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>What is this thread about?
This thread is dedicated to stories that have clear dominate and submissive roles; both with and without consent.

>What exactly is welcome in this thread?
A wide variety of stories are welcomed here; from non-consent and sexual slavery, to abusive manipulation and psychological domination, to maids and extortion, and even healthy consensual relationships with BDSM role-play elements.

A few topics that are discouraged are NTR, vore, scat, and other similar themes.

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>archive of SiM wiki page:


Historical Note:

This thread was originally founded to support the “Submission is Mandatory” story by MrNameless. While the story has gone on hiatus, it’s content is referred to by a number of stories in this thread.

Submission is Mandatory by MrNameless (Recommended)
Nightmare Moon summons Anon to defeat the EoH. In return, she grants him ownership of the Mane 6.

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>Unnamed Gilda story

>Unnamed Sunset story
Wizzard Anon uses Sunset as a magic battery/source.
Part 1: >>37322337
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>The Carat and Stick by RapeApe !l9yPPXi1cE !VVgKIKP70Y !bwwXn5Gx.o
Cadance forces Rarity onto medifag Anon.
End of the last update >>37531323

>Megalomania by ⸸ !PENTAponY.
Psychologist Anon experiments with pony companions.
End of the last update >>37450712
Did you know that pharmacology is really boring? It's true!

