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>What is this thread about?
This thread revolves around stories about ponies being enslaved.

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

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Bedfillies are better than bedmares
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you have good taste. i want to teach her how to shitpost
Spoon is superior bedfilly.
Unfortunately his master chained her and made her live in the yard as if she were a dog without being able to bathe and among his filth
>can be a really happy bedfilly and future lovely wife
>literally walking garbage got her instead
This isn't fair
The slavery not fair kemosabi
>really happy bedfilly and future lovely wife
>as a slave, brought to an alien planet in chains and sold to her “”husband”” for cash
This isn’t fair, or realistic. Guinea pig guy raised a similar issue on the last thread.
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I really should get back to writing more about Blocky. I'd think she's who some of you guys have more attachment to. Until then, well, here's another drawing.

Stella Cherry and Cherry Sweetheart are twins who seem to be taking well to their newfound enslavement. Maybe their master is kind, because each day they wait for him to come home with eagerness. Either that or they've been fully integrated into the slave life. Who knows?

(Also they're British because their creator is British).
>British twins
>Eager to please
>Waiting for Master each day in lewd outfits
Be still, my throbbing dick...
Vega when? (both)
We might have seen the last of foalnapper Vega, but I sure hope OUR Vega is alive and well! It’s been a while...
The purple one has poor self control and her owner isn't much better.
>pic related
Time to nerf his favorite as punishment
Good girl example
Does Alcor know about our thread? It might be up his alley.
>cumming inside mouth
This is dangerous, the pegasus would get addicted to the taste of her master
>Starlight has become more accepted than Nyx
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Ah yes, the superior race.
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If Pegasi are good girls and unicorns are literal shit, what about Earth ponies?
>”Hello, can I help you with something?”
>The contrast between the salesman's words and his gruff voice penetrated into Celestia's dream.
>”I'm looking for some muscle to help me at work. Do you have anyone big and strong for sale?”
>The other voice was neutral.
>It belonged to a male human.
>That was all she could tell.
>”Yeah. They got us a new earth pony stallion the other day. I'll show you.”
>Thick steel bars were the first thing Celestia saw as she cracked open her eyes.
>Beyond the bars was the employee break room with its dirty microwave, sputtering coffee machine, and threadbare sofa.
>”This one? He looks good but I'm searching for a strong pony, not a pretty pony.”
>A dull pain radiated from her shoulders and hindquarters.
>Those parts pressed against the bars of her cage despite how she'd tried to curled up.
>At least she fit under the patched and scratchy blanket she had.
>”Uh, well... There's another one. They said she's strong but her record is... bad. She's in the back room. Follow me.”
>They were coming to see her?
>That meant a chance they'd let her out of the cage.
>Then she'd get to stretch the worst pain out of her muscles.

>The door swung open and two men strode in.
>The first was the thick, burly and strong-jawed shopkeeper, and the second was someone Celestia had never seen before.
>He had an average build, was of average height, had a face that said nothing to her, and wore clothes that didn't stand out.
>”Well she's big, all right. Looks delicate, though.”
>She tried to meet his eyes.
>He was only interested in her hooves, and studied her like she was a piece of furniture.
>Her hooves, and her flank.
>Hey, my eyes are up here.
>Is what she wanted to say.
>Or just anything, to make them treat her like a living being.
>”Do you want a better look? I can let her out for a while.”
>But she'd learned that loose lips led to punishment, so she pretended not to notice how he stole glances of how her butt was squished against the bars.
>For a second, her collar felt like it was made of solid lead.
>They'd shock her if she said something.
>Or maybe they just wouldn't let her on her daily walk?
>”Can you show me her papers first? I'm not paying any extra for the horn and wings combo, nor for the fancy mane, and you said she has a bad past. Let's have a look at that first.”
>”Oh, yeah. I'll go get them. Just a minute.”
>The burly salesman patted his pockets before rushing out of the room.

>”That cage is too small for you.”
>He looked at the sofa, gave it a try with his hand, then sat on it.
>It creaked as he put his weight on it.
>”It's no good for your spine. Do they ever let you out?”
>He met her eyes this time.
>His brow furrowed as he rubbed the stubble on his chin.
“Yes. Every day. I heard them talk about ordering a bigger cage, but it'll take a while before it gets here.”
>”How long have you been here?”
“Four days, I think. They've let me out for 'a daily walk' four times now.”
>The door swung open again.
>”They weren't where I thought they were. Sorry for the delay.”

>”Age: Unknown, Past: Classified, Training: Classified.”
>Celestia's potential new owner tapped a finger on the stack of papers he'd got.
>”That's a lot of red flags right there. Makes me feel like you're hiding something.”
>The alicorn squeezed into one corner of her cage the best she could.
>She stretched a rear hoof towards the opposite corner.
>Age: over 1000, Past: Ruler of Equestria, Training: shown that misbehaving results in having to watch other ponies get beaten.
>They were afraid other ponies would rally around her if they kept her in the same room.
>Or so she'd heard.

>”I said she has a bad past. That's why she's so cheap.”
>Celestia switched hooves and stretched her other rear hoof.
>The ache in her hindquarters started to fade.
>”Hm. She's cheap, all right. Makes me think there's something wrong with her. But...”
>There wasn't anything she could do about her shoulders.
>Not while locked in her cage.
>”...I'll take her. On one condition: full refund if I return her in seven days.”
>Her head and her ears perked up.
>And that made her horn knock on the ceiling of the cage.
>She saw nothing but rippling colors for a second.
>A sharp pain radiated from her horn, specifically from the ring on it.


>”I know how to set up her collar so just hand me the keys and the remote. I'm supposed to open shop in 45 minutes and 30 of those will be driving.”
>She was on a leash.
>Like a dog.
>”Uh, okay. Just remember that letting her outside without a collar is illegal. Have a nice day and enjoy your purchase!”
>Not only that.
>Every pony in the store was watching her.
>They all recognized her.
>They all thought her being there meant Equestria had fallen.
>She couldn't tell them that Equestria – a little more than half of it, at least – was safe and mostly untouched.
>All thanks to her and Luna.


>The van's front seat was uncomfortable.
>Her tail squished into the gap between the backrest and the part she sat on.
>The seat belt strapped her hooves in place.
>Her horn kept hitting the vehicle's ceiling.
>At least it was padded so the blocker ring didn’t go crazy.
>”Your name's Celestia, right?”
>The human threw a glance at her before returning his eyes to the road.
>”Well, Celestia, why are both your past and training classified? Did you do something stupid?”
>She shifted a bit on her seat, trying to get her tail out of the hole.
“I lived in Canterlot and worked in the castle. I guess they thought somepony could recognize me and remember their rulers.”
>The seat belt held her in place.
>Her attempt failed, but her tail slid to a slightly less uncomfortable position.
“My 'training' was some sort of experiment, they had me lie in a machine that only buzzed and beeped as far as I could tell.”
>They'd tried to find the source of her magic and why the horn ring only blocked the unicorn parts of it.
>From what she knew, they failed.
>They never said so, of course, but that'd explain why she was sold.

>”A high ranking government pony who's had some sort of experiments ran on her?”
>Celestia's new owner nodded his head.
>”I guess I'll just believe you. For now.”
>He stuck out a hand towards her.
>“I'm Anon. You'll be working for me from now on.”
>She managed to slip a hoof out and stick it in his hand.
>He gripped it firmly and shook it before returning his hand to the steering wheel.
>”I'll try to be a fair owner, but know that I work hard and will expect the same from you.”
“I hope you don't expect me to do anything that requires precision.”
>She glanced at her horn and the thick metallic ring on it.
“I've used magic for that all my life and now it's gone.”
>”Hah! No, I sell car parts and bought you to do the heavy lifting. You're going to carry the parts from my storage to the customers. You're also going to keep the shop open while I search scrapyards for more parts. Then you're going to...”


>”Here we are.”
>The seatbelts' locks clicked as both Anon and Celestia pushed the release buttons.
>”I'll show you around real fast, then it's time to show you the ropes. I hope you're a fast learner.”
>Celestia wedged her hoof between the handle and the door.
>It was just enough, and the door swung open.
>She swished her tail back and forth as soon as her hooves hit the parking lot's pavement.
>Finally free of the tail trap.
“I'm more of a teacher, but Starswirl did call me gifted back when I was his student.”
>She glanced up at the blue sky and the gray clouds rolling overhead.
>It'd been far too long since she'd had a chance to fly.
>So long the massive flight muscles on her back twitched for action.
>”My system isn't exactly complex. I'm sure you'll get it in no time.”

>”We got about 20 minutes. Do you need to eat something, or can we get right into it?”
>The lock rattled and clicked.
>He pulled the door open.
>Celestia stared at him for a split-second as her brain processed his words.
“Uh, no thank you. I already had breakfast.”
>”Did I say something I shouldn't have?”
>Anon arched a brow at her.
“It's been so long since anyone has asked what I want that I forgot what to do. That's all.”
>”Okay then.”
>Anon shrugged.
>”You just look a bit bony.”
>He cast one more glance at her and how her ribs were visible through her coat.
“My previous owners insisted everyone gets an equal share, despite me never seeing another pony in that place. The shop fed us based on weight, though, so I'm fine.”

>”Here's the kitchen. The tap water's good to drink, so don't go thirsty.”
>Celestia peeked into the room and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
>Fridge, oven and stove, cupboards, table, chairs.
>And a folded newspaper on the table.
“Mind if I take a look at that?”
>She nodded at the paper.
“I haven't got the slightest clue about what's been going on while I was experimented on.”
>”I guess you can.”
>Anon shrugged.
>”Come downstairs in five minutes. I'll show you why I bought you.”

>Celestia trotted closer to take a look at the front page – something she hadn't had a chance to do since her capture a few months ago.
>Some local politician opposed the building of a new swimming hall, some team won in a sport she'd never heard of, and moderate wind and light rain was to be expected.
>Nothing out of the ordinary, in other words.
>It was dated-
>The date.
>She'd been captured in November.
>And kept captive for a month or two at most – she had lost track of time – but nine months?


>”Celestia! Get down here!”
>Anon's shout carried from downstairs.
>Just as she'd found a comfortable position on his sofa.
>She hoofed the remote next to her to turn off the TV before hopping off the couch.
>Her hooves clattered on the bare concrete stairs, filling the ascetic stairwell with their noise.
>Downstairs, where the shop was, was just as dull and no frills, only filled with parts and gizmos she knew little of.
>Just that they made cars go.
>But upstairs was completely different.
>That was where Anon lived.
>It was warm and cozy, if a little cluttered.
>His apartment had a bathroom, kitchen, and two bedrooms.
>One was his, the other now hers.
>Her room was full of stuff, ranging from old TV's to ventilation pipes, but she wasn't about to complain.
>She had a soft mattress, a warm blanket, a proper pillow, and she could go to the bathroom whenever she wanted.

