
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At some point, after her curse causes their party to fail miserably, one of her friends suggests continuing their quest without her. Of course, they didn't mean to offend her and what they're saying is true, maybe it would be for the best. But it still makes her feel hurt and betrayed, confirming her fears that the ponies around her no longer see her as a person and a friend but as a burden and a problem to be fixed. And after months of helplessness and abuse, it makes her feel even weaker and more worthless, to not even be allowed to participate in her own rescue.
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And after a year when they finally catch up to the villain. They find out that he can't fix her either because he built her pussy into a magical fleshlight and sold it to some random pirates, not even a week after his first escape. There's no way to tell where is now, they've been chasing the wrong target all this time, and this is just her life now. And to top it off, there's actually been hints that this was the case all along.
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Anon
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good, cause i had this idea:
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>do a bit of horseplay with the princess
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>it helps her unwind but she only does it where noone can see her
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>slowly step up the game until you reach the to. tack, saddle, tailwrap, blinders, her being ridden or pulling sulkies
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>eventually end up blindfolding her and doing the usual exercise that way
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>fast forward a few weeks/months
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>finally get her to do it all outside, but still unseen from any of her little ponies
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>she starts to submit more and more, sometimes forgetting herself and calls you master infront of her guards and sister
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>decide now is the time to put your plan into action
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>dress her up to the nines like in this pic >>36441178
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>add blinders that not only limit her view but can blind her completely at the push of a button, as well as earbuds to make her deaf and only act to the inputs of the reins
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>have her pull your carriage right into the center of ponyville
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>buy some flowers and leave again
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>at the end of the trip, you undo her bindings and present the bouqet you just bought to her
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>she instantly realizes where you bought them and where you have just been
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>she cums right there on the spot
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[spoiler]alternatively, do the horseplay with her mirroruniverseself who is really into it, with ponies eventually treating ehr like some sort of pervert and she doesnt know why[/spoiler]
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Imagine Applejack. She's trapped in this transparent ball, shrunk and stripped of all her strength, unable to even break out of the thin barrier around her. Dash's hot breath washes over her with every exhale; the intimate air you might normally only taste during a passionate kiss, here washes over Applejack completely, shrouding her in moisture, forcing her to breath it in. Worse, drool is pooling in the ball. She has nowhere to go, no escape, from being coated in Dash's fluids. And not only is she sitting, soaking in a puddle of them, but every now and then a strand drips down from a hole in the top right on top of her, soaking her mane, her face.
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Imagine Dash. She's chained up, harnessed, bound, helpless. And in the ball in her mouth, her best friend is securely held by the strong harness wrapping around her head. A gag causes you to drool, but not only does Dash have to suffer the humiliation of drooling over herself - she's also completely powerless to do anything to stop her own drool from pooling over and dripping onto her friend currently bound in her own mouth, violating her privacy as she's free to look around her entire mouth and even down her throat. All Dash can do is try, hope, to limit her drool, to control how hard she's breathing, but none of it does anything meaningful to reduce the humiliation she's forcedly inflicting on proud Applejack. Knowing that the only thing AJ can breath is her breath, that she's soaked in her drool, and that she can do nothing at all to alleviate her suffering as she keeps involuntarily producing saliva and is forced to keep breathing, washing her hot breath over Applejack.
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And so they are stuck, the proud farm pony reduced to a dripping, helpless mess, soaked in drool and forced to breath warm second-hand breath, and the feisty pegasus powerless to stop herself from inflicting that on her friend.
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Well, if I'm already lovingly dominating her at night, I'll just have to lovingly dominate her during the day as well.
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What she needs is a set of rules for her to follow that will allow her to feel like she's still being controlled, and that will incentivize her to think about and submit to her master often. She wants to feel safe in the knowledge that her life has a meaning and direction, and I'll be more than happy to provide her with both.
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My first rule would be that every time she wants to eat, she needs to ask for permission. A simple task, perhaps, but it's something she'll want and need to do several times a day. Even if I never tell her "no", asking for permission is in itself an act of submission, and every time she gets hungry she'd think "where is my master?". Her biological need to eat will become a psychological need for submission. And every time she eats, she'll know it's because she's been a good girl.
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And while it is not the rules' primary purpose, it can be use dot improve her dietary habits. Either by directly denying her certain foods, or more often indirectly, just by making her think about what she eats and guilting her for not treating herself right "Are you seriously asking me to eat ice-cream, again?" Trying to avoid her master's judgmental gaze should be enough to set her on the right path, even without any direct punishments.
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The second rule would be about clothing. Now, since she is a pony and nudity is the norm and not the exception, I'd force her to wear clothes every time she goes out or isn't alone with anyone but me. She's mine, she's special, and I want her to feel proud about that. I'm aware that my fashion sense isn't the best, so I'd leave the exact choice of clothing to her. That said, I would through her wardrobe with her and make her discard anything that wasn't to my liking, anything that makes her look too haughty, or too profane, or I think isn't befitting a good pony in any other way.
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To make up for this, I'd take her shopping pretty often to update her collection. She'd model the things she wants for me, and if I like them as well I'd buy them for her. Obviously, she would not be allowed to purchase her own clothing.
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Third, every time we were going to be apart for extended periods of time, I'd prepare tasks for her to accomplish each day. They would be small mundane things that would encourage her to lead a healthy lifestyle and stop her from feeling like a useless slob. "Spend at least this many minutes exercising", "clean the house", "spend the afternoon outside", "visit a friend or invite them over", "brush your teeth three separate times", "go to bed no more than an hour after sundown", that kind fo stuff. Small things she can do, and should probably be doing anyway. However, by making them be her tasks she'll have a good reason to actually do them and gets to feel like a good girl for accomplishing them every time.
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I'd also make her keep a diary where she would write down how well did she do every day, and then when we were together again, I'd lay her down with her head in my lap, and we'd read through the diary together and I'd praise her or reprimand her for the things she did or didn't do each day.
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She wouldn't necessarily have to succeed every day, but she would have to try. It's not her fault if there was a storm when she was supposed to stay outside, or that her friends were busy when she was supposed to socialize. But I would have her write down the names of every friend she tried to ask. Then, I'd tell her I was proud of her if she gave everything an honest try, or scowl at her for not doing her best.
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Also, I would not frontload her with orders, but leave her orders for each day sealed in separate envelopes. I wouldn't want to bother her time management and scheduling, those things are stressful, and optimal efficiency isn't the goal here. The tasks would be simple, and sometimes whimsical, but always either fit into or provide the structure for her day. It's all about providing her with opportunities to submit, obey, and feel good about herself.
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>there needs to be some sort of stressrelief for ponies who dont have their bits locked away
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I believe not having it blocked would be a good thing for the one that are assigned to manual labor. They know they're not locked and will get their reward if they keep working and do their best, also the feel of continuous freedom down there would be great if you punish them with a cage if they dare to become lazy and of course, they would not even get the pleasure of being in the breedingpost too because the punishment would be the lack of any kind of pleasure, that would also imply solitary confinement if any other stallion even dare to try to give pleasure in the other way.
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Also for extra punisment he will forced to watch all the other stallions using the breedingpost stallions/colt to make him remember what he is losing for being lazy.
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The best kind of taming a pony is not only make them your slave, it make them slave of their own carnal pleasure. That would be the whole taming a lot more easy
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>All stallions are locked up 24/7 and any kind of masturbation is strictly forbidden.
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>The only exception is when they get to use the stress relief stallion.
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>The stress relief stallion works eight hours a day, five days a week.
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>At the start of his shift, he's locked in a pillory-like breeding post waiting to be used.
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>He gets no say in who uses him, how, for how long, how many times, or from which end.
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>Next to the breeding post is a key that lets any stallion unlock themselves so they can get their stress relief.
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>The whole room is heavily monitored so no stallion tries to leave without putting their cage back on.
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>This also means that no stallion tries touching themselves or each other in any way.
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>Since the stress relief stallion can't use himself, he's the only stallion that NEVER gets unlocked.
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>What he does get though is three weeks of paid vacation per year.
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>While the stress relief stallion is on vacation no stallion gets to cum.
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>This also applies to all weekends and officially recognized holidays.
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>date octavia
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>she has selfesteem and selfrespect issues
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>hates herself for every tiny mistake during ehr perfomances, despite it being an achievement by itself for an earthpony to perform at such a high standard
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>cheering her up and trying to motivate her doesnt work
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>instead, she seems to be a way happier mare if she finds ways to punish herself, thinking you wouldnt notice
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>decide to take control of her punishments before she really injures herself
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Anon
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I want to give Rarity an estrus potion. I want to tie her to the bed with her butt propped up on pillows and her pussy on full display. I want to watch her squirm and moan and beg and hump the air and pant and wiggle her little tush around and around in circles. Her pussy winking, her tail flicking, and her whole body sweating. I want to leave her there for hours and hours, listening to her begging get more and more desperate until every time I come back to the room, Rarity says breathlessly, "Anooon p-please! PLEAAASE I'llbeagoodgirlI'llbesogood please please PLEAAASE fuckmepleasepleasepleaseee..."
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But that isn't what she gets. Not yet, at least. Rarity was a very bad girl, and bad girls don't get fucked until they are good girls again. And there's only one way to make Rarity a good girl again.
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When she feels the cool wood of the paddle laying across her wriggling little butt, Rarity's begging turns into whimpers and whines. She looks over her shoulder at you, and teary eyes, runny mascara, and a pout greet you.
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You tap her bottom to aim, then raise the paddle.
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The thwacking sounds go on, and on, and on, accompanied by more tearful squeals, howls, and frenzied begging from your naughty little mare. But it doesn't matter how desperate she is; her butt is going to be paddled crimson and there is nothing she can do about it.
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Bad girl, Rarity. Bad, bad girl.
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Anon
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>You see a cute mare with a collar and jokingly ask her who's her master.
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>She blushes profusely and says she doesn't have one yet.
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>You ask her out and she agrees to let you order her around for one day.
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>How do you convince her to stay with you and be your pet?
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>Chat her up, be a gentleman, take her offer at it's intended tone and have a fun silly day.
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>Be a good listener, let her tell you about her problems, her family, her job.
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>Part ways, we have to do this again sometime, all that good stuff.
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>Installed of calling her, get to your research.
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>Use the bits and pieces you picked up to build a bigger picture of what makes her tick.
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>Gradually orchestrate her ruin.
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>Lost her job and reputation due to a bunch of bullshit complaints. Family convinced shes the one who's been stealing from them and hates her.
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>Cold, hungry, and hopeless.
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>Wait till the moment is just right.
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>Bump into her again.
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>That fun date she remembers is one of few nice memories before life seem to just fall apart.
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>Only now it didn't happen like that.
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>It was a terrible date.
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>You had a terrible time.
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>You've got things to do.
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>Walk just far enough for her to finally break down.
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>Sigh and feign pity.
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"Gotta admit, I did enjoy bossing you around a bit."
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>Any stories with the transfixed prompt?
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>Dash convinces Anon to do cool Daring Do stuff, and go tomb raiding with her.
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>She's acts annoying, complaining about his lack of enthusiasm, and using him as her pack mule... making him carry both their supplies, and useless junk, debris, and other "treasures" she liberated from the place.
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>Despite Anon's insistent warnings she acts reckless and manages to activate one of the last still functioning traps guarding the place.
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>Becomes trapped in the magical restraining device and needs rescue.
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>Anon does his best and finds the control statue, but has no idea how to operate it and turn it off.
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>What he does find though is that he can mold Dash into different positions by moving the figure.
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From that point you can take it in many different directions, for example:
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>Dash is absolutely terrified to be left alone and immobilized. The rest of the M6 know where they went and it's just a matter of time before they come looking for them and Twilight can figure it out. In the meantime, Anon camps with Dash in the temple and takes care of her. There's lots of talking about feelings and/or killing time by modeling Dash it in cool or cute poses, and maybe some semi-consensual hugs and head pats.
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>Anon figures out how to turn the thing off and on again. Finds out that It bonded to Dash, and now he can use it to immobilize dash in any position he wants and at any time. He refuses to give the figure to dash and uses it throughout the rest of the raid to get back at her. May include molestation, spanking, and tickles.
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>Be Rainbow Dash
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>Get half way to the door before the guard manages to grab you in a bear hug, lifting you off the ground by your barrel.
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>Your limbs flail on instinct but find no purchase.
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“NO!”
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>You scream, but land only a few glancing kicks to his side.
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“LET ME GO! AUGH!”
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>Slam your head into his muzzle.
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>His grip finally loosens, enough for you to slip through his forelegs as he staggers backward groaning.
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>You manage to twist yourself free, the two of you falling to the floor in a pile.
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>Scrambling to get up you see two more guards run into the room.
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>Try to get airborne but feel yourself slam back into the cold tile.
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>The weight of the two ponies crushing your limbs.
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>See Anon and several more guards entering.
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>Feel more guards pile on.
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>You try to wriggle free but it is no use. Each limb is now held tightly by a guard.
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>”Ok.. “
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>Anon speaks from behind a table, picking up the small figurine from the floor.
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>”...”
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>The first guard takes the annoyed silence as his queue.
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>”I.. I was just looking at it, I.. didn’t realize.. I mean I know I’m not supposed to touch anything but I just .. ”
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>”Alright”
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>Anon cuts the guard off.
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>”I’ll figure out what to do with you later, lets just get this one back where she belongs.”
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>Anon puts the figurine back on the table, causing the nearby pedestal to briefly flash a mean red glow.
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>You feel yourself being lifted into the air.
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“N.NNoo.. Please! Anon! Please! Just wait, just listen! Don’t put me back there!”
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>You crane your head up to look at Anon as they carry you past him, tears welling up in your eyes.
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“..P.please I’ll do anything, just listen for a minute ok, please.”
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>Your pleas turn to choked sobs as you feel the arcane forces begin to grip you.
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>The second the guards let go of your limbs you bolt as fast as you can.
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>Your hind legs push with everything you have left as your wings slam violently against the air.
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>You manage to a few inches before your body finally gives in to exhaustion, your hooves slamming hard into the platform like magnets.
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>Your muscles shift violently against their will to the position crafted into the mystic figurine.
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>Every feather in your wing and hair in your mane starts moving into its imposed place.
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>You try one last time to plead with Anon, but manage only guttural sounds as your mouth is forcibly contorted into a sheepish grin.
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>Exhausted you allow the last few magical twitches to happen unopposed.
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>The spectacle now over the guards file out of the room, leaving just you and Anon.
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>He walks over to your side.
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>Your vision blurs as you instinctively try to follow him with your eyes, only to have your gaze pulled uncomfortably back to its fixed position.
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>”Oh Dash..”
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>He runs a finger over your now damp cheek.
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>”Someday maybe, but I’m afraid I like you too much just as you are for now.”
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>Still be Rainbow Dash.
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>More of an object than a pony.
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>A literal trophy really.
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>You can’t go eat but never feel hungry.
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>You don’t blink yet your eyes stay moist.
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>You’re not even sure if you age.
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>Anon spends much of the day with you.
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>Though he doesn’t pay you much attention any more.
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>Usually he’d be on the other side of the room somewhere, well beyond your gaze.
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>But you’d still listen to him lounging around or working at his desk.
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>His chair would squeak, he’d sigh, cough, sneeze.
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>For a time this commanded much of your attention, and with practice you’d gained an ear for the clicking and tapping that often filled the room.
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>You could follow it like a favourite song, enjoying the melodic bursts of noise, followed by the last few slowing taps and a final definitive thud.
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>It eventually wore thin though.
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>As did the orange-peel texture of the walls and dull black tile floor.
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>You’d of course retold yourself every Daring Do story you could remember.
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>Then fantasy and imagination tried to fill in when that well ran dry, but you were never really a creative pony.
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>Memories of your friends and family you savoured as a last resort, dreading they too would grow tired.
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>And eventually they did.
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>You had never actually seen much of the room.
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>You knew for sure there was a window somewhere.
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>In the summer the afternoon heat of the sun would wash pleasantly across your withers and back.
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>Bright patches of light moved and reflected over the source of the day, but only rarely would they land a direct strike to your defenceless eyes.
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>It could be quite mesmerizing.
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>During the nights the patch of wall would fade almost out of view.
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>With even less to focus on, you’d drift into what you now thought of as sleep.
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>Your mind would draw from the same increasingly shallow pool of thoughts, but everything would muddle together outside your control and occasionally even craft something new.
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>..
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>It’s winter now.
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>And you hated winter.
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>Even in your former Ponyville life, the season always left you a bit dour.
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>You’d even asked a doctor about it once.
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>They said some ponies are just like that and told you to get more vitamins and such.
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>Mostly you’d do your part in the festivities then mope around until it was over.
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>Now those months meant giving up the suns warmth for a chilly clamminess that would claw at your chest and back throughout the day.
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>Worse still, the shorter days meant more time in the dark to swim among your remaining thoughts.
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>Rather than craft non-nonsensical fantasies out of dwindling scraps, your mind would gradually turn against you.
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>It would start simply with bad dreams.
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>Gradually though the darker stuff would bubble to the surface.
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>It had become somewhat of a ritual that needed to run its course.
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>There would inevitably be a night where everything would become unbearable.
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>You try to keep a lid on it for as long as possible, shifting between thoughts in an increasingly panicked frenzy for anything else to focus on.
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>It’s a battle you can’t win for long though.
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>You want off this thing.
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>You just want to go home.
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>You need to hug somepony.
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>Or even just curl up in a blanket by yourself and cry.
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>You can feel your heart walloping in your chest as you recount the years spent glued to this infernal slab.
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>The rhythmic swishing of blood echos through your ears amid a persistent high pitched squeal.
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>It finally reaches a peak as desperation and rage explode out of you.
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>Your limbs lash out on their own against the cursed pedestal.
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>There’s no plan, just an all consuming need to escape from this hell.
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>You involuntarily try to scream through your sealed jaw as the searing arcane energy squeezes your bones against muscle, the dark forces quickly waking to counter your assault.
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>Your body lurches forward maybe an inch, sending a cutting agony through your wings as delicate tendons are stretched and twisted to their limits.
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>The storm inside you only grows despite your fading physical strength.
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>You throw what remains into one final grasp at freedom before the mystic bounds fully re-assert themselves.
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>A wicked hiss radiates from the glowing stone as your aching body is callously yanked back into position, as though punishing your disobedience.
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>The experience leaves your ears ringing.
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>Your eyes throb in their sockets as blinding white specs swirl before you and assail your vision.
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>The dizziness makes you nauseous enough to throw up were you able to.
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>Gradually the arcane glow dulls beneath your hooves, as though satisfied in its victory.
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>By the morning what few tears you managed in your fit have dried.
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>The stuck expression on your face revealing little of the hysteria within.
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>..
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>Just as this routine had played out before, you can only wallow in despair for so long.
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>The arrival of spring gradually drags you back from the abyss.
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>This time however something is different.
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>You feel about the same as always, but Anon just seems .. off.
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>At first its the subtleties that only a pony in your position could notice.
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>There were increasingly long pauses in his usually rhythmic clattering.
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>You’d hear his chair squeak, then the sound of skittering wheels and dull thuds.
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>Several times a day he’d get up and just amble about the room.
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>You had long blended in with his other possessions, but he was increasingly focusing his attention on you.
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>He’d circle around you, surveying your frozen form.
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>When outside your vision, you’d hear him pacing around.
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>With not a lot else going on in your world, speculation dominates your every thought.
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>You’ve not much to go on.
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>He didn’t seem angry or worried or upset.
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>Only restless.
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>Now, on one of his visits to your field of view, he just plain tells you.
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>”Whell Dash.. “
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>”..I’m bored..”
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>A moment of silence passes before his gaze drops a little, seeming amused and even embarrassed at the injustice of that statement.
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>You’d probably be outraged were you not dazed by the sudden attention.
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>He moves in closer, staring directly into your eyes, almost looking through them.
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>”I can only assume your still in there.. I guess it has been quite awhile hasn’t it.”
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>”..”
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>”.. hell you could be a corpse for all I know, I don’t think this trinket here cares much.”
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>He exhales loudly as he steps back, forcefully rubbing an eye as he contains a half chuckle.
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>”Auhhrmm.. “
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>”What am I even doing?”
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>He laughs, ending in a disappointed a sigh and giving you a last quick look before turning to the other side of the room.
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>It ignites a fiery panic within your belly.
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>You don’t know or care what his intention had been.
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>Whatever it was, no matter how horrible, it was at least something new.
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>You try to yell out, exhausting yourself just trying to scream, but nothing comes out.
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>You’ve never managed words, not even so much as a whisper.
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>Surely in err however, your ethereal warden speaks for you.
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>The eerie crackle and mean glow catches Anon’s attention as it lashes back at you .
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>He spins on the spot, a wide grin forming across his face.
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>Your throbbing headache goes with little noticed as your attention locks on the prize it had bought you.
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>”Well hello there my little statue.”
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>He exhales deeply as he chews over his next words.
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>”So.. here’s the deal.”
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>”First.. you gotta realize there’s no getting out of here.”
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>”Sure you maybe almost got out of this room once.”
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>”This building thought.. forget it, you’d have never made it.. that’s just not happening.”
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>”But I am gonna give you a chance.”
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>”If you behave, if you do exactly what I say… I’ll let you out of this thing for a little while so we can have some fun together.”
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>”But I promise you ..”
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>”Rainbow Dash ..”
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>”You make a run for it, you make me call the guards, you embarrass me like that.. and its over.”
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>”When they drag you back here, it’ll be right back on that platform with you.“
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>”And it’ll be forever, I’ll make sure of that.”
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>”When I die, whoever inherits this house will find you stashed in some dusty closet.”
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>”I mean it.. “
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>He pauses.
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>”This is a one strike deal. Just remember that.”
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>The words sink in slowly as you process the onslaught of words.
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>Long slowed parts of your mind ratcheting back into gear.
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>You stumble backwards a bit as the arcane forces that had been your keeper for so long suddenly release their grip.
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>Your muscles barely catching the weight of your body as it suddenly bears down upon your own limbs.
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>It doesn’t take long for one instinct to kick in however.
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>Move!
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>Despite its disuse, your body still feels in peak condition.
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>The hold of Anon’s prior warning manages to stop you only after you’ve put several feet of distance between you and the relic.
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>Your whole body trembles at the instant change in perspective.
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>Fight or flight instincts tug at you as your mind fails to come up with any semblance of plan.
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>Feeling the need to do anything, you turn yourself to face Anon.
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>He stares back at you from a guarded stance.
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>Looking half prepared to dodge out of the way, and the other half prepared to give chase or yell out.
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>As moments of silence pass, he relaxes, seemingly confident that neither would be immediately necessary.
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“..t..thank you..”
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>An eerie chill runs through you, as much at the scarcely remembered sensation of words coming from your own mouth as the realization of your own resignation.
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>You knew you weren’t going to run.
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>Or attack.
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>Not until you had a plan at least.
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>”Well, I’m glad to see you’ve got some sense to you.”
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>”You’re going to do as I say then?”
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“.. yes Anon.”
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>A triumphant smile forms across his face.
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>”Excellent.”
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>”..”
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>”And I’d like you to call me Master from now on.”
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>He waits patiently for only a few moments.
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>”.. well Dash.”
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“Oh.. uuh… “
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>The words cling in your throat just a little.
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“Yes Master.”
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>”Good, come along then..”
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>He keeps a bit distance as he walks past you, perhaps not entirely convinced of your easy surrender.
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>You turn to follow him, seeing the room in its entirety after all this time.
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>The picture you had built in your mind was mostly accurate, though it is a bit cozier than you had expected.
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>The end of the room is dominated by a hefty looking wooden desk and some cabinetry.
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>To the side is a large window, and immediate across a small black leather sofa where Anon is now sitting.
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>As you make your way over to him, he lazily gestures forward with his wrist and fingers.
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>”In front of me Dash.”
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>You take your place a few feet from him.
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>”Have you ever given a blowjob before?”
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>The question comes in an almost doctoral tone.
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>A bubble of air catches in your nostrils as you let out a short reeling gasp.
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>You had of course heard of them, but the idea had never seemed appealing.
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>The prospect now made your chest tighten as you practically squeak your answer.
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“.n.no.”
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>“No what?”
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“No Master.”
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>Your mind swims, recoiling at what he is no doubt planning.
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>An oily smile creeps across his face.”
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>”But from that look on your face, you’ve obviously heard of them.”
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“Yes”
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“.. Master”.
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>Your stomach churns as the prospect of escape nuzzles back into your thoughts.
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>He’s sitting, you’re sure you could make it to the door.
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>You hadn’t seen another soul in this room for years.
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>There may not even /be/ guards any more.
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>And who’s to say they’d catch you with a head start.
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>If you just could make it to open sky, you’d be set.
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>Despite this, Anon’s earlier threat is enough to keep you steadfast.
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>You’re free right now, or more free than you’ve been for a long time.
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>Nothing can jeopardize that.
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>He spreads his knees apart a little, leaning back a little to reveal the bulging tent in his pants.
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>”Well, lets see how much you can figure out on your own.“
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>You creep forward, taking stock of your task.
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>Approaching the mound, you reach out with your hoof only to be gently blocked by Anons hand.
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>”Perfectly valid Dash, but I’d like you to do it with your mouth.”
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>You gulp, taking another step forward as you lean in with your muzzle.
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>You can feel stirring against your cheek and jaw through his cloths as you struggle to grasp the chunky metal zipper with your lips.
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>On the forth attempt you succeed, his semi-rigid member popping out through the gap.
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>You let your mouth slide over the tip, giving it a few tentative sucks.
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>It grows rigid, scraping against the top of your mouth and causing you to gag, almost dropping it.
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>You begin moving around along its length as you suck, gradually falling into a gentle bobbing rhythm, your tongue lolling along the underside of now rock hard shaft.
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>Anons breath stutters a bit.
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>”Umh.. that’s good, but you need to go deeper.”
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>You try, taking more and more into your mouth with each bob of your head, as much as you can manage without choking.
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>He grasps along the poll of your head, suddenly pulling you down.
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>The penis rams deeply into the back of your throat, causing a haggard squeal.
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>You paw at his knees, trying to claw your way back as you enter a deep fit of gagging, but he maintains his hold.
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>”This deep Dash, I want you to go this deep, got it?”
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>You quickly move your head in an attempted nod as you struggle to breath.
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>Anon relents, you practically bounce off his crotch as he releases his grip.
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>You resume your previous motion as quickly as you can manage amid your choking and coughing.
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>Gagging a bit with each bob of your head, desperately wanting to avoid a repeat of that lesson.
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>Panic sets in when Anon’s hand returns to your head, but he merely provides gentle guidance, gradually increasing your pace.
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>You can feel an increasingly violent throbbing through your lips as Anon starts thrusting upwards in time you.
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>Anon lets out a sudden groan and with hand on head and one last heavy thrust sends a warm salty stream into your mouth.
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>You stumble backwards as soon as Anon lets you, gagging and stuttering as the gooey slime slides around your mouth.
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>”hey.. HEY!”
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>”Don’t you dare spit that out!”
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>You wince, fighting your gag reflex as you take his meaning.
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>Your eyes clamp shut as you steady yourself, closing your mouth to swallow the sticky mess in a laboured gulp.
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>The taste is not unpleasant as it rolls down your throat, but the thought is enough to make your stomach turn.
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>Your eyes water, as you struggle to keep your gag reflex in check.
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>”So? How was that then?”
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>Anon’s question comes just as the worst of it passes.
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“I.. it was.. I didn’t reall, I mean..”
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>There’s no way he would believe you enjoyed that.
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>”It’s ok Dash, you don’t have to lie.”
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>”In fact, I expect the truth from you when I ask a question.“
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“Horrible. It was.. horrible”
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>You finally blurt, almost choking up as you speak but managing to maintain your composure.
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>Anon doesn’t seem overly pleased with your answer, despite having asked for it.
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“uh.. master!”
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“It was horrible master.”
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>Your last second correction seems to lighten Anon’s expression a little but he still doesn’t seem too happy.
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“Well, I guess the first part, the first part wasn’t bad. Once.. once I got used to it.”
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“Just… just the second part.”
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>The queasiness returns to your belly as you become aware of the lingering taste in your mouth.
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“I guess I could get used to .. to that.”
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>You’re not sure you really believe that, but decide to leave it there.
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>Whatever damage you’ve done, you can only make it worse from here.
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>A moment passes as you hope he doesn’t press you any further.
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>You’d very much like to stop thinking about this.
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>”Alright Dash.”
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>”..”
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>”I’m thinking we try something you might enjoy a bit more.”
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>”But first, you’ll need to present yourself to me.”
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>Anon picks up on your dumbstruck expression.
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>Its not insolence, you’ve just no idea what he means.
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>”Turn around Dash… and lift up your tail.”
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>You do as he asks, only catching on to what exactly you are presenting as you start to lift your tail.
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>”Higher Dash, as high as it’ll go.”
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>”Now lean down, really show me what you’ve got back there.”
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>You feel warmth spreading through your cheeks as you comply with the humiliating order.
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>You press up with your hind-legs and stretch your forelegs out as as far as you can manage.
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>Your back curves a bit as you try to press out your rear as far as you can.
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>”Very nice.”
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>”Now the wings. “
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>”I want them open when you are presenting yourself.”
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>You comply, unfolding your joints and letting your wings branch out to their full length.
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>The pose is a bit awkward but not painful.
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>You hear footsteps as Anon approaches you.
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>”Keep your eyes forward.”
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>You feel his fingers exploring around your hind quarters, then along the primaries and coverts of your wings.
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>A whine escapes as you suddenly feel just how vulnerable you are.
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>Anon seems to let it pass, fingering idly through your feathers.
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>”Alright Dash, I want you to hold that position”
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“Yes.. master.”
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>You try to steady yourself as you anticipate the inevitable.
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>He starts off by tracing a finger around the perimeter of your sex.
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>Then he moves inward, sliding between your lips with an increasingly heavy touch.
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>You gasp as he finally inserts a finger, then another, wriggling them around as he slides in and out of you.
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>”See, that’s not so bad, is it?”
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”No Master”.
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>It’s not a lie.
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>It.. had been awhile, and you can already feel yourself becoming warm.
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>You find yourself becoming lost in Anon’s ministrations, his probing finger sliding with increasing ease as your fluids start to flow.
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>”Wings, Dash”
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>The command is softly spoken but sudden, snapping you back to the forefront.
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>It takes a moment to realize your wings have curled back to your body.
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>You quickly correct the mistake.
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“Sorry”
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“..Master.”
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>You find it increasingly difficult to focus on your posture as Anon adds a third finger.
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>Your sure you must be dripping on the floor by now.
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>You feel him slow to a stop, his hands coming to rest on your haunches.
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>Your coat becoming damp beneath his grasp as he positions himself.
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>You remember your wings and give them a stretch for good measure.
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>The tip of Anon’s penis drags across your slit before finally pushing into you.
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>He starts thrusting, slowly at first but quickly picks up pace.
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“a… ah…”
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>You can’t help but pant in cadence, throwing yourself back against him in time with his thrusts.
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>Your face burns as your heart pounds in your chest.
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>The thrusts become harder, practically mashing your face into the tile.
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>Finally he explodes into you, rhythmically pumping as wave after wave of heat runs through you.
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>Exhausted your limbs give in, dropping you clumsily on the floor with a thud.
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>Among your own preoccupations, you can hear Anon struggling to catch his breath.
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>You just lay there, not sure and not really caring what you should do next.
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>After what feels like several minutes pass, you emerge from your haze.
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>You look up, realizing Anon is now standing in front of you.
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>You quickly scramble to get on your hooves, your mind still dizzy as you peel yourself off the floor.
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“Sorry.. Master, th.. that was.. really.. good.”
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“I.. I’m just exhausted.”
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>”Yes. Yes it certainly was.”
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>He lets out an enigmatic grin.
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>”I have just one more task for you.”
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>”Then I think you’ve earned yourself a little break.”
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>He pauses, possibly to enjoy the look that no doubt adorned your face.
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>”Don’t worry, it’s a simple one.”
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>The reality of your situation suddenly cutting through your brief lust inspired escape.
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>He had just raped you, and you.. enjoyed it.
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>That thought alone sends a weird chill down your spine.
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>As does the sudden recollection of what compels you to obey.
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>He glances down to his member, now glistening with partly dried semen.
