The ice barrel.
>Your mind races for an escape as your loins ache from [reacted because sfw channel]
>Lungs screaming out for oxygen as you try to wriggle out from the powerful weight pinning you to the barrel and forcing your face into the ice cold water
>You're starting to give out darkness creeping into the corners of your eyes as your heart beats with the force of a marching legion
>It isn't working
>You begin to slip into the blackness thats now consuming your vision
>As your lungs betray you forcing themselves full of the ice cold water you try to cough it back out only to be met with more water
>It all goes black
>You wake up in a blanket the black limb of your master can just be seen in the corner of your vision
"I warned you that more insolence would result in punishment, do it again and I'll make sure its twice as distressing"
>The only thing you can muster is a small nod

Debtors contract.
    >Be anon
    >You're hopelessly in debt after a venture gone bad
    >The banks are about to foreclose and even then you'll still be in debt
    >Read a newspaper, an advert offering freedom from all financial duties
    >Oddly simple, only an address in the old rundown industrial part of town
    >fuckit.mp4
    >That night you go up to the door of the stated address
    >It opens just as you raise your hand to knock on it
    >Nobody is in sight but you walk through the old door into a pleasant yellowy-beige room with some seats and a selection of magazines
    >After waiting for what you assumed to be around half an hour a woman comes into the room bearing a clipboard
    "You're anon yes? Please follow me"
    >Her voice is with a thick eastern European accent
    >You get up and follow her down a tight corridor until you reach a desk with a battered wooden seat on your side
    >A middle aged man sits at the desk, dressed in a old 1980's looking suit
    "Hello Anon, we've been expecting you. Please read this paperwork before we proceed and sign on the line when you're ready"
    >The piece of paper affixed to a clipboard is a contract, essentially offering you freedom from all your debts if you.... sign yourselves over to these people to be sold as a pet?
    >You're not sure what this means exactly but the only other option is an inevitable noose around your neck
    >You sign your name onto the form and hand it back to the man
    >He smiles at you and gives a slight knod to someone behind you, who before you can turn to see who it is you feel the sharp sting of a needle entering your neck as your vision fades to black
    >You awake feeling groggy, your body feeling odd
    >As you open your eyes you notice a green hoof sprawled out infront of you
    >You try to scramble away only to trip over yourself as you realise the hoof is coming with you, its attached to you.

'Tia's devilish plan
    >Be Celestia
    >Saved humans from their own destruction via conversion
    >The newfoals don't quite fit in while smiles are plastered on their faces they obey any order that directly or indirectly originates from you
    >They're also unphased by violence, a fact proven by a legion of them defending a town against timberwolves together with countless bar fights every friday
    >Idea.webm
    >Massive recruitment campaign started for the Royal Guard calling upon newfoals to join their ranks
    >Form well drilled shock regiments and use the newfoals engineering knowledge to start ordinance development
    >Within a few years Equestria wields an industrial army with all the bells and whistles
    >Soon the entire planet shalt bow before your grace