“What did you need me for?”
>Anon stood behind the register, tapping at its screen.
>An old female human stood on the other side of the counter.
>”She needs a new cylinder for her Honda.”
>Tap tap tap.
>”Item 196. Go get one.”
>Anon made a shooing motion with his hand while the old woman stared at her mane.
>Celestia squeezed past her owner and pushed open a door with a “Staff Only” sign on it.
>She pretended not to notice how he glanced her way.
>She pretended not to notice how his eyes fixed on her hindquarters for a bit too long.
>He'd owned her for three days now and kept looking at her like that.
>He hadn't acted on his desires yet.
>But it was a question of when, not if.
>It was something she'd have to accept.
>Or even push for.
>She had no desire for him, but it could help her secure a more comfortable life.

>The bare concrete floor amplified her hoofsteps as she trotted down a hallway between two rows of shelves spanning the entire height of the room.
>The storeroom stank of oil, engine degreaser, and dust.
>180... 183... 185...
>She kept track of the tiny number plates on the shelves as she passed by.
>190... 193... There.
>She pinned the part that looked like a carpenter's mallet, made of metal, between her barrel and wing.
>If only she could levitate it.
>If only she could feel the magic flow through her horn.
>It felt like the part of her mind used for magic was locked in tiny cage.
>Just like she was, until three days ago.

“Here you go.”
>She let the part clunk on the counter.
>”About time. Are you always this slow?”
>”Thanks, Celestia. No, she's just new and barely knows her way around. I only got her the other day. Credit or debit?”
>Anon had a salesman's smile, and his eyes didn't leave his customer's face.
>He reached out behind himself, towards Celestia.
>She ducked out of his hand's path and watched it pat at air.
>He was her owner.
>Not someone she had to like.

>It had been so long since somepony had touched her.
>She had a burning desire to feel a friendly touch.
>She stuck her head under his hand.
>Five fingers pressed into her scalp.
>Five soft and warm fingers made short back and forth motions.
>Waves of relaxation rippled outwards, spreading to her entire body.
>His hand stayed on her head as she leaned in and pressed her head on his side.
>His overalls were made of rough cloth and were stained with oil, but his warmth flowed through them.

>The bell attached to the shop's door drew Celestia back to reality.
>She froze in place.
>She realized she'd pressed her muzzle into the soft spot between Anon's hip and ribs.
>His hand had moved to scritch her ears.
>”You remind me of my mother’s dog. He was huge but loved pets and cuddles more than anything.”
>What'd she done?
>”Just try not to do it in front of a customer, okay?”
>Had she truly sunk low enough to throw herself at even the tiniest bit of affection?
“I'm sorry. I won't do it again. It's just...”
>Her flank bumped into a wall as she backed off.
>”It's fine. Just save it for when it's quiet.”
>He ran his hand over her ears and down the back of her neck.
>”I trust I can leave you alone for a few hours. You still haven't cleaned the parts I got yesterday, have you?”
>It's just that she missed Luna, Twilight, and the others.
>The ponies who were her friends.


>Celestia squeezed a droplet of oil onto a spot of rust on the part she was cleaning.
>She held the oil bottle between her hooves, with the part on the floor.
>If only she had her magic.
>She let the rust dissolve for a moment, then scooped up a piece of steel wool and rubbed the spot.
>It got smaller, but didn't disappear.
>Oil. Wait. Rub.
>Just a tiny speck remained.
>Oil. Wait. Rub.
>She lifted the part with her hooves and let light gleam off the spot.
>Like new.
>Anon would be happy.
>And making others happy, even if it was her human owner, made Celestia happy.

To be continued?
Story name not final. It just means that this won't be another 72k word story with a 8k side story.

It is a wordy beginning and not much happens, and I wasn't sure if it'd be worth posting. Did a little trimming here and there that should've helped somewhat. Do tell me what you think, and whether it's worth continuing.
I dig it.
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>Story name not final.
But you name it already and finished this before for some old discord contest

"Stained White"

Copy in case of deleting to damage control

Why are you doing this again?
Why would I want to delete any of that? I'm not ashamed to admit I'm salvaging the usable parts of something else I've written. Am I not allowed to use my own writing in whatever way I want?
You're allowed to do whatever you like. But realize people who follow you will know your shit.
I'm just a little disappointed, pretending that your previous attempt for that discord shitpost(one of the source that we lost a lot of peoples here) don't exist is kinda fucked up.
>that mechanic-anon short is getting a proper version
Good, I liked that opening but it wasn't long enough to tell a real story.
>aloe&lotus fic deleted
What a fucking shame, that one was really good
>being this butthurt about a contest that never got off the ground
>so mad that months later youre convinced that it made people abandon the thread
stay assravaged, its pretty funny
He ragequit life for a couple weeks, was going through a lot of rough stuff. Emptied his whole bin and dropped the discord. Next time I see him I'll ask if he's going to put it all back. If not I have backups of everything.
>and dropped the discord
Who norlf? He's in discord right now.
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Let's not do anything extreme...


Quit giving away my secrets! I'll have you know I already hit my league goals
>He's in discord right now.
Which means only bad shit is happening to his green.
>>being this butthurt about a contest that never got off the ground
Not him but there's a reason for that, it started off on a incest fic, kinda wrote it's own death certificate at that point. You want a writing contest you start off easy, move to a character requirment, then some other shit, but you minds well just commission a story if you want a fetish.
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The fake ones sound better to be honest
Wish it was more popular. We got some decent smut from it but before ten of the twelve participants bailed there was a bit of brainstorming themes for the next couple contests and some really good ideas came up. Including one I'm hoping to dump soon
I like it. Your last one never really caught me, especially from the confusing beginning. This first chapter is much more approachable, even though it raises plenty of questions. I really sympathize with your Celly, I'm sure Anon will trust her enough to loosen the horn ring soon enough, and then the story will really get going. How can Celly be worthy of that trust, and still stay true to her old responsibilities for all her little ponies? The conflicts could be really interesting here. In the meantime, scrubbing dirty old engine parts will not have done her white coat any good: BATH TIEM.
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> Your news comes as a shock to all your roommates. Iskra in particular doesn't seem to want to let you go as she sniffles with her face pressed against your neck.
"Hush, sweetie. It's just an assignment. A little earlier than I expected, but just two years."
> The pegasus manages to unstick her muzzle long enough to give you a sorrowful look. "Yes, but by then I'll be on *my* assignment and so will the others."
> Her wailing is really starting to affect everyone.
"We'll stay in touch, I promise! Instructor Martha said I can send her letters and she'll pass them on to you."
> The pony squeezing you almost in twain isn't too comforted by the promise at all. You really wish she would stop weeping, or else you might start as well.
> A glance at your other friends tells you they feel the same. Even Amethyst, despite her forced smile.
"This isn't forever, okay? Who knows, maybe I can visit sometimes. And I already promised I'll write," you argue.
> Valentina gathers up her courage and steps closer to pry the crying pegasus off your shoulder. "We know, Rosa. We trust you."
"Besides, this is an amazing opportunity. I'll have two little humans to watch over and Mr. Boone might donate some more money to the School. That way you all get nice things!"
> It sounds hollow, even to your ears, but such is life. You'd always known you'll part from your roommates someday. It's just been bumped up a little.
> This would have been your final year no matter what.
> You decide not to point that out.
> "We're really happy for you," Felicity pipes up with a brave smile on her muzzle. "We all believe in you, right girls?"
> There's a chorus of vaguely affirmative squeaks. You decide to spill the surprise you'd been saving up and lighten the mood.

"Instruct Martha said we can have a going-away party. She'll get us some sweet punch and chips, and she'll let us borrow a few board games from the rec room."
> The news helps a little and your roommates are starting to smile for real now.
> You still haven't told Paolo, but at least that solves your indecision about the colt. Definitely nothing happening with him now.
> So.
> Your first real assignment. True, it's not one you've been expecting, but it's close enough.
> A bit of light housework, which you don't mind, and taking care of two lovely children.
> Just as you start wondering what they'll be like, Amethyst jabs a hoof in your side. "Hey, snap out of it. You belong to us for the next four days, okay?"
> The forceful way she said it makes you smile.
"Okay," you agree.
> "Good. So go get the iPad from the colts and let's watch another movie!"
> It does sound good, except...
"I'd love to, but I have to finish my homework."
> "Subject?" Felicity asks curtly.
> The mare makes her way to the locker beside your bed and opens it.
"What are you doing?"
> She barely glances back. "I'll finish it for you, while you get the movie started. I don't mind missing a bit of it."
> That is completely not the point of homework and you open your muzzle to tell her so, but Valentina blocks your mouth with a hoof. "She's right," she says. "Who cares about homework *now*. Get the movies."
> She also prods the other mare at your side: "Amethyst, you probably have something from the kitchen stashed behind your bed, right?"
> Your head spins around.
"You know? Since when!?"
> "A few days," Valentina answers, blushing a little. "I asked Amethyst why she and you were late Tuesday night."

> Your partner-in-crime doesn't hesitate as she goes to her bed. There's a scrape and a rustle as she moves it aside and brings out a chocolate.
> "I was saving this," she says as she hobbles back on three legs so she can hold the treasure out to you, "but I think now is a good time."
> It's one of those big, milky chocolate bars with hazelnuts. You gape at it for a moment, then look up to Amethyst's face.
> "Will gave it to me," she admits, her normally apricot muzzle going pink.
> They both look at you expectantly and you wonder what they want.
> "Um, the iPad?" Valentina points out.
"Oh! Right! Sorry!" you nearly hoof yourself in the face.
> Even Iskra seems to be cheering up a little as you make your way to the door. It's early enough that the guard hadn't yet come around to check on you, so ponies are still visiting with their friends in other rooms.
> Maybe it would seem a bit strange if whichever human was on duty tonight found you with the colts, but they probably wouldn't make a fuss, other than remind you to be back in your dorm before ten.
"I'll be right back. Let's hope they let me have it tonight..."
> Felicity looks up from the desk. "Tell them it's your last week. They can't say no if it's your last chance."
> It sounds reasonable.

> ~~~~

> "You're what?" Paolo asks in wide-eyed shock.
"I got my assignment. I'm leaving on Monday," you explain again.
> The other colts are also staring at you, but none seem as disappointed as your pegasus friend.
> "B-But you c-can't," Paolo stutters a little. "I was- we were..."
> His words fail him and his ears flop down. He even blushes a little. "I really like you."
> "You can still do it, you know?" Martin points out. "Just hide in the shower. Adonai can stay at the door and listen for the guard."