>Your return trip was pretty uneventful.
>Rarity and you went your separate ways, with you going to the clinic and her meeting up with her friends.
>You’re currently carrying her choker in one of your interior pockets, saving her the embarrassment of being seen with the article.
>Not that you don’t want to embarrass her, quite the contrary.
>Just that it’s currently off limits.
>You take a moment to appreciate the irony of how this relationship has progressed.
>In the beginning you were free to do whatever you wished to her.
>But somehow, now that she’s a willing participant, you have less control.
>Life was simpler when you relied more on force.
>But when you saw the look of pure joy on Rarity’s face- on your slave’s face- when she swore to serve you for at least a month, you knew you’d made the right choice.
>There’s something strangely satisfying about owning not just her body, but her heart too.
>You’re looking forward to your next session with her.
>But it shall have to wait.
>Duty calls.
>You head to the basement first to check on the changeling.
>He’s still in pony form, no surprise there.
>What is a bit surprising is that he’s sitting up.
“How are you holding up?”
>He snaps to attention and stares at you wide eyed.
>But he says nothing.
“Any adverse reactions from the medication? Trouble breathing?”
>He slowly shakes his head.
“Alright, hold still. I’m gonna take your temperature. Let’s see… normal, I think.”
>You have to remember this is NOT a pony.
>When the one was pretending to be Dash their body temperature seemed normal.
>But you can’t yet be certain that it’s optimal for them.
“Any confusion? Trouble thinking straight or memory loss?”
>He shakes his head again.
>You take a look at his bandages.
>They seem clean, but you can see the rash around them.
>It doesn’t look like it’s spread, but it hasn’t clearly receded either.
“This is going to feel funny, but try to hold still. I’m going to trace the rash with a marker so we can see if it grows or shrinks.”
>It looks pretty bad.
>But there’s no sign of organ dysfunction yet.
>It should clear up pretty fast once it goes into remission.
>If he responds well to treatment, he’ll be out in 3 days.
>5 is more likely though.
>”Why are you helping me?”
>Oh, so he CAN talk!
“Would you prefer it if I didn’t?”
>”After you gave me those pills I started to feel better. Why did you do that?”
“Oh, that? Those are just to alleviate symptoms so you’re more comfortable. Being sick is no fun after all, but don’t worry. We’ll fix the underlying issue.”
>You know full well what his question meant.
>You’re just stalling because you don’t want to answer.
>”But why help ME?”
“Because you needed help?”
>”I was going to kill you. You know that, you have to.”
>You didn’t know that.
>A chill runs down your spine.
>”But you’re helping me.”
“Uhh, yeah. It’s what I do.”
>You try to act as though everything’s normal.
>But you can’t help but keep a little extra distance between the two of you.
>”I thought those pills were going to be poison or something. But I feel better. I don’t hurt as much, and I’m not dizzy.”
“Why would you take pills if you thought they were poison?”
>”The queen told me to take anything you gave me.”
>Now THAT is obedience.
>Rarity should take notes.
>”The queen didn’t promise you a reward. She hadn’t even promised to leave you alone until after you said you’d help me. What’s in it for you?”
“What choice did I have?”
>”You could have poisoned me, or turned me in to the militia, or just done nothing.”
“Hold still, this will probably sting.”
>You use a syringe to harvest some of the infected blood.
>Just a small amount.
>You’ll culture it to try and narrow down what kind of infection it is so you can treat it more specifically.
>It’s probably not necessary, but you’re eager to have this thing out of here.
>If you can hasten the process, you will.
>”Please tell me. I have to know. Why are you helping me?”
>You don’t want to tell him.
>You REALLY don’t.
>You’re responsible for what he does when you release him.
>At least in part.
>Maybe if he understood, he’d be less murderous?
>If nothing else, you could convince the changelings they can count on you.
>And then maybe they’ll be less likely to off you.
>You have to talk.
>But if you do…
>Just don’t cry in front of the bug monster.
“You want to know why I’m helping you… tell me. Have you ever killed anyone?”
>”No. I mean, I tried, but it didn't work.”
>It’s a bit chilling how lackadaisical he is in saying that.
>He’s not ashamed at all.
>He talks of murder like it’s the weather.
“Good. I feel much less conflicted about healing you if you’ve never killed anyone. Thing is… I have.”
>His expression remains unchanged for several seconds as he processes what you just said.
>After a brief flash of realization comes fear.
“You’re lucky you failed. Trust me, the guilt is crippling. You have to spend every day for the rest of your life burdened with the knowledge that you ruined not only one life, but dozens. Maybe more. Heartbroken spouses and parents, orphaned children, ruined hopes and dreams.”
>Damn it all.
“I haven’t lost many patients. But I’ve lost a few, and it haunts me.”
>”Oh. So you killed them by accident?”
>Your eyes are watering up.
>Hold it together, you sissy!
“It’s a weird feeling at first. I’d done plenty of operations before I lost my first patient, and you sorta get used to the gore. You get used to death too. In med school they make you dissect corpses of your own species for practice. They make you face it right away, before you’re under pressure. Helps to keep you from freezing up in an emergency. Maybe I got a little TOO used to it, because the first time it happened, I wasn’t sad. I was angry. They brought me an older male who’d been in a terrible traffic accident. Poor bastard was barely recognizable as a human by the time I saw him. I tried, I really did, but I just couldn’t put him back together fast enough.”
>”Why were you angry?”
“I was upset because my perfect record had been ruined. Horrible, isn’t it? I was more upset that his death had inconvenienced me than about all the other consequences. It’s not that I didn’t know something terrible had happened, but by then I had done so many operations… part of you eventually forgets that it’s a living person on your table. They just sorta became piles of meat.”
>Truth be told, that’s still true.
>You’re not sure you’d be able to focus otherwise.
“I’m good at what I do, but it’s not an easy job and everyone makes mistakes. Do enough operations and you’re going to lose a patient.”
>”How many have you lost?”
“Four. Three of them from-”
>You idiot.
>Don’t tell them to target the brain!
“Well, never mind that. Four out of eight hundred and some, can’t remember exactly how many. The first three I didn’t have much trouble moving on. The fourth one, though, I had to face the people they left behind.”
>You’ll never forget them.
>No matter how hard you try.
“I’d totally isolated myself from the reality of my job. I had to, couldn’t handle the pressure otherwise. But when that barrier came down, it got a little too… real. That kind of thing changes you.”
>”What does any of that have to do with me?”
“You were definitely going to die without help. If I refused to do anything, I’d be responsible. Doesn’t matter that you’re a changeling, I can’t do that again.”
>There’s nothing more you can do for the bug right now.
>Honestly, you finished up after the blood draw.
>But you can’t leave yet.
>Because you spilled your guts for a reason.
“So I’ll help you changelings if you get sick or hurt, even if I don’t think it’s a good idea. Please, I’m begging you, don’t make me regret it.”
>He remains silent as you show yourself out.
>You take a few minutes to collect yourself before moving on.
>You REALLY don’t like thinking about your mistakes.
>The fact that you were talking to a changeling only makes things worse.
>Those things are freaky.
>And dangerous to boot
>The queen promised you she’d leave you and Rarity alone.
>But you’re not nearly stupid enough to take her at her word.
>Will she be thankful for your help?
>Maybe your sob story will actually reach them.
>Or maybe she’ll just dispose of you the moment she no longer needs you.
>You need some kind of insurance.
>But what?
>Her drone?
>Maybe if she thought he needed life support going forward.
>You could pretend his heart was damaged and he needed a miracle drug called Placebo to stay alive.
>Then she’d still need you, if only to secure more of it from Earth.
>Would she fall for it?
>You should probably name a real drug instead of Placebo though.
>And maybe if you started setting up the lie early.
>It’s decided.
>You’ll tell him he’s going to need medication for life next time you go in.
>Even so, you have to tell Shining about him.
>Partially to protect yourself, sure.
>But also to protect others.
>You don’t want to release a murderous psychopath to the public.
>But what will he do if he finds out this is the one who stabbed his sister?
>Can you trust Shining not to put the changeling right back into your clinic?
>Or worse?
>You’ll have to tread carefully there too.
>You take a moment and place a bit of the blood in a petri dish, which goes straight in the incubator.
>You’re not equipped to determine the exact strains of pathogens, but you can at least do a Gram test.
>You also think to run a blood type test on it.