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>”I want you to clean the mess we’ve made here.”
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>The request hits you like a tonne of bricks, causing you to shrink back.
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>An acidic taste crawling its way up your throat from the pit of your stomach.
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>You resolve to just complete the task as quickly as you can.
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>Trying not to think as you march over, quickly taking the now floppy penis back into your mouth.
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>Your lips become slick with the salty glop, but you manage to keep your constitution in check.
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>Gradually working off the remaining dried semen, grimacing as you wash the last of it down with your saliva.
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>”Still not a fan eh?”
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“..no Master.”
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>Your answer is practically a whisper, your capacity finally pushed near its breaking point.
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>You feel on the verge of tears.
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>Instead you manage to keep it to a quick sniffle.
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>Luckily Anon seems satisfied.
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>”Alright Dash, I’m a man of my word. You’re done for now.”
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>He exhales a deep sigh.
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>”How about we just sit on the couch for a bit, Ok?”
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“Ok Master.”
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>You follow him, positioning yourself to his side on the cool leather.
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>He wraps his arm around your shoulder and neck, gently guiding your head down onto his lap.
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>You hate how comfortable this is.
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>Your hooves dig into the leather a bit as he pulls a glowing device from his pocket.
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>”Relax Dash, its a phone, it won’t hurt you.”
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>”I’ve got to check up on a few things, you just lay there and get some rest.”
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>You require little more encouragement.
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>A long dormant chunk of your mind seizes the opportunity and you quickly drift into an actual genuine sleep.
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>..
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>You slowly process Anon nudging at your chest as it drags you from your blissful rest.
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>As the world comes back into focus, you immediately realize the room is now dark.
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>”Alright Dash, I need to get some sleep myself.”
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>He shuffles his leg from under your chin, letting your head drop carelessly on the cushion as he rises.
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>He lets out a lengthy yawn.
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>”Common Dash, up you get.”
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>You practically roll off the couch onto the floor, taking a few minutes for your limbs to move on your command.
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>You follow idly behind Anon only realizing your destination as it comes into view.
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>You practically scream.
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“NOO!”
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“.. AnnoMaster, NO…”
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“.. please.”
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>Tears immediately cloud your vision as you inch backwards.
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>A tired look claws across Anons face.
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>”Dash, I’m tired.”
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>”I need to get home to my own bed.”
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“Please.. just..”
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“I’ll stay right here. I promise.”
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“I won’t touch anything.”
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“I won’t do anything.”
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“I promise, I promise!”
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“What ever you ask I’ll do it.”
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“Just.. please I can’t go.. please not that, I.. I just can’t go back..”
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>His face softens a bit as he rummages his thoughts.
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>A glean of genuine sympathy cracking through his steeled expression.
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>”Look Dash, you’ve been very well behaved today.”
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>”Far more than I expected if I’m honest.”
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>He pauses, seeming to mull over his own thoughts.
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>”We’ll definitely be doing this again is what I’m saying.”
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>”And probably soon.”
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>”And maybe..”
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>He hesitates, carefully choosing his next words.
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>”.. and this is a big maybe.”
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>”But in time you might earn enough of my trust for some better accommodations.”
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>”For now though, your place is right here.”
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>The brief pity on his face slowly evaporates.
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>”And I do mean now Dash.”
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>Your breath is ragged, but his cooling stare forces your limbs into motion.
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>Every step sending pangs of dread through you as you claw yourself towards the prison you’d only just been freed from.
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>You practically collapse onto the platform, curling into a tight ball as if to savour your last moments of autonomy.
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>A ringing white haze fills your mind as the familiar ethereal tendrils go to work.
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>Anon gives one last glance at his familiar decoration.
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>“G’Night Dash.”
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.. aaaand done.
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I want to tie Rarity up just like that, give her a double dose of estrus potion, and set up a video camera to watch her on live feed for a whole day while her begging and squirming get more and more desperate, and her winking, red hot pussy dribbles fluid all over the floor. I want to come into the room after a few hours, and watch her moan and whine for my cock, shaking her butt enticingly and flicking her tail.
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Her panting gets louder and more desperate, and her body is covered with a sheen of sweat. I lightly grab her tail and give it a good tug, arching her back and raising her adorable butt up in the air. Rarity moans and wriggles her behind, her pussy winking like mad, and she begs you to stick your dick inside her. Whines, begs, pleads, and moans some more, shaking her tush even more insistently. Please, please Anon, Master, I c-can't, I n-need it, I can't STAND it any more, p-p-please...
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But alas, no sex for you, Rarity. You were a naughty mare. You let go of her tail, and her little diamond flanks bounce up and down as she lewdly wiggles and shakes her butt, and her moaning turns to cries of need. She arches her back on her own accord, and sticks her naughty little flanks out as far as she can, her soaked marepussy looking so puffy and inflamed.
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"Six more hours, Rare."
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You turn around and leave the room, your dick twitching at the sound of Rarity's crying and begging.
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I wouldn't consider this to be "property damage". As my slave, it would be one of Rarity's most important duties to take care of herself and make herself pretty, so unless I specifically ordered her not to get any piercings, this would be well within her right to add.
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And, as you mentioned, it shows her initiative and dedication to me. Did she get the piercing because of herself? No, she did it for me, and that means she's been a good girl. I'm sure she knew I would be interested in it, and it was also her way of saying "master, please play with my tongue more", which I would happily oblige.
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Tongue piercings are good for bondage, especially if combined with the right kind of ring gag. It could be used for all kinds of tongue-play. Besides the obvious sex, It could make feeding her a lot more fun, just kind of messing around... putting food in her mouth and sometimes grabbing her by the tongue... letting her fight it free, or sometimes pulling it out just to make her blush.
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A fun game I'd like to try would be to keep her fasting for two days, then cover her eyes with a blindfold, then slice up various types of fruit and let her have a taste. The sweet delicious juices would taste heavenly to her exposed tongue and an empty stomach, BUT if she'd like to eat, she'd have to tell me what fruit I was holding. If she answers me right, she gets to keep the piece, if she answers it wrong, well too bad, let's try another slice of something else.
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First of all, it would make hand-feeding her a lot more engaging, but it would also train her tongue to be really sensitive, which I'd use for punishments as well. Taste is one of the base five senses and yet it's so rarely used for punishments! First I'd restrain her tongue with the aforementioned ring gags and then I'd torture her tongue with all kinds of nasty things. Any sense being overloaded can be a torture. Have you ever tried eating any raw spices? Even better... I wouldn't even make or let her eat the stuff, I'd just make her taste it, unable to swallow or spit it out! Lemon juice, cinnamon, honey, black pepper, wasabi, salt.
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Go and try to put a spoonful of salt in your mouth. Don't swallow it, it would make you sick. Just keep it in your mouth. How long can you last? Now imagine your master sitting next to you "feeding" you a spoon after spoon until your mouth runs dry and you can taste the hard savory crystals everywhere from your lungs, to the back of your throat, to your nasal cavity... which is where they would eventually get due to all the choking and coughing. Not a lesson you're soon going to forget, yes?
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Or I could just play the same game as with the fruits with her. Put a spoonful of stuff on her tongue, let her guess the name. If she gets it right, she gets a point. Then we move onto a spoonful of something different. The game ends when she gets five points. Or maybe just three, or maybe ten... depends on the intended severity of her punishment.
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>urethra plugs and bladder control sounds pretty hot.
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Imagine how it would mess up someone proud but fragile like Rainbow Dash. Once you put it in, she couldn't get it out. At first, it would be annoying, then uncomfortable, then painful, and worst comes to worst, lethal.
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She wouldn't go get help because she'd rather die than, tell the others about something so humiliating. You wouldn't even need to keep her in your house or on a leash, certain she'd eventually always come back.
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She could try to drink less but then wouldn't have enough liquids to sweat when she does her flying. Or you could completely mess up her performance by refusing to let her empty herself a day before, or the morning some race is.
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Making her clean toilets she can't use would also be pretty funny. And putting some rules not just on when but also where or how she can leak would also be extremely humiliating.
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It's actually very similar to orgasm denial now that I think about it, except a bit weird. It's abusing some innate need and taking away her control over it. Less sexual, but with harsher consequences and higher frequency. I'm not sure why else I'd like this, because piss itself just doesn't appeal to me in the slightest.
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Anon
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I want to tie up Rainbow Dash. I want to put a tail wrap on her, slap some soft cuffs on her front hooves, and tie them to the bedpost in front of her. I want to attach a spreader bar to her back hooves, and force her sexy little tush up into the air. I want to leave her in this position for a while, listening to her whimpering through her soft cloth gag as I open the chest with all the riding crops, paddles, canes, buttplugs, etc. right in front of her, laying them down in a row where she can see them.
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I want to pick up one of the buttplugs, and look her in the eye while I hold it in front of me. I want her whimpering to increase in volume as I make my way to her presented backside, buttplug held in my fingertips. I want to listen to her moan and wriggle fearfully, but uselessly, and I lift her wrapped tail up and push the tip of the buttplug against her tight, resisting little puckered ponut. I want to take almost five minutes of steady effort and gripping her tail tightly, pulling up on her dock until the plug finally slips past her resistance, sliding all the way in. I want to hear Rainbow's pitiful whimpers continue and her stuffed, sexy little tush to gyrate and squirm helplessly as her butthole spasms and clenches around the buttplug.
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I want to hold up a good sized wooden paddle in front of her face next, and watch her teary eyes begin to drip and her head begin to shake no. I want to hear the muffled words of "mmm b'good, mmff" and "pweaff" (please!) behind her gag.
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I want to spend the next 15 minutes slowly, methodically, and harshly paddling, whipping, and caning that naughty but sexy little tush while her body jumps and she writhes in her restraints. I want her whimpers to turn into yelps and loud cries, and continued muffled promises to be good, until the only thing she can do is sob, weep, and twitch every time the paddle or cane comes down across her red, welted buttocks.
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Once I'm finally finished punishing her naughty flanks, I want to once again take a hold of her wrapped up tail, and without any ceremony, I want to slide my dick inside of her wildly spasming, steadily dripping pussy. I want to cum inside Rainbow Dash repeatedly, slapping my hips against her sore, flamingly HOT red butt while she squeals. And when I'm finished using her all up, I want to leave her front hooves tied, but unfasten the spreader bar and forcefully cuddle the shuddering, sobbing... and smiling... pegasus mare to my chest.
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Sometimes, a mare just needs to be punished. And for Rainbow Dash, the subbiest little mare in all of Equestria, sometimes that punishment needs to leave her sexy. little. tush as red as a beet, her body as sweaty as after a 100 mile flight, and her holes as used as they can be!
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>you enter equestria
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>you meet twilight and the gang Twilight
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starts to develop a crush on you
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>you start to notice that they are practically obsessed at this point and they don’t want you to talk to anyone else especially mares
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>worried that you will leave them for the other mare
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>after a while you start to develop feelings for them?
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>you get her to agree to start to work on her obsessive actions
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>eventually you have a small pocket of shared friends who you both enjoy hanging out with
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>twilight is still very worried that you will leave them
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>one day you wake in an unfamiliar room with your twilight
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>you both were captured by queen chrysalis
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>she taunts twilight about how everyone she knows has been captured and there is no hope left
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>then the queen proceeds to have her way with you in front of twilight
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>says this is revenge for all the times she Stopped her plans
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>eventually you all get free and chrysalis is defeated changlings reform happens
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>everyone forgives the changlings
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>no one knows where chrysalis is but everypony is looking hard
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>eventually one night you and twilight are having dinner and she wants to show you something she takes you to hidden room
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>and there in bondage is a passed out Wounded chrysalis
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>twilight says that she wants to humiliate the former queen and turn her into a pet or if you want to just torture her to death
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>you elect to make her your pet
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> what would you do to train The former queen
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Anon
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>A rusty sign has moved a little and clanged several times, responding to the door beneath it opening.
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>Two tall, bipedal creatures have walked through the fenced-off corridor, greeting the guards at the watchtowers saluting them.
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>Their green jackets and white overcoats were almost absolutely clean, providing a stark contrast to the depressing landscape around.
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>The main building wasn't that outstanding, too; just a brick rectangle with communication antennas and machine gun nests poking out here and there.
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>"REFORM THROUGH LABOR" was painted across the front wall, and a smaller bronze plaque next to the sturdy door has been informing everyone that this is, in fact, the Concentration Center No. 5, under the Special Labor Reserves Bureau of the Ministry of Order.
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>The door has opened, with two guards checking the visitors' documents, saluting and escorting them to the top floor of the building.
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>Be Anon, or - more officially - "lieutenant colonel Nito", a reserve officer who hasn't served a single day in his life.
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>But your documents can open a lot of doors, and nobody is asking about your service history.
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>So, you (with some assistance of a friend) again use your privileges - this time to acquire yourself a slave.
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>When the April riots started, the MO started to send relatives of those who were arrested for mass rioting to concentration centers.
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>...and the mid-rank officers can take some of them as personal property. A cruel thing to do towards the unsuspecting ponies, but it's not your fault that this decision was made, after all.
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>You finally reach the commandant's cabinet, and a loud "COME IN!" is heard after several knocks.
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>There he is, colonel Spark, with boots on top of his desk, not paying much attention to two of you.
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>"Colonel..."
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>"Ah, Acron! That's you. What's the deal?"
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>"This is Lt Colonel Nito, just promoted."
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"Hello."
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>"And we need a pony or a couple for him. The A-class, you know."
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>"Ah, this! I'll round them up, if you need to have a general look."
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>He pointed to something; you walked closer and saw a pony in uniform peacefully sleeping on his knees.
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>"Can't disturb her. I'll send a couple of officers as assistance to you."
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>He quietly lifted a phone's handset and dialed a short number.
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>"This is Spark. Send two officers to my room, ASAP."
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>Only a couple minutes later, two unicorns in bleak grey-and-green uniforms run in, panting.
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>"Arrived, sir!"
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>"Escort these two humans to the main living area and round the A-class up for them to have a general look. Then, after they choose who do they need, escort them out."
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>"Yes, sir."
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>As you descend through a heavily guarded staircase and enter the main prison yard, you feel prompted to ask a question.
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"Hey, officer."
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>"Yes?"
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"Walls of this center aren't even that high. How are pegasi not escaping? Do you bind their wings or something?"
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>He starts to laugh, but then quickly interrupts himself.
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>"You see, convincing them that there is no point to run away is one of the easiest tasks. Oh! Look here!"
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>He points to a pegasus who has managed to run fast enough to start to fly.
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>"But he can't run away. Or fly."
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>Screeching alarm sirens blast your head with noise from every direction, and you hardly pinpoint the AA gun located near the wall.
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>Bam! Bam! Bam!
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>Several rapid bursts follow, and an unlucky pegasus literally explodes in the sky, torn apart by 23-millimeter HE shells and showering feathers all over the yard.
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"Brutal."
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>"Is it? He was probably a generic criminal, thrown in here by mistake. The rioters and the filtrated don't try to run away. Hey, gather them in the middle!"
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>The last sentence was aimed at some of the lesser officers, who have quickly rounded up the prisoners in the center of the yard.
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>"So. You're all gathered here for these fine humans to pick one or several of you as their servants."
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>"It's their...right, after all. And those taken SHOULD consider themselves lucky, since human will definitely feed and treat you better than we do and you deserve."
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>After finishing this short address, ponies start to cheer up a little.
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>"Pick 'em, sir."
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>Most of the prisoners look fairly depressed, some are even sobbing, but you find one with a particularly angry gaze aimed directly at you.
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>You're no sadist, of course, but "mindbreaking" her without the excessive use of physical force will be a great pastime.
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>It's worth having her absent from maid's work for a week or something like that.
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>You point at her, and two guards immediately rush forward.
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>She's encircled and escorted into the prison garage, while prison officer leads you into the archives to find her personal record, then recites it.
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>"Suri Polomare. Registered in Manehattan, born in year 977. Arrested for alleged ties with participants of the April Riots, no cooperation with administration. Not likely to commit a run."
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"Got that."
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>"She's kind of angry. Beware of that and buy some restraints."
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"Oh, don't worry, I'll deal with that."
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>"The car is waiting for you down in the garage, sir. Good luck and goodbye."
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"Goodbye, officer."
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>After this, he returns to his duties, and you two head for the prison garage.
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>"You're gonna have to "persuade" her a lot to obey you."
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"Yeah, I know. That's kind of intriguing, isn't it?"
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>"If you don't mind some broken glass."
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"Won't be an issue at all."
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>"I have some business to do with colonel Spark, so I'll have to leave you with her. Godspeed, Incognito."
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>Finishing this sentence, he turns around, and you reach the garage, then getting inside of a weary military 4x4.
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>"Where to?"
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"Mareida."
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>"Yes, sir."
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>Where does warm food come from when she's hungry? One of master's many miracles.
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>Why do we always wear socks all day? Masters holy book says that hooves are profane, and may be seen only by one's lover, or master himself.
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>What is that black ring with little red light underneath? That is one of Master's many eyes! (How does master have so many eyes? Nopony knows!) It is said he keeps watch over us all day every day.
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>Master always listens, but rarely answers, and only to those that earn his favor.
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>There is no pursuit greater than the prosecution of heretics, so if you see his commandments being broken, speak up, and reject those who commit those sinful acts, or share in their sin of existence.
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>Bow and pray before underneath master's image, each night before you go to bed, and confess your sins to him so that you may be forgiven.
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>Master knows all, and forgives our sins only to those who confess, regret, and make amends before he manifests his wrath.
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>If you do not... believe, young pony, believe! You shall not wake up in your bed in the morning, but be cast into the freezing pits of Janak! A dark, hopeless void, where neither the his guiding light nor warming heat does reach, walls are made of spikes, and the air echoes with your own cries of heresy repeating over and over, and so loud you can not escape your guilt even with sleep. Do not hate the master, for he does not punish you... he merely shows how world looks like without his miracles. If you ever find yourself in this place, beg and pray. Beg and pray, scream your regret out loud until your voice is horse, and even then, as you feel your strength leaving you and, exhausted, you feel the death's freezing tightening grip, whisper your pleas through your quivering lips. For it is written that if your cries of regret and devotion drown out the sound of your sins, and you die whispering master's name with your last breath, he may still forgive you, and you may be returned to life.
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>acquire slaves
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>let them bond and take comfort in each other's embrace after punishments
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>after they're inseparable, lock them in separate cages
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>make them watch you flip a coin
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>mare in second cage forced to watch as you take the cage with her friend over to a large tank and start slowly filling it with water
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>smile as they both panic and beg for mercy
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>offer them none
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>force mare to watch her friend slowly drown
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>remove cage after she stops moving
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>put second mare's cage in the tank and start to fill it
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>mock her relentlessly as she circles the cage in a panic and begs for mercy
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>stop the water when there's about an inch between the surface of the water and the top of the cage
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>just enough room to breathe
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>leave her there for hours
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>now and then toss a cup of water directly over her muzzle when she's in the middle of a deep breath to cause her to choke, sputter, and panic
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>eventually drain all the water
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>remind her that if she ever, EVER disappoints or disobeys you, the water won't stop next time
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>point to the cage with her dead friend
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>"Take that trash out and bury it, then clean up, select a whip, and report to my bedroom."
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>slap her hard when she doesn't immediately respond with a "yes master" and then leave the room to let her contemplate her situation
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>Master has many slaves
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>but they never talked to you
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>except for the other new girl that master bought at the same time as you
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>everypony else avoided both of you whenever you weren't on servant duty or carrying out orders
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>you couldn't understand why
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>but the two of you only had each other to talk to
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>only had each other to cuddle with, to cry into each other's embrace, and comfort each other
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>master could be cruel; his orders were strict, and his punishments bordered on excruciating
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>both of you being new and still learning the rules, you both suffered a lot
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>all the slaves slept in one common room, but all the other ones never even looked at each other as they would march to their bedrolls and curl up to sleep without even a word
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>and so the two of you became each other's comfort in your new painful, cruel, lonely life
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>you picked bedrolls next to each other - not that anybody checked
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>you'd spent many a night crying yourself to sleep in the embrance of your only companion, after having to endure particularly cruel discipline that day
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>and spent many a night holding and comforting her when she was the one to suffer
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>sometimes, you cried in each other's arms, when ill luck struck you both at once, and sharing the pain made it so much easier to bear
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>the two of you only had each other, in a sea of glassy-eyed, silent slaves who would walk everywhere with their eyes down and would only mumble and quickly walk away if you tried to talk to them
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>you didn't understand why, and it scared you if you thought about it
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>but the two of you had each other, and it was enough
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>eventually, Master made you understand.
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>Master brought home two new slaves yesterday.
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>They're scared. They're hurting; they were punished several times already.
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>They tried talking to the other slaves, when it was time for curfew. They tried talking to you
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>You looked down, mumbled and walked away quickly
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>You went to your bedroll without looking at anypony else and curled up to sleep
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>You heard the two new slaves trying to talk to other ponies, and then talking to each other and comforting each other
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>You tried not to listen, as you closed your eyes and willed yourself asleep, trying not to spend any time alone with your thoughts
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>Master has many slaves, and all his slaves work hard to keep Master happy
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Also, institutionalized chastity is a great fetish. Actually, the institutionalization of any fetish is in and of itself a great fetish.
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>All slaves/students/employees/soldiers get locked in chastity.
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>Releases are distributed based on job performance.
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> Pent-up lust and frustration lead to poor performance.
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>This creates a downward spiral of permanent chastity.
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>But without the comfort of giving up and accepting that it's never going to happen, because another chance for release is always just around the corner.
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>"you'd already be out if you were trying as hard as every pony else".
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Anon
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>Different slaves are responsible for cleaning different parts of the house.
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>One cleans the kitchen and the dishes.
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>One cleans the bedrooms and the hallways.
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>One cleans the cars and garages.
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>One cleans the restrooms and the clothes.
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>The last one cleans the other slaves.
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>Her job is to make sure none of the slaves (including herself) get dirty while doing the cleaning.
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>She also grooms the other slaves before bed.
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>Her life is very stressful.
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>whipping is the solution to everything
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What about ironic punishments? If the slave complains the collar is too tight, then tighten it another notch (after ensuring yourself it won't cut off blood flow or something). Or take off the collar, and replace it with a rigid posture collar that's just as tight and prevents the slave from moving their head at all.
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If the maid outfit looks ridiculous, ham it up. Tie her tail to her mane, so she's forced to permanently fully present while also getting her head movements restricted (good luck looking down to clean any floors or low shelves - but mind you the tasks and assignments remain the same! you'll find a way to figure it out I'm sure).
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Complains about too plain dinner? Oats are the only thing they'll eat tomorrow. If they keep complaining, reduce the amount of oats in their portion. Normally there's no need to cruelly malnourish slaves who are being good, but as a specific punishment in these circumstances, getting them hungry enough that they scarf down any oats and thank you profusely for them might be a good lesson.
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They hate the buttplug? Make it a fancy jewelled buttplug, add a tail wrap that forces them to flag, ensure they show it off to everyone they turn their back to. Maybe make it a large protruding decorative gem even that will be visible even from the side. Ensure everypony knows they are the honourary buttplug slave now, and this ornament is part of their uniform for the next however long (a few days, a week, whatever is appropriate).
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Actually this gave me an idea - what if you made something like that a symbol of status? E.g. if a slave gets the position of overseeing other slaves - maybe similar to what was discussed earlier as a rotational position, or even in a hierarchy it could be a straight permanent promotion. And a symbol of their status comes as an uncomfortable ornament like that. If they see a misbehaving slave, the equivalent of showing their badge is to display their ornate buttplug; but said buttplug is specifically designed to be uncomfortable in some way (maybe even tailored to the slave? a slightly-too-large one for one that doesn't like anal; a much to small one for one that does like anal, leaving them bothered but completely unsatisfied; maybe with some uncomfortable bumps or dull "spikes", maybe with mild electrostim, etc.)
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In a hierarchical slave organisation, the top ranks of overseer slaves would have the authority to manage entire slave departments and make large decisions about how things are run. But their mandatory uniforms would consist of a whole set of uncomfortable, restrictive, humiliating gear. A bit gag making their speech slurred and awkward, and causing them to drool. Blinders forcing them to whip their head around everywhere. Mane and tail in ceremonial braids that are almost painfully tight. A large buttplug of course, as well as a large dildo, maybe even linked to a sounding rod. Maybe a full latex suit or something, with intricate and colourful designs but leaving them sweaty and sticky. A tight corset restricting their breath, preventing them from exerting themselves. A full tack saddle weighing down their back.
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The list could go on; linked cuffs hobbling their gait, weights haging down and swinging from pierced teats (uncomfortably low so they catch on any uneven ground, stairs, the lik), etc. etc. Everything ornate, ceremonial, and decorated, sparkling with gems and sporting designs and insignias signifying their post, their role, etc. Each item a symbol of greater authority, each added successively over the course of promotions in the hierarchy over the years of service, rising to the top ranks of management and supervision. These would be the slaves sitting in at meetings with Master himself discussing the management and future direction of his estate, giving their input and advice to guide and inform his decisions. And going about their day in constant humiliation, pain, discomfort and strain as the cost of holding that position.
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Imagine being a low-rank slave, with no authority, with a utilitarian and comfortable uniform, bumping into one of these top dogs. You spend your days unrestricted and comfortable, and you see this pony wearing a dozen different gadgets pushing, pulling, stretching, piercing, restricting and hobbling them. And to you, they're a god: all this gear signifies the fact that they could put in a word with Master and ruin your entire life, or elevate you to great heights, if they felt like either.
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Maybe not uncomfortable and humiliating... but bondage could certainly be used as a symbol of status! Think about it. Most slaves serve Master with their bodies. They do work. Cleaning cooking, walking around that kind of stuff. They need their hooves to be useful. But tied-up slaves can't be doing any of that.
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So a slave that can get away with having her hooves tied, is clearly better than the others. Master appreciates her not for what she does, but for who she is. She's physically restricted, but she's free from having to do work (or at least manual labor). She can't walk, not because she's not "allowed to", but because she doesn't "need to".
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Bondage could be used as a sign of authority. Can't use her hooves to put food in her mouth? No problem. Master doesn't want his slaves to starve. So just order one of the lower work-slaves to feed you! Can't see? No problem, order one of them to guide you where you need to go. And the like.
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Creating a system like this has three main benefits. First of all, It creates a clear distinction between head-slaves and Master himself. The more important the slave is the weaker and less physically threatening they become. They never start resembling Master but become his direct opposite.
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Second, it both encourages submission and establishes it as a reward. When Master ties up and blindfolds his slaves in bed, as he likes to do, he's not humiliating them, he's elevating them to a higher status. Giving them a taste of the luxury and prestige of having things done to them and for them, instead of having to do things for others.
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Third, it establishes an order based on authority, not ability, between the slaves. The more important slave is never threatening on her own. A slave with her hooves tied is not going to whip a clumsy maid. A slave that is tied and blinded can't even see if there is a mess and someone should get a whipping. Physically, every slave knows that they could win a fight against any pony that's above them. But they won't, because the head-slaves have a weapon more powerful than any other, Master's favor. A tied slave can say, "she disobeyed me" and get her punished, a tied and blinded slave can say "nobody fed me" and get them all punished!
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The slaves become more powerful by becoming more helpless! Not only is it a wonderful incentive to submit. But it ensures that the slaves' power is never their own. In every single instance, it is clearly borrowed from Master, and he can always take it away. Demote her back to a menial worker and to toil with the rest. Or maybe leave her bound, and tell the others slaves that they no longer need to obey her?
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None of them will hurt her, not directly, she's still Master's property and not to be damaged. But how long will she have to beg the others until one of them feeds her? How will she have to apologize, for someone to untie her hooves? She's a work slave now, she has tasks to do. And if she doesn't get them done... it will be her who'll get a taste of Master's discipline!
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>buy lunaslave when in her gothphase
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>ok.horse
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>since you are now in charge of her, you decide just a bit of makeup or spiky collars arent enough
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>take her to inky rose and give her a complete makeover
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>below the frilly dresses and questionable accessoirs she is kept in strict and quiet humiliating bondage so even if she were to take off those emberassing clothes, she wouldnt want to be seen with whats underneath
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>she finally admits it actually was just a phase
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>"ok i guess you dont mind if i dress you up some more"
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>end up using her as a dressup doll and armcandy while controlling her with bondage and toys underneath
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>there's a legal framework for slavery and all that
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>goth lunaslave sells herself for a year because it's so edgy and cool
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>realises actually being property and being played with without any regard to you as a person is way more than she bargained for
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>but you legally own her for a year, and, while there are laws against abuse and long-term damage, you're entirely justified (and even encouraged - "control your misbehaving property, mister, or you'll be fined!") to lock her in an antimagic ring, keep her bound, and discipline her
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>get to play with lunaslave dress up doll until her term expires without her having any say in it
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After she signs the permanent contract, would you immediately switch into hardcore slave mode to give her a shock? Or would you gradually groom her into greater and greater submission, until she fully thinks of herself as an object in your possession and obeys unquestioningly no matter what, without ever even seeing anything strange about it?
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Imagine she told everyone she was going to be a slave for a year, so a year down the line they come check up on her and she's gagged, blind, deaf, with visible whip marks and scars on her rump, and standing still holding a tray of like snacks and refreshments completely still in her magic while you're lounging about. Everypony is shocked, so then you ungag, unblind and undeafen her, and she's overwhelmed and thanks you profusely for the honour, her voice completely genuine. You tell her that everyone's here and when they ask her she cheerfully replies that she ended up staying forever; after all, she's Master's property now, and it wouldn't be right to just leave - she could never do that! And proceeds to try to convince them this is her natural and normal place. No matter how much they try to argue and plead, she acts like they're insane when they suggest going against Master in any way, and pretty much uncomprehending of why everypony is so against the idea of her being Master's plaything - after all, it's what she is and what she's meant to be! What's everyone gotten themselves all in a tizzy about here?
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They ask why she's just standing there and won't to see them or put down the trays. She answer that today she's Master's snack holder. If she moves from her spot or moves the trays at all from where they're floating right now, she wouldn't be any good as a snackholder! And Master assigned her to be this, so she's gonna be one for Master; because she's his property and Master decides what she is useful for. How long has she been standing here holding these? Oh, from early morning: it's what she's being used for today, for the entire day. Isn't she tired from standing in one spot all day, and even with her alicorn magic isn't holding up these trays in the exact same spot starting to strain? Oh she is pretty tired, she smiles, but a tray holder is no use if it moves halfway during the day. And Master decided she'd be useful as a tray holder, so that's what she'll be doing till the evening. Being useful for Master can be tiring sometimes, but it doesn't matter is some object Master owns gets tired.
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Then you get up; snack trays don't need to talk, see, or hear. But you let her talk for a little while because it's been a year since she recognised what she was and became your property! She keeps thanking you profusely for the generosity as you re-gag, blind and deafen her.
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Everypony is stunned, but the papers are all in order; she's legally your property, permanently.
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As you walk back in after escorting out your guests, you grab a drink from a tray. It's really quite convenient to have them just floating around the room like that all day, from before you woke up till past your bedtime. You should use a tray holder like that more often.
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Start with forcing the whip slave to deliver the punishment.
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>"Hundred lashes for Blue. This is a new role for you, so I'll stay here and watch to make sure you do it right."
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Neither the whip slave nor the pain slave have any agency. Next time, just give the order and let her do it on her own.
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>"Fifty lashes for Red. You know the drill."
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he'll know better than to disobey a direct order, especially when whips are already in play. Let this repeat a few times. The whip slave is going to dislike her role. Why wouldn't she? She doesn't want to be hurting her friends! But she has her orders! Then surprise the whipping slave by giving her a choice.
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>"Green? Tsk, she's still new, but a good punishment will help her learn fast. Eighty lashes should do it, what do you think?"
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From then on, start wording the punishments as suggestions.
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>"Thirty seems about right." "I'd go with a hundred" "She was really sorry though, forty should be enough."
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Allow her some leeway and autonomy, to commute the punishments if she wants.
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>"You've been doing a good job, I trust you to get it right."
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If she does get it right, congratulations, the lives of your slaves have gotten less painful. If she gets it wrong... get mad at her.
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>"Orange was late, AGAIN! You were supposed to whip her SPECIFICALLY so that this would not happen again, and you chose not to, EXPLAIN YOURSELF!"