> Your cheeks now look as red as the wrapper on Amethyst's chocolate. So do Paolo's, for that matter.
> The older colt looks from you to him and back. "What? I thought you were going to do it. Should've done it, anyway."
"B-But it's-" you mumble, then fall back to more certain ground: "It's against the rules."
> All the colts look at you strangely now. Then Martin and Jon start laughing and even Adonai is holding a wing over his muzzle.
> "I'm not *like* that!" Paolo mutters at his roommate angrily. "We were... just friends."
> The loss in his voice is palpable.
> "Hmph," Martin huffs, then steps between you and the miserable pegasus. "Well, his loss," the large colt tells you. "I can still give it to you good. Y'know, a going away present. If that featherbrain pipsqueak doesn't want it."
> Your mouth gapes and you unconsciously shrink away and hunch your shoulders, trying to look small and unattractive. It doesn't quite work and Martin leers a bit at you.
> "Got a cute rump there, I wouldn't mind giving that a go."
"N-NO!" you finally manage.
> The pony shrugs to himself, but doesn't seem too disappointed. "Shame. But suit yourself."
> You nearly rush out of there, but you don't want to face your roommates without the promised movie.
"Can you let me borrow the iPad a few times before I have to go?"
> The insulting colt leans his head on his side and looks at you appraisingly. You just know he'll demand something in return. Something you will be unwilling to give.
> You're just about to sigh and walk away, when Martin speaks up. "Sure."
"You will?!"
> There's an inkling of gratitude working through the mountain of annoyance at his forward manner. You *might* forgive him if he lets you borrow the iPad every night until Monday.

> "You're leaving Monday, right? Bring it back before breakfast."
> You almost can't believe it. This sounds downright decent of-
> "Oh," the colt interrupts your thoughts. "That is if you'd do us all a little favour. Especially my good friend Paolo here."
> With this, Martin grabs his pegasus roommate and pulls him into an unwelcome hug. Poor Paolo is still quite red in the muzzle and won't meet your eyes.
"What?" you ask slowly and cautiously, not wanting to appear as if you're agreeing to anything.
> "Oh, nothing much," the colt says and his muzzle splits into a wide, insolent grin. Even his eyes twinkle as he winks at you. "When you leave, just make sure to... sway a bit."
> He heaves a sigh at having to explain it. "You know, tail up, hips moving, give us a look at what this filly has to offer."
> It's downright shameful and your blush undoubtedly says so. You're not sure if he's asking for it just to see you squirm, or if he might actually get some perverse pleasure from seeing your rump.
> Even his roommates don't seem too comfortable with the idea.
> "Martin, I-" Jon starts, but the leader holds up a hoof and Jon falls silent.
> "Come on, sweetie," he coos gently, "it's not so much to ask, is it? And you can have the charger too, so you and your friends can watch all the movies as much as you want, no?"
> You do *really* want to make your friends happy. It would make for amazing last few days, not to mention that you all have Sunday off so you could see some of your favourite movies again.
> Your ears can't go any lower, but you swallow nervously and let your breath out. Martin's grin widens even before you say it.
> "Splendid!" the pony praises. "Adonai, give her the bag."

> The pegasus is a bit slow to move, but at a glance from his leader the pony goes to a locker and digs through some old notebooks.
> He brings out the iPad and accessories in their bag and takes them over to you.
> Your muzzles touch as you take it from him. He whispers: "Sorry about him," just before you part.
> Nopony else could have heard it.
> "Now your part of the bargain," Martin insists.
> Paolo tries to squirm free, but he can't win against earth pony strength. "Martin, don't-"
> "Hush!" the bully commands. "This is mainly for you, Paolo. It's what you've been clopping to in the bathroom, isn't it?"
> The poor pony only whimpers in embarrassment.
> In fact, you feel so sorry for him that you don't even mind hearing about... what he's been doing.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow, Paolo, okay?" you say, making sure you smile.
> The pegasus just nods.
> Then you take a deep breath and slowly turn around. You glance back where Martin is staring at you hungrily, while the others are modestly averting their muzzles.
> Paolo is squeezing his eyes firmly shut, determined not to look.
> Maybe he is a bit of a gentlecolt, you think. He definitely doesn't deserve a roommate like Martin.
> Still, you made a promise. Face burning so hot that you're afraid it might char the door, you take a step.
> "Tut, tut!" Martin cautions.
> Your ears go down, but you obediently lift your tail up. With the next hoofstep you make sure your rump sways from one side to the other.
> There's no more admonition from behind, so you focus your eyes on the door and try to get through it as quickly as possible.
> Unused to this strange gait, you nearly lose your balance a few times before you reach the doorknob and the safety of the corridor.

> A wave of relief flows through you when you slam the door shut and clamp your tail back down as tightly as it will go. You could almost physically feel Martin's eyes on your... bits.
> It made you feel dirty.
> Nopony had said anything, even while you've half expected Martin to whistle or comment something inappropriate. Maybe the silence was worse. No doubt he was quite enjoying the view.
> Not the others, you don't think. They were all just as embarrassed as you.
> It might be a good thing that you're leaving soon. You're not sure you can look any of those colts in the muzzle after this little show.
> A word forms in your mind and you try to push it down. Slut.
> At the very least you got the iPad on loan for the next few days. Surely that's worth it, isn't it?
> > Its weight is reassuring in your mouth and you quickly make your way to your own room.
> The guard might come to check and ask what you have in the bag. You haven't really thought about this scenario and it now worries you deeply.
> If you say it's some notebooks to help with your homework they shouldn't care too much, but there's always the danger that they might check.
> That would be really bad.
> Luckily you see neither pony nor human on your way and you're quickly back in your room. Only then do you relax.
> "You got it!" Iskra exclaims. "Here! Try this!"
> She rushes over on three legs so she can cram a bit of chocolate in your muzzle. Her wing expertly hooks the bag so you can spit it out just in time.
> Sweet, sugary, chocolate-y goodness fills your mouth, taking away some of the embarrassment you've just been through.
> "You okay?" Amethyst asks. She's always been good at reading you.
"Fine," you answer while chewing.

> Her head leans to the side as she doesn't quite believe it. "Okay, if you say so."
> She'll undoubtedly drill you about it later. Your only hope is that she'll like the movie and forget about her question.
"Here, set this up? I'll just grab a quick shower."
> You showered only this morning, but for some reason you really want one now.
> Maybe hot water will make you forget, and if that won't work, chocolate and movies might.
> Worth a try.

> ~~~~

> You catch up to Paolo in the park, just after lunch. You can't keep your ears up, partly because of the embarrassment and partly because it's already Saturday afternoon and you hadn't had a chance to speak with the colt yet.
> The pony looks at you listlessly. "Hey," he replies, eyes and voice downcast. After a moment he glances back at you with a small blush. "Um, sorry about Martin. He thought he was being funny."
"Forget it," you tell him.
> "I swear I wasn't-" the colt begins, twirling around so he blocks your path. "I wouldn't... do what he said. You know. Thinking about you."
> He doesn't have to spell it out and you give him a quick hug, mainly to stop him from saying it.
"Don't worry. I don't mind."
> It came as a bit of a shock, but the thought of Paolo finding you so attractive he had to 'handle' it by himself in the bathroom was at the same time cute and strangely warming.
> Besides, you probably won't see him again after tomorrow, so there's that.
> "Rosa, I-"
> You squeeze him harder.
> When you pull back, he has tears in his eyes.
> "I really like you," he says, looking down at his hooves.
"I know. I like you too."
> He heaves a sigh and sits, right down on the pavement. "D'you think- if- if you didn't have to leave, we could... we might..."
> You touch your nose to his.

"I don't know. Maybe. You know the rules."
> True, you've been considering breaking it off with him just to play it safe, but now you're starting to think you'd have let it happen. Slowly, carefully, but yes.
> It turns your cheeks nice and pink.
"Sorry it happened this way," you try to get the dialogue back to the right track. "This is a huge opportunity for me - and for the School!"
> Again he sighs. "Yeah, I know. I wish..."
> He doesn't finish, but you know what he wanted to say.
"Yeah, me too."
> The colt sniffles and turns his tear-filled eyes on you. It nearly breaks your silly little heart. "D'you think- maybe," he asks, hesitantly, "we'll see each other again? S-Someday?"
> It takes effort to keep your smile, but you make sure you do.
"I hope so. Maybe it'll be a different place. Maybe we can... get to know each other better."
> "It's not fair, you know," Paolo grumbles, his shoulders sagging so much that his wing feathers are starting to drag on the ground.
> He might go full waterworks, so you hug and nuzzle him to distract the pony from his thoughts.
"I know, but it's not so bad. At least- nothing happened."
> You don't think you could have stood it if there had been a romance between you and Paolo, which this news would break up so suddenly and prematurely.
> Maybe it was a piece of luck neither of you moved faster.
> "Yeah, I know," the pegasus agrees, sighing against your neck. His breath is incredibly warm.
> You don't know why, but you pull your face away, only a little, so you can catch his lips.
> It's not a perfect kiss. Probably not even a good one, since you don't know what you're doing really. It's just a kiss.
> It lasts a few seconds and then you withdraw. Belatedly you realize you're out in the open and glance around hurriedly.

> No one around, thank god.
> That could have been a bad mistake.
> At least it had been worth it. Paolo is left with his eyes closed and an almost-smile on his muzzle.
"Something to remember me by, okay? Who knows, maybe we'll come back from assignments at the same time."
> The colt opens his eyes and you can't help noticing what a lovely shade of violet they are.
> You have to glance away before you get lost.
> "M-Maybe," he agrees, tentatively.
"If I do a good job on this, Mrs. Gaeta says I can pick my next appointment. I'll ask her when yours ends and if she can find me one that ends around the same time. Then we'll get a couple of weeks, okay?"
> Your optimistic tone is working and the pegasus is now really smiling, even if it is a sad smile. "Okay."
"And who knows, if we both do well, we might get into the breeding program. You know they let you choose your first, right?"
> His ears go all flat. You're not sure if it's from embarrassment or something else, but Paolo turns away. "I d-dunno about that," he mutters.
"Well, they do. So- you know. Something to look forward to."
> "Y-Yeah," he says in a husky, scratchy voice.
"Are you okay?"
> "Fine."
> You swear you'll never understand colts and their bouncy, rapidly-changing emotions. You give Paolo a quick hug from behind.
"Anyway, we're allowed to have a small going-away party tomorrow. I'll ask Instructor Martha if you can come, too."
> "Okay. Thanks."
> Lacking any other response, you give Paolo's neck a nuzzle, then pat his shoulder.
"Good luck, Paolo. I'll come say bye tomorrow if Martha says no."
> It would mean facing Martin and the other colts, but you'd brave that for a proper goodbye.
> Your sneaky mind supplies the word 'kiss' after 'goodbye' and you blush. It's a good thing Paolo isn't looking.