>You place blood and reagents into a few vials, then as an afterthought put a control vial in the centrifuge.
>It makes a worrying grinding noise as it spins.
>In some ways you shouldn’t be surprised, given you got it from a police auction.
>But it still catches you off guard.
>Just one more piece of equipment that will fail at any minute.
>You spend a few minutes trying to figure out what you’ll do when it breaks, but quickly put it out of mind.
>Because the results of the test are much more interesting than grim hypotheticals.
>You were expecting a yellowing plasma at the top of the vial and viscous red solids at the bottom.
>You got neither.
>What you got back was just what you put in.
>A vial full of a homogeneous red liquid.
>Wait, no.
>Upon closer inspection there’s a tiny white layer near the bottom.
>Immune cells?
>So the solids DID separate out.
>But there’s no sign of red cells.
>Which actually makes sense in a strange way.
>If they eat love, they’re not reliant on chemical energy.
>Which means they shouldn’t need oxygen either.
>And if you don’t need oxygen, there’s not much value in erythrocytes.
>Do they really not need to breathe?
>And is the plasma red to help their disguise?
>More questions for the bugs.
>They’re just so alien.
>The fact that they’re not mammals is bad enough, but this whole arcanovore thing just makes things worse.
>Honestly, anything you do for them will be as reliant on luck as actual knowledge.
>Even adapting to ponies was tricky, you doubt you’ll ever be comfortable with changelings.
>Speaking of ponies, Twilight is waiting.
>You’re not looking forward to being vetted by her guards.
>It’s always such a hassle.
>Still, you’re glad they’re there, especially given how freely the Queen seems to be able to move about.
>You make your way to her room.
>And are accosted by Shining Armor.
>”Hold still, bug!”
“Hi, Shining.”
>You don’t resist as he fumbles with his glucometer.
>It takes WAY longer than it should for him to get the test strip in.
>Little wonder why, what with the sunken and unfocused eyes.
>Poor guy’s clearly beyond tired.
“You need to slow down, man. You’re working too hard.”
>”That’s exactly what a changeling would say.”
“Pass it here, I’ll do the test.”
>”No! I got this- just… hah!”
“Can I draw my own blood at least?”
>”That’s mighty suspicious. Why?”
“Because I don’t trust that you’ve been sanitizing that lancette properly.”
>You TOLD them!
>Well, there’s not much bloodborne disease out here.
>It’s probably fine.
>You’re still expecting a spike in dermal infections.
>You prick yourself and offer your finger.
>The machine beeps at you a few seconds later.
>And the prince nods sleepily.
“Rough day?”
>”Yeah. Can we talk for a bit in your office?”
“Of course.”
>The two of you make your way past reception.
>You can’t help but furrow your brow at the sight of all the armed ponies.
>Shining seems to have brought a task force of some kind with him.
>And you can tell at a glance that this is no ordinary force.
>Each of them is proudly displaying a firearm of some sort.
>You’re no soldier, but you’re pretty sure those are high caliber pistols.
“Uh, should I be worried?”
>You’re suddenly not certain you want to go to your office with him.
“Am I being detained?”
>He shoves you into your office and marches in.
>You’re pretty sure he’s trying for a stern affectation, but it’s being ruined since he keeps almost nodding off.
>”You’re in trouble.”
“I swear I didn’t do it.”
>”Didn’t do what?”
>”What are you hiding?”
“Nothing! Last time you came in like this you hit me in the face and tried to arrest me. Isn’t that what’s happening this time?”
>You’ve always been a quick thinker.
>But you’ve never been a good actor.
>Thankfully the prince is worn out.
>He might just buy your lie.
>Unless he already knows.
>He DID come here with an armed force after all.
“So why am I in trouble again?”
>”We’re pretty sure the changelings are after you.”
>THAT kind of trouble.
>What a relief!
>You were worried he’d already figured you out.
>This is probably WAY worse.
“Why? What happened?”
>”We had a jailbreak. The changeling you helped us catch is gone.”
“Why would they be after me tho- oh fuck.”
>That changeling knows about the glucometers.
>They know that the ponies can identify changelings from a quick blood test.
>And worse, they know that YOU’RE the one who made it possible.
>”I’m sorry, man. I have no idea how it happened. We can’t find any signs of forced entry, none of the guards were hurt, no sounds were made, nothing. The cell is just empty.”
“You’re sure they’re gone? Maybe they changed into something innocuous and they’re hiding.”
>”Yes. We’re sure.”
>That’s going to make it harder to keep Chrysalis off your back.
>You ruined their best weapon.
>Will her drone’s life be enough to temper her wrath?
>You can only hope.
>Wait a minute!
>If you turn over the wounded changeling, will it escape too?
>And if you turn it in, the queen will know she can’t trust you to keep her drones hidden.
>She’d DEFINITELY come after you then!
>You might not be able to turn it in!
>”I’m dedicating a small force to guard you around the clock. You won’t be able to move around much until things calm down, hope you like your office.”
>That is a HUGE relief.
>At least there’ll be something tangible between you and Chrysalis.
>”We’ll let you out at scheduled hours to deal with your patients and use the washroom. Guests need to be tested AND be approved by yourself or me.”
“Thank you. I have to admit, they’ve had me pretty worried. But what about you? You look terrible. When was the last time you slept?”
>”Uh… 5,6, carry the two… When did we find Rainbow Dash?”
“Dude! That was THREE DAYS AGO!”
>”So about four and a half days ago.”
“You have to stop! Your body’s going to give out, man!”
>”I can’t! I don’t know how many of them there are, where they’re going to strike next, what their plan is- I don’t know anything. And somehow, they keep slipping through our dragnet.”
“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask about that. I would have thought they’d be stuck with all the roadblocks. Have you really not caught any of them?”
>”Not a single one. We’ve found a few abandoned nests, we even had one we think was abandoned only a few minutes before we raided it! But we haven’t found any actual changelings.”
“Can they fly?”
“Well, have-”
>”They’re not flying. We’d have seen them by now.”
>He seemed pretty confident about that.
“Can they change to be really small?”
>”Well, yeah? But also no.”
>Thanks for clarifying.
“That’s not a very useful answer.”
>”We don’t really know. A powerful and skilled magic user could probably manage a shrinking spell for a short time, we’re not sure if they can though.”
“So they’re changing into mice or something and just walking by!”
>”No, they’re not. You have no idea how much magic it takes to do that. If they were shrinking every time they had to move they’d have starved to death by now.”
>They’re arcanovores.
>Magic, more specifically the magic of love, is food for them.
>Does that mean that casting a spell makes them hungry?
>It almost has to, that energy can’t come from nowhere.
>Is that why he’s running around town trying to hunt them down?
>He’s trying to wear them out.
>Like a persistence predator, running its quarry ragged over a long chase until their body chemistry starts to break down.
>If he forced them to shrink over and over again, he’d win.
>But from the sounds of it, it wasn’t working.
“So how much magic do they have access to?”
>”Not much, I don’t think. Not without their prisoners, and not while they’re always on the move.”
>That sounded like a good thing.
>But he didn’t sound happy.
“Which means they don’t NEED much magic to give you the slip for days on end.”
>”Either that or they’re somehow finding time to feed. Either way they have some other trick we don’t know about.”
>Well, that was discouraging.
>If the magical ponies don’t know what Changelings are capable of, what chance does the non-magical alien have?
>You’re totally at their mercy, and totally dependent on the ponies to figure things out.
>Unless, of course, your silver tongue works on changelings.
>But wait, doesn’t this also mean you CAN’T count on the ponies to resolve things?
>They’ve been dealing with these things for years, maybe even generations!
>And STILL they haven’t shown all their cards.
“Is there any way I can-”
>”No, you’re not joining the search. We can’t risk losing our medical team.”
“That’s not what I was going to ask. Is there any way I can talk you into taking a nap? You’ll probably be able to think more clearly afterwards.”
>”No time, I gotta get going!”
“No, you don’t. You have to sleep eventually. I don’t even know how you’re still awake!”
>”I drank a lot of coffee!”
“That doesn’t make it better! I’m warning you, this is going to bite you in the ass if you don’t slow down!”
>He completely ignores you and trots out of your office.
>And walks into the front door of the clinic.
“Get back here right now! You are in no condition to-”
>You try to walk out of your office and are immediately blocked by his lackeys.
“Let me go! The prince is going to hurt himself!”
>You struggle against the guards for a moment before one of them reminds you that they’re MUCH stronger than you.
>You’re just glad they didn’t actually hit you.
>The two of them scowl at you after your failed escape attempt.