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Then punish the whip slave. (Or have her whip herself, that could be a very interesting scene.)
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>"Orange is the one who was late, but it was you who was supposed to stop her. Hundred lashes for Grey."
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You won't even stay to watch her do it. You are Master. Your will is absolute. And she knows well that there is a leagues difference between disappointing you, and disobeying your order. She will not dare. This is how she will learn.
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>"I'd say sixty."
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The next time you say this, it will be sixty lashes. With great power comes great responsibility. And though she might dislike hurting her friends, she'll hate having the responsibility even more. She'll learn not to see herself as a judge, but a mere tool, an extension of her Master's will. Happiness does not come from shielding her friends from harm, but from doing Master's bidding.
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Anon
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>Mayor Mare gets sold into slavery
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>in secret
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>while publicly still having to do her job as mayor
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>on top of Ponyville being puppeted now, she has to do all her public appearances with whatever "entertainment" is added to her
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>and sometimes, before important speeches or events, she finds herself sedated, and wakes up minutes before the event and has to rush to get started without even figuring out everything that's been done to her
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>there's the obvious stuff, like plugs (but sometimes they start vibrating after a random amount of time, and a few times they started randomly giving her electric jolts)
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>but several times she woke up with new piercings (until all the most useful spots were pierced); giving a public announcement with freshly pierced and sensitive nipples with heavy bars hanging off was a special experience
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>nowadays the piercings get switched around; sometimes they'll vibrate, sometimes they'll magically hear or freeze her sensitive nipples and clit, and sometimes she wakes up with all three connected with a chain so tight she has to take most of the few minutes before she goes public composing herself to avoid showing the pain
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>her nose is pierced too, sometimes she gets a discrete bar there that restricts her breathing and also forces her to always be mindful of how she's facing so nopony can catch a reflection off the metal from an odd angle
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>and of course, other than the special surprises for public appearances, she still often has to spend her day performing administratory duties at the Town Hall in whatever "uniform" was mandated that morning, which is less public but a much greater exercise in endurance
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>mayor mare can now ride out an orgasm without showing any extenal signs, but her training is always being pushed farther, in terms of both pain and pleasure
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>currently she's being edged and denied extensively, the plan being to grant her release during a yearly assembly meeting and see if she can ride that one out silently, too
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Anon
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I love the use of latex as a restriction tool. It basically cuts off the slave's access to their own skin, which of course mutes touch, and is also "bondage" for the body's natural temperature control from sweating to hair/fur. Being stuck in a latex suit in the baking sun is a great way to ensure she's as uncomfortable as can possibly be - it's physical torture but which doesn't use pain as a tool, novel and so so cruel.
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And of course you can stick stuff under the latex, too. No way to even try to surreptitiously claw at the electrostim pads if they're firmly lodged under the sealed latex. How about something like itching powder, kept securely applied against the skin of her whole body by the tight locked suit?
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This would integrate with piercings well, too. Make them go THROUGH the latex. Firstly that makes the bondage feel that much more secure and permanent; even at the end of the day, when safely back home, there's no removing the suit until all the piercings are unlocked and removed. Which might be a long and finicky process for an earth pony mare to do on e.g. her own clit herself.
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And secondly, any movement or chafing will dislodge the piercing; or if the latex is tight enough not to move (though good luck on keeping that up after a full day of sweating in the sun) it might keep any piercings erect and stiff, so that anything else that touches them - like an outfit - catches and yanks on them. (Actually, unrelated to this whole idea, but how about an outfit with weak magnets that constantly twitch the piercings into different directions? And be very careful not to bring them into too close contact, else they will snap together and you might get questions on why the hem of your dress is suddenly stuck to your crotch area!)
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And of course there's the fact that a latex suit is very visible, even more so than e.g. a shibari harness. So she better make double sure her dress is on securely and will definitely not slip away at any point.
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>be hired by the mayor to help her unwind as some kind of male escort for her
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>apart from being payed well, you also seem to understand each other on a level she didnt expect
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>what started with firm massages eventually turned into elaborate bondage. The kind that leaves her dangling from the ceiling in her office in humiliating and painful poses
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>set up a safeword with her but she just never uses it
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>you end up pushing her more and more not just during the sessions but outside as well
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>first some modified collars, then ropebondage she hide and eventually entire bondage suits with some fitting toys
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>and still she says nothing...
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>as time goes on, she wants you to keep going more extreme as well
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>piercings, corsets and other bodymodifications
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She knows this is what she deserves and you have to help her with it!
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I was thinking what else could be escalated further without it being the "end of a line" :
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>she manages to regularly hide the catsuits under her dresses? Add a hood thats open at the face! She now has to wear hats, bonnets or go full saddle arabian
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>the piercings have been increased in size and weigh so much, they wouldnt look right if increased further? Add vibrators or electrostim to them. Maybe increase the sensibility to their "mountingpoints" instead or go for a size increase of her teats, nipple or clit!
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>she managed to orgasm in public without people noticing on a faily basis? Withhold the orgasms and tease her instead
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>finally found a "soft limit" or her like public use? No problem, anonymize her and bind her into place at a gloryhole
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Anon
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>fuck swibble
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>cuddle in bed afterwards
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>ring the bell and call in the maid
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>its rarity in some overly frilly victorian maidoutfit with integrated bondagegear (you know, hornring, ringgag, chastity, lockable bra for her teats)
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>force her to clean her sisters creamed holes with her tongue while turnin on the tv with some livefootage of the brothel of her friends
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>hear her as she starts winking and kiss swibble good night instead
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I want to cuck rarity
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>Buy pony slave
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>Says her name is AJ
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>That'll do
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>Treat her relatively well, only whip her when she needs correction
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>Not your type
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>She's house broken soon enough
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>She lets slip she has a younger sister
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>Say you'll buy her too
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>She thanks you for letting them be together
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>You just grin
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>Bring Bloom home
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>Straight to your bedroom
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>Rape
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>Bloom is sobbing into the pillow, leaking from her tailhole
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>Ring the bell and call in the maid
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>She looks like she's been crying as much as the filly
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Clean this mess up.
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>Pure hatred on her face
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>Tomorrow you'll make her watch
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Anon
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>you are anon
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>after getting to equestria you meet celestia and become friends
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>celestia hates the fact that she was forced to rule for 1000 years and hates the ruling as well
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> hates that ever creature has elevated her to a goddess like position in their mind and thinks she can solve anything
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>you just treat her like a normal person and even call her sun butt
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>everyone in the court And twilight hates you for this
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>celestia likes the names
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>after a while you and celestia enter a bdsm relationship with celestia as a sub.
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>she is into some really degrading things like branding her mutilation and others things like that.
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>twilight finds out and thinks you and celestia are dating and spy on you even harder
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>she already told celestia that she thought you were some evil like NMM or chrysalis
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>celestia says you are not
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>twilight watch’s in horror as you *rape* her mentor before cutting of her horn
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>and starts screaming
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>celestia tells Twilight everything is fine and since she is an alicorn it will grow back
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>Celestia then gets mad at twilight and as punishment for spying forces twilight into bondage and for her to watch anon dominate and humiliate her.
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>a lot of this fic Is told from twilights pov
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Anon
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“So, miss… Applejack.”
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> She snorts at you, any further protest halted by the thick steel bit pressing across her tongue.
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“Applejack, yes. That’s right. Element of Honesty. Family mare, from what I’m told.”
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> You flip through the loose sheaf of papers in your hands, the text on the dossier already familiar to you.
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> Pointedly ignoring the acidic looks she is spearing you with.
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“Applejack the honest. Survivor of the Battle of Canterlot, persistently disobedient, and - if what I’ve been told is right - leader of the Malus’ Malice terrorist ring.”
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> Tossing the papers aside, you drag a chair over and seat yourself in front of her, reaching out to unclip the bit and let her spit it aside.
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> Even though the heavily-woven bridle held her head perfectly in place, you were still wary of those broad, flat crushing teeth.
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> As the bit clinks aside, Applejack spits again (though she doesn’t quite manage to hit you this time).
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“So, Applejack. Let’s talk about the Maluses, why don’t we.”
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> Ever so slowly, Applejack lowers her head, hucks up a mass of something unspeakable, and spits it out onto the floor in front of her.
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> “I ain’t gonna tell you cow-shit, slaver.”
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> If she could have done more, she undoubtedly would have; the mare was shackled down to a broad table, legs held spread apart by the unrelenting, unshifting chains and cuffs to force her belly to the table’s surface.
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> The bridle, too, was clipped to the table’s surface - preventing her from turning her head aside, and only giving her the barest room to look up or down.
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> Not only did it keep the mare from inflicting whatever revenge she desired, it also left her well-sculpted musculature on full display.
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> Cords and swells of muscle and tendon stood out, ridging her barrel and curling about her legs.
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> Ah, if you’d really had time you’d have worked on that olympian body first:
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> Explored each and every way you could turn the farmmare’s strength against her.
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> But now was not the time for that; now you were just here to get her to talk.
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“Now, now, Applejack. That was just rude. And rude ponies don’t get rewarded.”
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> You’re sure to keep a wide, beatific smile on your face even as you sweep a lock of mane out of her face.
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> Bright green eyes again skewer you with burning hatred.
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“I ain’t anyone’s slave! Ain’t never gonna be. Don’t matter what you do to me; I ain’t gonna sing for ya.”
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> Oh, you question that.
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> Give her some time with the hoof vice, a hot iron or two…
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> Any pony could be made to talk, eventually.
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> But again, not your job right now.
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“I think you misunderstand, Applejack. You are going to talk. You are going to tell me everything.”
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> From under the table you produce a button - really, just a button.
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> It protrudes from a little metal case, and trails a small wire, but overall it’s just… a button, like something a contestant would slap on a game show.
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“When you’re ready to talk, you just push this button. Press it down.”
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> “Y’can starve me ‘long as you want. I’m not gonna talk. I’d rather die than sell out my ponies and have food in m’belly.”
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“I’m not expecting to starve you, Applejack. I think… you’ll probably push that button in an hour, maybe two.”
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> “Liar.”
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> You stand - calm, beatific smile still plastered over your face - and turn for the cell’s door.
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> Outside, you find just what you’d expected; chains clink lightly as you walk back into the room, another mare following behind you.
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> Applejack’s eyebrows rise in confusion when she lays eyes on the trembling, cream-coated pony.
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“Applejack, meet Coco Pommel. Coco, this is Applejack. She’s the leader of some terrorists, and I need her to tell me some important things.”
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> “O-Oh…”
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> Coco could not be more of a greater opposite to Applejack if she tried; where the farmmare had a rough and scarred body from years of labor, Coco’s coat was lush and velvety; while Applejack was restrained by harsh metal, Coco wore only rope hobbles and her collar; and while Applejack heaved against the chains binding her making them creak alarmingly at times, Coco only trembled.
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> You squat down in front of her, slipping a hand beneath the terrified pony’s chin.
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“Tell me, Coco. Have you ever been part of any resistance? Have you been a bad girl?”
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> “N-No, Master. I-I’ve been obedient. I swear!”
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> You shoot Applejack a sickly-saccharine-sweet smile as you loom over the smaller mare, one hand running through her velvety cheek fluff and drawing little whimpers from Coco’s throat.
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“You know she’s telling the truth, don’t you Applejack? That’s your gift. Your true-sight. You know she’s perfectly innocent. Coco, what happens to good, obedient girls?”
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> “They are rewarded, M-Master?”
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“Very good, Coco. Let’s go, then.”
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> Again you lead the mare straight back out into the hallway beyond.
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> Instead of going further, though, you turn into the darkened doorway next to Applejack’s cell.
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> Coco’s whimpers fill the darkness as you lead her in and shut the door; you paw at the wall until you find the light switch.
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> The second the harsh spot lamps snap on, Coco shrinks back against the now-locked cell door.
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> Their pools of light focused on the center of the room’s floor, casting harsh shadows from the twin bars of wood bolted securely to the floor - planks, really, no more than a few inches wide - and the multitude of straps that fell from them.
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“You’re going to get up on those, Coco. I’ll show you how. Unless you’d prefer I did it for you.”
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> Leaning down, you whisper into her ear - the fuzzy tips brushing against your lips:
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“Some ponies, I’ve heard, enjoy being forced…”
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> With a terrified squeak, Coco forces herself forward to the bars:
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> Lifting a leg up onto each of them under your guidance, and settling on her haunches.
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> She wobbled unsteadily atop the bars, clearly without a gymnast’s precision in her precariously balanced position.
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> You, on the other hand, work with long-practiced precision:
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> Pulling the straps up and over her hindlegs, tightening them in place and setting the buckles before giving one last heave to bring each leather strip as tight as possible against her coat.
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> More than just the nervousness of being bound so unsteadily, Coco was also undoubtedly aware of the utter vulnerability of her position:
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> Seated on her haunches, one on each bar, she was also left with her hindlegs spread:
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> Exposing both her rump from below and belly from in front.
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> On the wall she faced, a mirror stretched across - giving Coco every ability to see just how vulnerable she was.
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> From Applejack’s cell, the recalcitrant mare would also share that view:
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> Granted not only view through the one-way mirror, but every whimper, squeal, and soon scream that Coco would make through the microphone embedded into the floor.
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> So while Coco might only see the fiendish grin splashed across your face as a reflection in the mirror - a promise of the agony sure to come - Applejack would see it as a promise to herself as well:
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> ‘This was your fault.’
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> Gently guiding Coco’s forehooves up into the air, you bring the shackles that held them to the snap clip hanging from the chain above her head.
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> She flinched sharply as each hooves’ links were snapped firmly into the clip, a low whine escaping her throat as the ratcheting handle turned and the chain drew her hooves up tight.
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> So tight, in fact, that her body was not merely drawn upright but slowly pulled taut:
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> Drawn out until she was bursting with tension and her flanks bulged around the unrelenting breadth of the leather straps securing them to the bars.
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> Slipping your hand beneath Coco’s chin, you tilt her head back until it faces you.
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“Tell me, Coco: Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”
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> “Y-You’re going t-t-to punish me, M-Master!”
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“Very close, Coco. But not quite right. Only disobedient ponies get punished, and you’ve been good. So, what am I going to do to you?”
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> “You’re - You’re -”
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> A tear wanders down her cheek, words dissolving into whimpers.
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> “-g-g-going to t-torture meeeee!”
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“Yes, Coco. I’m going to torture you.”
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> Your hand slips through her velvety cheek-fuzz, a beatific smile on your lips as you savor her fearful anticipation.
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> Coco was already breathing heavily as you left her side; even so she starts as the room is abruptly filled with the low rumble of hard plastic wheels on concrete.
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> She twists and turns frantically until she catches sight of the cart you are pushing towards her - of the coils of black cable neatly piled on it, of the array of gleaming brass jaws and tools, and the large black box with its crank-handle stick resting at the center of it all.
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> “Oh… oh, no. No, please Master - please not that - not that, please!”
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> Refusing her a reply, you leave the cart a few feet out; a small dollop of gel is squirted into your fingertips from a tube, and you slip back to her side.
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> Circling your arms around her from behind, you let your hands find their way down her belly until your palms encounter a pair of subtle, meaty nubs beneath them.
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> There your fingers go to work:
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> Massaging and teasing, rolling the rapidly-swelling buds of her teats between fingers and thumbs, draws a fresh round of low whimpering from the painfully-stretched mare.
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> She cannot help herself from growing firm and bud-like beneath your deceptively stimulating touch as the slick, moist gel is worked into her sensitive flesh.
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> Did she know what this was going to do?
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> How the gel you were so deftly anointing her with would also improve the conductivity of her skin and coat to electricity?
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> If so, Coco had far more important matters on her mind.
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> Especially when one of your hands searches even lower, slipping between her haunches to allow a pair of fingers to seek out her most sensitive opening.
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> Oh, she gasps at that!
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> Trembles, too - her body twisting and shaking at your unwanted digits dancing within her.
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> A fresh dampness, apart from that of the conductive gel but equally horrible for the poor mare, wetted your hand.
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“That’s my good little girl…”
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> “Celestia, please… please, I’m begging you Master! I haven’t done anything wrong, please don’t do that to me-”
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“Shhhh.”
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> Releasing her, you return to the cart.
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> A towel serves to wipe your hands clean, and then it’s back to the mare.
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> You lift two of the cables up, gripping the little alligator-like clips on the end of them - holding them wide open to allow Coco to see their gleaming jaws and the wickedly-serrated little teeth lining them.
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> Letting her imagine how much they are going to hurt when bit deep into her so-very-sensitive flesh.
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> Beyond words now, Coco just shakes her head in abject terror, her mane flapping back and forth wildly.
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> But she shakes it even harder when you draw close, cables playing out behind you, and lower the clamps to her teats.
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> Each stood cleanly out from her belly now, no longer a barely-visible nub but a perfect target.
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> Her soft, near-sobbing cries grow in pace as you settle one of the toothed jaws over her, carefully adjust it, and…
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> “Nnnaaaaaahhhh! Take it off! Please, please, take it off Master I can’t it hurtssomuch-”
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“Shhhhh…”
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> There’s still another to place, after all.
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> Coco watches with bulged eyes as the gleaming brass clamp grows ever nearer to its target.
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> Not closing them or looking away even when you release your thumb and let the teeth sink deeply into her tender bud.
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> “Eeaarrgh!”
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> Her scream this time was nearly twice as raw, her teats transformed into twin stars of white-hot pain by the heavy, dangling clamps.
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> You cup each in a hand, feeling their subtle weight against your palm and eyeing the way the clamps dangled from them.
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“Not quite done yet, Coco dear…”
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> Standing, you return to the cart one last time.
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“See, by sheer coincidence, Coco, we tend to use power that comes in three phases. And - you know - ponies are very unlucky…”
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> Turning back to face her, you find Coco’s eyes laser-locked on the last clamp as you draw close to her.
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> The question surely in her mind is obvious:
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> Where will this instrument of torture go?
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“...in humans, you don’t want to put anything electric across the nipples. Very dangerous. There’s this thing called the heart in the way; it’s kind of important. In fact, it’s risky to even go from a nipple to anywhere - lower. But ponies…”
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> You drop to a knee before her, and Coco’s face manages to blanche even though her manila coat as she understands the significance of your earlier molestation of her marehood.
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“...ponies aren’t so lucky at all.”
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> “Y-You can’t be - you wouldn’t-”
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> Again slipping a finger into her, you probe her tender lips until you find a slightly bulging bud at the lower end of them.
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> With slow, teasing strokes you tease the little mare’s clit out of its hiding place; she had begun to mutter low beneath her breath as you worked-
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> “No. No, not that. Not that; nonononononoonono-”
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> -and let the jaws close, straight over the single most sensitive place on her body.
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> The effect is immediate, dramatic, and many times even that of when you’d worked on her teats.
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> “NYYYYYAAAAAAAAGH! TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OOOOOOF!”
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> Coco Pommel’s body twitches and writhes, raw howls filling the air as she bucked and heaved as if trying to throw the tormenting little clamp off its agonizing hold.
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“Shhhh, shh. Calm yourself down, Coco. We haven’t even gotten started yet.”
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> Despite the savage, biting pain consuming her mind, Coco grows still as your words clamp her mind in a fresh vice of terror.
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> She watches in stock-still, wide-eyed silence as you step to the cart - hands settling on the gleaming handle of the crank emerging from the magneto box.
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“Just a taste at first, then…”
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> The room is, for just a moment, in total silence.
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> Then you begin to turn the handle.
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> First comes the low whir of the magneto, the meshing of gears that send its little magnets whirling around.
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> A mere whisper, though, compared to the shrieking howl ripped from Coco’s throat:
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> “EEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHHH!”
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> In spite of how tightly you’d already stretched her, Coco’s body seems to leap up:
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> Warped into a strained, bowed curve that seemed ready to snap at any moment as she howled into the spotlight’s unrelenting glare.
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> The shock only lasts a moment, but for Coco it must seem to be an agonized eternity.
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> When you bring the handle still, she slumps back down into her bonds - ribs and belly heaving heavily as the little mare struggles to catch her breath from the shock.
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> The magneto’s low whir gives her just a half-second of warning; even so you see her eyes shoot wide in that fraction of a moment before she begins to howl again.
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> “NNNNYYYAAAAAAARGHHHH!!”
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> Again Coco bucks against her bonds, the wide leather straps that hold her haunches to the wooden bars creaking as they strain against the mare’s frenzied struggles.
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> “AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEGGGGH! PLEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEEEEEEEEE-”
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> Abruptly you drag the handle to a halt; Coco sags back down against her shackles.
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> A thin sheen of lather already gleams on her pale coat, a forewarning of what will come later.
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“Now Coco, can you tell me why you’re here?”
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> “I d-d-don’t knoooOOOOWWAAAAAAAARGH!”
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> Barely had Coco begun to answer when you threw the handle into motion again - the magneto’s whine being drowned beneath her animalistic screams.
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> Coco screamed until the last breath had left her lungs, and then a bit more:
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> A frenzied, animalistic scream that wavered with the maddened spasming of her body under the current.
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> This time you didn’t give the mare any enduring relief, and slowed the handle’s turning only just long enough to let her draw another tortured breath before resuming again.
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> “NOOOOAAAAARGH! AAAIIIIIGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
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> The screams torn from her throat by the electricity’s sizzling touch were increasingly raw and ragged as you flayed away layers of her consciousness with the magneto’s relentless turning.
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> You could only imagine what it was like for her - that scorching, sizzling touch snapping through her body from three of the most sensitive places on it.
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> By the time you finally let the handle slow to a halt, Coco was already retreating into herself.
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> Her eyes stared dully towards the one-way mirror and she breathed in sudden, shallow spurts as though afraid any deeper lungfuls of air would reinvite the shocks to return.
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“Coco? Coco, look at me, dear…”
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> Somehow she manages, in spite of the fog you had shocked into her mind.
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> Wordless and whimpering, yes - but she looks.
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“Tell me again, Coco, why are you here?”
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> “I - I - I don’t - can’t - I don’t - I-I’ve been g-good I promise and oh no no no no, please Celestia don’t-”
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> She had begun to shudder and shiver as you laid your hand on the magneto’s crank again.
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> A light touch nudged the handle back and forth, drawing yet more panicked pleading from the mare as tears spilled down her cheeks and lathered sweat stained her sides.
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> “-can’t say I don’t know please don’t hurt me I’ve been good I don’t know why I’m here-”
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> Chuckling, you drop your hand from the magneto and saunter over to Coco.
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> In spite of all she’s been through, the mare somehow still finds the wits to realize she is not going to be tortured - not any further.
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> Not right now, anyhow.
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> Still she leans her head back as you slip your fingers beneath her chin, though, and can barely bring herself to meet your eyes as you caress her sweat-soaked mane.
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> Coco mumbled frantic, half-incoherent pleas beneath her breath, eyes unfocused and slightly rolled-up as your hands caress her body.
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> That ended when your hands found one of the heavy clip, twisting it - and the teat its teeth so cruelly dug into - to savagely drag Coco back to reality.
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> “HYYYYYAH! NOOOO, PLEASE! I-IT HURTS!”
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“Of course it does, Coco.”
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> She whimpers again as you let the clamp go, freeing it to hang dangling from her agonized flesh.
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> That whimpering doesn’t stop even when you kiss her forehead, little desperate pants emerging from her raw throat.
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“But you know, Coco, I’m not the one you need to be telling.”
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> Stepping back, you raise one finger to the mirror on the wall - and the pony hidden behind it.
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“Why don’t you let Applejack know? She’s the one who really needs to-”
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> “A-Applejack please, oh Celestia please tell him, tell him do anything for him let him know please please please please please...”
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> As her babbling again sank back down into incoherence, your fingers brush the clamp still savagely biting into the tender, nerve-laden bean at the head of her marehood.
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> Even that small touch was enough to send Coco into a fresh round of whimpering as its swinging, tugging weight re-awoke every nerve the electricity had broken.
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“So, okay. No more electricity now. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, Coco?”
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> “Y-Y-Yes, p-pleeeease; no m-more ele-e-”
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> Coco freezes stock-still as she hears your pants hit the interrogation room’s floor.
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> Flinches at the sound of the lube bottle’s lid popping open, and whimpers when she feels you slip into her from behind.
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> A side advantage of having her restrained on these elevated bars:
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> If you squatted down a bit, her marehood was just as available for your pleasure as it was for her punishment.
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> And the long minutes spasming under the current had left her quite pliant to your desires.
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> Whines, long and keening, are drawn from Coco’s throat as you enter her.
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> But this is a humiliation she is familiar with - and compared to the torment you had inflicted on her earlier, the sensation of your filling her up with each thrust was downright benevolent by comparison.
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> What else it inflicted on her, though…
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> “M-Master, take them off… take them off, I’m begging you!”
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“Mmmm-”
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> You lean forward, your hands slipping around Coco’s throat.
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> Feeling how slender, soft, and vulnerable it was - how you could feel the thrumming of her heartbeat pulsing just beneath the velvety layer of her coat.
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“Take what off, Coco?”
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> “The c-c-clamps, Master! They hurt! Please, I-I’ve been goood!”
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> Of course they hurt.
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> Each thrust sent the cruel little metal jaws - and the cables that hung from them - swinging wildly:
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> Tugging, pulling, and twisting the so-recently-tortured little nubs of nerve-ridden flesh they bit in to.
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“You mean I should take these off, Coco?”
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> Your fingers find their way to one of the clamps, adding your own little tugs to the already painfully-pulled flesh.
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> “AAAAAAH! No, please! Please don’t touch them!”
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> The little creamy mare convulses under your touch, and you feel a prickling race across your skin as she grinds against you.
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> Have to slow down; if you kept going at this rate, you’d finish far too quickly...
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“No…? But I thought you just told me I should…”
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> “M-Maaaaasteeeer!”
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“No, then. That’s fine. Maybe it was this one you wanted off?”
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> Letting that first clamp fall free - and deliver one last tortuous tug to the teat trapped between its toothed jaws - you let your fingers roam down to find the clip entrapping the mare’s clit.
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> It stands, strangely projected by how you fill her marehood, and is an easy target for your fingers.
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> Coco opens her mouth to protest again, but no words are produced before they are cut off by a sudden, shrill shrieking as you give that clamp a firm tug.
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> “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!”
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“No? It doesn’t sound like you want that one off either.”
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> Lost in her world of pain and violation, Coco has let her eyes roll back up into her head again.
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> Her tongue lolls free, her raw throat still producing occasional whimpers as you pump into her.
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> If this were to go on for that much longer, you think it quite likely that she might just collapse into the blissful relief of unconsciousness.
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> You can’t have that, of course; slowing yourself, you grind your hips against her rump and slip a hand beneath her muzzle - drawing her head back between her suspended forelegs.
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“Coco? Listen to my voice. Can you hear me, Coco?”
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> “Y-Y-Y-Yeeee....”
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> It’s not really an answer, but it’s enough; you hilt yourself in her again and relish the warm, trembling tightness wrapping your shaft.
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> “A-Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!”
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> Coco squeaks out one last whine, and you are pushed over the edge:
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> Driving yourself balls-deep into her one final time and letting loose - prickles erupting over your skin as you pump your seed into her marehood.
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> Coco barely whimpers as you draw your softening shaft from her, too lost in her own private hell to really think about what had just happened.
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> In the midst of this, a new and entirely different sound reaches your ears:
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> The insistent, regular dinging of a bell.
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> Ah, Applejack.
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> Broken already?
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> Just a bit too late, unfortunately.
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> Stepping back, you admire Coco’s broken form, hanging limply in her chains as she drifts in a sea of agony and violation.
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> Even for this soft, gentle mare, cords and lines of muscle stood out on her coat.
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> You give her a few minutes longer to recovery before stepping back to the cart; at the first low whirring of the magneto, she jerks upright with wide, frenzied eyes.
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> In the distance, Applejack’s bell dings merrily away.
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> “Nononono, no more, no more!”
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“No more, hmm? Well, I’ll take two of the clips off. How does that sound, Coco?”
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> “Yes! Oh Celestia yes, please take them off, I’ll be good I promise please please pelase!”
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> Chuckling, you select a rounded, swollen-looking plug from the cart.
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> Going to kneel by the tormented mare, you hold it up in front of her - letting her see its gleaming, black, rubbery girth.
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“Open your mouth, Coco. Open your mouth and take this in; get it nice and good and wet with your tongue and I’ll take two of the clips off.
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> She complies eagerly through her half-conscious haze of pain, spreading her lips painfully wide to accept the plug’s girth.
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> In exchange, you keep your word - though Coco squeals around the plug when you take the toothed clips from her teats.
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> You knew exactly how bad it would be for her now, especially when the return of blood to those tortured little nubs turned them into white-hot points of pounding, thuddeing pain.
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“Plug.”
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> Holding your hand out beneath her jaw gives her enough of a hint; she spits the offending object into your palm.
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> “T-Thank you, Master. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank y-”
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> Coco freezes as the plug’s tip teases the crinkled bud beneath her tail.
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> “-no, no wait Master PLEASE!”
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> Protests unheeded, Coro stiffens as fingers press the plug through her muscled ring - reluctance to disobey wrestling with the instinctual desire to force an intruder out.
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> Barely paying attention when you had her suckling on it, she had not noticed the strips of conductive plastic on the plug’s skin, nor the little brass pin projecting from its hilt.
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> But she definitely does notice when the widest point of the plug slips past her entrance to lodge firmly within her:
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> Stretching her passage wide, and almost seeming to painfully spread her hips.
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> And she notices when you anchor one of the clips you had only just removed from her teats to that plug,
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> In the next room, Applejack’s bell rings furiously.
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“Open your mouth, Coco. And tongue out.”
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> You hold up the other free alligator clip.
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> Coco whimpers, ears pinned flat and eyes crossed as she stares down her muzzle at the hateful thing.
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“Coco…”
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> Even your warning tone fails to budge her; her jaws remain firmly wedged together by the stark fear of what you are about to do to her.
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> With a sigh you grip her jawbone in your hand, wedging fingers into her cheek to pry it open.
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> Coco’s tongue - so pink, and so wet - darts about furiously as if to avoid the coming agony, but it has only so far it can go and you are able to catch it between the clamp’s jagged teeth.
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> Howling with agony, Coco stiffens against you; despite just emptying yourself into her, you feel a fresh twitch between your legs.
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“Now, since you refused to open up for me when I ordered you…”
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> “Nooooph, ‘leashe-”
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> Pleading cuts off as you take the handle and give the magneto a good spin.
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> Instantly Coco has seized against her chains, eyes rolling up into her head as a feral, animalistic scream erupts from her throat - torn from her body by the current surging from muzzle to rump.
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> “NNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAARGH!”
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> Breath runs out, but Coco’s mouth stays open in a soundless scream until you let the handle halt.
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> She sags against the chains again, fresh tears wetting her cheeks.
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> Smiling, you turn to the one-way mirror - and the mare strapped down just beyond it.
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“Now Applejack, here’s how we’re going to do this. I’m going to ask simple questions. You’re going to answer with that bell - one ring for no, two for yes. And if you don’t answer fast enough or I’m not satisfied, I’m going to fry Coco’s brains out again. Understand?”
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> For a moment there is silence.
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> You lay a hand on the magneto’s handle; Coco heaves in a fresh sob and distantly, faintly, the bell rings twice.
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“Good pony, Applejack. Now, let’s start. First, is any of the rest of your family involved…”
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Anon
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How would you all ride celestia into town
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i would horse her up as hard as possible
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>tack
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>saddle
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>railwrap
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>blinders
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>heavy and loud horseshoes
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>every belt as tight as it can be
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>the bit as large as possible
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>maybe even plug her ears too and blind her with contacts as well so she can only react to the reigns and whip
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>heavy toys in her rear holes too that move each time she does
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>strap her down infront of a heavy carriage and have her pull it into the center of the city
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>she wont know where she is taken, nor who sees her
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>after i am done parading her around take her back home and release her
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>she will attempt to hide the whipe marks and where the belts dug into her skin
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>but its all futire because eventually she will see a picture of herself in the press. her life as a princess in now over, so she may as well totally give in to her bodily and clearly also psychological desires
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>stop up my game even further in the future and totally "horse-fy" her, whatever that could mean
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Celestia is bored and wanting to spice up her life, agrees on some absolutely zero-limits play with you. After a while of wheedling, she remains adamant for no safeword, and no limits, except maybe a time one (e.g. you have to free her and end the session in a week at the latest). Alicorns are truly immortal after all, there's nothing you could do to her that could seriously harm her, and she's BORED.