> "Yeah. Bye."
> He's acting a little strange, but maybe he's just trying hard not to cry in front of you. You should go before you make it harder than it needs to be.
> You slowly turn around and go back to the dorm building, mind already returning to where it was before you met Paolo on the way.
> Amethyst has gotten her kitchen-friend Will to give her a few more movies. Something appropriate for a goodbye.
> She said they were about a dog called 'Lassie'. You're kinda looking forward to them, to tell the truth.
> What little Will had shared with your friend sounded very moving.
> As you trot you start to hum a little melody to yourself. You usually don't notice it, and when you do you can't remember where you heard it.
> It's just something you'd always hummed when you were particularly happy, or particularly sad.
> Maybe it was from TV or something - the few School-approved programs you were allowed to watch.
> Probably a commercial - those usually had catchy tunes.
> You put it out of your mind, but you keep humming it as you walk, nodding to both ponies and humans you meet along the way.
> Most of them wave back or smile. By now they'd all heard about your amazing opportunity and are happy for the chance you're getting.
> You swear to yourself you'll do well by Mr. Boone and make sure the School gets some more money.
> If you're really lucky, you can even suggest an improvement or two for the ponies when you deliver the news to Mrs. Gaeta and Headmaster Freely.

I didn't think it up in time, but maybe I should do chapter markers. This would be the end of Chapter 1, next time we start looking into Rosa's new life with the 'Boones' in the start of Chapter 2. That should be fun.

Pastebin here: https://pastebin.com/D8eBZPe0
I really enjoyed that. Particularly the Martin character.
I'm expecting Paolo to get a really useful for human cutie mark that will help him to survive outside and can meet rosa in the future as a mature stallion
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Alright, another one, and then I've actually been thinking out the next chapter for Blocky, so I'm hoping I can start writing that soon.

In any case, this here is Ivy (who, funnily enough, is a friend of Blocky). Ivy, like Dala, isn't entirely pleased about her role as a slave, but unlike Dala, isn't so much of a fighter who hates not being in control. Instead, her master has ordered her to lie down and just be a nice little trophy to look at (probably for guests at a party), and Ivy, with no other choice, obeys the command, albeit in a bored, disinterested manner.
Depends on if they keep their strength or even if they are just physically stronger than earth horses
More goodgirl Blocky when?
>More goodgirl Blocky when?
Assuming I start writing now and have time to finish it, I'd wager sometime today or tomorrow.
Cross your fingers, anon.
Wait, there are humans here?
Oh fuck
Aspiring what the literal fuck?
>I'm not going to lewd the fillies
>proceeds to lewd the fillies
Jesus fuck aspiring what the hell happened? You said making them for sexual was the last thing on your mind and then you go out and super sexualize them in this update. Just fucking be honest next time. I don't understand how we went from innocent rosa to her lifting her tail and talking about having paolo's foals in a "breeding program". Why the fuck does that exist here? Why? Shit dude what are you doing.
Rosa will be a very sexy bedfilly for her master and will drain her new master every night for the next two years . Rosa was for lewd since the first chapter
Go lewdpost somewhere else, Rosa is for hugs and headpats.

Yes, I see the problem. In my mind, this went under the heading of 'bullying and abuse' - it wasn't meant to be lewding. I was more worried about people calling the overly dark undertones of it all, rather than pure lewd.

Thanks for saying it, tho! The chapter ends anyway and the next part is a change of tone and setting.
And tail lifting for the colts. Loved that bit.
Why people can't handle an adolescent acting like an adolescent? Everyone in that institution have at least 15/16 and don't deserve the title of filly/colt anymore

To be honest you need to stop calling rosa filly and start calling her young mare.
I feel like it was pure lewd. You could have handled that differently without dipping your toes into that perverse direction. You made it seem like paolo hit the gold mine against his will and has hours of ball busting fap material that makes rosas exploitation ok. It would have been ok if you stopped there but then she comes around and starts talking about having paolo fuck a foal into her. Like just stop dude. If you're going to take it this far just make the story lewd and have them fuck or something cause this shit definitely ain't kosher anymore
Fucking pedophile
Follow the advice of this dude >>33628237
and turn your green 100% lewd. He really want to lewd Rosa
Just ignore this whole mess and continue dude, everyone here are just memeing. Just try to keep the lewd for the last chapters when Rosa turn into a mature mare with a cutie mark
>I feel like it was pure lewd.
I think any sexually charged situation just sets off your ass burgers.
>dipping your toes into that perverse direction.
This is the kind of sexual bullying that you would see in an institutional setting where the inmates have no freedom.
>It would have been ok if you stopped there but then she comes around and starts talking about having paolo fuck a foal into her.
I think it's a reasonably good show of the kind of awkward fumbling that first love is, especially in a half innocent unrequited way like this.

I think he's doing a great job showing the way one does not lose their innocence all at once.
Either lewd rosa with paolo at the end and give them lots of happy foals or have rosa turn into ultimate bedmare with her assignment, the dad buying her from the organization to sait his throbbing need for horse pussy
These characters are adolescents, not children. This is how adolescents think and behave.
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>stop calling rosa filly and start calling her young mare
>everyone here are just memeing
half are memeing, half are VERY angry two teenagers that were starting a relationship might have feelings for each other. the autism isnt faked
That's bullshit and you know it.
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>To be honest you need to stop calling rosa filly and start calling her young mare.
Fucking this, everyone would stop bitching if you don't use the term filly with a not filly.

Pic related is a filly
First love isn't "put a child in me"
The fuck are you saying? Do you even read what you type?
Bullshit? This update was actually pretty nuanced and well written. Just AWF showing what a good writer he is. I just think you have some kind of hang up about sexuality.
I read what AWF types and enjoyed this update quite a bit. The characters are clearly adolescents and portrayed very well.
Nice job projecting.Glad I don't have to live with your mind.
>*Pic related is a bedfilly
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To be honest Rosa probably look like pic related
This OC isn't a mare but can't labeled as filly too. MLP never have a term for the adolescents, only mare/stallion and filly/colt
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We need more floof in this thread.
Love her.
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well trained good girl confirmed
To bad that her master don't giver her the proper attention even when she already have a cutie mark
i know that feel
Trained well enough that she'll call me daddy?
Did you named him Mr Boone because Rosa's ride will never end there?
Poor heartbroken colt.
Thanks for the update.
Nice update. Now time to bet the stereotype for both rich kids
I'd be more than willing to help her out.
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>It was a fresh Sunday morning, and you'd just given Blocky her usual weekend bath.
>You finished showering a bit early, so you were actually able to meet Blocky in the laundry room while she washed her outfit.
>"Hello, Master!~" she chirped, a cheery smile spread across her face.
>Her hooves wiped away at the plate bra, the polish doing its work and making that thing sparkle like no other.
>"Oh! There's my skirt!"
>The little pony opened up the dryer, retrieving that fine, silk cloth you loved having around your feet.
>She unraveled the skirt, hugging it a bit against her face as she enjoyed its warmth.
>"That always feels so nice!"
>After, Blocky attached the skirt back onto the panties and held it and the rest of the outfit up to you.
>"Ready to suit back up!"
>You gave it a look, pondering to yourself.
>The shining metal bra invited you to grab it with its splendor.
>But you felt a little different today.
"Actually Blocky..." you trailed off. "...how about you just leave it on top of the washing machine?"
>Blocky was flabbergasted.
>"Really? I don't have to wear it today?"
"Yeah...yeah, go ahead and keep it off for the rest of the day."
>Blocky's face was a mixture of perplexed and eager.
>"Sure! ...I guess!"
>The pony trotted out of the laundry room, humming to herself as she did.
>That left you alone with the outfit.
>You gazed at it a bit more, trying to remember how long ago it was that you'd even gotten that thing.
>If you remembered right, it was some kind of collector's memorabilia you'd gotten from some distant uncle you weren't familiar with.
>Through some legal process you didn't understand and a complex inheritance bout you weren't even aware of, you got some of this uncle's collector stuff when he passed away.
>You weren't really into the movies they were from (Space Balls or something?), so you'd kind of shelved them. At some point they'd probably be worth a good chunk of change anyways.
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>It was only the fourth or fifth day Blocky was here that you decided to make her wear it.
>"W-where are you taking me, Master?"
>You and her made your ways to your bedroom.
>It was just today that you'd remembered that outfit you'd gotten.
>As you were still green in terms of this slave-owner deal, you figured to better get yourself into the mindset, you should constantly remind yourself that she was your slave.
>What better way to do that than to dress her up as one?
"Just keep following me, Blocky."
>Once you arrived, you directed her to the closet, and she went over and opened it without hesitation.
>"What am I looking for?"
"There's a box in there with 'collector stuff' written on it. I'd like you to bring that out."
>At least your commanding tone was getting better.
>Her hooves fiddled about in the closet, the rustling of cardboard and clothes being the only noise heard in the room.
>Eventually, she pulled out a big box with a grunt, the exact words you said written on its side.
"Good girl."
>Slather it on, Anon.
>Blocky looked up at you, expecting another command.
>Seemed she only really thought she'd be retrieving the box, but not opening it.
>Well, that was fair. Only you knew what you wanted out of it anyways.
>Wordlessly, you sat on the bed and flipped open the top of the box, several pieces of collector's items greeting your eyes.
>There was just one that you wanted, though, and it was fairly visible.
>You couldn't miss that shiny gleam, after all.
>Grabbing it from the bottom of the skirt, you pulled out the whole pile: bra, panties, collar, and braid.
>You grabbed the bra and panty combo and presented them to Blocky.
"I want you to wear this."
>You audibly heard her gulp as she stared at the outfit, wide-eyed.
>"Th-that looks like..."
"Something a slave girl would wear? Yeah, I know."
>You didn't really need to be familiar with the series this thing was from to get the idea.
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>Blocky instantly knew, so it seemed even Equestrians had some understanding of the extent slavery could reach.
>Checking the straps on both the bra and panties, you were relieved to learn that they were adjustable.
>She seemed a little bigger than a kid, so hopefully this thing could go down to that kind of size.
"On your hinds."
>Blocky did as she was told, her reddened face turned away from yours.
>You started by fastening the panties together on her pelvis, the skirt hitting the ground as it unfolded.
>Nice fit!
>A bit too nice...
>You had made sure the skirt didn't go over her tail, and odd as it was to try that, it managed to work out.
>The back of panties sat comfortably just below her tail dock, covering her nethers while still fitting around her just fine.
>Next came the bra.
>The straps went on her back, and you tightened them until the bra fit snugly on Blocky's chest.
>"Wh-what is this used for, Master?"
>It was a fair question, considering ponies didn't have tits.
>Well, at least on their chest.
"It's for covering up some parts of human girls. You don't have those parts, but I'm still going to put it on you, Blocky."
>The braid would be an interesting experience.
>You Googled some slave girl hairstyle on a whim and found girls dressed just like Blocky.
>Weird, but you'd roll with it.
>Your hands moved to Blocky's mane, and you started by bunching up the back of it.
>Fumbling a bit with the braid in your other hand, you managed to clump it on her mane.
>Checking the reference and then Blocky, the bunched up hair she had was...good enough.
>You'd probably get better at this the more she had it done.
>Finally, the collar was clamped onto her tender little neck, with a small knob mechanism built in to keep it locked.
>The chain attached seemed to be more cosmetic than practical based on its miniscule size, but hey, maybe it'd find some use.
>Facing Blocky, your eyes scanned her now-costumed form.
>"H-how do I look, M-Master?"
>She was quivering a bit as she spoke, and while her face was forward now, her eyes still averted yours.
>There was one part of her your eyes stopped on.
>This wasn't something you said often, but you MAY have had a thing for tummies.
>And this outfit?
>It made sure it was the only thing not covered on her torso.
>That bra actually had some use after all.
>F-fuck, she had a cute little belly, too.
>A nice, lean figure with a small, pudgy roundness at the bottom.
>Was it right to sexualize a pony?
>You never really got those dudes who were into them, but right now your dick did not care at all.
>She crossed her front hooves together bashfully, covering up that nice tummy of hers.
>It was enough to bring you back to the real world.
>Holy Hell, that was a powerful asset she had.
"You look uh...you look great, Blocky," you stammered out.
>"O-oh, thank you, Master."
>She took the compliment as an indication to get back on all-fours.
>One thing was for sure after today: This slave outfit thing was probably the best decision you've made since owning Blocky.
>And it really was.
>As you looked down at this outfit in the present day, it was weird how this one collectible item turned out to be a real game-changer for your slave-owning experience.
>Would Blocky ever catch on that you just REALLY liked her belly?
>Granted, that wasn't the only part of why she was still ordered to wear this thing, but still.
>Even if she did learn, would she care?
>The belly rubs, once she stopped getting tickled, seemed to relax her, so she wouldn't have any real reason to complain, right?
>It was a little weird, but it'd probably be even weirder if she learned.
>It may be best to just not say, and that's that.
>You left the outfit in the laundry room, but she'd come back and wear it tomorrow.
>For some reason, you felt like she enjoyed it.
>Wouldn't it be funny if she did?
>You chuckled to yourself as you went on with your day.
>Blocky, outfit or otherwise, remained at your beck and call.
>What a good girl.