“Look, I think we got off on the wrong hoof. I have something important to tell the prince.”
>”Oh. Well, it’ll have to wait.”
“Why? It’s urgent.”
>”Because he’s already gone.
>Damn it all!
>You look around them and find the front door swinging in the wind.
>You yell after him, but nothing comes of it.
>He’s working WAY too hard.
>And worse, you didn’t tell him about the changeling!
“Is there any way you can get a message to him?”
>”He’ll check back in later tonight.”
>It’ll have to do.
“So… does he always push himself this hard?”
“He does know it’s unhealthy, right?”
>They shrug at you in unison.
>Does he need an intervention?
>You’ll have to talk it over with his family.
>Speaking of.
“You’re going to escort me to purple now, right?”
>They both nod in the affirmative.
>One of them steps in front of you, barring the doorway.
>The other sidles up by the wall, making his way to the door.
>He jumps around the corner, firearm at the ready.
>The pony in front of you cautiously steps forward and moves into the lobby.
>He takes the time to knock every single chair over, and upend the tables.
>Seemingly satisfied that nothing was hiding under the furniture, he plants himself in front of the corridor, blocking access to the inner rooms.
>”Clear. Bring the VIP.”
“This is going to get really tiresome, isn’t it?”
>You’re instructed to enter the hallway.
>Once there, you have a pony on either side of you, blocking the path.
>The three of you creep toward the recovery room at an irritatingly slow pace, approaching a burly stallion with oversized sunglasses who now stands before the door.
>The pony in front of you exchanges words with him for a moment, and the door eventually opens allowing you in.
>There is yet ANOTHER armed guard on either side of Twilight’s bed.
>One of them scrambles to attention when the door opens, seemingly pretending he wasn’t asleep.
>You step in, and the door is immediately closed behind you.
>All three ponies in the room are watching you intently.
>Two, clearly looking for any signs of hostility.
>One, clearly dreading what comes next.
>”Hi, doctor. Are you here to clean my wounds again?”
>Hopefully not.
>With all your good painkillers gone, this whole experience has been pretty tortuous for Twilight.
>You’ve done what you can to suppress the pain.
>But her liver can only handle so much acetaminophen, and you don’t have many alternatives.
>You even considered putting a neural block in her, but it was just too dangerous.
>With those wounds so close to the heart, you’d be at risk of paralyzing her heart as well.
>She’s just had to tough it out for the most part.
>And every time the pain finally fades, you’ve had to come around and agitate her injuries.
>It had to be done.
>But it still breaks your heart to hear her suppressed cries of pain and to see her watery eyes.
“Maybe. That depends on how they’re doing.”
>You can see her chewing on her lip as you approach.
>Sadly, it’s not the lewd kind of lip bite.
>You make a point of being gentle as you unwrap her bandages.
>There’s no visible blood or pus on them.
>”What are you doing?”
>She has her curiosity back.
>Or she’s just scared.
>Either way, it’s a good sign.
>She didn’t have that much energy when she first woke up.
“Well, as I’m sure you know you had a deep incisional surgical site infection. I tried to prevent this, but it was pretty much inevitable given how you wound up here. And, like I said, I gave you broad spectrum antibiotics not knowing what kind of infection it was.”
>”I thought you said it was Stapillocookis.”
>It’s sorta charming how she tries to speak in Human tongues when communicating proper nouns.
>Charming, but also worrying.
>Is that what your accent sounds like to them?
>It’s hard to take somebody seriously when they can’t even speak properly.
“I said it was PROBABLY Staphylococcus. But I took a cotton swab to your wound, cut off the tip in a small dish full of agar, and put it in a warm place overnight.”
>”You explained how cultures work. Umm… could I see mine?”
>Strange request.
>But this IS Twilight.
“I don’t see why not. The bacteria inside should be non-viable by now, but I’d still suggest you act like it could make you sick. Anyway, it turns out it was Clostridioides Difficile.”
>You don’t have confirmation yet, but you’re betting that’s what the changeling has too.
>They were wounded at the same place and time, albeit with different weapons.
>You’ve already started treating for it, but you still want the culture just to be sure.
>”Is that a bad one?”
“C. Difficile?”
>Once upon a time it would have been terrible.
>But thankfully for her, there’s a silver bullet for that one.
“Could be worse.”
>”Doesn’t Deffy Seal mean difficult in Freensh?”
“Yes, actually. It was extremely hard to isolate and incubate at first because it doesn’t grow when exposed to air. You remember how I chose not to close your wounds all the way? I had to put the last few stitches in a few days later.”
>Truth be told it was so you could clean them easier.
>When you were finishing up you knew this would be a case of infection control, not prevention.
>But you’re going to take credit even if it was just serendipity.
“If I’d stitched them up right away the infection would have spread much faster. Anyway, now that I know for a fact what you’ve got I started giving you Fidaxomicin. It was developed to treat gastric C. Difficile infections, but it works extremely well for surgical wounds too.”
>”This is usually a gastric infection?”
>Yeah. Not a hugely common one, but it’s out there. Hard to say exactly how common though, since it’s easy to mistake for Norovirus.”
>Wait a second.
>Weren’t you dealing with a Norovirus outbreak before the changelings started stabbing ponies?
>Is that a coincidence, or…
>”How does this drug work?”
“Hm? Oh! It binds to the switch region of bacterial RNA polymerase, the enzyme that is made to copy DNA. With the switch region disrupted it can’t unravel DNA to copy it, so the cells can’t reproduce.”
>”Oh wow. But won’t that do the same thing to my cells?”
“Naa. Polymerase is, as the name implies, made of multiple subunits. Different types of cells have different polymerase structures, and this was designed specifically to react with one possible sub-unit. You’re immune. As is pretty much everything else in existence, including most other bacteria.”
>You have to admit, it took some research to pick that one out.
>Nothing heavy, only 15 minutes of reading or so.
>But it SHOULD have come to mind immediately.
>You bought it for a reason, after all.
>But there’s a reason why you went into surgery and didn’t become a general practitioner.
>And that’s because the endless memorization of drugs and their effects was enough to drive you mad.
>You’re trying to learn, because sooner or later this weakness will cause trouble.
>Not this time, though, the treatment was working marvelously.
>Her wounds honestly don’t look that bad.
>They’re infected, sure.
>But they’re healing at a good rate.
>The incisions are less swollen, and visibly shorter.
>They’re also pretty dry.
>At this point, the risks from agitating them outweigh the risks of leaving them alone.
“You’ll be glad to hear I don’t think these need to be cleaned today.”
>She nearly jumps out of the bed as she cheers.
>”Oh, ow. Ouchie ouch!”
>You can’t help but roll your eyes.
“Any dizziness or confusion? Difficulty seeing?”
>”Nope. Nor numbness in my extremities nor excessive thirst.”
>She knew what you were getting at.
>You put a pressure cuff around her leg anyway and start to inflate it.
>Best to make sure.
>Aaand it’s actually a bit high.
>Does that run in the family?
>You’ll bring it up with her if this persists.
“Well, it’s not low. That tells me there’s no internal bleeding. With the infection receding we just need to wait until your wounds have healed enough that you can move around safely. We’ll probably have you out of here within 4 days.”
>The smile on her face is just a little bit too big.
“Looks like you got away with it. But still, as your doctor, I have to advise you not to get stabbed in the future.”
>”I’ll take it under advisement.”
“And it’s going to take you a while to get your strength back, I’m sorry to say. Probably quite a while.”
>Probably years.
“It’s going to be hard, but if you ever want to recover you should try not to lean on your magic. Move as much as you can without hurting yourself, and try to get light exercise multiple times per day.”
>”Light by which standard?”
>You’re not a physiotherapist.
“I’ll get back to you on that one. You don’t need to worry about that for a few days yet anyway. I’ll be back later tonight with more meds. You just rest up for now.”
>”Wait, before you go I have one last question. Where does Deefy Seal come from?”
>”You said that Stapillocookis was almost everywhere and it was normal to have it on our skin, right? Where does Deefy Seal come from?”
“Uh… it’s mostly found in the, erm, byproducts of someone who’s been infected.”
>”WHAT? Eww!”
“Yeah. There’s a good reason why we find such things gross.”
>”Why would THAT be on a spear?”
>That was actually a very good question.
>It felt like it meant something.
>But what could-
“Twiggy, can you zap your brother here?”
>”Is it urgent?”
“Yes! I have very important information for him!”
>”Why not use your pager to contact Cadence?”
“Great idea!”
>You quickly locate your pager in your many pockets.
>Hopefully she responds sooner than last time...