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But then instead of some sadistic play, you start dressing her up in tack. And then taking away her senses. And then the last thing she hears before you remove her hearing is a whisper that you'll take her for a walk in her gardens; and then, disoriented and sense-deprived, she spends the next few hours nervously sweating bullets hoping nopony catches a glance of you riding her in her private garden. What a revelation it will be to learn, once the day is over, that it was in fact a metaphor for the Crown's land holdings in Equestria as a whole, which incidentally include both central Canterlot and much of Ponyville.
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Later dressing Twilight up in a similar way and then leading her to see the Princesses. She'd have no way of knowing what's going on, and in the meantime, while she's lost in the darkness and the tightness of her tack, the pleasure and the pain - unbenknownst to her, she'd be being paraded in front of her idle and mentor, forever shattering Celestia's image of her innocent bookish student who was still practically a filly just some years ago.
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Anon
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When training cozy I was would first leave her in tartarus or something else horrible for about a month and make sure she receives terrible treatment then after that time is up I would go in and take her to a better residence where her *rehabilitation* will begin at this point I was thinking of doing the same thing as rapeape by which I mean have something connected to her nether regions which she doesn’t know about that rewards her when certain criteria is met I was thinking of having it on a medium setting every time I am touching her as well as when we are putting on her bondage gear I am going to try and get her to think she enjoys this.
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>then one day I am going to put her over my lap and start spanking the hell out of her and the while the magical thing is going on Max.
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>as I slap her cute little ass she starts leaking And moaning.
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“Wow cozy are you enjoying this I knew you where depraved but I didn’t think you were a masochist slut.”
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>as my hand slaps her soft behind again leaving a small red handprint.
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>Cozy moans and says in scared voice “I don’t know what you are talking about I hate this please stop.”
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>taking advantage of her now lubricated cunt I slip My index finger inside and begin to prove the walls of her marehood.
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>she moans out in surprise at the sudden intrusion
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“Anon please stop” cozy pleads
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>anon then starts groping her flank with the rest of her hand.
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“Shh cozy this is your reward for being a good filly all through your rehabilitation”
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>you start stroking her clit
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>she moans “Oh anon”
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>You can feel she is getting close so you pull your finger out of her love hole.
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>And for the first time since her rehabilitation started you fully turn of the machine teasing her genitals.
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>”cozy you have made a lot of progress so I wanted to give you a reward but I can now see that even if you did enjoy it you still didn’t know how to feel about it so I decided to stop for now.
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>cozy looks at you with desire and lust in her eyes but still determined to keep her pride she just nods and walks away
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Anon
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>force mare to do split or whatever else exposes her bits
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>now slide a vibrator egg into her pussy and move the ballerinadress back into place, covering everything nicely
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>turn on that vibrator on the lowest setting
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>a subtle blush appears or the purple princess' face
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>you see her trying to close her legs or just get rid of that buzzing but each time she gets put back in her place
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>you turn around and leave her for the next hour while you do masterstuff
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>come back later
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>twiggie is an absolute mess with her crotch being soaked arousal running down her leg
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>and all of this with the lowest setting
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Anon
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candyass
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>tell her something about a different kind of love
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>she is interested and wants to learn
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>some horsemagic happens and she doesnt really look into your mind, but what you feel when you think about enslaving her
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>hearteyes, leaking arousal and a heat-like feeling inside of her
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>she wants to learn from you, no limits, no rules. she just has to understand what causes this sensation
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>timeskip a few weeks and the princess still seems normal to her subjects. she still wears the same dresses and hasnt been absent either
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>but each night you teach her and her husband more about their new place in life
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>it just feels so right to let go and submit after a hard day of work in and around the castle
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>you use the pair against each other, never allowing both of them to be pelasured at the same time. sometimes candyass gets stuffed with a fleshlight and doesnt feel a thing when her husband is allowed some release, the next day she gets fucked by him with a strapon
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>a few times they wanted to say "stop", like when you strapped shining below cadences throne and had him eat her out while she was doing princessbusiness. he was struggling for breath while she had to maintain her act
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overall, something gently but with both her and her husband. mild chastity and edgeplay but nothing too heavy. low amounts of pain and more of a mindbreak and "loyalty"-focus. maybe some gendeswitch play in between
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twiggie
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>the usual way this happens for the plump purple princess is her being tricked into it with books
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>but what if (you) were the villain?
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>wha if she got send to take you down but failed?
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>magic passed right through you, her stronger physical friends booped unconscious or whatever
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>whatever really happened, she ended up in tears at her feet begging for merce, promising to do whatever it takes for you to spare her friends
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>she was told to tell everyone who asked the problem was dealt with, (you) having been reformed like she managed to do with so many other villains. after all, all her friends were knocked out and noone else saw what happened
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>she was told to perform her regular duties but you always gave it a interesting spin
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>for the next winterwrapup, she pulled carriages in horsegear
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>during the next heatseason, she didnt lock herself inside her castle but stayed outside always dressed to attract stallions but with her bits hidden behind underwear under which she wore a tight chastitybelt
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>for visits to the princess, you did ofcourse accompany her... with her pulling the carriage instead of taking the train
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>all this this she initially only barely endured when later, she actually started to like it
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coudl be very interesting for her to explain to her friends. and she would propably have questions for each of them to help her out. rarity for dresses and outfits, applejack for how to pull carts, dash for fitness, pinkie uuuh pinkie stuff, fluttershy for how to hide emberassment
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No idea what to do to the other princesses that hasnt been done already
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>luna wanting to make up for her sins as nightmaremoon
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>instead you use tattoos for her cutiemark and bodypaint for the rest to make her look like the mistress of the night again and use that against her
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>all that old armour and whatever she wore is now strapped in place and secured with little padlocks
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>what should be a dominant moonmare is still just the same old shy princess shortly after she was reformed and is now to be trained as whatever you want her to
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luna or sunbutt
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>maybe meet her during one of her weak moments. after she got captured by crysalis, outwitted by discord or whatever... she feels horrible and feels like she needs to be punished for failing her little ponies
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>so you offer exactly that to her, but you also expect commitment from her. ofcourse she agrees
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>you give her what she kind of expected: some spanking, maybe some gentle bondage
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>but then when she things "this is enough" it goes on. the spanking turns into whipping, the bondage gets more uncomfortable and it starts to sneak into everyday life
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hmm where to go from here though? have her announce her new place in life to her little ponies? more bondage?
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Anon
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*Haaa...* "J-Just a little more, Luna... *Please... I can still taste him on you..."*
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"S-Sister, y-your horn! It's-- You're rubbing against--!"
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*Mwah, slurp, lick~ "Mnn, I found some... St-Stuck between your teeth... His **cum..."***
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"I w-was saving that for n-night court...! S-So I had something to chew on!"
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*"Please, Luna, I need it... I'm so hot right now... I need his cum, I need to taste it, to **savour it...** To feel it running down my throat while I imagine his c-cock r-rutting my f-f-f-f-face!"*
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***"Aaah~!*** Sister, you're going to--!"
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**[Rub, rub, rub, spark, spark!]**
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*"Just imagine it's his f-fingers on your horn, Loony... A-Anon's strong, dextrous, nimble fingers ruh-huh-hunning up and down your horn, tracing the fluting, rrrrrrrrrrrubbing you until your magic leaks out..."*
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"N-No, no more! I can't taste him anymore! A-All I taste is you, sister!"
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*"M-More, please, Anon, I need it... Cum in me... Please~"*
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"Anon will return on the morrow, sister! Y-You have to hold out until then! B-Be strong!"
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*"Anon is strong... I c-can't go on without him... Without his love, his lust, his **heat...** Inside me, all over me, **running down my face..."***
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"A-Anon... Mmnff~" **[Slurp, smack, lick~]** *"Come home soon, husband... We won't last much longer without you..."*
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Anon
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Ever since anon took over Equestria all her enemies fear her far more then ever before. With celestia as his advisor he basically has all the experience he needs but that is not why anons equestria is feared no it’s feared because after anons Ascension To the throne some sexist moron from Saddle Arabia got the bright idea to invade equestria saying that it was bad enough that males were allowed positions in their government but now equestria is being ruled by a man this is unacceptable. She gathered some minor nobels and invaded however equestrias army was still the same and equestria was still the worlds super power needless to say some Saddle Arabian Nobel was beaten and brought before anon. As she was being lead to him she stayed defiant and cursed him and his regime however after meeting him all the bluster vanished and was replaced by submission.
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>once the queen of saddle Arabia heard about her sexist cousin attack she Went to canterlot as fast as she could the journey took 1 day to pled with celestia the real power behind the throne and the rest of the court that her cousins actions did not reflect the rest of Saddle Arabia and told everypony their about how she believes that any mare that didn’t control everything about their colt was a failure of a mare and serval more sexist things her cousin thought.
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>she then told the court that equestria could keep her cousin as an act of good Will and begged for peace.
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>she was then introduced to king anon pulling her cousin in on her leash she looking up at him with hearts in her eyes as if he was the goddess herself.
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>then as he walked closer she got a smell off him and all she could think about was submitting to him
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>instead of Pleading to Celestia Like she originally thought she found herself begging a male the very idea would have been ridiculous and she would never do such a disgraceful thing as she thought this she realized she was already begging him for peace. As she was doing this her mind was at peace and filled with thoughts of erotic submission to the new king.
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He insisted that she stay for dinner so they could discuss the terms in detail. She found herself agreeing. As she left the room she realized what she just agreed too and was horrified at her actions and the thoughts she was still having worse yet she had to have a whole dinner with that thing if if the few minutes were any indication by the end of the meal she might end up like her cousin horrified at the idea of becoming some MANs whore she thinks to escape but realizes that it might mean war between equestria and her country. After thinking about it she sacrifices herself and goes to the dinner however instead of having a discussion with the new King like she feared it was Celestia she was negotiating with thank goddess she thought.
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Apparently king anon was breaking in her cousin
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After the negotiations finished very much in equestrians favour with them gaining Territory and reparations the queen left equestria once she arrived back home she told everyone what she saw and felt.
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After that she tried to clear her mind of the ape creature by having some fun with her harem off over 100 stallions but no matter what she did it didn’t Satisfy her after less then a month of trying everything to forget about equestrians new king she left her country and returned to the equestrian Palace to try and organize a marriage she was still a respected mare after all and the marriage could provide much-needed legitimacy she
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Made this and so many other excuses lying to herself that she was going their to be his wife and the dominant partner or maybe even equals.
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Once she arrived to the place
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>she was escorted by the royal guard two geldings to the throne room.
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>she thought about how she would purpose to her new husband.
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>once she arrives at the door to the throne room her mind goes back to thoughts of submission.
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>but she knows she can resist such thoughts and desires she is a strong mare with a will second only to the legendary alicorns of their race.
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>the geldings open the door.
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>to reveal the royal court in engaged acts of debauchery
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>mares with strap ons fucking stallions and other mares
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>males in chastity worshipping other males cocks.
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>as she looks around she notices every member of the royal court is wearing bondage gear.
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>collars, chains, chastity belts and bondage suits she see serval Nobels she learned about in bondage gear engaging in acts of submission her cousin among them.
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>just a month ago this mare was a paragon of purity now she is reduced to this.
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>she realizes this might not have been the best decision.
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>then she looks to the throne to look for king anon.
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>see is immediately horrified and terrified at the sight before her Kings anon sitting on his throne naked being worshipped by five mares.
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>the five alicorn mares wearing collars Chained to his throne
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>the five alicorns symbols of ponykind and mare might reduced to cock worshiping sluts.
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>you see Cadence using her magic to hold her filly daughter flurry heart’s head down as she deep throated the king.
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>as she looks at anon he looks back and smiles at her
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>”ah hello your majesty it’s nice to see you again.”
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“What are you doing” the queen asked fearfullly
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>”well I was having a normal day a court then I heard you were coming and decided that we should celebrate. So I decided to tidy up a bit just some minor things like chaining my slaves to my throne so they can worship my all day. and well that’s about it.”
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“you mean to say that this orgy is normal.”
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>well mostly normal
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Anon replies smiling “some are a bit more enthusiastic About the news then others but it’s mostly normal.”
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>”I will stop you and make everything right I will fix all of this degeneracy.”
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>anon starts laughing
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“Oh how are you going to do that.” Anon answered between his laughs
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>stuttering for a moment the queen answers trying to sound confident but really just sounding unsure of herself
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“I Will remove you from your throne and have you stand trail for this afterwards we will find a proper mare to replace you.”
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>the room seems to darken after those words left her mouth.
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>she looks at anon and sees a swell of Hatred Coming from twilight Sparkle The mare the was humping his leg almost mindlessly just a second before was now starting at her with murder in her eyes magic all around her ready to attack her.
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>she flinched at the display to find all the other alicorns looking her the same way the only exception being flurry heart who after removing herself from anons cock instead looks at her with a mix of pity and disgust
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Anon
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Subliminals and magic towards shinning to make him want to be humiliated, enslaved, cucked and turned into a mare.
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Shinning and cadence think it was their own 24/7 roleplay idea at first. Then later I would tell shinning that me and twilight's magic did this to him because we thought I should have a sissy slave
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cadence sits down to watch the show
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>anon takes off his pants and shirt
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>shinning starts to ask anon how he plans to do this Blushing the entire time.
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>before he can finish anon shushes him
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>Anon starts to remove the blue skirt Shining is wearing
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>Shining tenses up
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>Anon takes one of his hands and strokes Shining's face
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>he then uses the other to touch the blue skirt and starts to pull it off
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>anon pulls the skirt down so that it is off Shining's person and around his hind legs.
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>this leaves Shining only in a pair of tight pink
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>panties that barely cover his flank and present a massive bulge which could only be his erection.
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"Someone looks excited, don't they"
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>Shining Looks to you and Cadence Blushing but says nothing.
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>after Shining says nothing, you realize this is an opportunity to introduce him to basic punishment.
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>you take the opportunity to wind up your hand and slap his cutie mark with a lot of force.
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>you notice shinning gasp in pain, but you also see his cock twitch And him feeling the pleasure of the slap
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>it looks like Twilight managed to cast that spell on him that gives you pleasure equivalent to the pain you received without him Or Cadence finding out.
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>Shining, I asked you a question why didn't you answer it"
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>Shining Armour pauses for a moment before answering.
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>" umm, you said not to talk"
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>Shining says meekly, Almost embarrassed to answer.
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"Shining, you can talk when I ask you a question."
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>shining nods
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>" Yes, I am excited."
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> Shining again says meekly and in a low voice
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"come on, put some more feeling into it. I am going to fuck your feminine colt pussy well your wife watches. Cadence says she found out about this almost a month ago, and you have been talking about it ever since, and now that the time has come, all you can muster is a quiet I am excited you really are pathetic if that's all you can say I may as well fuck a real mare Cadence come over here."
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>with your rant finished, you take a deep breath and wait for Cadence to approach
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>as his wife walks towards you and him, Shining's face changes to a look of Both horror and arousal.
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"Would you enjoy it more if I fucked your wife first, or do you want that honor."
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>before shinning can answer, I move a hand down and grab cadence cutie mark
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>ponies are extra sensitive there
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>she gasps in surprise.
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>before I go any further Shinning answers, almost yelling
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>" Master, please fuck my colt pussy, please, your superior human cock to turn me into a cum stained drooling bitch; well, Cadence watch's please show her that I am nothing more than a submissive cuck that is addicted to cock.
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>shinning makes a relieved sigh
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> Cadence is just staring at her husband In pure shock.
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"It feels good to finally say it after being ashamed of this for so long, doesn't it."
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>shining nods "ya, that felt so good; you don't know how long I have been hiding how I feel. Thanks for making me say it."
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"Your welcome shining"
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>anon puts one of his hands on shinning’s head and pushes down
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“Shining Mussel down ass up”
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>Shining pauses for just a moment and then he moves his face to the ground and let his forelegs collapse well standing still on his hind legs
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Anon
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i want shining and cadence locked into chastitybelts and have them both watch me have fun with other mares. outside of workhours they can touch, kiss and hug each other as much as they want. when im feelingmean, i would have a special game for them to play.
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>both get blindfolded and deafed with a full headmask that gets locked on
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>after that, shining gets a strapon tied to his crotch while cadence has a fleshlight stuffed up are pussy
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>all they were told before is that they will get some special time together now
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>both will think its a reward for their former partner so they'll play along. noone will feel any pleasure... shining will hump cadence from behidn with as much power as he can while cadence pushed back against the her former husband
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>after half an hour, they'll be seperated, told not to talk about ever again and reunited for the regular slave duties
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any other games one could play with them apart form this fakesex?
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Anon
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>Cadence is always forced to see you lewding her daugther
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>The worst part it's not that Flurry is still a filly while she is being lewded or that she look genuinely happy and always enjoying and asking for more
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>The worst thing is that she's starting to getting aroused
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Anon
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>Filly training the colt to be a good girl for master
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I wish there was a green where anon receives a mail order colt by mistake.
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>He begs to stay, if he gets sent back again they'll put him down.
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OK, but you need to fulfil the duties I ordered the filly for.
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>Training commences.
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>colt is happy to have a new master and not live in a little cage anymore
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>the clothes are comfy, if a bit too girly for his taste
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>the shampoo master cleans him with each night before going to bed smells nice too
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>master sometimes has him wear VR goggles but he always forgets what was playing after they are taken off. it doesnt matter though because he is happy
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either that ot its some hard breaking and reeducation but i like this "soft and happy" approach for small colts and fillies. an ugly stallion wouldnt get that chance from me
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Anon
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>isolate mare from the outside world
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>take her with you to a big party
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>all she can feel are muffled sounds and the heavy base in her lungs
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>you leave her in the middle of the dancefloor, everyone else just sees a shiny black mare with a wide stance and flaring nostrils in a hot and sweaty club
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>stallions just mount her, with your slave only feeling changes in pressure in her holes, but no pleasure
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>your slave keeps getting bumped into as the night goes on, while struggling get enough air past those tiny nostril holes
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>once the party dies down and the guests start to leave you walk up to your mare and pick her up
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>you quickly hose her down and clean her holes only for you to now get your satusfaction
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>your slave, having been repeatedly been used and abuse that night now gets tipped over in your bed and used as a rubbery bodypillow
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>she still does know what happened, where she has been and what is happening right now but thats ok, because master is happy
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Slaves are ypur property and can be used in whichever way you like, ride them, hug them, whip them, spank them, ignore them, love them, modify them, leave them
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Anon
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There's something to be said for a more informal rewards system. Where instead of a mechanised, "you wear/do X, you get Y points, and here are the set point prices in the reward shop, now go min-max", it's just "if you lock yourself up and submit yourself to me and to the other slaves, I'll see that you're a good slave and I'll like you more". Having it on a vague favour system would prevent slaves optimising to get just the right point reward they want, and it would also encourage competition: if one slave is spending a month hobbled, deepthroat gagged, locked into a latex suit, with restricted breathing, a balloon in the bladder, and spending every other day either locked the entire day in public use stalls or on the whipping post - just because they want to redeem, say, free orgasms for an entire week - then let them! Maybe you don't think it's worth it. On the other hand if slaves locking themselves up into predicaments then get special attention from Master whenever he comes visit, cuddles and pets, and he praises them and encourages them, and all of you slaves who avoid the restraints are barely glanced at - then there's probably much more incentive to one-up the other slaves, not just to get the minimum amount of points that you can redeem for whatever you fancy, but to put yourself into enough restraints and predicaments to get Master to notice you more than the other slaves.
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That's genius, and can be extended to all kinds of things as well.
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>a good slave will practice self-bondage regularly, whenever it doesn't interfere with their other duties
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>a good slave will lock themselves in a gag to help themselves learn to take whatever they're dealt without talking back
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>a good slave will voluntarily wear chastity
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>a good slave will voluntarily spank themselves, or even volunteer for pain slave duty to spend a day being whipped
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One could imagine leaving out a bunch of restraints that slaves are free to use, but the keys are only held by you. Maybe it's only accessible around the morning, so slaves have to make a choice whether they want to wear anything that day or not. Then at the end of the day you go around and unlock the slaves who locked themselves in, giving them pets and praise that the other slaves don't get. Or don't unlock them - here's a good girl that hobbled herself for a day, you should be a very good girl and remaing hobbled for now! After all, choosing to wear anything means submitting to master for when it gets unlocked, and master might choose to make you wear it as long as he pleases (within safety limits, and/or magically handwave those).
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Same for chastity. Maybe some system were extra favour is given to slaves who deny themselves orgasm for their master. Slaves can of course just exercise willpower (some kind of tracking would be necessary to prevent cheating), and they get the benefits as long as they choose to abstain, while retaining control over how much they value those benefits. Or slaves can pick up a free chastity belt (or cage?) and lock themselves in, giving master all the control; but the benefit from that is that every orgasm they do get is going to be given in the personal presence of master when he unlocks you, perhaps even by master himself!
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How about "stations" slaves can lock themselves into? Have whipping slave posts, where any slave can go shackle themselves in (even with sensory deprivation, at their choice) and that's an invitation for all other slaves to have at them with ships, canes, paddles etc., with no restrictions. But then master personally comes by to hug, cuddle and praise you, maybe you even get to sleep in his room tonight!
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Have public service stations, where you're bound up to a gloryhole. Maybe on both ends too, so you have to service other slaves, but your bits are also free to be played with.
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How about a lounge area with in-seat bondage, so a slave can choose to spend the day bound inside with only the tip of their muzzle sticking out, while other slaves can sit down for a very relaxing rest.
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Each position of course comes with commensurate rewards. What kind of other ideas would you make available to your slaves? What other opportunities to bind themselves, to voluntarily give up control and submit themselves to the mercy of you and/or other slaves?
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I also feel like part of the purpose is to encourage slaves to WANT to be bound, locked and "punished" (in quotes because this would have nothing to do with actual punishments for misbehaving). A points shop encourages pretty pragmatic thinking; slaves will ask themselves, do I value freedom or comfort in this or that aspect more? Do I want to trade away some particular freedom in exchange for this or that particular pleasure at the end of the month? They'll make the judgement based on value and THEIR enjoyment, and pick what THEY like best.
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On the other hand by tying it to "Master's favour" you a) reinforce that Master's favour is a worthwhile reward in itself that all should strive for; and b) assuming most of your slaves are trained well enough to indeed yearn for your favour and approval, this teaches them that the way to earn it is through voluntary submission. Giving away control over yourself to the keys that Master holds, giving up your body to service of Master's household, etc. Ultimately, the goal is for slaves to learn to WANT to be bound, not as a "price" they begrudginly have to pay for some other reward, but because they have learned that it is good to be bound, because it makes Master happy, and Master being happy makes them happy.
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Anon
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slave-dressup-game
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>i like my mares to be as pretty as possible at all times, so trying to find a pony with a sense for fashion and aesthetics helped
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>i put her in charge of the outfits for all the other slaves in the household but not before i had a good talk with her on what is important to me. input from her is allowed as long as she knows her place which should be a problem after a good breaking and rebuilding.
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>as the pony in charge for the visual of others, she ofcourse has to lead by example as well. dresses, a well maintained mane, tail and coat and proper posture are all very important
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>i have a thing for victorian clothing and their wide, poofy gowns so her wearing one doesnt come as suprise. corsets and tightlacing dont work too well on ponies but should be attempted anyway. im not expecting the pony equivalent of a 14" waist but i do want to see a narrow waist and the with it coming change in movement and other restrictions
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>she is expected to wear boots at all time raising her rump just ever so slightly as well as gloves. feeling, touching objects with her own hooves will become a privilege for her. if she does her job well, i will find a way so she cant even use those hooves to lift anything up anymore either. good conduct gets rewarded!
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>being a pony, her body has obvious needs as well, but any kind of secual contact with other slaves unless otherwise instructed or allowed is strictly forbidden. and being a slave of higher standing in the hierarchy, i simply cannot allow any slipups. not do i intend to give her the chance to. otherwise i would risk of setting a horrible precedent for the other slaves to follow in her hoofsteps
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>her vaginal lips, adorned with 5 piercings on each sides are to be laced shut by whatever ribbon of her choosing. once tied, her bits are to be hidden behind a transparent, diamont-like chastitybelt. a heavy, metal buttplug then gets locked into place with the belt as well. the plugs weight and size will stay noticable all day whenever she moves... just as a reminder
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>having a thing for teats i did also make her ask me to enlarge those as well. not with a potion, or a spell, but classic surgery and implants.
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this sounds like a good startingpoint for my households headslave with a focus on optics. always dolled up, restricted only by a small chastitydevice, the buttplug and maybe those new, heavier teats and the dresses she as to wear and the corsets or other ponyfied shapewear there is. obviously this isnt the end of the road for her but much rather one of many stops.
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eventually, i want to take away more things from her. if tightlacing doesnt work out that well for ponies or hits its limits sooner, perhaps a tight posturecollar can be added. i would love to keep raising the "heellevel" on the hindlegs and raise that rump to force that "presenting" posture until its eyelevel for other ponies and make it a permanent thing. i would like to modify her bits some more well...so much work
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>So it seems that I captured two girls in my car's trunk.
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>It must have been one hell of a night, I drove for miles in zombie mode and got woke up by someone kicking on the trunk.
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>Oh shit. Two girls.
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>That's what I said.
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>What I'm going to do now all of the region's police forces are going to be after me, if not, they already are
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>okay should I ask them how I ended up there?
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>Ah yes certainly a ransom or some shit I got into, but how? When? Why am I on drugs.
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>open the trunk again, yes;, there's these two, they are real
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>take one's duct tape off.
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>she starts screaming
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>"We're in the middle of the forest, you can scream all you want, that's not gonna make anything advance further"
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>she ceases screaming
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>Her:"WHO ARE YOU"
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>"I'm anon, nice to meet you how did you get in there?"
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>Her:"You kidnapped us didn't you? You know who I am? I'm Diamond Tiara, my father is an investment banker and owns a finance consultancy office in Manehattan! And this is SilverSpoon my friend!"
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>"Okay...For how long have you been there? Do you remember anything?"
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>DT:"We were leaving school and some guys took us, then I probably got drugged because I fainted!"
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>take the duct tape off SilverSpoon
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>"Do you confirm or have any more info?"
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>SS:"Why should I talk to a dead guy. Our parents are extremely rich, we don't call the police, there's certainly all the mafia, all the ex intelligence, ex military, trained and equipped willing to earn millions on your head."
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>Yes this confirms at which point I am fucked up.
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>"what's that smell? oh god tell me not"
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>SS:"I think DT forgot herself"
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>DT:"No you peed yourself and we both... Urgh. I still want to vomit"
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>"I'm liberating you two, ok?"
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>Take a knife
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>start cutting the cords
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>think about it a minute
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>"I still need to know how you ended on my car, I have one rule, I take no drugs and no human trafficking."
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>SS:"Hehehe, human. He thinks we're..."
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>DT:"Shut up Silver we're humans. And this goes against the convention of human rights!"
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>Normally if I listened to my instincts I should have let them both go free and called the cops.
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>no phone
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>this late-90's Audi has no GPS.
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>can't find a phone
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>there's stains of blood on the passenger seat enough for a wound, not enough for anything lethal
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>a gun. An airsoft replica of a Berretta actually, good to scare but not for actual defense
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>I have no idea what time it is. Morning certainly.
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>go back to the rear
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>DT:"Are you all there Anon?"
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>"Let it be clear, I have no intention to kill you or harm you or let anyone hurt you or anything, do you understand? If there's a ransom on you it got to be high enough."
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>If it's a ransom they may be very stupid or something went really wrong.
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>DT:"You think you will get your part? They will just kill you once your job is done."
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>"You're right or it's something else. Before I release you both in the middle of nowhere I..."
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>SS:"You have no idea where we are? What kind of driver are you? you're either stupid, or just gullible."
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>"I'm going to leave you two nearby a police station as soon I find one, then I'm going my way, I'm sure this was all a huge mistake, took a car I shouldn't."
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>SS:"That's what I said, you're gullible, if I got kidnapped I'd tell the police every detail, you would not last two minutes."
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>DT:"No, don't listen to her she's kidding, we're not going to tell anything, we don't know your real name and are bad at identifying anyone, but for Celestia's sake untie us!"
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>"I need to think of a strategy first.
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>DT:"and I want to take a bath or a shower that's my priority!"
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>"okay here you go."
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>take the knife, and untie her
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>DT:"AAAH my legs! They fell asleep! Anon help me get out of here!"
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>do the same with the other one.
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>SS:"That's about time, you should have done that five minutes ago."
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>I'm carrying them both out, put them on the side of the alley.
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>"You'll be fine? Someone will find you again, there's nobody around, apart maybe hunters or lumberjacks"
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>DT:"What are you saying? You're abandoning us now?"
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>SS:"Diamond can you just help me take these shorts away, I can't move."
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>She's helping her, i'm looking away.
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>DT:"Do you have water or some soap in your car or anything? I refuse to be seen like that!"
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>SS:"my legs hurts... my back hurts too."
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>"Perhaps you'll find a lake or a river downhill. You won't get cold in this season"
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>DT:"Take us there, It's a bit your fault if we're in this situation you know"
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>SS:"You don't have much of a choice of you want us to not snitch you."
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>"Okay I'll try to find a place like this. What are you doing?"
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>she's taking off her clothes
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>DT:"It's literally soaked, Anon! I can't take it anymore!"
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>"Now I'm gonna be in trouble."
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>Silver Spoon is doing the same
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>I'm packing their clothings and throw them on the trunk
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>Diamond Tiara is jumping on the driver seat and tries turn on the car.
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>Perhaps that's the best outcome. I'll find a way to get out.
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>I'm closing the trunk.
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>She's examining the controls. Manages to find the ignition, the blinkers... the brakes but not starting up the engine.
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>I'm sitting outside, waiting once they find they need to turn the ignition key all the way and tested out every function.
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>she's opening the door
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>Silver Spoon is looking at the car's manual from the glovebox, yet clueless.
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>DT:"Anon! did you lock the car on purpose?"
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>I'm laughing out loud
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>"Clearly, you can't drive."
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>Go back to the driver seat
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>DT:"I could I'm just too numb to do anything"
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>drive slowly for a few hundred meters into the woods
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>SS:"There! Anon was right there's some kind of ...lake"
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>DT:"Stop there, that'll be good enough."
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>she's taking the rest of her clothes away as she's rushing into the stream
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>SS is undressing herself completely
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>I'm making efforts looking away
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>SS:"Anon can you carry me down there?"
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>"you're sure?"
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>DT:"It's a bit chill watch out!"
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>SS:"You never seen a nude girl? Come on i can't even move!"
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>"It's just..." *looks around* alright just this time.
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>Carry her out of the car
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>DT:"You alright Silver?"
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>she's completely nude as well
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>both appears to have a tattoo on the butt.
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>DT:"C'mon I'm gonna help you, you gotta swim a bit that will help your limbs getting better!"
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>SS:"I'm an awful swimmer, is that deep?"
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>"I'm bringing your clothes in if you need to wash them ok?"
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>SS:"Very nice of you Anon. I imagine you're going to leave us there, now."
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>Get back on the car
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>grab the gun, the knife, and a first aid kit
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>"Gun's fake but credible enough. will scare away anyone, hold it like that, never leave a finger on the trigger unless you're ready to shoot, take the security out. You have a first aid kit, and a knife in case of. If really things goes bad, stab low, and rotate the blade to open the wound, that will calm any aggressor."
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>DT:"Wait, you're leaving us?"
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>"I'm gonna bring the police and tell them you're here, now I'm disappearing, you will soon be home, deal?"
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>SS:"Wait. I'm gonna agree you're not really here for us. You said you don't know who we are, what if whoever kidnapped us find us first before the police?"
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>DT:"In a sense you have some kind of duty to protect us, and yourself by the way."
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>she's swimming in direction of SilverSpoon helping her regain some mobility
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>SS:"I'm gonna have some marks, that sucks. don't mind Anon he's a bit shy around girls."
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>About to get back to the car.
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>"I still want to understand how I ended up there."
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>DT:"Don't be dumb staying there, get in the water too, once you're in it's good."
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>Silver is washing her clothes with some grass and flowers from the edge of the stream
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>I'm checking around
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>breaking my own rules as I should have left and not tell a word, abandon the car, set it on fire to erase everything. fingerprints, DNA...