I feel as though these aren't all that big or satisfying in terms of stories, but I guess it'd be better than trying to force out padding. That being said, I guess I should say that I didn't exactly plan for these to have some kind of overarching story, so consider these just brief slice-of-life things with Blocky the slavepone. I'd hope this at least satisfies people who like these stories.
Also, go 3 AM posting. My timing is impeccable.
Oh, and before I forget, here's the pastebin for anybody who wants it.
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>this is what clear skies did before she found her human
A good thing to wake up to, thanks anon.
>living in the janitors closet, along with the mop and floor polisher
That story really illustrated the vulnerability of slavery. Nobody cared about Clear, she was just a thing to them, and not even an important thing. Even now with Anon who she loves, would he still value her if she wasn’t so cute?

>Fang when?
>Why people can't handle an adolescent acting like an adolescent? Everyone in that institution have at least 15/16 and don't deserve the title of filly/colt anymore
Because if we give the mods a chance we could end up like Anonfilly.
that thread have literally a minor in the green with really explicit details on the lewd. This green would be the equivalent of the greens of EQG where there everyone are just teenagers
Bullshit. This thread has a mod advocate.
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>Rebellious pegasus that never meet a human and was brainwashed by unicorn propaganda
>Human just place hand in chest fluff
>Pegasus forget everything and turn into a good girl

Very solid advice, thanks. I've been sprinkling "filly" in there in the same way human ladies sometimes call each other "girl", but maybe that's not the right call in this case.

Anyway, done a shortish update, posting now...

> It happened too fast. No, really. You'd barely slept after your going away party on Sunday and suddenly it's Monday morning and you're getting out of the car at the Boone Manor.
> It's the only title that sounds appropriate. The house is a big, decorated and imposing affair in terracotta and stone, with what looks like miles of hedges and flowerbeds.
> It's two storeys tall and the few glimpses you catch through the windows show you the lavish decoration inside.
> You almost feel like you're dreaming. It's a wealthy and classy place, where the decor and architecture alone inspire awe. So lucky you get to live here for a while!
> Instructor Martha opens the door for you and you jump down from the seat. You take a quick glance in the shiny metal of the car door to make sure you look okay.
> Mane is still fine, tail nice and combed, fur almost sparkling clean.
> It'll do nicely.
> As you examine yourself from nose to hooves, the Instructor opens the trunk and pulls out your bags. You don't have much stuff, but all of it is in there.
> Mainly a mane brush, a coat brush, a tooth brush and a few pieces of cloth you own. A scarf and a coat for cold, wet weather and a special umbrella wide enough to cover you and which you could hold in your mouth.
> Practical stuff.
> There's also a simple make-up kit Martha had gotten you and what is left of your perfume bottle.
> "Zere. All set?" the woman asks as she lays the bags over your back.
> You give the woman a quick hug around her legs.
"Thank you!"
> She ruffles your mane, but you don't mind. Most humans find a bit of a ruffle more cute than perfectly combed. "Just remember all zat you learned and you will be fine. Now come on, let's get you introduced."

> You follow the woman to the front door, where she presses a button on the wall. A deep, rich-sounding bell plays, just once.
> Even the doorbell is classy!
> It isn't long before a balding human comes to open. You're wondering if the Boones have a butler, but Martha shakes his hand and greets, confirming the man's identity.
> "Ah, good morning, Mr. Boone. I have brought ze pony."
> The man looks you over and steps aside so you can enter. "Good. May I invite you for a cup of coffee, Mrs?"
> He leaves the unspoken question hanging in the air.
> "Agnesha. Zank you, but I should be going. I still have some classes to teach today."
> "Of course," Mr. Boone says with a nod. "Come on then, let's get you settled." This last part was meant for you and you scurry inside. You're not sure if you should offer to shake his hand or not, but Martha saves the moment again.
> "You already know young Rosa. Please call me if she is any trouble, okay?"
> Your ears flop down, but the man laughs at the good-natured joke. "I'm sure Rosa will do an exemplary job, won't you?"
"Of course, Mr. Boone," you hastily assure him.
> The Instructor gives your new Master a card with her details, then says goodbye and leaves. You imagine you feel her last scratch of your ears lingering for a while.
> You look up at the human. Luckily he knows how this should go. "This way. I'll show you where you'll sleep."
> He starts walking and you gratefully follow. Something to do makes the situation a lot less awkward. You still don't like the silence, so you clear your throat and try to lessen it.
"I u-understand I'll help out with chores around the house and with the children, sir?"

> You are watching carefully and Mr. Boone nods in approval. "Yes. Nothing difficult, but I'll expect certain standards of behaviour from you. Benjamin is twelve, so he does most of the things for himself, but I will expect you to watch him despite that, understand?"
"Yes, sir. I'm looking forward to helping out."
> Again the barest hint of a nod, before the man continues. "Then there's Lillian. I'm hoping you will get her to engage more. She's too quiet. We hardly know what she's thinking, most of the time."
> By this time you've reached the top of the stairs and you look around curiously. The hallway has a purple carpet on the floor and a couple of cupboards at the end.
> On one side is the railing, which overlooks the living room below and on the other there is a series of doors. You wonder if one of them is yours.
> Suddenly you realize that you've been silent and Mr. Boone is waiting.
"Oh! Of course. Most ponies are very good with children, Mr. Boone. I've had special training."
> "Good. Now for some ground rules," the human continues smoothly and starts walking again. "Number one: the safety of my children is far more important than yours, do you understand?"
> You gulp, but force a nod. It's no different than what Instructor Martha had always taught you, but you didn't expect a client to say it this bluntly.
> Still, he has every right to be concerned, of course.
"Fully, sir. You can trust me with their care," you say meekly.
> "Second, you are to do everything I or my wife tell you, without question or delay."
> That one is also reasonable. When you get a pony to help out, you have to be sure you can trust her to follow instructions. It is a little strange he didn't include his children in the list of people who can give you orders, though.

"Yes. W-What about the children?"
> For the first time, Mr. Boone smiles approvingly. "Nicely spotted. The answer to that is rather complicated. I want you to humor Benjamin and Lillian as much as you can, but use your common sense. If you're not sure, come to me or their mother, okay?"
"Fully understood, sir."
> You've reached the last door and the human pushes it open. You crane your head around the frame to peer curiously inside. "One last thing," he says.
> It's a luxurious room, at least compared to the School. The bed is a bit high - made for a human, no doubt, but the mattress looks a lot thicker than the ones in your dorm, even Iskra's.
> There is a lot of pristine, white furniture around - wardrobes, dressers, a writing desk, bedside table. You look down and note with relief that at least the carpet is the same dark purple as in the hall.
> It would have been tricky if it was white. Humans can take their shoes off, but you don't have that luxury with hooves and every trace of dirt would have been instantly visible.
> The bedclothes are, once again, white, but that is okay. You look around for a bathroom, but there is no door out of your room except to the hallway. You can ask about that later.
> All these things pale in comparison when your eyes land on the window. You cannot stifle a small gasp of shock.
> It covers almost the entire wall! At the top there is a bit of a frame, but at the bottom it reaches all the way to the floor.
> You wonder if it opens at all, but you can't see a handle or any hinges. Even if it doesn't, the view is more than worth it!
> The window is overlooking the back yard and it looks very green and inviting. There's a few clumps of trees with reclining chairs under them. There's a constructed roof with a barbecue pit.

> Strangely, there is no pool, but that's alright.
> So many flowers, though. Either Mr. Boone or his wife must really enjoy gardening, you decide.
> It had taken you a few seconds to take it all in, but the human is already standing in the room and waiting for you to join him. You quickly scurry inside.
> "Shut the door, please."
> It sounds ominous, but you're so happy with what you're seeing that you hardly notice. You nudge the door with a hoof and it silently closes.
> "Now, this is a very delicate matter and I will expect the utmost discretion from you, understand?
> Your ears fold down and you swallow again. It sounds scary, but you steel your resolve and nod.
"I promise, sir."
> "Benjamin is at that... sensitive age for a boy. Lillian is younger, so it's even even more important with her, if you understand."
> You don't but you hope you'll pick up more clues as he continues talking, so you just bob your head.
> Mr. Boone opens a wardrobe and brings out a hanger with a small dress. You try to picture it in your head and suddenly realize it's shaped for a pony.
> "You will wear this at all times, understand?"
> The human lays the cloth over the bed and you look it over.
> It's a maid's uniform, all black and white. The sleeves are lacy and there's a pattern of frills on the hem.
> There are even black hoofguards! You wonder how much it had cost - pony clothes were rare on Earth and beautiful ones like this even more so!
> Another item lands on the pile.
> White panties.
> You look up at the man in confusion.
> "At all times. You will cover yourself, do you understand? This is a polite house and I will not have my children exposed to any smut."
> You suddenly understand. A memory of Martin flashes into your mind and you can't help but blush.