This update felt a bit clumsy. It reads to me like there are three updates glued into one rather than it being one fluid scene. That might be because that's what it is.
I eventually decided it was an acceptable sacrifice given the alternative seems to be having three tiny fragmented scenes, but I could probably be convinced it was the wrong call.
bump till I read it
Quick bump before work, I'll finish reading when I get back.
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Now I'm curious, what is the "rape with flowers"?
This was very technical, but Anon's conversation with Twily made it worth it all. She's such an adorable little nerd, and she was so cute how she was so excited not to have her wounds cleaned! Poor Twiggy. :(

I am excited to see what happens next!
Did the changelings have something to do with poisoning the water? I don't know what's going on but I'm excited and scared to find out...
No die
I agree
I still sometimes wonder if you are a medical student
Why he seems like he knows he hates he is talking about
p10? not on my watch
>But he says nothing.
Its still odd that the guards did not even bat an eye.
>Any adverse reactions
Now Anon has a changeling to experiment on.
>”Why are you helping me?”
Is he even allowed to ask this question? Won't Chrysalis punish him?
>Now THAT is obedience.
And a chance for experiments.
>I tried, but it didn't work.
We need the back story why are they trying to kill the m6. Spoken out loud. (Or maybe I just forgot that this was already discussed, dunno.)
>You’re lucky you failed.
He assumes that changeling work the same. Maybe killing someone is something considered as a good thing and brings glory.
>I can’t do that again
And not a single thanks from the changeling.
>Then she’d still need you
Well Chrysalis shown that she cares about a single drone, so that can be definitely used as leverage. But Anon also shown how weak he is, that he can be forced to do things.
>You got neither.
One more way to identify them.
>Which means they shouldn’t need oxygen either.
Does this mean, that in theory they can have their operation's base underwater? Is this where they are hiding?
>You TOLD them!
But based on how little they know about these things they probably failed to even remotely grasp the concept.
>“I swear I didn’t do it.”
>We had a jailbreak.
That just shows how poor their guards are doing their jobs.
>We’d have seen them by now.
Based on the track record, if they crash half of the city the guards would not even notice.
>You’ll probably be able to think more clearly afterwards.
If Anon would have some balls, then a quick sedative disguised as "here this will keep you awake" could be given to Shining.
>“He does know it’s unhealthy, right?”
Probably not.
>There is yet ANOTHER armed guard
Finally taking it seriously.
>this whole experience has been pretty tortuous for Twilight
Poor thing.
>But this IS Twilight.
I'm surprised that she did not request Anon to keep her company.
>Is that a coincidence, or…
Now we have a few open/new plot elements. The changeling's lack of red blood cells, Shining and the no sleep thing, and this virus.
>But won’t that do the same thing to my cells?
Someone is paying attention, and also understands what Anon says.
>”Oh, ow. Ouchie ouch!”
At least without the painkillers she won't accidentally damage herself.
>Probably quite a while.
Based on how quickly she is recovering, it won't take that long.
>”Why would THAT be on a spear?”
Maybe it was used for hunting? And an infected animal or something got stabbed with it in the guts?