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>doing it anyways, taking down my pants and underwear, getting in the water. And damn that's refreshing.
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>they don't seem offended or anything.
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>"So where exactly do you live? Have any phone number? someone to call in case of emergency?"
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>SS:"We're traveling in this region, we're from"
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>DT:"England. She's from England and I'm from Canada."
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>"I don't believe you and that's okay, it's none of my business after all."
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>she's hanging her clothes to dry on a branch and comes help her friend.
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>DT:"Come on Silver you don't have to be scared, it's not deep at all."
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>"Never been swimming before?"
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>SS:"Yes,I'm not scared, unlike you I don't have a swimming pool at home"
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>"It's not hard, just keep moving, if you manage to swim I'm gonna teach you to drive, plus this can save your life."
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>Silver is looking at me: "You can't be serious, but okay, better not let me drown."
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>Diamond is laughing around
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>after a few minutes she manages to coordinate her movements.
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>"doing better, congrats!"
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>SS:"my legs no longer hurts but I'm tired!"
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>Diamond is sunbathing on the grass, taking some rest.
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>"Just wondering, what are those tattoos on your butt?"
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>SS:"Tattoos."
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>"I'm trying to assume you two lost some kind of bet and got your nicknames from these."
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>SS:"Yes It's a long story."
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>We're going out of the water, take some time to dry and discuss a bit more. Silver is taking back her glasses.
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>Diamond Tiara is keeping an eye on me as she's cleaning the trunk and seats with some windshield fluid she found there.
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>"So what's the plan, where do I take you two? You must have a home or something, what school are you going and who did try to capture you?"
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>DT:"I think if you really want to know you'd be in trouble"
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>"I'm already in trouble, the simple fact I'm naked here, with you also naked means I'm off to a decade of prison at least... How old are you"
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>DT:"Ummm I'm er 16, 17 soon. I'm in highschool. What about you?"
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>"I'm 23. About you, I'd say no more than 13"
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>DT is tucking her breasts to get them to look bigger, looking at me "You're only 23?"
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>"Only? I'm not lying."
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>DT is looking at me "alright you're tall but I believe you."
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>I'm not even minding anymore, and take a rest under the sun
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>"So, you gotta think, remember what you can and who would have strapped you and put you on that car's trunk?"
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>SS:"Could be anyone, some organization tried to kidnap us to extract adrenochrome, or for some kind of ritual sacrifice... or perhaps a pedophile ring that will sell us on the internet to some politician."
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>DT:"That was an organization, they don't care about a ransom. They wanted us alive, we've been drugged and you too probably, now I don't know how far we are from the city but let's not get back there, alright?"
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>"You should check the cops."
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>SS:"What if your government is after us?"
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>DT:"Which could be the case. Imagine you're a fugitive researched now."
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>"I have no reason to be, whatever you two may have done won't get you in trouble. I did things that already tells me there's no way back. Perhaps one day I'm gonna quit driving.
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>DT:"Ever killed someone?"
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>"Not directly. I've seen people getting killed.I just get paid, and move on."
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>SilverSpoon's looking at Diamond Tiara
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>DT:"What are you doing?"
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>SS:"checking if there's any needle mark. That would explain a lot."
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>DT:"You think it would be visible?"
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>SS:"Stand up and stop talking, Diamind. Say, Anon can you help a bit?"
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>"Not really my business..."
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>puts some pants and clothes back on, trying to hide a boner. Heading back to the car
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>Sit and hurt myself, one of the strass or fake diamond seems to have detached from her tiara thing, I'm putting it in my pocket. Like if diamonds this size ever existed to begin with...
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>wait a minute or two.
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>Keep an eye on them like they're comparing eachother
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>Silver is taking her clothes back and dressing herself and Diamond's laughing for some reason.
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>They are coming back to the car, Diamond's grabbing back her clothes.
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>"What was you doing to her? Also put some clothes that's weird."
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>DT:"Nothing I just saw something weird on her. Nothing bad."
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>she's putting back her shirt, panties and grabs a tiara.
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>SS:"What's that smell?"
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>"Windshield fluid, Diamond found a bottle of it and cleaned the trunk and seats with it."
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>DT:"I'm totally stealing this fragrance!"
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>SilverSpoon is listening to me as I explain to her how to operate a motorized vehicle
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>"Always look around. Right and left before you turn, you never know. On braking, mind the inertia, this is why the best you remain under 60..."
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>SilverSpoon: "I'm gonna try! The road is empty it's just a straight line!"
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>"Okay if you insist. It's yours."
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>stop the car, leave the keys.
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>she's jumping on the other seat and closes the door.
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>She turns the car on, and leaves, driving awkwardly right before I got in.
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>Not going to lie, I kind of expected that to happen, laughing despite I'm walking alone for once.
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>Kept walking miles in the same direction, no trace of accident.
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>Just kept one of the fake "diamonds" that fell off from her Tiara, throwing it away, expecting it to shatter all over the road.
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>throw it again, it's bouncing. not a scratch. Whatever it is it's solid. I guess I'm gonna keep it as some souvenir, if that's anything I earned today.
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>be SilverSpoon
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>drive awkwardly for the first time
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>we had been kidnapped and left on a trunk
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>released in the middle of nowhere by a complete unknown human
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>concentrate on staying aligned to the road
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>Diamond's on the passenger seat; calmly acting as my assistant
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>she's managing the gear and other systems as a co-pilot "do you have an idea where we are?"
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>"No, I have no idea; but if there's a road, it has to go somewhere. I still have not regained my memory, everything is just blurry"
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>DT:"Spoonie, We've been kidnapped, and that guy was one of them. we had to retrieve like, one element of harmony or something in this universe, it was simple, easy... we got caught and the mission is a fiasco. I have no idea why we are here..."
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>she's checking the gun that was left on the car
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>I'm frowning at her
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>"He said it's fake. If you use it against another armed human you cannot... don't point it anywhere please."
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>DT:"Just reading the brand. Every weapon has a manual. If it is unnoticed it can pretend to be real and threaten an enemy."
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>Look around, thinking; and adressing her:"Diamond"
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>DT:"Hm?"
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>"I really think we're lost. what should we do? Pick back our guy anyways tell him we were just testing the car?"
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>she's checking her tiara "Hm. Yeah. I think I lost a rock on my tiara, this sucks."
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>"Why do you even need this for, you're not even in the royalty."
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>DT:"It's decorative. Also it can be used as a weapon and other things, you never know, it's pointy."
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>I'm frowning at her, giggling.
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>"Like, they have tanks and guns here. You know what? I'm going back, we'll have to question that human, this is clearly a road that doesn't go anywhere."
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>DT:"Alright commander. Good idea."
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>We're role playing as some science fiction series in space.
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>"Going to take this road back. Lieutenant Tiara, full power."
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>she's pulling the lever "Main engine power at one hundred percent, speed eighty two, all systems stable"
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>I'm accelerating, the sensation is great. 88, 92, 96, 100, 108, 114 Km/h.
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>we both have eyes on the road. Searching for our guy. "And the meter goes all the way up to 250 but the road is quite short. Not taking the risk, perhaps it would burn all fuel under five minutes."
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>there's another car behind us
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>"oh looks like there's a challenger."
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>DT:"Hm? I confirm, target at six. It's flashing illuminations."
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>"Okay possible hostile?"
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>DT:"Probably um... Police?"
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>"Ah those. They want money and we don't have any. Go with full power, we should be able to escape him."
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>Diamond nods as I'm crushing the pedal again, the noise of the engine is getting louder
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>DT:"If he's not a complete fool he's going to give up."
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>We're at 140 and the car is getting hard to control.
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>DT:"Hey we could just explain we have been kidnapped instead! Perhaps he would be cooperating!"
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>"Improvising? I like the idea. I'm going to brake. Main engine cut off!"
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>she's lowering the lever and the mechanics makes a strange, screeching noise.
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>DT:"what was that?"
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>"Not me, I don't know, perhaps it doesn't like speed reductions like that, it's really a complex machine."
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>DT:"aw."
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>"alright, please use the brakes."
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>DT:"Brakes engaged"
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>she's raising the brakes lever
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>car makes another strange noise as the controls are becoming even harder, it's going drifting
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>"Sweet Celestia! How even..."
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>DT:"Whoa nelly!"
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>Car is taking a weird angle as we turn, sliding left and right as I try to compensate the direction dial.
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>"Physics. I omitted a thing or two."
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>we're exiting the road as that was unplanned, braking on the side.
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>DT is taking the gun "In case it is a fake policeman we can scare him"
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>"And if he's real and armed or just armed he will just kill us. And we die. And he runs with a better car. I don't like it; hide it from now."
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>the police guy is going out of his car, yelling "Do you have an idea how fast you were going?"
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>what an impolite prig."Hello?"
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>cop:"How old are you? Keep your hands on the "
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>I insist; with a more displeased reaction."Hello?"
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>Cop:"Hello. Do you have an idea"
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>"Well politeness isn't your best, not going to present eachother. Certainly faster than you; but we are not thieves you know."
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>he's talking on his radio some gibberish and continues with "Driver license, and do you have any weapons, drugs, you've been caught way above the speed limit"
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>DT:"No we're just tourists, like; obviously."
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>"in fact this isn't really our car, and we're just escaping a kidnapping. Someone might know more we are looking for him."
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>cop:"Okay what's your age?"
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>DT:"how impolite! Do I ask your age?" she replied with a pouty expression.
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>Our new friend from The State seems confused, tries to understand; looking at the car more in details.
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>"Are you not supposed to protect humans? We are! You were asking if we had drugs, yes we have been drugged probably as we don't have an idea where we came from so you can question us all the time we have zero info even if we wanted to."
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>cop:"Okay get out of the vehicle. Do you have any identity?"
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>"I'm SilverSpoon, this is DiamondTiara."
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>some car is coming in the distance.
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>He insists on us to get out, afterall he's armed.
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>"We're not dangerous ok? But listen two minutes, we woke up this morning, tied in the trunk of this car and someone helped us out. He's on this road.."
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>cop:"Okay. I'm taking you to the station; you're like what, 13?"
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>Diamond's exiting the car, frowning:"I'm 12."
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>cop:"It's a miracle you didn't had an accident what were you thining my god I'm calling your parents it'll be okay but what were you doing for how long have you been doing this"
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>DT is mumbling "In human years I could be your mother."
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>"About one hour"
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>I'm looking away, feeling like it won't be easy for us.
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>"Something's suspect bout that van, I don't like this."
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>The van is stopping here, two guys are going out of it. they're armed.
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>the cop is mentioning this on his radio as he was talking about us; and unsheats his own.
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>"Oh shit I told you." I replied on a sarcastic tone, it makes me confident.
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>He's grabbing his gun, pointing it at them with a very efficient "Stop right there"
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>Of course they do not comply and point their guns at him.
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>Diamond is rushing back in the car to grab the gun too.
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>cop's yelling at us to get back behind the car with yet another "Stop or I'll shoot" threat.
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>DT's pointing the gun she found previously, willing to use it.
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>DT:"I AM NOT THE POLICE, SO I SHOOT"
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>and indeed; ot shoots; punches a hole on their car.
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>turns out it's a real one, scaring the guys with the black van in spite of being able to shoot.
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>DT:"Sweet Celestia it's working!"
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>they do fire back.
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>And she's laughing as the cop is whining.
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>"It is my advise to stay hidden and fire when they are out of munition, are you listening to me? Why are you not..."
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>Cop:"131[unitelligible] SHOTS FIRED SHOTS FIRED!"
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>I'm waiting, perhaps at two they will mange to at least kill them and we all gonna be fine
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>DT:"I'm out of ammo!"
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>Cop's standing in front, shooting at them.
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>We have a champion here
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>he's getting shot. Yes this is kind of gruesome. I'm trying not to think about it.
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>Faking death; a solution?
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>DT's hiding behind the Audi on the side of the road.
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>she used all her bullets just punching holes on the van.
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>She's kind of terrified looking at the dead cop that was talking to us two minutes ago.
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>DT:"I'm sorry I did my best! And he did not deserve this. YOU ARE MURDERERS!"
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>"See it that way, you survived longer than a trained human cop during this shooting"
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>take a look in the mirror, one of the guys is holding his arm
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>"You wounded one!"
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>DT:"I... We.. We can escape then!"
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>I'm nodding, not even time to explain why I think sometimes she has genius ideas. as we're running in the forest
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>Yet they're not giving up, and running after us.
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>Diamond's falling down. Screaming with a piercing screech
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>"Tia!"
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>DT:"My leg's bleeding!"
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>"It's nothing, I'm not leaving you here!"
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>DT:"You better not! Wait no, I mean I'm slowing you down, you have to run! Someone died because of me right now right.. here. Don't be the next. Tell everypony I died fighting many."
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>I'm looking at her; she's at the verge of crying.
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>The big guy is getting closer.
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>"We'll find a better way."
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>unknown human:"get up."
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>DT:"I'm wounded! I can't walk"
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>he don't seems to care and grabs us both, carrying us back to his truck.
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>It's like, the other guy who has been shot by a real gun didn't die.
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>DT:"Let's call this a draw."
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>unknown:"Huh?" he's slapping her face "What you said?"
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>Diamond's screaming again.
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>We're being held again, cuffed with zip ties and duct tape.
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>unkonwn:"whore."
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>other guy:"the merchandise. That's our job you know."
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>unknonwn:"bitch shot me, I'm not paid for that."
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>they're not talking during the whole travel. it's painful, lasting for hours. Not like we could say anything.
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>I'm starting to get hungry, thirsty, tired.
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>Everytime we hit a bump I just hear Tia moaning for a moment, I hope that's not that bad.
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>one of the guys is on the phone, discussing about the shipping, but nothing really intelligible.
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>Moments are passing, I'm keeping my eyes on the ceiling of the truck, trying to get in mind a bit the direction we're heading to.
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>eventually we stop. The guys are leaving the vehicle.
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>door opens.
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>some people we never met before are all around, carrying us out.
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>an older man with glasses and strange manners; accompanied with what seems to be bodyguards of some sort. Including black ones. henchmen? "Wonderful... Wait, this one is wounded."
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>unknown man tries to explain:"she fell in the woods, it's nothing."
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>Older man's talking on a monotone voice:"This is bad, this is wrong, she's in pain, look."
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>DT's moaning; still with a tape covering her mouth.
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>Older man:"Does it hurts? Why were you running? Don't."
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>he's licking his fingers
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>unknown minivan guy is looking embarrassed: "So, we happy?"
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>Older man, speaking with a relaxed, normal voice:"Arnó give them what I promised."
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>One of the men with the older guy is taking a gun, kills the driver. A trail of blood and brain goes the other side.
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>He also finishes the guy Diamond wounded previously with a bullet in the head as soon he started saying some word.
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>This is quite gruesome. He's falling on his knees - not totally dead despite having a corner of the head missing.
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>Older man:"Get them in the car. And delicately."
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>so i assume he is their boss.
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>they're carrying the dead bodies back on the van, wearing gloves before taking us, once again in the back of another car.
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>moments later we enter in some kind of large house.
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>damn that's a big one indeed. forged gate, an alley...
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>two guys are taking us outside untying us.
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>finally, but we aren't out yet.
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>"What exactly do you want from us?"
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>unknown, a guy looking a bit crazy and smiling at us:"it's easy, it's a game, if you disobey to us, you both die - you and your friend. Okay?"
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>he's starting to untie Diamond and undressing her
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>For once she's feeling embarrassed
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>unknown:"And if ever you run away, disobey, don't listen to us, your friend gets punished. Punishment can be very painful, and lead to the death of your friend or both.
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> But in return you are treated well like good girls. It's very nice."
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>DT:"We still don't know who you are."
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>unknown:"That's irrelevant."
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>DT:"Hey I want to keep these pant-"
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>someone is coming at me and slaps me
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>"GAH! FUCK YOU!"
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>the older guy with glasses is coming back, faking being all worried:"Oh no, don't do that, look! They have to hurt you, don't do anything silly young girl. There, you will be fine, ok?"
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>Whenever I can I will kill him and every weirdo in the house.
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>"You're pedophiles. Admit it."
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>old man, acting all embarrassed. "No! No you are wrong you... Don't use big words like this. We can take well care of you, you know. look; you can have a nice life here, don't have to be aggressive."
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>One man and a woman are undressing us both
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>one of them is begin to grab my hips and rub my butt
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>"hey!"
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>old man: "See? Look at you; look at your friend, isn't she cute? you're even permitted to play with eachother!"
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>DT:"So what's the plan?"
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>"I'm trying to think about it gimme two minutes."
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>a woman is coming in. She's taking pictures of us."turn over."
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>she's taking pictures of our flanks too. "don't cover yourself or you get hurt. Touch your friend"
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>"what?"
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>I'm touching Diamond Tiara's nose
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>Diamond's looking embarrassed
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>old creep:"Vey they are quite silly. Touch your private parts, and kiss. You will have to be good! It's not that hard where did they find those? Samir we have a problem; bring the taser we need education, it's not okay, it's not okay"
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>DT's looking at me "Don't worry."
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>she's frotting her pelvis against mines
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>her clit's rubbing against mine
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>one of the guys is coming with some kind of electric gun. I've seen some like that.
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>I'm grabbing her ass and kiss her
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>we're being taken into some kind of bathroom, with showers. The woman's shouting at us "Go clean yourselves. I will check everything. You have five minutes."
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>"We better not try to fuck up. Unless we know how to disarm them. Relax we've seen worse; right?"
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>DT:"Well we can do that I guess."
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>she's watching
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>so well we proceed, takes a moment, I'm cleaning Diamond's back and she's doing the same job on me.
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>water is cold as fuck, it's like we have to grab eachother to stay warm.
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>I'm checking on her leg
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>"nothing's broken don't worry."
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>DT:"okay..."
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>the woman's always watching. Sure that makes things uncomfortable.
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>I'm on a hurry cleaning myself.
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>One of them is carrying a stun gun
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>"can we have our clothes back?"
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>The old man, still watching behind us is laughing at us for evenasking.
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>the woman, however, is making an annoyed face; more than usual "It is impolite to ask. in this establishment I do not have clothes. I am being kept pure and I am nude. I don't ask questions; I am white and have been a privileged little girl so far?"
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>That weirdo is talking to us at the first person.
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>DT's letting a sarcastic 'ha' escaping as the older woman was talking about purity of the soul gibberish.
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>I'm mocking her. "Pretty sure I'm full of GMOs and more."
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>the woman's undressing herself too, showing herself with only a pentagram necklace and a consequent pair of chest breasts; takes the lower part, exposing herself in front of us.
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>"Uh..."
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>Diamond:"Are we supposed to look like this later?"
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>I'm looking at Diamond "those certainly are fake. I like yours better."
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>some of the guards are attaching us; as if we'd escape with a chain
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>the woman's taking us to a corridor, escorted with one of them.
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>They stop in front of a door, standing, opening it and being pushed; we get inside a larger room.
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>looks like some weird place illuminated with red; tapestries on the walls, and symbolism
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>Candles. More candles. a circled upside-down star. Torches. Very traditional. Even in Equestria we have electricity.
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>In the middle of the scene, some weird characters with a hoodie, circling a man on some seat.
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>woman:"Two fresh girls we expected yesterday, late."
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>hooded figure:"the Lord will be pleased."
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>one of them is coming to check on us with all kind of metallic objects, scepters; crystals, accessories of all kind.
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>Diamond's looking at me; worried, but faking not.
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>The woman's holding me.
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>the hooded guy is wiping some kind of tool in my girly bits, waves a rock around me; circling it around.
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>repeats the operation on Diamond Tiara, playing with her crotch; frotting her.
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>he's coming back to his boss with "thhhey are virginsss ssirre"
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>hooded guy's making a sign."This will be perfect for the ceremony."
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>We're looking at eachother. Playing a crying game will only make their junk harder.
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>the woman's smirking, grabbing us; and carries us both back in the corridor; followed by henchmen
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>we're walking a long way and end up into another room; locked.
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>still with that dungeon style architecture, old doors and huge locks
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>some black guy gets in charge to open.
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>In this room; there's another kid on a bunked bed.
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>the woman's removing our cuffs; not saying a word before slamming the door behind us.
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>We're looking back
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>"I know we should be more worried but all of this is getting more absurd than ever every minute."
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>DT's looking more pissed than scared at this point:"yeah. But at least we have company. Hello!"
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>kid looks terrified; sitting on a corner of the room:"I don't like the needles."
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>"Good; that's the only thing we don't have. I'm Silver; this is Diamond."
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>DT:"For how long have you been there?"
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>she's coming to the kid; observing him, not a lot of signs of being beaten or anything apart one thing.
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>"Diamond; can you not?"
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>she's looking at his genitalia
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>kid:"Don't hurt me..."
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>DT:"I'm just looking; something's weird.. By tarnation! Where's your balls? Spoon; There's a recent scar on his crotch!"
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>hurry to look to believe it
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>they made a human gelding
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>the kid looks at the verge of tears and so myself
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>I had to look away knowing they are practicing this kind of mutilation
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>now we know how fucked this place is
-
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>kid:"Also they plant a needle on your arm to collect blood."
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>DT:"I remember something about this; this is a ritual they do, not collecting blood for humans in need of a transfusion but to help some to remain young."
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>wipe my tear that escaped; more tears of rage than despair
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>"Are there other kids like you there?"
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>He's mumbling "They're gone."
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>DT:"You can also bet the ablation of his testes is part of some kind of ritual, everything in there looks like a satanic sect"
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>kid's hiding in the bed "They're keeping him there"
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>"who?"
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>kid:"The beast. The demon. They are all demons, I saw him taking other child."
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>DT:"Hold on that's why we're here!"
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>many memories are suddenly coming back
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>a flashback
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>>stallion unicorn "Anon was right. This creature is not from this world yet has enslaved a huge part of it"
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>>Luna"explain how"
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>>unicorn "a creature of the darkness; a demonic being."
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>>Luna "This is nonsense. Demons are pure inventions; if this is a creature it can be killed"
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>>unicorn "we're talking about gods here. Theoretically the only being above your highness here"
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>>Luna "a god. I know some kind of God"
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>>unicorn "you cannot be serious."
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>>a wounded pony: "I'm not gonna succeed..."
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>>"I can do it; don't worry! I promise."
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>>wounded pony: "Take this with you. The fate of..."
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>>Discord: "Hehehahaha are you serious or completely insane?"
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>>"We must find a way. We don't have a lot of time!"
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>>Discord: "Oh no she's serious."
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>>We're going through a portal; transforming into humans
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>"So Discord was with us at some point"
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>DT:"And we lost him?"
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>"I don't know; I think he kind of got merged with some of us or"
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>DT:"Say no more; we need to find back my tiara's missing diamond; I bet you a thousand bits it was in this one Discord was contained"
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>"I'll buy you a new one once we are out of there in the meantime... I think he ran away. Discord."
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>DT:"We need to sleep, we've been up for too long now."
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>"and eat anything."
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>hours are passing
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>tried to communicate with our inmate without much success.
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>While thinking; trying to have some rest; I don't think Discord has abandoned us.
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>another flashback brings a memory
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>>"So when we're there; how do we bring you out?"
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>>Discord:"Well that's obvious no?"
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>>"I'm not a unicorn."
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>>Discord:"Alright just say my name three times. Just try not to get killed; I would hate that."
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>>DT:"He's going to explode in you like in E.T:Extraterrestrial; haha"
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>>"You're dumb"
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>what did he meant by that...
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>I hope this is not what I'm thinking. How could Discord fit inside me?
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>the door's unlocking
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>it's that creepy woman again; coming with a bunch of guys in red hoodies.
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>they're taking us out. I'm trying to fight; getting free.
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>I managed to kick one on the face
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>fall on the floor
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>Stop thinking and start running.
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>get caught by a guard who's been faster than expected. The other guy I bucked has his nose bleeding
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>he's grabing his taser and for a seconds nothing but general pain
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>no noise; no vision; I only feel them carrying me again
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>hearing muffled noises mixed with a high pitched continuous whistle
-
>now I'm on a strange mix of confusion and pain. I can't even control myself anymore.
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>they're moving us across different rooms. They took three guys to grab Diamond Tiara and myself at this point.
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>some weird music is playing; a mix of chorus and organ
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>there's more nude teens; boys and girls and i don't know acting as servants; wearing masks.
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>all kind of languages are being spoken by hooded figures. Nothing is really comprehensible
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>we're entering into one even larger room. it looks like a dungeon of some sorts.
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>walls made of rock; even more pentagrams.
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>so we're three kids on a cage, there are others outside, not mixed with humans wearing hoods.
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>one of them stands in the middle; completely naked
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>he cites some gibberish; convulsing, falling down on the middle of some kind of large room.
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>there's a smell of burning all around
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>humans in chains; completely naked are offered to be fucked.
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>they are fucking in front of all
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>a few of them advances in the middle of the room where one naked teenager is convulsing
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>sweet celestia; they are full of drugs.
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>there's nothing we can do
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>the choir is echoing something undecipherable like
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>crowd:"Oooh nominu belzebuth belial zapan arzibals expedris vargaka i satanis deus estavratis! victus bahphomeetus!"
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>they're repeating this as they are taking some kind of dagger
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>one of the guys with a hood is cutting her
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>she's not screaming; despite being stabbed.
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>her blood is flowing all across the large stone she stands on.
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>the choirs continues to repeat their gibberish
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>there's a circle drawing itself on the floor; now drawn by the blood of the girl.
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>smoke, fire, it's like they managed to open a portal to hell.
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>there; emerges a strange looking goat-taur. with wings.
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>followed by two other strange creatures.
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>DT:"How are we supposed to fight this monster? If we had a spell I forgot it."
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>"At worse we could make fun of the abomination he is and hope it commits suicide."
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>humans are yelling together "Baphomet" like a crowd on a stadium seeing their champion.
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>he-she; hard to tell since it's clearly got both female breasts and a penis
-
>well it's slowly marching in direction of his throne.
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>they get accompanied by teenagers on chains, and certainly on drug coming to rub his cock
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>and the two smaller; devil-ish creatures are sitting on his side.
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>"so yes, that's their boss. He's even using guards."
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>DT:"I'd hate to get killed by this."
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>pushing my glassed back up
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>"trust the plan. nothing went as we wanted but I got this."
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>DT:"You have a plan now?"
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>one by one humans are standing up, declaring something to him; kneeling and all
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>the demon's replying to them on a unknown language with a very low voice. More gibberish.
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>hooded humans are coming to grab us; four to five; we're now cuffed with chains.
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>they're still continuing their ceremony.
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>literally everyone there are sex slaves; mostly forced to suck their dicks
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>but I found out we were not for the humans but the demons accompanying Baphomet the goat chimera.
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>both are leaving what seemed to be their weapons as we are dragged out of the cage; now on the middle of the room.
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>Baphomet is still conversing to an old human who took down his hoodie, kneeling before him.
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>the reptilian looking demons are approaching.
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>"You two keep these guys busy; I'm gonna be in charge of the big one."
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>DT:"What do you mean?"
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>"Delivering the payload with surgical precision. I'll act like possessd to be as close as the boss. Just apply yourself."
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>DT:"I just hope I won't have to do it too long."
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>the kid is terrified by the creatures; one is coming frotting his dick against his.
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>so that's the thing; they knew one of these was into kids.
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>DT's starting to act, squirming "no! No please not in the pussy awarwahaw" getting the lizard guy partly confused
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>I'm now standing in the middle as both are busy; facing Baphomet. Whatever he is. busy talking and organizing some kind of prayer.
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>walking like a zombie; as someone of course hurries to take off my chains.
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>try to keep looking straight as I advance now slowly in direction of his throne; but free.
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>The creature is not getting what I'm doing here in the middle of the room.
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>"Discord. Discord. Discord."
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>nothing happens.
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>Baphomet:"Closer, my child. Don't be afraid."
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>I'm fucked. Or he's busy or something, or ...
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>feel someting going on in my stomach
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>there's a pain I never had before.
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>I'm trying to stand up. Going the other direction.
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>something painful is dropping from my vagina.
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>an egg. I just laid an egg. there's even some stuff tying me to it, looking around; confused.
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>I'm about to pass out as the two minions are busy fucking Diamond Tiara and the kid.
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>Baphomet is the only one confused; and kind of pleased by this.
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>eventually the egg breaks and a draconeequus five times my own volume gets out of it
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>Discord:"Ew; well that's a weird way to celebrate one's birthday...What the fuck?"
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>"It's me SilverSpoon"
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>Everyone in the crowd is confused, no idea what's going on.
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>Discord:"call me dumb. I see Diamond is having a goods time... What are those? No wait no, I'm weird but this is too much."
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>"We need you to fight the demons and kill everyone in that room can you do that?"
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>he's looking at me. "okay?"
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>Discord's looking behind him; the goat is getting up.
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>Baphomet:"This world is mine. Give up this idea."
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>Discord:"Who are you? Are you talking to me or to this little filly there?"
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>Baphomet's grinning:"So your name is SilverSpoon. You should be joining us and you will be a powerful woman in this world."
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>Discord:"You don't know her." looking at me "If you join me I will get you a new computer~"
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>There, I'm smiling at him.
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>Baphomet's yelling; calling on his guards.
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>the dumb creatures are only starting to get what's going on.
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>"Discord? Could you like; give me some spell or something?"
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>Discord:"Hmm.. No."
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>the creature is leaving DiamondTiara and is coming at him, hissing.
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>He's using a spell; petrifying him. The other one is trying another approach by behind.
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>grabs his spear and charges Discord
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>literally stabbing him in the back
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>Discord of course is unaffected and moves it out, decapitates the other reptilian creature.
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>The crowd start chanting some prayer to baphomet as he's rushing Discord
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>Discord:"What are you; their god?"
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>Baphomet:"I am the eternal, you are no one to"
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>Discord is slapping him. most of the crowd is screaming. Some are even stabbing themselves.
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>I'm sitting there; watching.
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>Diamond Tiara's laughing.
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>Discord's grabbing the chimera; throwing it on the rock in the middle of the crowd.
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>there's even the old creepy guy crying out loud "No; what are you doing? My poor lord I'm sorry!" some even are bringing security agents to fire at Discord.
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>with guns.
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>eventually more humans get shot in the confusion. Discord's throwing their bullets back at them.
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>Discord's sitting on the sacrifices stone."You can run; I just walled every possible exit from this building. So here's the elite, the rulers of this world; and even some notorious thinkers worshipping this creature."
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>a priest:"Who are you"
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>Discord:"I'm Discord; god of Chaos. I mean, a god; one of many."
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>a whole crew are using spells and incantations.
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>Discord:"What are they doing?"
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>another priest:"Begone beast; we command you by the power of darkness."
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>Discord's looking terrified "Ah no! Please don't do that, I can't!"
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>Baphomet:"Open the portal; fools! Hurry"
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>Discord:"The portal? This thing on the floor?" he's using a spell making it explode "Howdy! now excuse me I'm a bit on a hurry; in fact I'm not going to lie I will kill almost everyone in this room; and let us a few survive to behold the carnage.
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>Baphomet; the creature is raging, using some kind of spells finally; all that to get Discord to make fun of him.
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>eventually he's beating him up. Anyone daring to interfer or stop him dies by explosion or dismemberment.
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>Discord:"Look; this is funny! I'm keeping you for later."
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>There's always one guy left, still trying to help him
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>Discord's throwing Baphomet on the sacrifices table
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>taps his ass; unsheathes his dick, slaps it against the lord of darkness and children of Satan.
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>he's looking down at me "You shouldn't be watching this, it's gonna be gross"
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>"I am here to witness this."
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>Baphomet screams out loud as Discord's grabbing his giant tits. Many of the hooded guys are committing suicide, praying, screaming, brandishing their daggers everything they can.
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>Discord at this point is using his finger like a gun and throw all kind of magic attack killing them at random.
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>after he's done, he's really playing as a magician or some kind of clown; killing anyone who's not laughing.
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>Discord:"and now I'm going to turn this critter into...burzum grattleburg demeco... a cute little goat! Oh! Look at it"
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>the mad lad.
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>Discord:"Are you two supposed to wear any clothes?"
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>DT:"Don't mention it."