> At least Mr. Boone is strictly against that sort of thing and you're very grateful for that. True, wearing clothes all the time is going to feel strange, but you'll get used to it.
"Of course, sir. I completely understand."
> He pulls out something else and lays it beside the maid uniform. It looks like a towel, except it is shaped like a coat.
> "You can use this when you have to shower. The bathroom is two doors down. And-" He adds yet another thing to the pile.
> This time it is something thin and silk and almost translucent.
> "Pajamas. You are to sleep in them. Got all that?"
> You wonder why the man is so strict. No other human you'd ever known had commented on the ponies' nakedness. You hardly even noticed it - it was just how you were.
> Ponies had fur to keep them warm and tails to keep them modest, after all.
> On the other hand, it's his house, so you guess it's also his rules.
> If these are the worst demands he can make, then you should have no problems living here.
"Yes, Mr. Boone. I will follow your instructions to the letter," you vow.
> That earns you an approving nod. "Good. Make sure you don't expose my little girl to any... smut, and we will all get along very well."
> You slide the pajamas aside and examine the panties. There is a hole deftly sewn into the back, a place for your tail to poke through. That is good - you were starting to worry just how uncomfortable it would be to have it bunched up against your rump all the time.
"Can I meet the children?"
> "Soon. They are at school and will be returning after lunch. I suggest you get dressed and then familiarize yourself with the house. I have to go back to work, so you will be on your own for a while."

> You don't mind that. It will give you a chance to explore a little and memorize the layout of the house in peace.
"Is there anything I should do?"
> "You can sweep the living room floor," Mr. Boone says with definite approval in his voice. "The brooms are in a closet downstairs - I don't doubt you'll find them."
> You incline your head and focus your attention on the dress again. A thought strikes you.
"Um, may I ask, sir, what if the dress doesn't fit?"
> The man looks blank for a moment, but then shrugs. "I asked the school for your measurements and then had a tailor put it together. If it's not right, tell me and I will take you to get it altered."
> It strikes you that the human had been really determined to get exactly you, and no other pony. Either that, or very confident his request would be met.
> Obviously Mr. Boone had a lot of pull at the School.
"Thank you, Mr. Boone," you say and incline your head. "I will get dressed now."
> For some reason, it would feel incredibly weird and uncomfortable if he was in the room to watch it, even though you're currently wearing nothing except your saddlebags.
> It's strange how quickly you started thinking about modesty after Mr. Boone had told you.
> Maybe he was right? Perhaps walking around with nothing on was very rude out in the world?
> You wonder why no one at the School had ever mentioned it, though. Or maybe it was something for the final year. You can't expect fillies and colts to understand human sensibilities.
> Possibly, the teachers were just waiting until you'd turned into a proper and polite young mare before telling you all the nuances of socially acceptable behaviour among humans.
> A mystery to ponder for another time, or maybe something to ask Martha in your letter.

> Your gaze strays to the writing desk. You can see a cup with pencils and you have no doubt Mr. Boone will let you have some paper to write your friends, if you ask politely.
> Despite the confusion about the dress, it is still going to be a wonderful and exciting time for you!
> Oh! Hopefully Mr. Boone or his wife will agree to take a photo of you in your maid's uniform, so you can show your roommates back at the School.
> Just imagining the look on Valentina's muzzle makes you smile.
> With the human gone, you carefully wipe your hooves on the carpet, then jump up on the bed. You sink nearly to your ankles, then wade your way closer to the window.
> Yes, with a large garden like that, you're bound to have a nice time. You can almost imagine curling up under one of those trees with a good book on a summer afternoon.
> After you'd done all your chores, of course!
> Oh! And maybe with little Lillian leaning against you.
> You'll read to her, you decide. Some of your favourite stories.
> You clap your hooves together and barely suppress a squeal of excitement. You can't wait to meet the children!
Pastebin is updated (I haven't put in the chapter markers or anything - might do that at some point...)

Anyway, here's little Rosa turning a new leaf and starting a new job. Felt a tiny bit like the first few bits of Cellyboo, actually.
Nice. Enjoying this one so far AWF. Keep up the great work!
>Benjamin is twelve, so he does most of the things for himself
He sound like the rich boy that take everything serious to maintain the name of his family but always forget that he is still young and need to enjoy his childhood/adolescence before turning into a really successful but frustrated and empty adult.

>"Then there's Lillian. I'm hoping you will get her to engage more. She's too quiet. We hardly know what she's thinking, most of the time."
Shy or the "special girl" of the family with lack of emotions

Good update, let check the personalities in the next chapter

Believe me, no one will complain about this, Rosa don't sound like a filly at all.
Thanks for the update.
I still fail to see the main conflict if there is any (besides the industrial level of brainwashing).
I'll go ahead and reveal my stupid level but fuck it
Was there ever a Luna green?

>"I gueth, thir," Red answers, her eyes dartin' back an' forth between you an' him.
>You can guess what's runnin' through her head - the choice between answerin', an' answerin' *fast* at that less he or you get angry, an' what to actually say.
>Mostly you, gotta suspect.
>She don't know him, but she does know you.
"I'm... uh..."
>She ain't gonna be comfortable with you here.
"I'mma head over here a bit."
>"But... mith...?"
"You'll be fine, Red. I just wanna check on... I mean, over there -"
>"Oh, right," he says quickly and smiles at you. "You must hear the ponies. I've got a Maud bringing down a group to check on our building site. They were right behind me, but I didn't think they'd catch up this fast. I mean, they *were* walking..."
>He looks back to Red an' - an' almost pats her head.
>It's as endearing as it is infuriating.
>"Hey... uh... Red. How'd you like to -"
"Don't worry about it. You two can stay here an' chat. Was there somethin' you needed me to tell 'em, or..."
>He raises an eyebrow.
>Okay, so that weren't so smooth on your part, but -
>"Nothing comes to mind. They know what to do. Oh, and Silver should be with them."
>"Yeah. She wanted to see the site. Said something about -"
"Wait, she's *walkin'*?"
>He nods.
"You - you *ASSHOLE*! She can't be walking yet!"
>He smirks like a fucker an' shakes his head."
>"She's doing fine, I swear. Why don't you go check on her? They should be just on the other side of the trees."
>You look back through the tangle, but even with all the leaves down it's too thick to see clear through.
"'kay, but if she's hurtin', I'm comin' back to make sure you don't do that again."
"You'll be fine, Red."
>"Ith that Thilver *Thpoon*?"
"That's not -"
>"Yeah, she's living here now."
>"Mith? Why can't thhe walk? Pleathe, can I -"
"Talk with my friend, Red."

>Before Lauren walks off, she gives you the nastiest glare you've seen in... in a pretty long time.
>What's her deal?
>She's being kind of... what? Crazy? Hormonal? *Pissy*?
>Something, for sure. Not quite herself.
>It's not as if *you* asked *her* to bring a pony over for... for why, exactly?
>Surely her family's ponies are used to dealing with humans - *they* still have farmhands, after all.
>If something was wrong, then...
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
>You smile for the little pony's benefit.
"Don't worry, the mean lady is gone for now."
>You laugh.
>The pony doesn't.
"I was just joking."
>She nods.
>"Thhe's a lot nicer than her father."
"Uh... huh."
>Okay, crouching like this is uncomfortable as hell.
>You sit down, legs crossed.
"So... what's your name?"
>"They call me Red, thir."
"Yeah, I picked up on that, but what's your name?"
>She blinks and looks at you, kinda vacant eyed.
>She can't even remember -
>"... Twitht."
>Thank God.
>And how cruel. Her parents gave her a name she can't pronounce.
"So, Twist -"
>"Don't! Thhe'll get angry!"
>You shrug.
"Lauren's been angry at me before. I can deal with it."
>She looks around anyway, though not *quite* in the direction Lauren walked off.
"Hey, Twist -"
>She jumps.
"- you were walking a little stiff there, is your leg okay?"
>"Y-yeth, thir!"
"Good, good. So... how are you?"

>Before you walked away, you gave him a look he didn't deserve.
>Silver is fine. Gotta be. He wouldn't make her walk if she couldn't, impossible though that is.
>But if she's not -
>You make your way through the trees an'...
>No ponies.
>Not *here*, they're a bit off.
>That's not a surprise.
>You hadn't heard anything, just made up some excuse to leave so Red could talk to him like a real person without worrin' you'd whup her.
>God, what is *wrong* with you today?
>You get why she'd worry, but not why you're so... so *pissy* about it.
>All you wanted was to spend some time with your friend... and... well...
>... it's okay.
>Silver is your friend, too, an' you can just make her out in the small herd headin' your way.
>Seems like she's doin' fine.
>... huh.
>Okay then.
>You start to walk up the - you're not as young as you used to be.
>Nah, you wait patiently for her to get to you. She's comin' this way anyhow.
>Don't take long, particularly when she sees you.
>There's a moment where she waves.
>An' you wave back.
>... an' she's broken into a gallop, leavin' the others behind.
>Can't even process that 'fore she's barreling into you.
>Damn near knocks you off your feet!
>Thank God she hit your legs, not your belly, because the way she's squeezin' 'em would probably have undone all of Dr. Alda's work!
>Next thing you know, you're on your back, huggin' Sil as she laughs wildly.
>It's infectious.
>The two've you must look like a pair of lunatics to the others.

>Master Sterling's face run through a range of emotions before settling on disbelief.
>"You said the last violin stopped," he says bluntly.
"Vinyl may be dead -"
>"You don't have any proof of that."
"No, but... I... I felt it. But now... I suspect I may be wrong."
>"Before that you told me you couldn't hear anything at all. You've been telling me that for years."
"Something... changed."
>"And you aren't just saying this so I go easy on the new ponies, are you?"
"Of course not."
>Master Sterling glares at you over his desk.
>That's a surprise.
>He's never doubted you before; you've never lied to him and he knows it.
>There's never been any cause.
>"Okay," he sighs and leans back in his chair. "I believe you."
>Thank the sun.
>"It doesn't make any difference. They have to work - but they can start with support duties. Though -"
>He shakes a finger at you.
>"- you've lost the music before. I'm not giving up on Steirs' research. Those mares will have to work."
>You dip your head.
>"Eventually. It can wait a week, but I *need* that income."
"I understand, sir."
>You're so relieved that you almost miss his excited grin.
>He's worried, distracted, stressed, and this - this doesn't *help*, but he's still excited.
>Despite it being one more thing on his plate.
>"Do you..." he starts slowly, visibly pushing his other concerns aside for the moment, "... do you think the new arrivals caused this...?"
"I -"
>You don't *think* so.
>But you can't be sure, can you?
>It started with Derpy hugging you - or did it?
>Was it because they were here - because of their proximity?
>Or perhaps -
>You can't be sure.
>Perhaps you can save Sweetie. Perhaps... perhaps more, if you show progress.
"It is a possibility, sir."
>That's not a lie.
>It's possible. All things are.
>And -
> - more importantly -
>- she needs a friend.
>You do too.
>And isn't the magic of Equestria the magic of friendship?