>This update felt a bit clumsy.
Nah, this was good. Maybe a tiny bit too cramped, one "scene" continued immediately after the other without much transition. But it works.

Thanks for the update!
I want to give poor Twiggy a hug but it'll just hurt her. :(
Glad to see purplesmart will soon be back on her hooves
But even with the new established consensual slavery of rara, I feel like we are still missing that certain something. Its just too tame overall or at least lacking that inescapable aspect we had earlier for her
The guys will work hard to make her fail. Multiple times. Or just pump and dump her.
premature bump
Dashie is for mindbreaking and tomboytaming. I want to see her dressed in some frilly gothlolita dress with bondagegear underneath and toys buzzing away to keep her weak
I love the dichotomy between Anon's giving a shit about the other poners, but when it comes to Rarity, she is just for spanking, punishment, and sex slavery. It is kind of hilarious.
I mean anon does care about rarity
keep this alive while i sleep
I hope the same. These greens are too good to die
That is because rara is for slavery. Her perfect coat, mane and tail demand to be threatened by ropes, whips and anything else you can come up with and it is her duty to remain as pretty and perfect as she can even with all the punishments and predicaments you put her through.
And that is just on the outside! Her mental torment is equally conflicting and important for her
I really really want my own rara to play with
This is the way
Twily after her injuries have healed
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and it is the only way for her
gee anon, two slaves?
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Are there any good Celesticord bdsm or rape fics?
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Its nice how this manages to connect in parallel with what happened in the series.
That tie down is not really good, but she is a good girl and knows not to "escape".
the hindlegs are secured well enough to prevent instinctive bucking. that said, even with them secured, any attempt to get whatever is behind her kicked away should result in even more spanking and perhaps even more restraints in the future. i think her mane and tail could be tied together for example, which in turn will give her
yet more to take care of after her sessions to attempt to look "normal" again.
failure to look presentable will lead to more restrictions ofcourse...
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no, not her horn!
She is missing her wings too.
im all for bodymods but removing wings goes a bit too far for me. besides, why remove something if it also removes another area to attack on your slave? no more pulling feathers, no more clipping wings... now you are stuck with a unicorn and even that is debatable with that horn
>besides, why remove something if it also removes another area to attack on your slave?
Earth pone worst pone confirmed!
i wouldnt say worse. they make for the best drafthorses for example, but you dont always want to use a slave for what they are best at. after all, where is the fun in that? i want to see ponies struggle with the tasks they are given:
>make smol pones clean hard to reach places
>make clumsy mares do things like sewing or have them carry the good china on their back
>make prude/tomboyish mares wear revealing, slutty clothes and service guests that way
the list could go on forever. what matters is that nothing should ever be certain for a slave. dont ever let them get comfortable with a predictable daily chores (relatively speaking).
and most importantly, dont ever let rarity miss out on her spanking!
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>nothing should ever be certain for a slave
>dont ever let rarity miss out on her spanking!

On a more serious note though.
> what matters is that nothing should ever be certain for a slave
I don't think I like this idea. I want my slaves to have certainties in their life, and I want that to be me.
I want them to be certain that if they do a good job they will be rewarded. I want them to be certain that if they misbehave they will be punished. I want them to be certain that they are mine and I am their master.

I want them to think about being punished for disobedience the same way they think about putting their hoof in a fire and getting burned. When one of them oversleeps and shows up late, I don't want the other mares to be like "oooh that one's gonna hurt when master finds out" I want them to be like "haha you dumb bitch, why would you do something so stupid?"

That said I'm not opposed to the idea of challenging my slaves by assigning them to unfitting jobs. I'm assuming that "getting the job done" is something critical in this case. Like making sure the floor is spotless is what I want, but it's only an inconvenience (not a problem) for me if it's not. In cases like this the educational value of the job is higher than the job itself.

If the punishment for a poorly done job is certain, and getting an unfitting job is more likely to make them fail... then being assigned to a fitting job is in itself already a reward. Let Rarity to do your gardening, and Dash to fill out your paperwork a few times, and they'll be outright GRATEFUL to serve as your maid and delivery mare respectively.
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Perfect belting position!
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>using a ballgag and letting yoru slave drool all over the place
hard pass from me

>>nothing should ever be certain for a slave
>>dont ever let rarity miss out on her spanking!
im retarded, what else i new?
i just want to bully pones, make them cry and then explain why they should be happy that they got a caring master despite all their failings.
What did she do?
Dark magic
That’s good we need a slave that can cast dark magic
>You catch little Twilight reading in her bed after you told her she had to go to sleep.
How do you make sure it doesn't happens gain?

>hard mode
No spanking.
Pick her up and use her as a pillow from now on
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What is the ultimate form of non life threatening punishment?
Cutting her cutie mark out to take her identity?
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>What is the ultimate form of non life threatening punishment?
thats a tough one and i think depends on the pony in question. im sure removing the ability to fly would hit rainbow dash ahrder than almost anything else for example, same cant be done to others or simply wouldnt hurt them as much, see fluttershy.
>Cutting her cutie mark out to take her identity?
identitytheft is a strong move but again propably not suitable for every sub. you could also see it as bodymodification to which the same would apply.

hit us with a scenario and who did it

whip them both!
It's not theft if you own them.
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>What is the ultimate form of non life threatening punishment?
That obviously depends on the pony in question. As the cruelest punishment must focus on destroying what the pony values.

She values her beauty, so the obvious answer would be any form of disfigurement. Any type of acid attack would be ideal for this. Just splash some of it on her coat. Make ugly in a way that she can't fix or hide.

>Rainbow Dash
Braking her wings and stuff is boringly overdone. Instead I'd focus on abusing her sense of loyalty. First, let her get raped by a non-pegasi, until she gets pregnant (if you want to hurt her more, you can make this a public rape as well, but I feel like one-on-one breeding would be crueler.) Pregnancy will ruin her athletic career, but more importantly, once the child is born and she find out it's flightless... her loyalty won't let her abandon her child, and it will ground her like an anchor. The fact that she is still physically capable of flight but can not do it because of her loyalties will have much stronger effect that simple breaking of her wings would.

That's the kind of stuff I would go for, but thinking about it makes me feel edgy and I don't like how it's making me feel.

I'd be much more interested in remolding the ponies into something I like rather than just breaking them down. Have them do something uncomfortable that'll make them moan complain or blush, and then cuddle them at the end of the day and telling them what a great job they did... then scare them with what "horrible" things I'll have them do tomorrow.
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Cheeselegs are good for tie down.
Who made this
>I'd be much more interested in remolding the ponies into something I like rather than just breaking them down. Have them do something uncomfortable that'll make them moan complain or blush, and then cuddle them at the end of the day and telling them what a great job they did... then scare them with what "horrible" things I'll have them do tomorrow.
This is why I like bodymodification so much when combined with certain settings. It can turn and ugly duckling into a pretty princess, fix a few minor imperfections or simply ruin a whole body and turn it into a caricature of what the slave initially wanted out of it.
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The question is, where should I grab her to lift her up?
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Anyone know what happened to wizard anon
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but what if pone is bigger?
seconding this question
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Wizard Anon here.