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>a few of them start worshipping Discord. Kneeling before him in which he responds just "I don't need cocksuckers." Eventually killing them as the 90% of the building as promised
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>"Let's just get out of here I think we're done."
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>I'm grabbing the traumatized kid's hand.
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>Discord:"And who's this?"
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>DT:"would have ended as a human sacrifice like many like him."
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>we're leaving the bulding.
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>Discord:"I can make it your pet if you want."
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>DT:"nah that's mean"
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>Discord:"You say that? Are you okay Diamond?"
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>But you could like; bring back his male attributes
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>Discord:"I don't even want to know how this happened. Come here you; whatever is your name."
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>kid's terrified. Discord's using a spell on him and he grows a massive pair of balls.
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>Discord:"now get out of here" back at us "So what exactly are we doing here. If I remember something important."
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>"I think neutralizing that goat was the only thing you had to do"
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>Discord's carrying it with a rope. The animal looks terrified."You know we should carry it to Equestria so it will be judged. However this is not my idea. Get on the car."
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>he's picking one of them.
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>we're having some rest finally.
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>with a demon goat on the trunk.
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>now we're in the suburbs of a large city no one knows where
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>Discord:"I think we're arrived at destination. You know what I love most?"
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>look at the building with something written in a script weirder than zebra"
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>Discord's opening the trunk; carrying Baphomet, uses a spell that gives it some nice and sexy clothings; keeps it attached to a pole.
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>"is that some...meat factory?"
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>Discord:"No; it's a mosque."
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Anon
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>Silver wakes up first
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>She’s drowsy
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>She doesn’t know where she is
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>Silver looks around the room she’s in for any clues
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>”Huhhhh...whuzzit...”
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>She can hear Diamond Tiara right next to her.
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>”D-Diamond?! Where are we?!” Silver shouts
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>Diamond Tiara looks around, spotting Silver Spoon.
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>”I-I don’t know, Silvy,” she admits.
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>At that moment, they finally realize that they can’t move.
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>Their hands are bound above them inside steel metal boxes.
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>The two girls try to pull their hands out, but they seem to be handcuffed inside.
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>”HELP!” Silver shouts, trying to lift her legs up to hopefully jerk her arms out via force
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>As she does, a pressure plate under her feet lifts up, no longer burdened by the weight upon it.
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>The dim light in the room increases as a bunch of light bulbs flicker on, and a TV set activates in front of them.
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>On either side of the television are two harpoons, locked and loaded, ready to be fired.
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>Diamond and Silver swallow as the staticky vision on the television reveals a certain green-faced man.
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>”Hello Diamond Tiara. Hello Silver Spoon,” Anon says. “I want to play a game.”
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>The two girls heave. They are frightened by the sudden appearance of Anon.
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>Anon continues to speak.
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>”For six months, you have been harassing a trio of students,” Anon says as pictures of Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo flash up on the screen.
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>”You have done so through the Internet, leaving nasty comments on their social media and making them feel small and insignificant. And as I’m sure you know, your contributions resulted in one student taking her life two months ago.”
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>More pictures flash up on the television. A picture of Sweetie Belle, a picture of the crime scene sans her body, and a picture of her grave.
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>Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon gulped heavily.
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>”Yet thanks to a justice system that benefits the rich and the elite more than it does punish them, you were able to serve nothing more that community service,” Anon continues. “Instead of learning a valuable lesson from the discomfort of a cell, you returned to your mansions ready for more.”
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>”If the justice system fails a family without their daughter, then you will have to be given the citizen’s rehabilitation.”
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>Silver and Diamond tug at the shackles again, praying that maybe the handcuffs were defective.
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>”To truly be rehabilitated, you must sacrifice those that have erred. Your hands. The boxes above you both contain a buzzsaw that will be activated once this video ends. When the timer begins, you will be able to move your arms towards each other, and you will have sixty seconds to cut through your wrists and sever your hands. Only then will you be able to escape the cuffs and dodge the harpoon that will be shot through your chest.”
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>Silver Spoon began to cry. She felt a stream of urine trickling down her thigh.
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>”Are you prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice?” Anon concludes. “Live or die. Make your choice.”
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>A timer above the television clicks on, showing “60” in red LEDs, and the television flickers off.
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>Suddenly, the whirr of two buzzsaws inside the boxes pierces the girls ears.
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>The girls shriek as the timer begins to count down.
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>”WHAT DO WE DO!?” Silver cries, trying to pull herself free.
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>Diamond begins to thrash around again, but her wrist nicks the spinning blade, cutting a quarter of an inch into her wrist.
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>”FUCK!” she screams as blood drips down her arm.
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>Silver glances at the timer. Seven seconds had already ticked down.
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>Anon had given them only one option.
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>If they fucked up, the harpoons would surely kill them.
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>Silver grimaced and shut her eyes.
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>As adrenaline coursed through her veins, she pushed her right wrist into the spinning blade.
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>”AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGHGHHHH!” she yelled.
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>It was horrible, to say the least.
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>Her nerves were screaming as tendons and muscle were severed, splattering blood on the inside of the box.
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>As the blade sawed through her bone, an ear-splitting whine echoed throughout the room.
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>She felt her arm vibrating.
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>Diamond Tiara retched as she watched the sight, and then she vomited.
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>She finally got the message.
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>As Silver wept in agony, Diamond too started forcing her wrists into the buzzsaw.
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>The timer was down to 35 seconds.
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>Silver finally cut through the bones on her wrist.
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>In one swoop, she managed to slice through the flesh holding her wrist to her arm, completely severing her hand.
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>The pain didn’t subside one bit as she jerked her handless arm out of the cuff.
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>She saw the raw insides of her body.
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>It was horrifying to see gore and blood drip from her severed limb.
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>She glanced at the timer again as Diamond began screaming, her bones cracking as the blade cut through them like a hot knife through butter.
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>22 seconds.
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>Silver’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks. She had so little time to cut through her other wrist.
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>Shoving the side of her forearm into her mouth, she bit down as she shoved her other wrist deep into the blade.
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>The searing pain returned just as Diamond successfully sawed through one wrist.
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>Silver bit down hard, penetrating her skin with her teeth and tasting her own blood.
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>She looked at the timer through blurry eyes.
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>12 seconds.
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>She went into maximum overdrive and drove the bones into the saw as hard as she could.
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>Two seconds of whining later, the blade cut through the bone and hacked right through the skin in record time.
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>Silver pulled her other arm out and dove to the side, shivering in fear and pain.
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>6 seconds.
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>Diamond was still cutting through her other wrist.
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>”DIAMOND! HURRY!” Silver screamed.
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>The girl screamed louder as she sawed through the bones in her other wrist.
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>As the timer hit 1, Diamond finally broke free, both stumps bleeding and shaking.
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>She had less than a second to react.
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>As she moved, the harpoons fired, cracking the concrete walls in front of them.
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>Silver’s eyes were clamped shut.
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>”Urrrrrrghhh...”
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>She opened her eyes, dreading the sight in front of her.
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>Diamond had indeed been caught by the harpoon.
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>However, as she tried to jump out of the way, it managed to spear her right in the shoulder.
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>Silver Spoon got to her feet weakly and went to her distressed friend.
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>”D-Diamond...we got out...j-just hold on for me...” she pleaded.
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>The TV crackled to life again, once again revealing Anon.
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>”Hello girls. If you are watching this video, then congratulations. At least one of you has made it out alive,” he says casually.
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>Diamond weakly watches the video as Silver sobs.
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>”I’ve taken the liberty of having police and ambulance services notified as soon as the timer began,” Anon spoke. “They should be here in approximately four minutes to cauterize your wounds.”
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>Silver slumped against the wall, staring at the bloodied stumps where her hands used to be.
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>”You have earned your survival at a cost, but you have earned your survival nonetheless. Do you feel that you have been rehabilitated, girls?”
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>She didn’t know what Diamond thought, but Silver swallowed and nodded silently. She broke out into tears again and started to sob.
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>”I killed her...” she wailed. “I’m so sorry, Sweetie Belle! I’m so sorry!”
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>She continued to cry as the sound of sirens became heard.
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>Both girls were saved, but their hands had been furthered disfigured by mechanisms inside the boxes, ensuring their uselessness.
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>They were able to receive basic equipment that would replace their hands, however they were still handicapped in many ways.
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>Diamond and Silver no longer spoke to each other.
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>Silver visited Sweetie’s grave each week to lay flowers at the headstone.
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>After therapy, Silver felt that she’d put most of her demons to rest.
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>Diamond was a different case. She had learned her lesson, but her mind was damaged after the incident.
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>She struggled with suicidal thoughts for years.
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>One night, six years after the trap had taken her hands, she threw herself under a train.
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Anon
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Use electrodes to stimulate her genitalia when you are around to condition her.
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>condition your slaves to audibly wink every time you enter the room
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>failure to do so gets treated as "I guess they dont want to have sex anyway" so their sex gets locked away either with a cage, belt or labiapiercings
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>the primary use of pillowponies isnt sexual relief though, there are other slaves for that
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>instead, the increased arousal is meant to train them to want to be touched and have bodily contacts with their master
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>being permahorny is merely a sideeffect they have to deal with
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Anon
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New scenario I thought about
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>buy a pair of slaves that used to be a couple
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>you arent heartless so you ask them if they wish for anything to brighten up their lives
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>they ask if it were ok if they continued to be a couple
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>say you think about it and wait until both go to sleep after feeding them some knockoutpills
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>they wake up in what can best be described as an empty aquarium, although once they start to stir, water starts to flow in
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>you explain to them that couples like to kiss and what better way to make them kiss if one of them is tied to the bottom of the aquarium, unable to get air while the other can breathe and keep bobbing up and down to kiss their partner to keep them alive
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>watch them kiss each other alot for a few minutes until they cant keep up anymore and open the drain
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>say you expect them to be a very dedicated pair in love in the future
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Any more predicament bondage like this you would try?
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Oh yes that's pretty hot. Give them a genuine couple life - let them remain together - but keep playing various games like this with them.
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>ask them if they would like to merge their chore schedules into one, so they can go about their day together
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>they say yes
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>put a double-headed dildo down both their throats and lock them together like this for the day, watch them try to complete their tasks while being tied face-to-face and forced to share both drool and breath
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>
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>if one of them is punished, always give the other the option to swap in for the punishment instead, though with a slight increase in harshness (e.g. 20% more whip strikes, a somewhat longer bondage, etc., whatever the punishment was)
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>watch them start drama every time as each insists they take the punishment, and is mad at the other for trying to take it upon themselves
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>also watch them slowly become your best and most exemplary slaves because they don't want to give any opportunity for their spouse to volunteer for punishment if they were to mess up
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>
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>mutual bondage is hot
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>tell them you've got a new assignment for them, you need a pony to be a display piece in a vacbed for say four days
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>one of them can go, or if they both go it'll be two days total
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>stuff them into the same vacbed and have them spend the next two days squished together, sweaty, hot, unable to move
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>
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>or how about the classic: make one blind, the other deaf and mute, set them together for some normal tasks intended for unbound ponies
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>either tie them together (e.g. link their collars with a leash), or even leave them unlinked so it's their responsibility to stick together and help each other
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more breathplay
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>first of the couple gets to breathe in fresh air
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>second one only gets to breathe the used one of the first
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>sometimes, you decide its time for some exercise... but only for the second one
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>while the second one has to trot for an hour on the treadmill, the first has to provide the air
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>bot are blindfilded so maybe you decide to play games with them, partially or fully cover their breathinghole
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>get the first slave worked up with some toys to get their breathing out of sync
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Anon
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>Dash was the winner of Slave of the Month award
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>She gets a day all to herself
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>It could have been R&R but she chose to help out with the discipline of the other slaves
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>She seems to be really enjoying herself
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>As their master this pleases me too
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>Dash is now promoted to disciplinary officer
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Anon
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>stallions like shining who is well known and is far better, calming ponies down, then being in a labor camp is amoung those feminized, he has been conditioned to gain pleasure from seining his human master fuck cadence and flurry heart. So he works hard keeping ponykind enslaved so he watch master take his right
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>he just wobbles backwards and forwards, only seeing blurry shapes, while only hearing muffled sounds, while barely smelling anything but the suit he is in
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>but he is position in such a way, that he can see and hear his owner and candyass having a great time
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>even if that werent the case, he would still end up being teased by the plug and tight cage vibrating away by themselfes
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As he watches he notices flurry heart get on the bed and start to lick his mastered balls as they continue to slap against candyass and he can’t help but feel pride and arosal at this situation.
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So Shining will even get a chance to please his master like a mare or he will be forced to just see his wife and daughter getting all the pleasure?
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Well, anon can buy two alicorns so he probably have some camp with stallions that actually do forced labors.
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So the best way to keep both side happy would be making shining into their stress relief, making that happen one time per week to keep both party motivated, the stallions will take out their frustration with shining and shining will finally get a release but at the same time know that will never be the same that his wife and daughter are enjoying.
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Making both cadence and flurry heart watch this happen can be optional too.
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I was thinking more like Vichy France where shining would try and keep up the moral of the ponies, and if they were productive he would be rewarded.
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Anon
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>see how she's sweating on her face? she's sweating like that everywhere
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>except latex is impermeable and airtight - completely unbreathable
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>her fur is completely sticky and matted inside, the latex clinging to it everywhere uncomfortably
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>not only can she not cool down, but the latex is black
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>in the sun
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>it's hot to the touch by now
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>and of course it's stuck to her tightly everywhere
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>not even her tail and dock can breathe, it's all sealed in
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>she's cooking inside
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>but according to the note she found after waking up to the "prank", the only way to remove the magically sealed suit is with some mcguffin on the other side of town
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>and so now she's trudging along under the noon sun
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>every movement accompanied by squeaks as she stretches the rubber encasing her
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>the resistance it adds to her movements, and the resulting extra effort it takes to even merely walk at a normal pace, does absolutely nothing to help her situation
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>if only she'd gone out sooner, she could have avoided the worst of the mid-day heat, but she was far too mortified to walk through town sealed in a blatant fetish suit
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>so she kept putting it off, as the sun rose and with it the temperatures
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>until she could put it off no longer: with a meeting with Mayor Mare scheduled in the early afternoon, not getting it off was not an option, and so she simply had to suck it up and set out towards the designated location
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>she still isn't walking through town like that, though, so she took a much lengthier roundabout route going through the fields around ponyville, where hopefully she wouldn't meet anypony else
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>she could've done this in the morning, of course, but now her indecision has cost her
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>and so she's forced to trudge along at the worst possible time
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>taking triple the distance to reach the supposed hiding location of the release charm
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>baking under the high noon heat
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>every movement is an effort, to squeak past the resistance of the rubber, exhausted and panting as rivulets run down her face
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>her hooves are so wet inside the impermeable rubber that they're starting to slide around in the suit as she steps, killing her traction
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>now taking a step requires even more effort to keep her balance and keep moving forward
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>eyesight blurred from the sweat getting in (that she's long since stopped trying to wipe with a rubber hoof), she looks ahead
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>she's only halfway to her destination
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>there's several more fields to cross
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>and the black rubber only keeps getting hotter under the baking sun
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>thoughts of payback to the prankster are getting replaced with thoughts of whether she'll even be able to get herself free in time to make it to the meeting
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>the realisation strikes her of how awful she'll look under the suit, even after she takes it off
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>nothing to it but to keep moving forward, though
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>but her exhausted legs feel like lead
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>and the heat seems to be melting her very mind
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>and the destination is still so far away, as the sun only continues beating down mercilessly...
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Anon
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>luna wants to know what goes on in your dreams
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>appearently she cant just materialize as an invisible entity like she does to other ponies
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>oje night she finally finds a way
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>problem is, you were dreaming about her in that latexsuit, magicinhibitors, breathcontrol, chastity and so on all included and working much to her suprise
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>what follows are several hours of breathplay, petplay and relentless taming of the princess of the night, while she is stuck inside that inescapable latexsuit
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By the end of the night anon has completely tamed Luna and he doesn’t even know it, but Luna knows she has to serve her new master, it seems tonight he is dreaming about twilight, well why not give her the same experience, thus anon enslaved the alicorn’s by completely accident
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Anon
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>trixie abusing her magic as an evil dom
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>gets herself a cultfollowing that way
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>sometimes, she tries to cut corners while casting spells on her new "fans"
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>the very same "fans" dont make it though as your pci shows, with many alternate uses for them
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Anon
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>enslave sweetie belle
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>train her to be the bestest of girls
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>cover her in latex and hide all traces of her identity
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>gift her to rarity
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>have her enjoy, play with and abuse her new toy for a few months
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>only now reveal her slaves identity
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>be suprised when she just washes and "maintains" her sister like the toy she is, only stuff her back into the suit
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Something Something SiM
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Anon
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fillies are allowed to be carefree, the hard slavelife of pain, edge and denial begins later, but its good to see she already trains herself to be in light bondage. if she is a good filly, she might get her first gag and chastitybelt this heartswarming
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Maybe the best way would do it actually focusing in her pleasure, not so tight ropes but enough tightness to give her pleasure so she learn to enjoy it and make the next level of bondage really easy.
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Why not both?
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Also, combine it with some show&tell with an adult mare. For example:
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>buy applejack
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>tame and train her to be an obedient workslave
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>apart from doing very hard farmwork, which she still enjoys even with the "motivational gear", on weekends she gets to play maid as well
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>its on those weekends where you would introduce apple bloom to her sister again
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>"see, AJ doesnt mind having her legs hobbled and saddle tightened over her dress, right AJ?"
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something along those lines. Eventually, you move on from just looking to being and actual little maid as well. Mistakes and punishments will be executed on her sister in the fillies presence.
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Anon
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>Don't cry.
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>Today was your last day of your punishment diet.
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>You made it the whole 2 weeks without screwing up and now this.
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"Rainbow Dash.."
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>Step forward, positioning yourself just within arms reach and directly infront of Master.
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>Shuffle your limbs parallel with each other other.
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>Keep your head straight and tilted down just enough to gaze at Masters feet.
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>Lower your wings as low as you can while keeping them tight against your body.
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>Try to calm yourself so your voice doesn't crack.
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>"Yes Master?"
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>That was fine.
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>At least this part you usually don't screw up.
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>Hope he goes easy on you.
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>Maybe no cane strokes.
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>Maybe just an extra day of eating that garbage.
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"Where are you supposed to be standing when I get home from work?"
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>"I'm sorry Master"
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"That's not an answer Dash.."
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>Shit.
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>Don't cry damnit!
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>Try to remember how he described it.
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>You know where to stand, but not how to say it.
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>No way your going to get it right.
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>You can feel your cheeks starting to flush.
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>Try to get your heart to slow down, it's beating way too fast.
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>Damn body, does it like being punished.
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>Realize your taking way too long.
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"Uh.."
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>Fuck!
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>Master hates "Uh"
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>Now you're definitely not getting real food for awhile.
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>Feel dampness on your cheek.
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>Fuckfuckfuck
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>"Bby the fire place and.."
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>Know there was way more to it then that.
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>Hear master inhale deeply.
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"And..?"
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>Try to remember.
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>Damn it.
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>You know what you're supposed to do, you've done it exactly like he told you all week until now.
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>Why can't you just describe it.
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>Why couldn't you have just done it right in the first place then it wouldn't have mattered if you remembered exactly what Master said.
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>Can feel your cheeks burning now.
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>"I.. I can't remember Master.."
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>Feel your head droop more than its supposed to.
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>Know your crying now, no use even trying to hide it as a sniffle escapes you.
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>Why are you so stupid with stuff like this.
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Anon
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My headcanon for my personal lunaslave:
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>end up in horseland
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>sleep and she has trouble getting into my dreams
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>once she manages to get inside, I start to luciddream and put her into heavy bondage
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>somehow she cant get out again either
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>slowly break her will never having physically met
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>for me, its still just a dream so even though she is getting fucked with, she can also tell I mean no harm
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Something along that line.
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It could evolve into slavery though, imagine Luna being raped and trained, only for it to stop when anon wakes up,
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after which she keeps trying to find this anon creature in the dreamscape worried that he is doing this to all sorts of ponies.
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>meanwhile while anon is just in ponyvile, making freinds, and maybe starting a romantic relationship With a pony like maybe twilight.
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>as you fall asleep in your mare freinds bed, you start lucid dreaming again, you see your mare friend, and you start dominating her.
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for someone reason your dreams and your mare freinds dreams are linked, eventually Luna shows up, in her freinds dream and watches you violate her, she calls you nightmare and tries to attack you, then you put her in bondage and start her training again,
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>eventually you get her to stop fighting and get her to agree to show up in your dreams more.
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>so you don’t go after twilight, totally not because she is enjoying it.
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>then in a few months from now you go to canterlot and when you met Luna she bows to you in public and calls you master.
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You have no idea what’s Going on.
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Anon
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I thought about it and it would be like this:
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>be sadistic master
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>buy/catch/acquire slave
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>break, tame and rebuild slave in true SiM fashion
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>years pass and the slave is kept in line thanks to good training, but also plenty of whip and other tool use
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>but what if after all these years, said master looses his stricter self and instead of a slave bound and clad in leather, he now wants her to be cute and marely
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>surely the slave by now has gotten used to the firm hand much more, than the ones that loves pet her
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>would the slave still obey? Would there be a thing such like a slaveswapmeet?
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Obviously, its not up to the slave how he or she gets treated, but what if the relationship between it and the master changed, is the mainidea?
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I mean, a good slave would propably also realize that its master needs something else that it cannot provide.
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Anon
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God bless the inventor of shock collars
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just imagine how motivated your slaves would be with one
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>master wants dinner at 6pm, and not a second late
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>ponies have a perfectly calculated amount of time to prepare and serve the food down to a few seconds
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>being too late means zapping, which would be twice as destructive when carrying the plate with the mouth
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>in most cases, this would lead to not just punishment for tardyness, but for destroying property and wasting food as well
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Anon
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well i would certainly train her to be as flexible as possible. i bet it would feel really nice to her to finally be able to move and stretch after i kept her in tight bondage for days, unable to move an inch
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>make a spell that prevents cramps or muscle fatigue/problems during bondage
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>but it can't prevent all problems, instead it just delays them until after you're released
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>Rarity can stay trussed up tight for days, but once released will need to stretch and flex constantly to stave off the unnaturally creeping saved-up stiffness being unleashed
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>for the next couple of days after every bondage session, you get to watch her squirm, stretch and flex herself at every opportunity
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>she'll probably want flexibility training just to be more flexible to be able to stretch more effectively, letting you feast your eyes on exotic poses as she ties herself up in knots in front of you just to work out the backlog of stiffness
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>gradually experiment with extending her bondage sessions longer and longer, partially because that's fucking hot already, partially to watch her put on impromptu contortionist shows showing off curves you never even imagined after you release her
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>meanwhile, Rarity's face when release day is coming up - after two months of being held in completely immobile bondage of being unable to move a muscle
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I didn't know I had (or wanted) this fetish
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Anon
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>congratulations, rarity agreed to be your special somepony!
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>you also found out that she is a kinky mare underneath that likes to both give, and recieve
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>after lots of arguing and trail and error you came to an agreement
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>master and slavetime gets shared 50/50 changing from oen week to the next
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>this also extends to other things like controlling your lovers clothes, what she eats and even what happens to her body, but also vice verse
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>after a year of more lighthearted plays, things get more serious as well
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>a week of chastity, edge and denial for her? you better be ready to get the same in return
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>you want her ponut to be more stretchy? well who says this only works for her? and you better make sure to lick hers as well now!
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Anon
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Sneaky corruption:
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>candyass asks shining to wear socks to bed
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>she escalates it slowly into a tailwrap/bow and starts to apply way more lipstick for it to stay on her lips - perhaps he will end up with some on his lips the next morning?
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>the good old "I want to try new things" slowly lulls him into getting some clothes for the bedroom
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>armour in the colours of his wife, fitting clothes below follow later and then get replaced by more feminine socks, panties and garters - all of them in candyasses signature colours
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>this just screams for a "shining misplaces his armour and has to wear the girly one"
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...
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>"I dont know if all this pink and all the hearts are something the troops will respect"
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>this causes cadence to go for a little sailoruniform for her insecure and unassertive husband while also feeding him potions that soften his coat and increase mane and tailgrowth. Think along the lines that a tomboy would wear, but worn by shining
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Anon
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Shining, one day finds his way to a sex shop, and starts, buying chastity cages, and other stuff well dress as a mare. When.
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>buys some standard, black plastic cage after hours of standing infront of the ones which were essentially just pink little nubs
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>candy being ever so clever "accodently" walks in on shining putting it on and pounces on the chance to adance forward
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>now makes wearing thin white panties mandatory for her husband
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>"oh whats that? The black cage can be seen even through the pantyfabric? Well, here is a much less visible cage I got for you ..."
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>to his suprise, candy is actually quiete skillful in manuplating his bits into the little cage without too many issues causing her ti comment on how this simply wouldnt be possible with a REAL stallion but also that since this is a gift from her, any damage to it would have serious consequences... and yes, the key to it will be kept with her
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Queue shining trying to break out of his earned to piece of clothing and cadance can go full mistress on him, with spanking, whipping and some longterm humiliating bondage perhaps in a dress or outfit he once asked her to wear but was quiet uncomfortable.
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>be Candyass.
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>It has been a few days, since you locked shining in chastity, and forced him to wear panties around the castle.
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>since then, shining had worn armour, almost every wear he went.
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>you could feel his shame, at the situation, but you could also see, how aroused he was.
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>you think about how happy, shining is going to be once he fully, accepts that he is a submissive sissy slave.
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>oh you couldn't wait for him to join you in servicing a cock, the two of you happy submissive slaves together.
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>a part of you could not wait until, shinings suffering, was over, well his resis really really, hot it tore at your heart stringers to see shining like this, denying his true self, well the potions you got from A.
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>just then you get a magical message from the cage, saying that shinny was trying to take it off.
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>you teleport to his location.
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>and see his horn alight, his aura on his cage.
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>He doesn't notice you.
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“What are you doing shinny.”
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>you say in the most sing song voice you can manage.
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>he looks up at you and panicks.
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>”Cadence what are you doing.”
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>he says fearful.
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“The better question, is what are you doing, I told you not to take of your cage remember.”
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>he looks more panicked.
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>this only increases as you summon the giant dilldo.
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...
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>Be shining armour.
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>you have never been more scared, and arrested before.
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>you look at your wife’s impatient face.
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>eventually you answer her previous question.
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“I… uhh was trying to get out of chasity cage, Cadence.”
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>you say ashamedly.
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>”well I told, that you would be locked in the cage right Shining.”
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>shining nods his head.
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>”well I guess that means you need punishment.l
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>you shining armour flinch at that but know better than to say anything.
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>your wife sits down, revealing the massive strap on.
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>”now shining be a good filly, and get over here and start sucking.”
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>you think to say something, but realize that now is not the time and walk closer to cadence and put your lips on the tip of the strap on.
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Anon
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>Small weak pony
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>Is forced into a life long submission
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>gets abused mentally, forever damaging his psyche
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>gets abused phisycally almost regularly,
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>has to rely on others because he would never be able to even survive on his own
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God i wish that was me
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Anon
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>buy pegasus
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>ban it from flying
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>but make it use its wings to deal with the dust in the house
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poor pony, but she (propably) deservese this
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Anon
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another way to go "oh you like that pony so much? well how about you spend some time together":
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>blindfolds, noisecancellation and overall sensory deprivation wherever possible
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>both get told their other half is allowed to be stumilated if they are punished instead
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>so the mare gets put in a chastitybelt while only her ponut remains accessable
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>while the stallion gets locked as well but has to wear a big strapon instead
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>both pretend to be highly energetic as if they were enjoying themselfes while in actuality, none of them are ever in any danger of having an orgasm, let alone having a good time
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>they both collapse on top of each other after an hour and are allowed to remove their gear
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>afterwards they tell each other how good of a time they had and hope they are allowed to do it again
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Anon
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Every pony can be tamed and dollified, doesnt matter if they are nerds, tomboys or literal princesses
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The right dress in the right colour will do the trick
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>celestia in a light pink, almost white victorian era inspired collection of frills, perhaps with a cakelike theme like in marie antoinette
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>twiggie will still be stuck in a librarian or at least schoolfilly themed number
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>spitfire is just screaming for a flowerthemed dress with simple lines, made up for by an overdone pettycoat
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Yes I am obsessed with dresses that on the surface arent sexy, no im not sorry
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Anon
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>Be Anon dragon tamer.
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>It had been a while since you arrived in eques.
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>some dragons had just attacked ponyvile.
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>Well, authorities had captured one of them. The rest of the dragons got away.
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>you walk through ponyvile to find the captured dragon.
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>As you do, you see the burnt remains of the village.
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>Well, none of the buildings are destroyed. Most of them have fire damage.
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>you see ponies running around with water buckets trying to find and put out any fires they missed.
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>You can tell the whole town is shaken up, by the attack, and in truth, you are as well.
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>you had been informed that this is becoming more and more common ever since the old dragon lord stepped down and was replaced by his daughter.
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>Well, the dragons respected Ember. She did not have the same authority as the old dragon lord.
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>this, coupled with the fact that many of the dragons thought she would not be as mad as her dad if they kidnaped stallions for their hoards.
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>these are the causes of the raids on pony settlements, or at least that is what Princess Luna believes.
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>Eventually, you reach the crystal castle, and you enter and walk to the dungeon inside it.
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>you then open the door and see Ember bound and waiting for you.
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>you say nothing, just staring at the dragon lord.
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>she speaks first
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Anon
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>be anon
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>end up in a not really dystopian but also not nice version of equestria where slavery isnt uncommon
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>thats alright though, makes getting your own slave easier
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>find a nice unused kirinboy on the ponynet, selling 75% off because in the end, everyone only wants mares it seems
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>whatever, go to the slaveshelter to pick up your new possession
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>9/10 QT, he will look even cuter in a dress especially once you extinguish the flames and he stops hissing
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>fast forward a few months and it turns out you were right
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>cute dresses, mild spanking and bedslave duty did improve the behavior
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>potions from "zecoras tame your pet" store did the rest
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>and still, when you were invited over to canterlot to meet the princess herself she praised you treating your "marefriend" with such respect
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>the moment you and your kirin turned around, an audible gasp propably proved her comment premature as she saw the hiked up dress revealing a spanked rump, partially hidden by some buttplugequipped panties
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Anon
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>The day has arrived
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>"Sweetie is going to show up, along with that horrible man"
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>"You got this Rarity".
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>"Just remember that she's your sister !" >"She would never treat you the same way that horrible man forces her to."
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>Hears ring bell
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> Opens up door
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> A white/pink blur takles you into a hug
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>"Rarity ! I missed you so much !"
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> That voice. This perfume.
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>"Sweetie Belle ? Is that you ?"
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>I finally get released from the hug.
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> I look her up.
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> She's gorgeous.
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> Could definitely work as a model.
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> You wonder how she improved her looks so much over the years.
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> And why she couldnt pick a better partner
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> When suddendly you feel something buzzing im your hindquarters
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> That horrible piercing !
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> You notice your "master" on your left.
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>You can see a small grin on his face.
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Anon
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>Strapon fucking training
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>Harshwhinny attaches it to Rarity's hip
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>Lies on her back like pic related >>39439132
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>Pulls Rarity closer with a leash
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>Orders her to fuck her hard.
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>Rarity is unsure at first, too afraid of going in dry and angering her.
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>Squeals after feeling a strong zap.
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>"Did you listen to what I said ? "
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>"Fuck. Me. Hard"
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> Fine, if her "mistress" asked for this.
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> Rarity plunges the strapon into her.
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> Starts to fuck away her frustration and anger from the weeks of mistreatment this mare gave her.
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> Harshwhinny notices that, and starts goading her anger. Sometimes with loud moans, other times with comments about how Rarity wishes she could remove her belt.
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>Even turns on the low vibration on the piercing to keep Rarity edged during this.
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>After the session is over, Harshwhinny is spent, and Rarity lying on the floor exhausted.
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>She gets up, tells Rarity that she will expect this same amount of commitment in their future sessions.
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>After that she heads to the shower.