>Behind Sil, the other ponies get to work.
>You recognize a few, but not all. There's the angry little unicorn, the deadpan grey one, an'... um...
>Sil follows your gaze an' looks over her shoulder.
>"Maud wanted to start marking out the foundation," she explains. "Maybe even start digging."
"But... the ground is frozen? Ain't that gonna be hard?"
>The got a few shovels between 'em, but surely they ain't plannin' to dig down with that, not after the rain an' the snow and the freeze?
>"Shouldn't be a problem," Sil giggles.
"Oh, he got together the money to rent a digger...?"
>Only thing you can think of.
>"Oh *sun* no," Sil laughs. "I tried looking up the price of those - and I do *not* remember them being anywhere near that expensive! He could have *bought* one a few years ago for what it would cost to rent one for a month!"
>You nod.
"... everything's so much more expensive now. Particularly machinery like that."
>So that means -
"Don't tell me he's going to have y'all do it by hoof?"
>"It won't be so bad," Sil grins. "You have *no* idea."
>"Silver -!" one of the other mares warns her.
>"Whoops," Sil rolls her eyes. "Neeeeeeevermind, but don't worry. It'll be *easy*."
"Uh... huh. Kinda like how you're up on your hooves again without... without *anything*? No therapy, no time, nothin'! Am I supposed to think you magically got better for no reason?"
>"If that's true, wouldn't *magic* be the reason?" Sil flutters her eyelashes at you, like a john she's teasin'.
"Stop that! Y'know what I mean."
>Sil smiles an' nods.
"You should be in bed, Sil, even if you *can* walk. Why'd you come down here?"
>"I wanted to get a view of the area myself. I always liked to do that before breaking ground on a new building. I don't have Maud's knowledge - and I don't know *anything* about construction, not the actual work involved - but nothing beats actually seeing the area for oneself."
>You shrug.
"I suppose."
>"Now..." Sil hums an' scoots over to sit 'side you.
>She bumps her shoulder into yours.
>"... I don't see a truck. Why'd *you* walk here?"
>You shrug again.
"Cheaper than drivin', I suppose."
>She rolls her eyes and sighs.
>And bumps you again.
>"Yeah, but *why*?"
>You shrug. Hard.
>You gonna tell her you were feelin' lonely?
>That you wanted to be with your friend? *Friends*?
>That everything at home felt like... like... it was all a bit off.
>Like a pie where the fruit'd just started to turn or with a touch too much salt in the crust.
>An' pie's pie.
>Ain't to be turned down less it's *truly* awful.
>Not worth complainin' about.
>You ain't that weak.
>Besides, it don't feel like that now.
"I... uh..."
>Tell her the truth?
>The *other* truth?
"... y'know how my family's ponies are... well..."
>"That they aren't even allowed to have *names*?" Sil scowls. "Yes, I remember what you told me."
>She shudders and shakes her head.
>"Bleh. At the time it sounded worse than being owned by Sterling."
"Yeah, well, at least we don't let the Sheriff kill ours."
>"I said 'at the time'," Sil whispers back. "I didn't realize how bad it could be. Being the low mare on the pole is a lot different than life for the rest of the mares there. I got desperate. I made stupid choices. Still..."
>You shake your head.
>Enough about that.
"My family's ponies... they ain't too used to dealin' with people."
>"And that brings you here today because...?"
>You look over at the others, make sure none've 'em are listenin' in.
>They're all hard at work an' laughin' at each other's jokes.
"Well, I'm guessin' you're neck deep in all this -"
>Sil nods.
"- so you know how our ponies're bein' hired to help out with buildin' the rest stop?"
>She keeps noddin'.
"Well, I thought it'd be good if I got a few've 'em used to talkin' to folk again. Y'know, to people that'll treat 'em as... as *people*."
>"And that brings here because?"
>You scowl at your friend.
>She laughs.
"Because I thought he'd be a good guy for them to talk to."
>Sil nods.
>"And you brought a few ponies over to meet him?"
"Just one for now, but yeah."
>Sil don't react. Just stares at you.
"Y'know, *Red."
>She slowly shakes her head.
"I know we spoke about her. You even said she was your friend back from Ponyville."
>Sil shrugs.
"She... uh... got a red mane?"
>"I think I could have guessed that," Sil rolls her eyes at you, "but that's not as unique as you think it is. Just here, there's Apple Bloom, Moondancer -"
"Okay, okay. Kinda... kinda the same colors as Apple Bloom? But less... yellow?"
>"Like Moondancer?" Sil giggles softly. "Or -"
"She has a lisp."
>"That's better," she continues to laugh under her breath. "I know humans think every pony is so unique and could *never* share the same coloring as -
>"Wait. A *lisp*?"
>Her eyes grow wide.
>She smiles.
>And then laughs, loud enough the other ponies stop their doing to look your way a sec.
>A few smile back before they get on with their work.
>No questions - they're just happy to see *her* bein' happy.
>"*Twist*" Sil whispers loudly. "It's *Twist*!"
>Oh, right.
>That's her name - her real name.
>"You left her alone with him?"
"Well... yeah."
>Must be frownin', cuz Sil giggles.
>She always did that when you frowned.
>Said it reminded her of someone she knew.
"Look, she was actin' all skittish with me there!"
>Raised your voice too loud - but thankfully none've the ponies are payin' you any attention.
"I had to leave him. Her. Leave her with him. Damn thing couldn't act normal with me there, an' that means it's all a waste..."
>"Except we got a chance to gossip," Sil adds. "Just like old times."
"Yeah... glad to see you're back on your hooves."
>"Thanks," Sil huffs. "Good to know I'm not an *afterthought*"
"I didn't mean it like that, Sil! Didn't cross my mind you'd be up to talkin' with anybody yet."
>"What you mean is I didn't cross your mind at all."
>She nudges your shoulder with hers. Gives you an innocent smirk.
>"You know I'm teasing. Everybody's surprised."
>You reach over an' hug her tight to your side.
"I'm glad you're doin' okay. Always nice to hang out with a friend."
>"Yeah," Sil sighs happily, then does this weird lil' shake of her head.
>"Well... can I see her?"
"That... ain't a good idea."
>"Why not?"
"Because... because you know how we treat 'em."
>"Ah... right," Sil mumbles. "So this is one of those situations, like how an employer doesn't want his employees discussing their pay."
"I... guess?"
>"And you think we might say something that'll make Twist...?"
"Make her what?"
>"I was going to say 'uncomfortable', but I'd be worried if she *was*. 'Unmanageable' might be a better choice."
"Yeah, basically. Plus if daddy finds out they talked to any've the ponies here, it'll be a beatin'."
>You sigh.
"Mainly that."
>"Don't worry," Sil smiles. That damn innocent smile. "I understand. And I'm sure *he* won't say anything that might cause problems."
>Why's that grin of hers not lookin' so innocent now?
>"You know..." she teases, "he turned me down at the Stables."
>"Because he turned me down?"
"Because he went there at all."
>Sil leans into further, until she's practically laying against your chest an' lookin' up at you.
>"You should be careful," she whispers. "Maud thinks he has a type."
>"Mares with red manes and cream coats."
>"Is that a problem?" Sil giggles.
"No! Of course not! Why would that be a problem?"
>"Because you look like it is."

Sam's chapter of Overtime is Mandatory is still in progress, but taking longer than I hoped.
Should have known better. Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment.
It's just really hard to write from the point of view of a child, particularly a sober child.
Getting close, though. By the end of the week for sure.
So here's the issue, in my eyes. It's a two-parter. First, all these characters are of completely undefined age and there's no clear indiciations to tell me how old they are. Given that they're apparently just discovering puberty with no sex-ed, it comes off as if they're 12-14. As >>33628235 said, you needed to stop calling her 'filly' if you didn't mean her to be a filly. If you meant them to be older, that's fine - but you never defined it, and that is literally allowing the shitposters to leap all over you saying that you literally did the thing you promised not to do. Which... is pretty much exactly what you did. I see that you intended to have this be a moment with a different theme. But in the end, you spent so much time focusing on the actual lewds rather than Rosa's emotional state that it does not come off as a tough inside moment at all. Instead, it seems like the full-lewds are the full-on focus of this scene, and that's definitely been reflected in peoples' reactions. And honestly, it is a little creepy.

Plus, Rosa apparently knows what is going on and is aware of the effect it will have, but has little in the way of thoughts about being used to humiliate a pony who might be her friend.

And we're back on track, with our first glimpse outside of the school! I'm again surprised the topic of 'modesty' has never been brought up to the ponies in the school, but so it is. Our new owner seems strict, but fair. In the end, I'm sure you had fine reason to be putting so much work into school scenes: Informing on Rosa's character development, or setting up characters we'll meet in the future. But I'm also glad to have the major plot moving along too. Next time: Meet the kids!
We've had a couple of abortive stories, none of which reached any real conclusion:
>Jingles' "Broken Princess" has gone the farthest, but still stands uncompleted: https://pastebin.com/1wKaVmci
>Stripes' "Moonshards" is adorable, but literally only a few posts long: https://pastebin.com/2SFXZW8Q
>Hunteranon's "A Moon Among the Stars" is also quite short, only just setting up some sci-fi scenario: https://pastebin.com/kPU95B3v
>Lurkernon also did a shorter oneshot story about Celestia and Luna as slaves, but it doesn't seem to be in the pastebin.
I’m always happy to see a /tg/ update, and always a bit sad after one from this story. It’s a downer, but we need those sometimes too. Thanks for writing.

>"- you've lost the music before. I'm not giving up on Steirs' research.
Sorry, I kinda lost the plot here. Anyone want to spoiler me on Octavias ‘violins’ and Steirs ideas?
We have great writefags now too, but I still miss the old guard. Corona wheeeen?!
>discovering puberty with no sex-ed, it comes off as if they're 12-14
but somehow know about the breeding program
Wow. That was a big ol' update. Glad youre still with us. Im go to save the bulk of it for later, so i have something to look forward to after work.
Lauren it's too good for him anyway
I hope that Mr. Boones does not have a fetish with the young mares that dress as servants

Good luck in you new job Rosa, I suspect you need it.
It's so nice to see silver acting so normal, but her seemingly total recovery does feel a little weird with how she was just a few updates ago. I hope things continue on this trend, even though I know we still have to deal with poor DT.