I'm still in the process of moving to a new apartment. The next update is coming, but the new place still doesn't have an internet connection, window blinds, and until today it didn't have any gas or kitchen desk either. Also, one of the heaters doesn't work, two rooms are missing lights, and the balcony is so heavily rusted there's a hole in it. I'm handing over the the old apartment this Friday, I need to replace all my IDs, and I don't even know when the furniture I ordered is going to show up.

I apologize for the wait, but I'm really having a major case of real life right now and... please be patient... I'm barely holding together now, and I can't dedicate any of my time and effort to entertainment or any other non-essential pursuits.

I apologize for my blogpost, but you asked, and it feels good to complain about stuff.
>I apologize for the wait
We are happy if once a while you f̶a̶r̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶g̶e̶n̶e̶r̶a̶l̶ ̶d̶i̶r̶e̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ stop by and say that you are not dead. Its more than enough if there are months between updates.
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That all sucks I recently moved into a new place with bad blinds to fix them I just used those stick plastic things for portable hook and attached a spare blanket to the top of the window you could also use duck tape.
This only works if you want the blinds closed all the time.

Also I hope things get better
If you want to complain you are always welcome to
i really want to put a leash on sonata now
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>Every time she comes to feed on your love, she has to show you a new piercing.
A clit piercing worth 3 feedings. A dock one is 2.
I want to dominate Equestrias most deadliest predators and turn them into my personal cock sheaths.
Good luck fucking a timberwolf.
luna is the perfect latexslut
Let me reiterate. I want to dominate Equestrias most deadliest sapient predators and turn them into my personal cock sheaths, such as dragons, griffons, the chimera sisters, Minotaurs and diamond dogs if they count, and any other sapient predatory creatures that exist in Equestria.
What about changlings and well not predators alicorns are super deadly imagine nmm or daybreaker
I'm fine with ponies, thanks.
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>The regime does not discriminate when hiring its military forces, those who fail to pass the strict fitness standards for frontline service can always be reassigned to fill support roles, and serve by other means.
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do NOT bully the weak colts and stallions!
Weak colts and stallions should be:
>pulled by the tail
>given mare's clothes
>given a feminine nickname
>told they're cute
>made to use perfume
>taken out on a "joke" date
>complimented on their mane
>bought delicious flowers
>given free drinks
>taken upstairs
>pushed on their back
>mocked for the size of their cock
>locked in chastity
>never allowed to cum again
Changelings are fine too, I suppose. Alicorns on the other hand, don't have quite the same power dynamic that you can have with "true" predatory creatures, but I guess all the same when you boil it down.
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but thats mean, anon

also, is there an SiM themed fic out there for cadence and shining? dont really care who is the sub in that relationship
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opinions on stealthy bondage in public?
also how can this be applied to pone?
Meh. I pick the remote controlled vibrator instead.
>don't have quite the same power dynamic

Nightmare moon and daybreaker am I a joke to you
I will NEVER lose hope, he will come back, one day. im sure of it
A man can hope.
He apparently did commissions for a while
I think there is one with sombra with sombra cucking shinning armour and Him enjoying it a lot
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>When you call her your good girl, in front of her friends.
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>What about changlings
Changelings are good. New body parts to touch, tease, use, and abuse ever day. I wonder how piercings and injuries interact with shape shifting. Could something like predicament bondage be used to lock a changeling in a specific form?

>imagine nmm
NMM would be great. Traumatized, self-conscious, and desperate to be loved. Every night (you know what I mean) I'd blindfold her and tie her up. Then cuddle with her while talking about lovey-dovey stuff, or fall silent and let her go until she called for me to come back, pleaded for me to stay with her, and begged me not to leave her alone.

I really like the idea of NMM actually being afraid of the dark.

>is there an SiM themed fic out there for cadence and shining
Escapade tried to run a femdom Cadance CYOA a long time ago, but I don't think it went anywhere.

>dont really care who is the sub in that relationship
That's what's so great about Cadance, she works perfectly well in both roles.

>stealthy bondage in public
>take pet out for a walk wearing nothing but a trench coat
>sit down on a bench
>cuff her hand to the railing
>come back 30 minutes later with two cups of coffee
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>>stealthy bondage in public
>>take pet out for a walk wearing nothing but a trench coat
>>sit down on a bench
>>cuff her hand to the railing
>>come back 30 minutes later with two cups of coffee
i want to do this to rarity or luna or preferably both with them somehow being made to hold hands/hooves, both work for me
Thats a good pet.
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this thread needs more statues and figurines
what did i miss?

Depends on how you define ultimate. I mean if you just go for cruel, the boring answer is just intense physical pain.

Beyond that, what has already been said. Attack whatever it is that makes them special.

Personally I like the dynamic where they've got an actual choice (and not "or the beatings will continue"), but choose to submit in exchange for some measure of comfort or out of fear. The kind of "you chose this" head game.

I really wish nxzc made more along these lines, I find the whole concept hot af.
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Use the archives...

Vapor is a good girl
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Rarity needs her punishment
she already got it, kind of.
that said, she still needs alot of punishment
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>Friends help each other.
Tavi needs more lewds.
Twilight is finally behaving like a good princess pet
How is the moving going
Is twilight wearing a chastity belt of some kind under there that only her owner has the key to
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perhaps, although it would be better if she wore it over the suit and as an integrated part so she cant take of the suit
i like the broken/unbroken-slave-dynamic and its perfect for those two pones.
>fluttershy has been broken months or perhaps years ago and is now allowed a relatively comfy slavelife
>meanwhile her friend rarity gets whipped through everything she has been through and then some due to her trying to resist
>to add insult to injury, rarity is forced to make dressed (for fluttershy) and bondagegear (for herself), both designed to contrast each other
That's one sexy Shy.
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well, she was a good girl and therefor earned that makeover and outfit. her new task is to make sure her new co-slave understand this as well, even if its hard sometimes.
maidoutfits are cheating to increase the cuteness factor
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appearently she likes her "punishment"
what do?
Use that fact to make her feel like she wants to be your slave if she is still resisting try to use that she enjoys the punishments as humiliation to get her to question if she even wants to be free like rainbow dash in SIM.
Then make it a reward and try and get to ask for it
Then change her punishment for next infractions
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>jar sized
uh oh
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Look at that frazzled mane and coat. Her last owner must have failed to teach her to take care of herself
Maybe she' been a bad girl and doesn't deserve to look pretty?
Maybe her mane and tail looks the way it is because she was just used for a session.
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torture the slave
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>Mixed sex prisons.
Soon, if Celestia wills it.
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There is a nicely cut + zoomed webm of the scene.
rarity is a cumdumpster
now without me posting the captcha in the regular window
How would you gag your slave?
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dildogag with a mouthmask. make sure the nostrils are always open, intubate if you have to. perhaps make sure the slave can never quiet get enough air if you are into breathplay. it wouldnt be nice or comfortable but why would anyone care about that?
jokes aside, breathplay is pretty hard stuff and i would prefer if the slave were into it as well
Muzzles for casual use, bit-gags for eye-candy and looks, ring-gags for playtime, and "put your head down and you will suffocate" sized penis-gags for punishment.
I like you.
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We need more hypno
Any good consensual slave play
I was think of a story where a pony gets anon to dom them but as time goes on they become increasingly more depraved and eventually start to target others forcing them into submission
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>Please do.
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>She didn't think you'd let her have any, after this long.
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I know not the actual intended context of that pic just based on artists other stuff, but damn if it doesn't fit. Well played good sir.
Twilight is a major sub with a hypno fetish