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Anon
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>harsh hates rarity's perfect mane and tail (not as good as SB if we are honest but still fucking hot)
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>spanks and whips her with canes and other equipment that could really hurt it if she isnt careful
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>eventually, she even grows bored of that and contacts raras master to ask for permission for more severe punishment and modifications which he grants after harsh makes up stories about resistance and defiance by rarity
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>piercings and hornring happen
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>but even when being trained by harshwhinny, she has a few day or even weeks off to maintain the illusion of her not being a slave
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>during that time, she tries to cover up the rope, whipmarks and the piercings as much as possible with opaque stockings, pantyhose, gloves and dresses
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>when asked about it, rarity tells stories about retro being the new black or whatever and how she doesnt even mind being hot under those gowns in summer
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>she starts to rotate between master, harsh and public appearences with different requirements for each but all of it starting to blend and blur together
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>swibble uses the piercings to tease her while stuck in her latexsuit
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>harsh has made some latexgarments part of her regular uniform as well she has to wear underneath
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>master works on her psyche so she submits as well as not collapse under the stress
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Anon
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>How did I let her talk me into this ?
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Rarity ponders while standing still in her new "improved", tighter doll suit.
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She feels two hooves roaming around her body, along with a measuring tape
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>"Rarity thank you so much for helping me model some of these pieces."
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>"O-oh dont think much of it darling. After all, there are only a few more to go right ?"
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>"Oh yes, only 2 more left"
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Rarity sighs with the little breath she has left in this suit.
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>"So, can I take the suit off now for the next pieces ?"
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>"Oh no, those go over it"
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Rarity turns her head, sees coming Coco coming over holding a high collar and ... a corset.
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>"Huh Coco, darling. Could we continue this sometime later ? I think Im getting a bit cramped standing still for so long."
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>"Oh please Rarity, I swear it wont take long !"
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>"I just need to check if these fit, wont take more than 5 minutes !"
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Rarity was on the verge of saying no, but a quick look on Coco's puppy eyes stopped her.
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>Why, of all types of fashion designing, did she choose to put her heart into fetish clothing ?
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>Still, I dont think I have heart cold enough to deny someone's inspiration. Especially Coco's.
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She sighs again, probably with the last breath she'll ever get.
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>"I-I think I can stay a bit more then."
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Coco's face cheers up instantly, and soon after starts fitting the pieces.
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Rarity braces herself taking one last breath, while thinking/praying in her head.
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>I really hope she moves on to other hobbies
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Anon
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>"Master told me hes rewarding you an orgasm tomorrow"
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>Said Sweetie while looking down on her toy, tied up on the bed.
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> The doll's ears perk up, Sweetie notices.
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>"Oh yes, he tells me these things. Even keeps me updated"
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>She lowers herself, right on top of Rarity.
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>Starts kissing her neck, her hooves going down her body
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>"Not sure why he tells me though."
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>She starts fondling Rarity's teats while sucking up her neck
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>Rarity opens her mouth with a small gasp
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>"He never lets me be the one to give it to you"
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>She pinches one of her teats, while giving Rarity a long forced tongue kissing.
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>The doll starts squirming, not just because her mistress's interactions, but from her belt, that started its "licking" function.
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>After a while Sweetie stops the kissing, panting along with her doll.
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>Sweetie looks at her doll, already gasping and needy.
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>She smirks.
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>A vibrator floats over, touching both their behinds
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>The doll gives a small flinch from that
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>Sweetie leans and whispers near Rarity's ears.
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>"I wonder who will be on your mind when you get that release".
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>She turns on the vibrator after this, and starts tongue kissing her again.
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>The makeout/teasing session keeps going for hours that day.
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Anon
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>Harshwhinny training Rarity as a chaste latex maid doll
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>Has to clean and dust the house regularly.
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>Has to atttend all of her mistress's personal needs. From handling her clothes, cooking her meals, preparing her bed, to even massaging her tired hooves (sometimes with her mouth).
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>Amounting to that she also service her mistress's "other" needs.
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>Must never show any part of her body, hence the full suit.
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>Her piercings vibrate randomly, sometimes with high intensity but never enough to let her cum.
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>Is only allowed her voice so her mistress can hear her whimpers and moans from the whippings and piercings.
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>Failing to adequately fulfill any task will result in a harsh (heh) whipping. In the worst cases it might even result in an extension of her training period.
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>If she keeps fullfilling them with a high degree of excellence, she gets to remove her belt for a chance to orgasm. Under Harshwhinny's condition of course >>39463297
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Anon
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>Luna asks Celestia for advice how to behave like a modern princess
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>Her sister convinces her that she should strive on having a chaste behaviour.
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>Suggests long dresses for her to wear almost all the time.
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>Convinces Luna to let her big sister filter out her dating candidates, with increasingly high standards.
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>During heat seasons she locks her sister in a chastity belt , as to block all temptation. Even adds breast plates for extra measure.
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...
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>forgets to unlock her sister after heat season
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>"misplaces" the keys
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>happens to be very loud when she gets help with her estrus from the guards
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...
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>After much pleading from Luna, Celestia decides to remove her belt to give her some supervised release.
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>Luna is tied up before the belt is removed
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>A very small dildo is picked to be used.
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>Celestia magically pumps it inside her sister.
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>She does it with a very passionless manner, treating it as a task do be done as quickly as possible.
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>Right after Luna gets her first rushed orgasm, the belt is put back on.
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>She pleads to her sister for a little more time, but is denied.
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>Shes told that these releases should be given sparily. And that her next one could be months from now, depending on her behaviour.
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...
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>she expects to use big toys
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>no, its the total opposite... to protect her purity says celestia
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>she really has to clamp down hard to feel anything at all
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>and even then, celestia moves it so slowly and gently she has an even ahrder time to get off to it
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>still, its better than that cursed chastityshield
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>even her teats are offlimits this season after celestia caught her playing with her nipples
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>she also hinted at even bigger shields covering her entire teats and pussy as one piece looking just like her bib for next year
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Anon
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>Octavia finds herself strapped for cash after the Gala fiasco
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>Sees a job ad for modeling
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>She may not be slim and lean like Fleur, but never saw herself as having an ugly figure.
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>She finds out its a modelling gig for fetish clothing.
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>The recruiter assures her that her face and cutie mark will be hidden in the final pictures.
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>Octavia reluctantly goes ahead with it. She needs the money after all.
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>A few weeks later she receives a call from the modelling agency with more offers.
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>Apparently people really liked the new pictures.
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>With her concert gigs still dried up, she chooses to continue modelling.
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>She starts to gradually model even weirder pieces.
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>From gags, bridles, corsets to full body latex suits,
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>After so many times wearing those things, Octavia begins to see the appeal of them.
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>She even brings some of the leftover clothing back home. Hidden from Vinyl of course.
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Anon
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>Its been weeks since the incident and Trixie still refuses to accept her new position in society.
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>She even goes so far as covering her new cutie mark when going outside.
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>Twilight asks Celestia for some advice in how to make her accept it.
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>Celestia tells her that at this point, only a a harsh showing of reality can break that mare's pride.
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>The very next day, Trixie is seen in the streets of Canterlot carrying her mistress on a saddle towards a meeting with Princess Celestia.
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>Twilight is dressed normally for the occasion, the only thing out of place being her riding crop, levitated on her side
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>Meanwhile Trixie has other items complementing the saddle.
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>Stirrups so she can be easily mounted on.
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> A bit gag and bridle, with reins to guide her drooling mouth.
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>Blinders, marked with her mistress's cutie mark.
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>A big purple plume attached to the bridle, for extra flair and attention.
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>A posture collar, so that she cant look down, away from the bystander's eyes.
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>Along with the accessories, her own hair is arranged in a braided, humiliating manner, with her tail tied up and raised.
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>And to make her new social status known the world, her own demeaning slave cutie mark is fully exposed to anyone watching the spectacle.
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>The walk towards the castle was absolutely humiliating !
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>Not only has her mistress decided to take the longest route to it, she also made a point of walking near every crowded spot on the way.
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>She even stopped sometimes to ask for directions, giving the bystanders more time to look at her "mount".
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>Afraid of prolonging this exposure any longer, Trixie wished she could go on a faster pace.
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>But anytime she tried that, Twilight would whip her behind until she slowed down to a leisurely pace.
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>After so many atttempts, her mistress would grow tired of it and warn Trixie that if she kept on doing it, Twilight would tie her reins to a post for a public whipping demonstration.
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>After hours of the grueling experience, they finally reached the castle, with Trixie panting and her behind full of red welts.
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>Princess Celestia could be seen at the entrance along with her entourage of guards.
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>As Twilight climbed down from her mount to greet her mentor, Trixie noticed how Celestia didnt seem fazed at all at seeing her in this state.
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>In fact, she seemed to ignore her presence almost completely, as if she was just something Twilight brought along with her.
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>As the two princesses started heading towards the court room for talks, Celestia handed over Trixie's reins to a guard, ordering him to secure Princess Twilight's mount.
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>Trixie was led to a not so private post, being tied there until Twillight returns.
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>While she waited, Trixie wondered how she would endure looking at the crowd on the way back.
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>Specially after that "demonstration".
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>Trixie's reins to a guard
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>guard
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Mabye a guard/keeper should come around with a feeding muzzle and a bucket. Nonchalantly strapping the feeding muzzle on her. Before moving to her side. Washing her body down with a sponge. Then taking a hoof and cleaning her hindquarters. Washing between her hind cheeks and touching her sex for much longer than necessary. Getting her frustrated and angry. Then after a minute or two, he rinses her off with a hose.
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With a quick drying spell he then proceeds to brush her mane, before applying a soothing ointment to her whipped rear. Patting her rump and telling her to be a, "well behaved mount". Then he turns around and leaves.
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Leaving an embarrassed Trixie. And a small audience behind her, snickering in amusement at the spectacle.
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>Celestia summoned Luna to her court
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>When she arrived, she saw a slave tied over a table, her eyes blindfolded but her mouth open, begging to climax.
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>She didnt have her belt on. In its place there was a vibrator which has been keeping her edged for hours.
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>Celestia told Luna how this pony has been an avid follower of the lunar princess, always trying to avoid any temptation, never showing need.
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>After a few hours of ministrations by the solar princess though, her strong will crumbled, becoming this begging mess standing in front of her.
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>With that said, Celestia ordered Luna to give the mare the relief she needs, and to not stop until told otherwise .
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>Understanding what she meant, Luna walked over to the mare with a grim look on her face, and started her ministrations.
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>On her first orgasm, the mare was ecstatic, praising the high heavens.
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>On the fourth orgasm she was still thanking the princesses
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>After the 10th orgasm, she started asking them to stop.
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>15 orgasms later she was struggling on her restraints, wailling and begging for the treatment to stop.
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>Sadly, Luna knew worse things awaited this poor mare if she stopped before her sister ordered her to.
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>The session would go on for hours, with the mare's screams of mercy echoing through the halls.
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>By the end of this, Celestia would make sure this mare wouldnt want her belt removed anytime soon.
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>Lightning gets assigned to locker duty to grab the team's used clothing.
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>Hears someone calling her.
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>Its Rainbow Dash, with her lower half still covered by the suit.
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>She asks Lightning to help undress the rest.
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>Has to use her mouth to slowly peel it off.
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>First from her hindquarters, starting from her ass, then down to her puffy lips where she can smell Rainbow's arousal the moment her cameltoe is peeled off.
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>She pretends not to notice it and moves on to peeling the suit off each leg.
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>After shes done, Lightning is ready to leave when she hears Rainbow calling her again.
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>This time she makes a more forcefull request
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>"Eat me out before I hit showers trainee".
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>She reluctantly does as ordered, hoping that Rainbow "finishes" before any other team member shows up asking for it too.
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>it's been two days since the mysterious blue mare took you away from your regular life in equestria
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>gone were the days of visiting your best friends and helping them out in various places
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>you now sit naked in an empty room that you call "home"
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>it wasn't much bigger than a bedroom, the only difference being a lack of light and furnishing
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>it was only furnished with a bed, a table, and a chair
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>to your surprise, the floor was squeaky clean
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>now that you've had some time to settle in, it appears to be more of a dungeon
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>maybe she wanted a ransom before eventually letting you go
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>hope dwindles as nothing progresses for the next few hours
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>around your neck is a thick steel collar, chained to a bolt in the middle of the room
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>it gives you some allowance to move around, just enough so that you're able to stand up and move within a one meter radius
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>you hear hoofsteps coming from what you believe is the entrance
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>it pauses for a moment before the heavy concrete door finally opens
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>a silhouette appears, but you can't tell who it is
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>unsurprising considering the environment that you have become accustomed to
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>stares are exchanged as she examines your body from afar
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>"are you hungry"
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>she says in a firm voice
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>the hunger was already bad, yet you resist the urge to cave in
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>after hearing your stomach rumble, she quietly exits the room, purposely leaving the door open
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>30 minutes go by and she returns with a tray full of food
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>it's impossible to know what she bought in from your view, but nevertheless, she lays it on the table
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>it smelled heavenly as the aromas diffused through the whole room
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>pretending to not notice your presence, she proceeds to begin eating
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>you can't help but put on a confused face, not knowing how to react in such a scenario
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>she looks down and gives a stern expression
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>"eyes on the floor"
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>the mare says
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>you obey without hesitation or second thoughts
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>the longest 15 minutes of your life pass by as she finishes her food
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>she stood up and levitated the tray to beside your head
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>a spark of hope reignites, but it didn't last long as the tray tilted and the remaining food began to slip onto the floor
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>as she began to scrape the excess sauce and pour it into the mound of scraps, you felt as if you couldn't move a muscle
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>just as you thought that things couldn't get worse, she uses a forehoof to mash the mound into an indistinguishable pile before holding it just in front of your eyes
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>you stare at it, unsure of what to do
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>one press was all it takes
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>zap
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>the collar shocks you and it finally clicks
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>you kneel again and move your head closer to her forelegs, and while still panting, you begin to hesitantly lick her food covered hoof
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>for the next few minutes, the sound of licking, slurping, and sucking fills the room as you clean her hoof of any trace of food
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>once you finish, she lifts the hoof and inspects it to check that you haven't missed a spot
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>"good boy"
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>your stomach rumbles again
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>this time, you couldn't hold it any longer
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>you turn your head to face the pile and begin to scoop it into your mouth using your fingers
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>"no hands"
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>she zaps you again, but this time, seemingly for fun
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>you dive your face into the mess and begin chewing as your life depended on it
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>once all the big chunks were gone, she placed a hoof on your head and pushed it downward into position
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>understanding the instruction, you begin to lick the floor until it is spotless
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>even more so than her hoofs
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>feeling satisfied, she carries the tray and leaves the room
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>closing the door and leaving you behind for celestia knows what
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Anon
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This Celestia bit from the last thread:
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>i would want her to still keep that warm, embracing personality and with it, a sense of innocence and good nature. she keep slaves herself because things like orgasms, whimpering while being overstimulated or just pure frustration of some who have been edged and kept chaste for years now makes her think its what they want, need and deserve.
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>i want her to giggle and laugh at ponies silly enough to beg for sexual release from her, waving it all away as childish dreams
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Is the hottest thing you've guys come up with to me.
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Yeah it stood out to me. It also fits her personality so very well. And her having ponies around that she flippantly sexualize, yet fondly takes care of like a good mother. Is 100% unf.
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She probably even sits her "maids" down, and occasionally talks to them about special someponies and marriage. Good-naturedly instructing them how they should approach the other maids around the castle for companionship and love. And how to impress and flatter the ones they might be interested in. Or how to be positive for the future once they’ve cleared their indentured servitude.
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Talking to them in a caring, thoughtful manner, whilst many of the maids around her, struggle to sit still. Most of them are wearing exceedingly large, transparent butt plugs in their rears. And all of them are dreading the next time they need to use the bathroom, as even more painful plugs will be swapped with the ones already making them waddle.
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Embarrassingly, their tails are always wrapped, fully exposing them from behind for all the male guards to see and grope. Some maids get lucky and receive a vibrating plug with their bathroom break instead, numbing them to the stretching pains for a while. Until they get inundated with pleasure that is.
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And after two hours or so with a vibrating plug, the “lucky” maid would normally begin to beg to have it out. Wanting to desperately suck and lick anyone near them for a moment’s reprieve of it. Promising to be good and obedient as they do.
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Of course, Celestia would sometimes catch one of her maids obscenely begging for dick or vagina out in the hallways. And if she does, she simply drags them away by the ear for punishment. Having none of that mindless behaviour in her castle.
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>courtsession with the sunprincess
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>a couple walks up to celestia and falls to their knees infront of her
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>both of them thank her for her guidance and how she has "improved" their lifes with her wisdom and decisions for them
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>a little bit of meaningless smalltalk ensues that goes nowhere, one could almost get the feeling the couple expected something else from her
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>eventually, they muster up some courage and ask her if, now that relationship has been stabilized, their "adornments" may be removed
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>celestia just laughs at them both, not taking their request serious
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>she explain to the the desperate pair that they are only in their current, happy position because of the chastitybelt she locked onto both their genitals and that removing them, would simply erase all the progress they have made
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>however, as a reward for their dedication, courage and honesty, both their belts are being upgraded with a clitoral, and prostatevibrator, activated when one lover thinks of the other
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>both ponies are taken away by guards, their cries slowly dissapering in the distance, with celestias gentle smile never having wavered
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>celestia walks into her sisters room... without knocking or announcement as if it were hers...
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>here she finds luna once again in tears, pawing away at her new belt
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>she got it as part of a reformationgift and it was locked onto her hips right infront of the mane six
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>enough of that for now though
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>"good news sister, i think i may have a little suprise for you that will brighten your day!"
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>"you mean i can fina-"
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>"nothing like that dear sister. besides i cant think of a reason why you would have earned "that" already anyway."
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>"..."
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>"anyway, i thought i would show you one of our subjects who is a BIG fan of yours! yes, word about your return has already spread across equestria and the rumors simply wont stop! can you believe they say you celebrated your return with an orgy of slaves?
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where was i? oh yes, your little fan here came to get a look at you but was caught by the guard, when i approached her she said she would do anything to be with you... so here she is!"
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>celestia pushes forward the little batpony with her wing
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>"turn around my little pony and show your favourite "princess" how much you love her."
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>the little bat turns around and spreads her legs. luna gasps at the sight of a chastitybelt just like hers, but with her cutiemark instead of celestias above the genials... so she belongs to her just like her genitals belong to celestia
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Anon
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>Both princesses are on Luna's bed, with the owner herself wearing a horn ring, and tied in a spread eagle position while Celestia eating out her sister
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>Luna is screaming her mistress's name, her body twisting and pulling its restraints while she experiences a mind breaking orgasm.
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>After Celestia finishes it, she gives Luna a long tongue kiss, pulling her head closer wit the leash while her body is still tied up.
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>While thats happening, the new belt levitates and locks on the lunar princess, her groan of dissatisfaction being heard through the kiss.
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>Finally their lips separate. Luna is still panting from the experience , while Celestia seems calm and collected, although with a demure expression forming on her face.
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>She asks Luna if she enjoyed it, with Luna saying yes, mentioning how this helped a lot more with the heat feeling, even though some of it is still there.
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>Celestia tells her that this feeling will never go away, going into detail about the alicorn affliction that has affected her and Cadance for hundreds of years.
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>She also mentions that she has found a solution to help her sister wih this issue.
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>Luna, after hearing this, looks at the belt, and asks when its going to be opened again.
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>Celestia only looks at her with a demure expression, not saying anything.
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>Luna asks again, her voice louder,and with some trepidation in it.
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>No answer.
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>She starts pleading her, asking her to reconsider it.
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>Doesnt take long until she start sobbing during her pleas.
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>Celestia still doesnt say anything while levitating a gag and buckling it on her sister's mouth.
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>She gets up and walks away, leaving her tied sobbing sister to sort out her emotions for a few hours.
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Anon
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Rarity hesitates, glancing at me pleadingly. I glare until she bows her head with a whimper and obediently pads over to Rainbow.
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Rainbow stiffens as Rarity's muzzle nudges between her legs, cleaning away the mess I left. Her cheeks burn but she remains still, not daring to protest.
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I watch intently, groin stirring as Rarity's little orange tongue darts out, lapping at Rainbow's folds. "Get in there nice and deep, now," I order.
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Rarity whimpers again but obeys, muzzle pushing deeper to clean out every drop. Rainbow squirms and gasps, oversensitive body responding despite herself.
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"Good girl, Rarity." I reach down to stroke myself, arousal building. "Make sure she enjoys it."
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Rarity's sobs are muffled but the indignity in her eyes satisfies me as much as the show. She works her tongue insistently, coaxing whimpers and moans from Rainbow.
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Rainbow trembles, mortified at the pleasure her body is betraying her with. Her wings flutter and she tosses her head with a choked cry as she peaks.
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"Well done, my pets." I chuckle darkly at the state I've reduced them to. Rarity pulls away, muzzle damp, refusing to meet Rainbow's eyes.
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Rainbow lays motionless, spent and shamed. I eye the rest of my ponies, pondering who I'll enjoy breaking in next. "You're all excused…for now."
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They flee gratefully. I flop back on the bed, sated and smug in the control I hold over them. My little ponies are learning their place well.
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I grab Twilight, forcing her onto the bed on top of Celestia, their bellies pressed together. Celestia grimaces but holds Twilight gently as I plunge into the younger mare from behind.
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Twilight cries out, trembling at the sensation of me taking her while atop her mentor. I set a brutal pace, hips slamming forward to bury myself in her tight heat over and over.
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"P-Princess, I'm s-sorry," Twilight gasps between thrusts.
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Celestia nuzzles her student with closed eyes. "Shhh, my faithful student. This is not your doing."
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I grunt, enjoying Twilight's cries and the feel of Celestia beneath her. But after a few moments I pull out, grabbing Celestia's hips to sheathe myself in her instead.
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Her eyes fly open with a startled grunt as I begin pounding into her. Twilight sobs, hooves grasping at the sheets on either side of Celestia's head.
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I continue switching between them, pounding each mare in turn while the other is trapped against her, forced to listen and feel it happen. Their cries and the sounds of brutal mating fill the room.
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Eventually I find release, buried to the hilt in Twilight as she clenches around me. I pump her full with a satisfied groan before pulling out and moving off the bed.
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Twilight collapses atop Celestia, both mares panting and trembling. Celestia holds her student close, glaring at me over Twilight's shoulder with unbridled fury.
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I smirk, sated for now. "Pleasant dreams, my defiant princess. I'll return for you both soon."
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I leave them clinging to each other on the bed, heading out to choose my next victim. Breaking these two was only the beginning.
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Celestia draws a warm bath, helping Twilight into it. "Easy, my faithful student," she murmurs, using a damp cloth to wipe sweat and spend from Twilight's face.
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Twilight leans into her mentor's touch. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that, Princess." Her ears droop.
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"Hush." Celestia kisses her forehead. "You've nothing to apologize for." She begins gently cleaning between Twilight's legs, wiping away the evidence of what was done to her.
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Twilight whimpers, fresh tears springing to her eyes. "It hurt so much. I don't know how much more of this I can take."
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"Be strong, Twilight." Celestia turns Twilight's face up to meet her gaze. "No matter what that beast does, he cannot break what we have. You are not alone in this."
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Twilight grasps Celestia's hoof tightly. "Please don't leave me again, Princess. I'm scared."
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Celestia embraces her. "I will not abandon you, I promise. We will face whatever comes…together."
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Her eyes harden with determination. That beast may have had his way with them for now, but he would not find either her or Twilight such easy victims again. They would endure, drawing strength from one another, until the chance came to turn the tables on their 'master'.
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And when that moment arrived, Celestia would show him no mercy. She would make him regret the day he dared lay a hand on her ponies. They were hers to protect, not his to torment. She would have her vengeance.
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But for now she simply holds Twilight close, letting the warmth of the bath and her embrace soothe the young mare's hurts, preparing her for the trials yet to come. They would survive this. Together.
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I yawn, exhausted after a long day of fun with my pets. As I climb into bed, Luna is already there, stiff as a board. I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. She tenses even more, if that's possible.
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"Relax, princess," I mumble into her mane. "Just cuddlin'."
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She stays silent, as always. I nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. My hand slides down to rest on her cutie mark, squeezing. She flinches.
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"So uptight," I chide. "Loosen up, Lulu. Y'know I won't hurt ya."
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Much. Her breath hitches as my fingers trail lower but she doesn't protest. Smart girl.
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I press a kiss to the back of her neck. "Love ya, princess."
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She shudders. I chuckle, closing my eyes. My little Luna, always so stubborn. But she's learning. I give her flank one more squeeze before letting sleep take me under, Luna warm in my embrace.
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She'll come around eventually. They always do.
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I grinned, settling back in my chair. "Alright, my pets, show me what you've got. Winner gets a prize. The losers, well…." I trail off.
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Twilight came first, face flaming as she swayed her hips. She glanced at me nervously, biting her lip, before lifting her tail to flash her slit. I nodded, gesturing for her to continue. She stumbled through a few more moves, clearly embarrassed, before scurrying away.
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Rarity was next. She sauntered up, winking coyly over her shoulder. Her rump swayed from side to side as she walked a circle around me. I reached out, squeezing her flank, and she shuddered. "Keep going," I ordered. She forced a smile, turning to brush her tail under my nose before prancing off.
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Rainbow scowled as she stepped up, but a warning glare had her rolling her hips reluctantly. She bucked and kicked, flashing me quick glimpses of her sex. I chuckled, patting the seat beside me, and with a whimper she draped herself over my lap. I rubbed between her legs, feeling the heat there, before dismissing her.
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Fluttershy trembled so hard I thought she might faint. At my impatient gesture she hesitantly lifted her tail, revealing her slit for a second before dropping it. That was all she could manage before fleeing in tears.
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Pinkie bounced up next, but her usual energy was gone. She spun and shook her rump halfheartedly, tail barely swaying. I grabbed her, pulling her into my lap, and she went still as I stroked her thighs. "Poor effort, pet," I scolded, nipping her ear. She cringed.
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In the end, none had performed well enough to earn a prize. I grinned, climbing to my feet. "I suppose you'll all have to be punished instead. Come here, pets…"
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The ponies whimpered, huddling together as I advanced. Their nightmare was unending.
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I smirk up at the alicorn sprawled atop me. Her ears flick in annoyance but she dips her head in acquiescence.
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After a moment she rises, legs unfolding and hooves clacking on the floor as she leaves the bed. I stretch languidly, sated for now, as she returns guiding Rainbow Dash ahead of her.
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Rainbow glares at me sullenly. I crook a finger at her. "Come."
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She hesitates but a stern look from Celestia spurs her forward. She clambers onto the bed, wings tucked tight to her sides.
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I grab her, pulling that lithe body close and nuzzling into her neck. She squeaks in protest, squirming, as I nip and kiss along her throat. "Be still, little pony, " I growl, hands roaming her sides, grasping her cutie mark.
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My gaze shifts to Celestia. "Your turn. Let's see you prepare her for me."
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Celestia sighs, muttering something under her breath, but climbs up behind Rainbow. Her larger frame surrounds the struggling pegasus, trapping those wings to her sides.
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I relax against the headboard, eager to observe Celestia work. This should prove entertaining…
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Rainbow yelps as Celestia secures her in place, grasping her with practiced ease. Celestia meets my gaze, magenta eyes annoyed but resigned, as she lowers her head between trembling azure thighs.
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Rainbow whimpers, legs kicking feebly, as Celestia's muzzle descends. That dexterous tongue, so recently pleasing me, now teases and delves into dripping pink folds hidden beneath a curtain of rainbow tail.
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I groan, member already stirring at the sight, reaching to grasp a handful of Rainbow's mane. She squeals, trying to twist away from my grip and the sensations Celestia's muzzle is coaxing from within her, but we have her trapped.
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Celestia takes her time preparing the pegasus, as ordered. When Rainbow is dripping, trembling and whimpering I tug her mane, guiding her into place over me. Her folds are soaked and yielding when I thrust up into her tight heat.
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Rainbow cries out but I muffle her protests, slamming my mouth onto hers. Celestia hovers over us both, caging me between silken wings, ensuring her subject doesn't escape my attentions.
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And so our dance begins anew. Compliant alicorn and trembling pegasus trapped, as always, by my whims and desires. The night is still young, my appetite vast, and I fully intend to indulge in all Equestria's delights…
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>Luna nervously peeks outside the halls.
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>You sit in her favorite armchair, leaning on your elbow, legs crossed, grinning smugly.
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“I’m waiting Princess~”
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>She looks back at you with a worried expression.
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>You reach into your pocket, dangling a ball gag at her.
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“Go ahead…”
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>”B-but Anon-“
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“What was that?!”
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>”M-master.”
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“That’s a good girl.”
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>Luna forgets herself for a brief moment, showing her true face, but quickly catches it, straightening up.
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>”Are you sure, th-this can’t wait until night court? Imagine the scandal it would cause to be seen donning such…rudimentary regalia…!”
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>She goes back to looking out into the hallway, unaware that you’re standing, and making your way to her.
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“This insubordination simply won’t do, your highness.”
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>”Huh?”
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>Luna can barely contain her shock at what comes next.
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Anon
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Well you see, Appul doesn't just like spanking... When she does something wrong, Appul wants to be *disciplined*. Spanked and paddled into bawling, uncontrollably squirming, and begging for mercy. Her butt turning from pink to red, to redder, to red as a cherry... kicking her hooves every which way, bucking her hips, shaking her butt back and forth and all around in circles... promising she will be a good girl again!
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But it doesn't matter. The paddle continues to paint her wriggling bottom cheeks redder and redder, smack after smack, smack, smack... and Appul's begging turns to blubbering like a little filly, gasping, panting, sweating... her butt so intolerably HOT, burning so much she simply cannot TAKE it anymore! And yet... take it she does. Pinned down, squirming uselessly and desperately, spank, after spank, after spank...
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Appul will be a good girl again, surely! But not on her own. First, this stubborn filly needs to be MADE a good girl again...
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Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank...
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Howling. bawling, weeping and wailing, Appul suffers her well-deserved discipline. Until her butt is glowing so bright red that you can practically see it in the dark... and unfortunately, Appul still has a little ways to go.
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Bad girl.
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>'tis the night before Christmas
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>And all through the land
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>Little pet ponies were lining up
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>To find out if they were good or bad
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>You've got your four futapets lined up before Master's chair their ears perked and tails swishing back and forth as they eagerly wait for Master's judgement.
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"Now, now. Settle down, all. First up... Firefly Swarm. You've been quite good, haven't you? You'll find two gifts beneath the tree, and I think you'll be joining your Master in bed tonight."
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>"Thank you, sir!"
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>Firefly does an eager little trot in place, her wings twitching with eagerness, but doesn't move an inch until your beckon her closer.
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"Cage."
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>Without hesitation, Firefly Swarm lifts a leg, exposing the plastic chastity cage encasing her... anomalous elements.
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>A bell is drawn from beneath your pillow, and Firefly's eyes widen - not at the bell itself, but the hefty plug that it dangles from.
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"Tail."
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>Up her tail rises, giving you a good clear view of everything beneath it as the plug is slipped into place.
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>It rests there, laying against her marehood four embossed words gleaming on the bell's golden surface.
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>NICE
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"There you are. Go on, then!"
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>"Thank you, Master!"
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>As she returns to her spot in line, the bell jingles softly - a constant reminder of both your ownership of her, and her obedience to your orders.
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>She even raises her tail a bit again to give you a glimpse of your handiwork.
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>The little minx.
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"Second: Sugar Stalk."
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>"Yes, Master?"
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"Sugar... you've grown a lot in these past few months. You're coming along nicely, but you've still got a very long way to go. Therefore, I declare you-"
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>A single finger rises, and Sugar Stalk freezes for a heartbeat.
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"-Nice. There's a present under the tree for you. Come here?"
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>She does, an eager expression of joy splitting her muzzle - though a note of confusion does enter when she sees her bell has a clip on the end of its chain, not a plug.
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"Cage."
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>Up her leg goes, and Sugar's breath hitches as you gently clip her bell to the bottom of her cage.
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"Good Girl. Now, Golden Glow?"
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>"Yes, Sir?" your third pet says, perking up.
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"Golden Glow. You've improved the most. As a reward, there is one present for you, but I am going to reduce the setting on your horn ring - give you some more of your magic back."
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>The little gasp she gives is adorable, stars practically appearing in her eyes.
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>"ThankyousomuchMasterIamsoproudtobeyour-"
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"That's enough, girl. C'mere."
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>As you're fitting her bell, however, Golden Glow pauses.