As for Sam. I can see how that would be freaking hard to write convincingly. But you can do it. I know you can.
Top of my head I think Sterling started out with wanting to make money through Octavia's music, even bought an auditorium for it. The diner and hotel was suppose to be side businesses for the sake of that. But due to Octavia slowly losing her mojo/magic/motivation/the "violins" due to all the shit happening and the supressants, she couldn't write music to bring in the crowds. Because Sterling couldn't find Vinyl or other similarly talented ponies to make back his investment, he turned to having the ponies he couldn't sell off turn tricks in his diner. When she lost the last "violin" she took it to mean that Vinyl was definitely dead since she couldn't her song anymore. She decided to stop taking her suppressants recently and started to hear the music again, getting back her optimism and drive to play.

As for Stiers, he's some doctor that Sterling is bankrolling to research something and he made a breakthrough on it.
Silver teasing Lauren is fun.
>It's just really hard to write from the point of view of a child, particularly a sober child.
There are some weird implications.
It's good to see you the old Silver again, you too TTGAMEN
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get to writing
Was there ever a Zecora green?
Music has been a running theme since way back when Moondancer explained to Farmer Anon what it felt like to lose the magic of Equestria.
Steir hasn't been explained, but he's probably a mad scientist trying to give humans the ability to use magic like ponies.
Where is blinders off?
Busy in the filly brothel. It's heat season for the fillies
I'm working on it, honestly


>”Hey. I'm back.”
>Anon's knuckles rapped the the door as he pushed it open.
>”Anything happen while I was gone?”
>Celestia gave the part in front of her one last rub before turning to look at him.
>He had his eyes fixed on her oil-stained hooves.
>She even had some dark splotches on her chest.
“The shop phone got an order as an email. From 'Sam's Garage.'”
>The mail had a specific car model and a list of parts on it, but those were just strings of letters and numbers to her.
>”Right. I'll check that out. You finish that part and clean up, we got some shopping to do. And not just for dinner.”
>The door slammed shut behind him.
>Celestia arched a brow, shrugged, and returned to scrubbing the part.
>She had a feeling that he wasn't too happy with how oily she was, and that the shopping had something to do with preventing such messes.

>Taptaptaptap. Tap. Ta-tap.
>Anon sat behind the counter as his fingers danced on his tablet's screen.
“I got most of them clean. It'll take me an hour or so to get the rest.”
>He glanced at her, then pushed a button on the tablet's side.
>Its screen turned black just before he set it down on the counter.
>”Good. I expanded the allowed radius on your collar's satellite positioning system. It covers a few blocks in every direction now.”
>Celestia touched the collar on her neck with a hoof.
>It had an alarm that'd go off if she went too far, and he'd set it to minimum range at first – so low that the system's inaccuracy had sometimes caused the pre-alarm to beep even when she'd been in the shop.
“Thank you?”
>Anon reached out to rub the spot between her ears.
>She flattened her ears and bowed her head to give him better access.
>”You can do the groceries for us now. I'll even give you a bit of pocket change so you can get something nice for yourself. But it's time we get going now, the store I'm thinking of will close soon.”


>Celestia's hooves pounded the footpath in a steady rhythm as she trotted beside Anon.
“You sound like you know this place. I didn't think you were someone who frequents fashion stores.”
>Anon had his hands in his pockets and his eyes set to the gray skies.
>”I don't go there for the fashion.”
>There was the tiniest hint of red on his cheeks.
“Oh? Let me guess: it's the girl you're always texting with.”
>A sly smile sneaked on her lips as Anon glared at her.
>She hadn't spent a thousand years with gossiping nobles without developing a hair trigger for crushes.
>”It is. She works in the store, but this time we're going there because she told me there's a talented pony seamstress there as well.”
>Celestia's ears perked up.
>It couldn't be.
>Rarity and the other Elements were safe, in Equestria with Twilight.
>The last, and ultimately unnecessary, line of defense against the humans.
>”I bet you'll like the other pony who works there. A pegasus stallion, who I've heard is quite the looker.”
>It was his turn to have a cheeky smile on his face.


>”Hey, and welcome to- oh! Hi there.”
>A human female, who looked about the same age as Anon, spun on her heels at the sound of the bell attached to the door.
>She waved and smiled at the duo who'd just come in.
>”Wow. You said she's big, but I didn't think she'd be *that* big. I've never seen a pony her size!”
>The clothes rack she'd been arranging, one of the many that filled the shop, made metallic clinking sounds as the jeans on it slid back to place.
>”She was a bit of a risky buy, but I think I won that gamble. Or are you going to let me down, Celestia?”
“Why would I? You've treated me well so far.”
>The woman had dug out her phone and had its camera pointed at Celestia.
>”Anyways, Ann, about what I-”

>”Celestia? Princess Celestia?”
>Ta-ta-ta-thump. Ta-ta-ta-thump.
>Somepony galloped out of the back room.
>A small earth pony mare, with a cream-colored coat, light cyan mane and tail, and a feathered hat for a cutie mark rushed at Celestia.
>The little pony's eyes glimmered with hope.
>”You're okay! I was-”
>She thudded into Celestia's chest.
>”-so worried, nopony heard anything of you for ages!”
“Yes. I'm still alive.”
>She wrapped a hoof around the earth pony's shoulders, pulling her into a hug.
“But I'm no longer a princess. I'm just another pony now, someone's property, just like you.”
>Both of the humans stared at the mares.
>”Do you know anything about home? I've heard some rumors...”
>The slightest bit of dampness seeped into Celestia's coat where the little pony's face was.
“Equestria is safe. Luna and I closed the portal.”
>She didn't have the heart to say that it meant they were trapped in the human world.

>”You didn't tell me you bought a princess. Doesn't that make her, like, their queen or something?”
>Ann, the woman who worked in the shop, sipped at her coffee.
>Her, Anon, Celestia, and Coco Pommel, the earth pony mare who'd rushed out to hug the alicorn, were in the break room.
>It was a small room, with just the barest of essentials like a microwave, a small table, and a coffee machine.
>Celestia sat in the middle of the room, Coco zipped around her with a measuring tape to get her sizes, and Ann and Anon sat at the table with cups of coffee in hand.
>”I didn't know who she was when I bought her, but found out as soon as I punched a description into my search bar. Turns out there's only four like her, and two of them are still ruling their magical horse kingdom.”
“Equestria. That's our home.”
>She saw no reason to hide her identity, even if she wasn't entirely comfortable with the secret being exposed.
>Being just a nopony tempted her, but it wasn't like she didn't stand out.
>It'd been just a question of time.
>She stretched out her rear hoof as Coco tapped it.
>The little mare measured it with her tape and jotted some numbers down in her notebook.
“I was the ruler, together with my sister Luna. Twilight and Cadence now rule in our stead.”
>Celestia hadn't heard a word of her sister since the day of their capture.

>”Hey Ann, I-”
>A pegasus stallion, with a light blue coat, dark blue mane, and a cute mark depicting a lightning bolt splitting a cloud, trotted into the room.
>There was something faintly familiar about him, like Celestia had seen him before.
>He stared at Celestia with his mouth left hanging open.
>”Princess Celestia? I thought you were...”
“I am still alive and well, or as well as I can be without Luna.”
>She put on her warmest smile as she stood up to let Coco measure her hindquarters.
>Both the pegasus' and Anon's eyes fixed on her twin suns.
>The pegasus instantly averted his gaze as a hint of red appeared on his face.
>Anon didn't bother hiding his stare.
>”I- I hope that means the rumors about the portal are true, too? That it's gone and Equestria is safe?”
>The stare earned Anon an angry glare from Ann.
“Yes. The portal is closed.”

>”Thank you for you patience, Pr- Celestia! I got your measurements. Your clothes will be done in a day or two.”
>Coco jotted the last numbers on her notebook.
>”Soarin will deliver them to your door so you don't have to come pick them up yourself.”
>Soarin of the Wonderbolts.
>So that's why he'd looked familiar.
>He'd already left the room, for another delivery if his word was to be believed.

>Coco scurried off to pick up her notebook.
>”You'll come visit some other time, right? I'd love to have someone other than Soarin and Ann to talk with.”
>Celestia threw a glance at Anon.
“If I have the time.”
>Anon's chair scraped the floor as he pushed it back and stood up.
>”As long as you do what I need you to do, I don't care what you do with the rest of your time. Visit her as much as you like or ask her to come over. You have a room for yourself.”
>He lifted his hands over his heads and pushed his shoulders up until they made a quiet popping sound.
>”Nn. I think it's time we go do the groceries. Maybe I'll even have you make dinner tonight.”

>Ann patted her lap.
>”Coco. C'mere.”
>The little earth pony looked up from her notebook, then trotted to the woman and hopped on her lap.
>”I was just trying to measure the fabric in my head. Her overalls are going to take a lot of cloth.”
>Ann stroked the side of Coco's neck, then ran her fingers through the mare's mane.
>”It's closing time. You can relax now.”
>Celestia glanced at Anon.
>A part of her wanted to trot up to him and nuzzle the back of his hand so he'd pet her, just like Ann was doing to Coco.
“I'm not much of a cook, so don't go thinking I'll make anything good.”
>She wouldn't let herself be reduced to a lap dog, though.
>...which didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the occasional petting, of course.
>She, like all other ponies, had always loved gentle affection and physical contact.
>She didn't ever recall having such a craving for it, though.
>Maybe it was because she hadn't had any for several months?

To be continued.

There we go. Another piece. Enjoy! This time about meeting the rest of the cast.
>You know, it only takes one time to get hooked.
>It doesn't matter what reason you have to partake.
>Sooner or later that reason will just be to get your next high.
>The only way to stop is not to start at all.
>the system's inaccuracy had sometimes caused the pre-alarm to beep
Say you have some cheap-ass owner who fits you with some janky knock-off collar, then sets a minimum hard radius ‘cause he’s an asshole too. The position error is wandering all over, and when it gets too far it shocks the piss out of you. Do you just lay there and take it, or do you scurry back and forth, hunting for the center of where this stupid thing thinks you should be? Crap-gadgets are bad enough when they’re NOT locked around your neck!
>Celestia hadn't heard a word of her sister since the day of their capture.
That would seem her first priority, once she’s settled in and has a free moment. If Anon can type her name into a search bar, why can’t she type Lunas?

>“Yes. The portal is closed.”
Celestia spent a thousand years awaiting Luna and Discord. Twilight and Cadance will be no less patient: what was open, then closed, can be opened once again in time, and alicorns have plenty of that.

Anything could happen to humanity in a millennia, we could have colonized the stars, or reverted back to the stone age. If the current system prevails, compound interest can make them billionaires with zero effort. With just a little luck the sisters will waiting, perhaps as Princesses once again! Immortals still have to take it one day at a time though, and today it’s overalls and greasy engine parts.

>The stare earned Anon an angry glare from Ann.

>She flattened her ears and bowed her head to give him better access.
Too late, lol!

Anyway; the whole thing is developing marvelously and I think you’re on the right track. Good work!
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Rosa is a sweetheart but this new master seems like a hardass. I feel like it's only a matter of time before Rosa gets into trouble for something. I hope she can be friends with the kiddos!

Good work AWF!

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