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>"Actually, um... I..."
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"Yes, Golden?"
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>"There's - there's one other thing - if it's not too much - I, um - I'd really like..."
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"Go on. The worst I can say is 'no'.
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>"CouldIbeletoutofmycageearly?" Golden finally spits out.
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>You tilt your head, pondering.
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>Golden's cage was still a vice of hard, cold metal, wrapped tightly around the cock that hung below her marehood.
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>A beginner's cage, before a pet had earned something better.
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"When are you due for your next release, Golden?"
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>"E-Eight days, sir! But I'd really like - if I could -"
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>Eight days?
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>Well, she had been awfully good...
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"Eh, why not. Tomorrow, I think, I'll let you have an early release. You've earned it."
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>"Eeeeeeee, thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
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>Chuckling, you fend off the eager kisses from the loving mare and set her back down on the floor.
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"One left now, which just leaves us... Silky Streamer."
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>You lower your clipboard, eyes hooded, and study the unfortunate mare.
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>Silky, her mane falling like her namesake fabric to hide her face, says nothing - but her body language speaks loudly enough.
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>She knows very well a punishment is coming.
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"Silky Streamer..."
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>You shake your head, letting disappointment show openly on your face.
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"You know, Silky, most owners - most pony sellers - would consider mares with your... condition to be deficient. Damaged goods. But I took you in anyway."
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>"Yes, Master," she whispers softly.
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"And yet, you persist in failing to meet even the most performance standards."
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>"Yes, Master," she whimpers, shrinking back even further.
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>You slap your thigh.
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"Up."
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>Credit to Silky here:
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>She does not dawdle for a moment, leaping up onto your seat and settling across your lap.
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>But you can feel the stiff tension in her body.
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>Especially when you flip her over, exposing her anomaly and the cage that holds it.
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>Like Golden's, it was metal.
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>Unlike Golden's, it was a true cage - bars in a grid, containing the sensitive flesh within.
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"...Firefly, go get me a candy cane. Two of those spicy ones, would you?"
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>"Yes, Master."
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>Bell jingling gently, she departs - returning to deliver the two candies into the palm of your hand.
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>One goes straight into your mouth, fierce and flaming against your tongue as it circles the candy.
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"Now then, Silky..."
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>Another advantage of a barred chastity cage?
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>You could run a finger up and down its length, a feathery touch that sends Silky squirming and whimpering from the attention.
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>Her cage had something none of the others' had, too.
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>Spikes.
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>Spikes that were undoubtedly digging fiercely into her most sensitive flesh as you worked her relentlessly.
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"What am I to do with you now, Silky? You're disobedient, lazy, and perpetually trying to pleasure yourself without permission..."
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>Rather than answer, she just gives a kind of squeaky moan.
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>No doubt those spikes were starting to make themselves felt.
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"No doubt in my mind you've been very, very naughty this year. But I think you need a lesson beyond just 'no presents' or a session with my whip."
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>"W-What do you mean, Master?"
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>Ignoring her whimpering, you take the candy cane from your mouth.
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>As you'd hoped, the end of the cane has been rendered from a hard cut into a blunt curve.
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>Perfect for your needs.
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"Stay still now, Silky."
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>"What do you-"
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>The end of her cage had a small hole.
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>Meant to ensure it stayed sanitary, it also has...
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>Other benefits.
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>Like being just the right size for a repurposed stick of candy.
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>Silky Streamer goes rigid as she feels the candy cane probe at the head of her long-contained cock, then find the one singular place it can go.
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>A little cry escapes her throat as you begin to feed the cane down into her shaft, swelling it further against the cage's barbs as the cane fills her out.
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>Your other pets lean in, regarding the spectacle with a mixture of horror and bile fascination.
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>Sugar Stalk almost goes to paw her own caged shaft, then thinks better of it.
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>(Good girl. You'll have to reward her for that later.)
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>But Silky?
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>Silky has latched her forelegs around your arm and is holding on for dear life, little muffled screams bubbling forth as you urge the cane the rest of the way in.
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>No doubt the spiciness of the cane was now also inflicting a fresh, second kind of torment on the inside of her shaft.
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>A raw, burning sensation that would only grow and grow and grow...
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>At last the cane slips all the way in, leaving only the hooked head protruding.
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>That is carefully slipped around one of the bars of her cage, preventing Silky from expelling the torturous thing now wedged inside of her.
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"Now, do you have anything to say for yourself, Silky?"
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>"P-Please take i-it out, Master, please I-I'm begging you-"
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"No. This is your punishment, Silky. You'll keep it in there, just to have a reminder of what you've earned."
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>"B-But it burns, it burns so hard so bad-"
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"Shhh..."
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>You stroke back her mane, revealing the mare's tearful eyes, and place a gentle kiss on her nose.
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"I know it does, Silky. It's a punishment. That's what it's supposed to do, and it will stay there. Don't you dare try to remove it, understand?"
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>Before she can answer, you hand finds its way to her marehood.
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>Silky gasps again as your fingers begin to explode her nethers, mercilessly teasing her until she begins to dampen.
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"I asked, do you understand me, Silky Streamer?"
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>"Y-Yes, Master, I do!"
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"Well, I don't think you do."
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>The zip of your pants opening draws her attention.
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>Silky whines as you lift yourself up from the seat to slide them down.
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>Of course, giving one of your futapets a good hard punishment always put you in the mood.
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"You know what I expect, Silky."
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>But she's frozen.
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>Locked in place at the thought of servicing you while her cock was being stretched by the horrid, burning cane lodged down its length.
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>Another demerit against her, then.
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>She still has the sense not to resist when you pull her onto your lap, the tip of your shaft coming to rest pressed between your belly and her silken thighs.
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"I'm going to fuck you now, Silky. Are you going to be a good girl?"
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>"N-Not this, Master, please..."
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>If her begging had any impact, it is far long over.
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>Silky yelps as you settle her down atop your shaft, filling out her marehood, the hard bulge of her caged shaft now trapped between your bellies as you start to ride her.
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>Sparing a glance to your other pets, you issue a firm command:
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"Watch. I want you to witness this punishment."
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>Silky Streamer goes rigid as she feels the candy cane probe at the head of her long-contained cock, then find the one singular place it can go.
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>A little cry escapes her throat as you begin to feed the cane down into her shaft, swelling it further against the cage's barbs as the cane fills her out.
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>Your other pets lean in, regarding the spectacle with a mixture of horror and bile fascination.
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>Sugar Stalk almost goes to paw her own caged shaft, then thinks better of it.
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>(Good girl. You'll have to reward her for that later.)
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>But Silky?
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>Silky has latched her forelegs around your arm and is holding on for dear life, little muffled screams bubbling forth as you urge the cane the rest of the way in.
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>No doubt the spiciness of the cane was now also inflicting a fresh, second kind of torment on the inside of her shaft.
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>A raw, burning sensation that would only grow and grow and grow...
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>At last the cane slips all the way in, leaving only the hooked head protruding.
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>That is carefully slipped around one of the bars of her cage, preventing Silky from expelling the torturous thing now wedged inside of her.
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"Now, do you have anything to say for yourself, Silky?"
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>"P-Please take i-it out, Master, please I-I'm begging you-"
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"No. This is your punishment, Silky. You'll keep it in there, just to have a reminder of what you've earned."
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>"B-But it burns, it burns so hard so bad-"
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"Shhh..."
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>You stroke back her mane, revealing the mare's tearful eyes, and place a gentle kiss on her nose.
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"I know it does, Silky. It's a punishment. That's what it's supposed to do, and it will stay there. Don't you dare try to remove it, understand?"
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>Before she can answer, you hand finds its way to her marehood.
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>Silky gasps again as your fingers begin to explode her nethers, mercilessly teasing her until she begins to dampen.
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"I asked, do you understand me, Silky Streamer?"
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>"Y-Yes, Master, I do!"
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"Well, I don't think you do."
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>The zip of your pants opening draws her attention.
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>Silky whines as you lift yourself up from the seat to slide them down.
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>Of course, giving one of your futapets a good hard punishment always put you in the mood.
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"You know what I expect, Silky."
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>But she's frozen.
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>Locked in place at the thought of servicing you while her cock was being stretched by the horrid, burning cane lodged down its length.
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>Another demerit against her, then.
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>She still has the sense not to resist when you pull her onto your lap, the tip of your shaft coming to rest pressed between your belly and her silken thighs.
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"I'm going to fuck you now, Silky. Are you going to be a good girl?"
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>"N-Not this, Master, please..."
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>If her begging had any impact, it is far long over.
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>Silky yelps as you settle her down atop your shaft, filling out her marehood, the hard bulge of her caged shaft now trapped between your bellies as you start to ride her.
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>Sparing a glance to your other pets, you issue a firm command:
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"Watch. I want you to witness this punishment."
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Princess luna's husband (fuck you) by Anon
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>be me
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>anon
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>love luna
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>one day my wish gets fulfilled
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>equestria.jpeg
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oh shit!,
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>wait why am i in celestia's chambers?!.
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hello there anon-
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>oh hell nah
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uhhh, hello... celestia?
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>still taking in the fact that i got transported to equestria an its all real.. my brain is in overdrive , not to mention from all places to spawn i am in celestias room.
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Uhhh, listeni dont know how i got here!, So please spare me!, i dont even know how is this real!. I mean... talking ponies, magic, me being here!!, like holy fu-
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>realize she is not angry or surprised, if her facial expression acue of that of a hunter stalking its prey.
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wait, why are you not suprised or even reacting to this at all?!, and why are you looking at me like that?!
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>she grins
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Oh, dont worry dear. You must be in shock, with fear and uncertainty to be here. But rest assured, you are in good hooves. REALLY good hooves
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>why did she had to say it like that.
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>i take a moment to fully digest all in.
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Ok, first of all why are you not surprised by me being here? or my apperance anyway?
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>she seems a little surprised
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well, you see Twilight has been experimenting since some time ago to intermensional travel, being the first instance that magic mirror thing. Anyway, in one of those expeditions to unknown she found you guys, humans! and she found... quite a lot of things.
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For once your society...
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>she grimaced
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is... run by males.. how sad, your females are the absolute worse to males. Like come ON!, any mare with ovaries can tell that THE MARE should be responsible for the stallion and care for him and their colts and fillies, not the other way around!
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>ok so apparently Equestria was matriarchal or something, great.
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We also discovered that our universe was somehow depicted in books and ¿video? i think was called, in your databases apparently for entertainment, wich by the way is quite cute yet horrifing.
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In any case... we found out that while yes, mares from your universe are absolutely bunkers, not all males are good either. BUT!, we realized something, turns out the males that liked our universe were on average (according to twilight anyway) prime husband material!
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So i talked with lulu, the main six and so on and decided a test run wich is why you are here!, isnt it great!?
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>my mind is blank, no seriously.
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uhhh... test run for what exactly?
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>she gives me a "dont be a dummy" look
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well, for interspecies mating and marriage of course.
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>my brain actually gets error 404
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>this is not real
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>of course its not, its a fucking green, retard!
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>but then why does it feel so real?!
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uhhh anonymous?, you spaced out for a while there everything ok?
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>she was now face to face with me
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AAAAHHH!!!
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>how!?
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>celestia gets startled too
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WHAT?!, WHAT HAPPENNED?!
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>...
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Uhh..no.. nothing i just... well i.... but then... *sigh* sorry...i guess?
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>she sighs.
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anyway, as i had told you you have been chosen to be the first "candidate" for interspecies RELATIONSHIPS so...
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>continue
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so... i hope to be meeting you this coming days and see where things go. However, i have a lot of faith and know your potential, so please lets take good care of each other, ok?
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>she gave that motherly charisma all the while breaking my destiny down.
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Bu-but i...
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>NO!, BACK OFF THOT, I LOVE LUNA!, I WILL NOT BE FUCKED AGAINST MY WILL BY ANY OTHER MARE!!
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Why me though, even more so being the first and all
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>she lights up at this.
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I am glad you asked. You see for once Lulu, can see dreams among other things and from all the data recovered from multiple magical analisis you were and still are pretty much among the best of the best male of your universe... or at least from your country according to our magical sources and mare investigators.
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So, from all the information gathered your Intelligence leves, personality, height, likes and dislikes, morality and so on you were chosen! but since im the older of the 2 i had dibs!
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>she was beaming at me,ughh muh heart!.
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Im really,REALLY flattered... i think. But i...
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>she puts a hoof on my mouth to shus me up
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I know what you are going to say...
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>she looks down with a sad visage
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You like lulu, dont you?, she told me some of your dreams... you must REALLY like her huh?
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>thank god, she is reasonable.
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*sigh* yes, thank you for understanding. Dont get me wrong you are GREAT really, but i see you more like a mom if anything, but Luna is...
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>she snarls and look at me with traces of tears that i now see with the sun reflecting from the window behind my back.
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STOP!, please!...i know you like here but... its all in your mind! you dont even know her!, all you know is from the information of YOUR universe!
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>i get angry at this
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The same thing could be said about you!
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>she gasps and hardens her look
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Yes but there also another thing you know what?!
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>her tone scares me, it gives me a sense of dread
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y-y-yes?
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>she inhales before laying down the bomb
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She does NOT like you, I DO! and we WILL know each other. If Something good comes out of it its amazing if not then i tried so fine. BUT you will not think of another mare in that way while in my presence, understood?!
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>Tears fall from my face
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I i me-mean i guessed as much but... i
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>i have no arguments
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Celestia I... maybe she doesnt like me becasue she doesnt... know me?
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>im grasping at strings here.
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I mean, for whatever reason i am apparently a good catch, was brought here and even YOU like me... apparently so there is a chance even if minimal... i mean she has seen my dreams and therefore my heart... right?
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>i turn back so im not seen crying by a female. In my universe is just a sign of weak ass pussies.
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Anon... im deeply sorry i didnt...*sigh*
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>she hugs me from behing with her hooves and i can feel her teats on my back.
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Im deeply sorry, i was jealous and i... said some cruel things, i mean i should know better specially with you apparing here out of nowhere , without preparation, prior knowledge, anything, but...
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>she kisses my cheek.
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I do mean it, i like you.
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I will let you rest for now. Take all in and, think what you wanna do from now on. And while luna may not like you she doesnt hate you either. So its fine, you know?
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>she was trying to cheer me up, how pathetic am i?
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One thing though.
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>she turns back before leaving the room.
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You ARE all i hoped and more, i have personally researched all i could about you. So believe me when i say, you are an awsome stallion and while luna cannot see it, nor i want her to do so... you will always have me.
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I will leave you for now, by the way i left you a welcome to equestria gift, you can open it later, its in the cabinet next to the bed.
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>she left
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>i think for some minutes before i calm myself somewhat, yet my curiosity is stimulated so i open the cabinet and see a red box with a white bow.
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>oh well, how bad could it be?
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>as i open it...
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THE BUCK!?
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>of course it could be
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>a fucking dog collar made of gold and silver with my name on it?!
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Anon
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>the head mistress can be so creatively cruel
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>you suppose that's the only way to become Master's right hoof in a place like this, especially with Master being so sensitive about property damage making beatings or starvation out of the question
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>unfortunately she happened to decide she dislikes you, so you had just spent the past two and a half days wearing extra-slippery horseshoes as punishment for some half-bogus mis-step
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>the rubbery surface made every step feel like you were treading on an oil spill
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>and the nails driven into your hoof meant that you had no chance of being rid of it, not until the headmistress saw it fit to bring you back to the farrier
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>well, all that had been up till this morning
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>you're honestly surprised you managed to last this long without major incident
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>unfortunately, the headmistress must have been too, or maybe she just got impatient waiting for you to make a fool of yourself, so this morning you got dinner serving duty
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>it only took a couple of trips before you mis-stepped and a meal went flying across the floor
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>naturally, you had to clean it up, your stance now wobbly in equal parts from the horseshoes as from the knot in your stomach forming at the thoughts of what might be coming next for you
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>well, you hadn't had to wait very long to find out
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>rocking back and forth slowly, you reminisced on the past few days that had led you here
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>your legs slightly spread apart in a moderately uncomfortable but tolerable stance, all four hooves securely nailed to the rocking horse base
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>a saddle adorning your back, a harness wrapped your head with blinders keeping your gaze straight ahead and a bit sitting between your teeth
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>althought one might have even called the actual restraints spartan, with only a few nails holding your hooves in position, and the rest of the body being left effectively free - the unyieldingly solid anchoring of your hooves made you feel more bound than you had felt in many of the wraps and ties you had previously experienced
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>the hard keratin held firmly onto the strict metal anchor points of the nails driven into it, not even providing the yield that the softness of the flesh might offer against normal restraints
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>and the hardwood rocking frame would hold its shape unchangingly for the days - or maybe even weeks to come, from what you'd gleaned from the mistress's harsh orders as you were being... "installed"
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>part of it terrified you - being stuck helplessly immobile for who knows how long, with who knows what being done to you
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>part of you, though, was looking forward to the hopefully relatively peaceful life of a rocking horse
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>with any luck, you'd spend the time more as a piece of living furniture, kept watered and fed and cared for but - you prayed - not subjected to too much torment
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>bobbing your neck a bit to keep the movement up, you let out a sigh, gazing vacantly ahead and rocking softly, feeling well and truly immobile
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Anon
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>When you first got Rarity, you were told she would be trouble.
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>An excellent worker, with a keen eye for detail, but a troublesome personality.
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>Obsessed with cleanliness, and would complain endlessly if exposed to anything... unsanitary.
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>Beatings had no effect. She would react even if she knew she would be punished.
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>But you weren't worried.
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>She was used to being gagged, but this one was different.
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>With a hole in the middle, it didn't do much to muffle her whining. But it did allow you to access her mouth whenever you wanted.
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>Like clockwork, you'd strap her down and 'kiss' her multiple times every day.
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>Your filthy tongue would invade her mouth and explore to your heart's content.
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>No matter how much she'd struggle and scream, you'd treat her with the utmost care and passion.
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>When her tongue lashed out in disgust, yours met it with loving strokes.
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>You'd taste the roof of her mouth and swirl your tongue around, making sure no part of her remained untasted.
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>And afterwards you'd be sure to give her a tasty treat, and let her wear some of her favourite clothes.
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>She hated it, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that followed her torment.
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>As she slowly got used to it, you increased the sloppiness of your treatment.
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>You let your drool splash freely into her mouth and force her to swallow.
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>You slurp your tongue along her lips and teeth, leaving a thick coat of spit.
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>You pull her tongue into your mouth and suck on it like a candy.
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>Your rewards become more intimate as well. Patting her head, rubbing her belly, and scratching her ears.
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>Soon, the act of defiling her mouth becomes its own reward.
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>She works with incredible zeal and never makes a single error.
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>She's as quiet as a mouse and the model of good behaviour.
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>The only 'problem' is her begging for more kisses, but you're always more than happy to reward her by painting her needy mouth.
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Anon
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>Be Anon.
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>Be very confused.
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>You didn't really know Vinyl that well, so you were a bit cautious when she asked you for a favour.
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>When that favour turned out to be going to some sort of classical music concert with her, you were too curious to say no.
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>It probably helped that you had a tiny crush on her.
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>Of course, this is Horseland, where all the cute ones turn out to be gay. You wonder how in the hell they're able to reproduce.
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>Still, you could think of worse things to do than listen to some Horse Mozart while sitting next to an extremely pretty punk girl.
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>As soon as you show up Vinyl practically drags you backstage.
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>She's missing her shades for some reason, and you can see her trembling in excitement.
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>You get the usual odd looks, but nobody questions Vinyl as she pulls you into a small room.
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>Inside there's a grey mare in a bowtie, fiddling with her mane. She looks over to you and gasps.
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>"Vinyl... really? Him?"
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>"Excited?"
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>"But... I've never... What if I can't hold it in?"
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>"That's why it's fun!"
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>The mare blushes. Vinyl turns to you with an evil grin.
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>"OK, we've only got a few minutes before showtime. Drop your pants."
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"Uh, what?"
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>"Vinyl! You didn't even tell him?"
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>"I'm telling him now, Tavi, chill."
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>"I'm so sorry about her, this isn't what we discussed..."
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>"I said chill. Now, you. Take your cock out already."
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>A part of you wants to ask questions. That part is immediately outvoted by the rest of you that wants to see wherever the fuck this is headed.
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>You slowly pull your pants down, followed by your underwear. Tavi watches your crotch all the while, her blush filling her entire face.
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>Vinyl gives her a tiny kiss on her cheek.
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>"Now be a good pet. Or no orgasms for a month."
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>Tavi shudders. Vinyl smiles sadistically, and slowly extends her tongue. She licks Tavi from the base of her neck up to the tip of her ear, leaving a line of damp, messy fur that's obviously out of place with the rest of her well-groomed coat.
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>The show makes you start to harden. You watch in stunned silence as Tavi walks right in front of your half-chub. Her eyes flick up to meet yours in a cute and fully submissive stare.
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>"I... hope you enjoy this... Sir."
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>Without breaking eye contact, she swallows your cock.
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>Her eyes widen in surprise, and you hear her start to gag.
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>But she doesn't release you. A couple deep breaths, and she starts to move.
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>She's slow and hesitant, but clearly skilled.
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>Her tongue doesn't stop twisting around you. Her head alternates between moving back and forward and side to side. Her plush lips softly stroke your shaft, then the soft insides of her cheeks rub your tip.
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>Vinyl mounts her from behind, then rests her full weight on Tavi's back, all four hooves off the ground. The submissive mare groans with the weight, but doesn't stop her slow rhythm.
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>"You're actually sucking an alien's cock right now, Tavi. Celestia, that's so gross."
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>Tavi's low whine of shame just adds to your pleasure.
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>"I don't know what would be worse. Are you doing this just because your sick freak of a marefriend told you to do it? Or are you actually getting off on being the cumdump of a weird monkey thing? Oh. No offense, dude."
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"None taken."
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>"You hear that, Tavi? He's still talking normally. Which means you must not being doing a very good job."
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>She suddenly grabs Tavi's head with her forehooves and starts to pump her head up and down.
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>Tavi's eyes bulge. You're hitting her throat now, at an intense speed.
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>You can see her legs start to buckle, and she's groaning in discomfort. But her tongue still hasn't stopped its incessant licking.
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>"What do you think, dude? Is she giving it her all? Don't be shy, she's a big mare, she can take criticism."
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"I think... *hah* she's... really... amazing."
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>Vinyl laughs.
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>"Now that's more like it, Tavi! If you're gonna be a slutty disgusting cheating race-betraying used goods fake lesbian little cumdump whore, you should at least do the job well!"
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>Tavi's mouth tightens around your cock.
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>"I'm oh so very very sorry Mr. Alien, Sir." Vinyl looks at you with an exaggerated pout. "I really didn't mean for this to happen. My marefriend is just such a turboslut you see, she really can't help herself. She calls herself a lesbian, but she really loves to choke on big dicks, isn't that right, sweetie?"
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>Tavi's eyes scrunch up. You notice that Vinyl isn't holding her head anymore, but her pace is still increasing.
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>"You can punish her if you want, Sir. Just grab her head and rape her throat. She deserves it for being such a filthy slut, don't you agree?"
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>Suddenly the fake puppydog eyes vanish, and Vinyl gives you that scary grin again.
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>"Just make sure that you come in her mouth, not down her throat. I don't want any of it going to waste."
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>Vinyl looks flushed, and you notice that she's slowly humping Tavi's rear end.
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>Tavi looks up at you with a mixture of fear and lust.
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>You lovingly caress her cheek, before gripping the sides of her head and thrusting into her.
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>"YES! Yes yes yes... use that whore... put her in her place. Make her submit."
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>Vinyl starts grinding with renewed ferocity. As she gazes at your cock plunging in and out of Tavi's mouth, she gets a dopey expression on her face, and a bit of drool starts to pour from her mouth.
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>Tavi has not let your violent treatment of her affect her poise in the slightest. Your dick is still in a perfect hole, the various surfaces of her mouth and throat remaining tight for you, without the hint of teeth.
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>You're extremely close. Heeding Vinyl's wishes, you pull out most the way, and let Tavi's tight lips finish you off.
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>It's all you can do to remain standing.
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>Tavi works your tip with her tongue, teasing out every last drop.
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>When she's satisfied you're dry, she releases you. You sink to your knees, breathing heavily.
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>"Now don't you dare. Swallow. A. Drop."
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>Vinyl hisses in Tavi's ear. She slides off the abused mare, revealing the bright shine of marecum all over her plump butt.
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>Grabbing Tavi's perfectly brushed tail, she uses it as a dirty rag to wipe her crotch clean before coming face to face with her sub.
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>"Open."
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>Tavi obeys, revealing a sea of your cum still inside her mouth.
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>Vinyl spits, a large gob of saliva splattering against the cum.
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>"Don't swallow. I want to see all of it after the show."
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>Tavi nods obediently. Vinyl turns to you.
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>"Hey, awesome job there, dude. Good size, great stamina, technique could use a little work maybe, but overall an excellent performance. We'll definitely be using you again. You cool with that?"
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"Uh... yeah."
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>"Cool. You should put your pants back on now though, we gotta get to our seats."
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>As soon as you're decent, Vinyl drags you back through the backstage maze.
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>You take your seats in a private balcony. Vinyl must have paid through the nose for it. Every pony here looks to be wearing extremely expensive clothing.
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>Enthusiastic applause accompanies the arrival of the performers. Four impeccably dressed ponies holding their snooty noses in the air... and Tavi.
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>She's not dripping with marecum anymore, but her coat and tail are slightly disheveled.
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>Her bowtie isn't straight either, and it looks way too loose.
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>Her expression and posture is almost the same as the others, but you notice a red tinge to her face, tension in her jaw, and a slight fear in her eyes.
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>The performers take their places, and begin the show.
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>The music is incredible. Each performer is clearly exceptionally skilled, and complement each other flawlessly.
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>You're not sure if other ponies notice the slight imperfections in Tavi's appearance.
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>Or if they spot those rare moments where it looks like she's swirling something around her mouth.
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>This is usually followed by a quick wince of disgust, but more than once her eyes roll back as if in ecstasy.
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>You can't help but start to get hard again knowing her secret.
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>Vinyl stares at the poor mare with unbridled affection in her eyes, sighing with loving passion whenever Tavi's poise begins to falter.
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>You can see she's grinding her thighs together.
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>Eventually Tavi sneaks a glance up at you both.
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>Vinyl cheerfully waves, before exaggeratedly licking her lips in a cartoonish parody of seduction.
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>Tavi's face goes completely red. Her lips tremble, and for a moment you're sure she's going to spew your load all over the front row.
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>But she pulls herself together, and closes her eyes.
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>"Aw, she's trying to distract herself with her music."
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>Vinyl giggles in an uncharacteristically bubbly way.
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>"The taste must be driving her insane. It's just so cute."
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>She's basically hanging over the balcony edge at this point. You can smell her musk.
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>Eventually the song ends, and the performers stand up.
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>You join in the applause. Vinyl whistles and stamps her hooves.
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"Wow, that was... really, a great show. Thanks a lot for the ticket... and, well..."
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>You rub your neck awkwardly.
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>"Oh, this is just the intermission, you know. She's still got another hour of torment left."
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>Vinyl shoots you her evil grin.
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>"I just can't wait for her big solo."
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END maybe. I kinda want to continue this but it would be a subAnon and idk if that's right for this thread.
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>It's peaceful in Ponyville, unfortunately for everyone…Rarity is horny.
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>Rarity and beauty, Beauty and rarity. Was there any doubt it was meant to be?
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>The most extravagant clothes, the finest china, the perfect makeup to accentuate her perfect face.
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>But lately Rarities has begun to crave a new sort of beauty.
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>And it's been seriously messing with her mood.
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>Like an estrus cycle but worse, a heat in her loins that makes her fuck the pillows in her luxury bed at night.
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>A burning in her heart she just can't satisfy.
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>Perhaps it's all the time she's been spending with her (relatively) new friends, but she's begun to understand the beauty of companionship, the beauty of being flanked by beautiful friends...by beautiful women.
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>She starts to desire, then crave something most inappropriate
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>She wants own a beautiful mare of her own.
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>Octavia is in many ways is the perfect target. Demure, sensitive, a musician and of course, attractive in all the subtle ways that would only highlight, but never distract from, Rarities own charms.
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>In other words, the perfect Accessory to own and the perfect potential...Not slave, that would be far to gouache a word. Perhaps indentured servants fit better.
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>Earth ponies were particularly easy to manipulate for a unicorn, not that she had an experience with such dishonest practices.
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>Not yet anyway.
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...
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>Finding her prey wasn't hard. High society tended to draw the same ponies together again and again…Not that she'd been invited to many high society functions recently.
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>Her first move would simply be to make contact with the mare…her mare
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>Like a shark smelling blood in the water, rarity would home in on the sound of cello echoing over the exotically dressed party goers.
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>Such a beautiful sound, so worthy of belonging to her
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>Like a songbird, it was only natural she should want to cage it, to keep it for herself…right?
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>The songbird in question must have been a mare, her drab grey plumage being the perfect compliment to Rarities own striking white.
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>Rarity is enraptured, committing every detail of the soon to be hers Octavia that she can to memory.
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>From The poor unwitting Octavias perspective, rarity has been staring unblinking for several minutes as she performs. It's Very off putting.
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>There had been Rumors spreading recently…about the white one.
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>About how she'd been caught ogling mares in the streets, about how sometimes every so often a unicorn would go off the deep end and start using their powers for…Inappropriate acts.
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>Octavia shuddered, willing her break to come less quickly as she finished her set.
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>Time marches forward and she's forced to leave the stage eventually.
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>And rarities waiting
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…
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>Out back behind the function is a secluded spot where young fillies might meet up to make out in secret.
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>Octavia has the impression she's forgetting something, but she also has the impression of a tongue in her mouth.
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>It had really been too easy, rarity pondered as she ran her tongue over Octavias soft lips.
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> Pretend to be faint and dramatically swoon after Octavias initial rejection of her offer for a drink
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>(the nerve! Such impudence would have to be trained out of her in the coming days),
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>and then apply the slightest bit of pressure to her mind once they were away from prying eyes.
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>She hadn't tried this sort of abuse of her powers before, but it was easier than she thought. Perhaps her dear little Octavia was just particularly susceptible to influence. Perhaps she was naturally inclined to be servile, or perhaps she was just a little stupid.
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>That's certainly what her vacant expression as she drooled with lust and arousal seemed to imply.
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>Whatever the case, she'd be much safer under her charge.
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>"Wait, stop…this isn't right…" Octavia lets out a soft, almost whispered protest between soft passionate kisses.
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>Rarity clucks her tongue. It must be wearing off already. She was aware it could take multiple treatments to wear a pony down.
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>But she didn't want to stop yet. She wanted to utterly consume the gray mare before her.
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>With a sigh she leans in and whispers in Octavias ear.
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>"No darling, this is right, this is safe, this is correct. Can you tell me why?"
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>Why, why would these disgusting, unsavory acts be ok?
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>"because…we're dating?" Octavias words are almost childlike in their innocence.
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>She feels like she's responding from a deep fog.
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>"That's right dear, very good! You and I are dating! And do you know when our next date is my darling songbird?"
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>"...Tomorrow. At your shop." The response comes almost automatically.
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>Rarity leans in and nips Octavias ear. "Very good darling. That way we can be alone together."
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>A deep and fearful part of Octavia shudders at the implications of that.
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>And you remember what to call me right darling?
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>...Miss rarity…" Octavia intones
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>"That's right, I'm Miss rarity, and you're my songbird. We're dating, and we're going to rendezvous tomorrow at my store. Such a good girl, such a smart girl you deserve a parting gift."
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>Octavia squirms feeling both disgusted and elated by the unicorn's compliments creeping into her mind, smothering the alarm bells there.
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>As she does, Rarity circles around and gently, tenderly lays a kiss on the gray mares now dripping sex.
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>Lightning rushes through Octavia as pleasure fills her mind, causing her to let out an squealing moan.
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>Hmhm, that should do it, rarity giggles to herself. With just a few subconscious commands( and a little pleasure to reinforce it) she'd be her plaything. And after tomorrow, so much more.
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>With a flick of her tail she leaves the gray mare shaking, barely able to stand behind the ball venue.
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>"Don't forget dear. Tomorrow. don't keep me waiting…"
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by grapenut