one day either on purpose or by accident she hypnotizes herself anon takes advantage and slowly ramps up his control of twilight until she cannot even think about being a bad girl.
Then proceed to mock her saying that even if you could somehow get free the old you wouldn’t want to all she would want to do is accept her new role in life as that was always her fantasy
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So... how big is your ideal harem?
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pairs are always a solid choice
no thanks
the only one i tolerate is a dock piercing
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Bump for Rarity punish
Can't help ya this time. But the good news is that we won't be hearing from the actual storyline for a little while, so we've got a chance to mess with her.

>You’ve been in your office for a long time now.
>Or at least it FEELS like a long time.
>If the clock on your wall is to be believed, it’s been about half an hour.
>And despite your most sincere hopes, the ceiling has failed to provide quality entertainment.
>It’s remarkable how slowly time moves when you’ve got no distractions.
>Or rather, no PLEASANT distractions.
>Myriad unbidden thoughts assail your mind as the seconds agonizingly tick away.
>What will the changelings do to you when they don’t need you anymore?
>If you’re lucky you’ll never have to find out.
>But then, what will Shining Armor do to you when he finds out you were harboring one of them?
>You have to tell him, the alternative is just too dangerous.
>And yet, you know he’s far more temperamental than he lets on.
>You rub your bruised cheek, feeling where he struck you when you were framed.
>A gentle beating for one thought to be a murderer.
>But still, it was retribution without warning.
>A vicious strike against a defenceless target.
>The look of rage in his eyes is ineffably burned into your mind.
>There is absolutely no doubt in your mind that, had you not convinced him he was mistaken, the beating would have continued.
>You consider him a friend.
>And you’re convinced his heart is in the right place.
>But how deeply does his hatred of changelings run?
>How passionate will he be in his abhorrence for the wretch who stabbed his sister?
>And how much of his wrath are you about to invite upon yourself?
>Perhaps it’s for the best that you’re contacting Cadence instead.
>There’s a knocking upon your door.
“Speak of Tirek and he doth appear. Come in!”
>As expected, princess Cadence makes her way into your office.
>”Hi Anon! You, err, why are you lying on the floor?”
“Boredom, mostly.”
>You’re honestly pretty sleepy too.
>But you couldn’t take a nap until after talking to Cadence.
>And it seems unlikely your disquit mind will allow for sleep regardless.
“I’m glad you’re here. We need to talk.”
>You get up from the floor and quickly dust yourself off before making your way to your office chair.
>Cadence elects to stay standing.
>”Is there a problem?”
“Several. When was the last time your husband slept?”
>”I’m not sure, actually. I haven’t seen much of him since Twilight got hurt. This whole mess has been really hard on him.”
“I noticed.”
>Hard to blame the guy when his own sister winds up getting stabbed by a shapeshifting monster.
“His sister will recover from this ordeal, given time. If he keeps pushing himself like this, he won’t.”
>”Why wouldn’t Shiny be okay? Did he get hurt too?”
>”Oh my goodness! Where is he? Is he going to be okay? Who hurt him?”
“Whoa there. He’s not hurt.”
>”Are you sure?”
“Yes. Well, I mean, he was fine when I saw him.”
>That could have changed.
>But it probably hasn’t.
“Last time I saw him, he admitted to not having slept in several days. The visit prior, he was clearly having a hypertensive episode.”
>You still feel guilty about letting him leave.
>He was in no condition to be standing up, much less playing hero.
>But unfortunately, he had a point.
>The captives needed his help.
>Loathe as you are to admit it, he probably did the right thing going out there.
>This last time, though…
>If he doesn’t make time for rest, he’ll soon make time for sickness.
“I assume he hasn’t been taking the medication I gave him.”
>”You gave him medication?”
>Of course he hasn’t.
>He’s stubborn to a fault, and he insists on working way too hard.
>And now you’re pretty sure hypertension runs in the family.
>At least he’s in decent shape...
“Remember when I accused you of fucking him to death? I owe you an apology. The problem runs deeper than that.”
>”Does that mean-”
“You should still try to give him a break.”
>”No, does that mean that he’s still sick?”
>You might have misread that a bit.
“We need to get his blood pressure in check and make sure he sleeps. If we can do that he should be fine.”
>”And if we don’t?”
“Ehhh… it’s probably best if we don’t get into that.”
>Partially because you don’t want to upset her that much.
>And partially because it would WAY take too long to explain.
>It’s amazing how many things can go wrong from hypertension.
“The first step is to get him to sleep a bit. I was hoping you’d be able to track him down and drug him for me.”
>”You got it!”
“I was expecting you to argue with me for a bit on that. Maybe suggest we try talking to him first or something.”
“Well, it’s just that drugging somepony without telling them is usually seen as… bad.”
>”But it’s for his own good, right?”
>Still feels wrong.
>But you’re just going to lean into it.
“I’m going to give you some rohypnol. Give him ONE tablet per day at most, and only when trying to knock him out. Should be enough to knock him out no matter how much coffee he drinks.”
>Better drive home the ONE tablet part.
“Remember. ONE tablet. EXACTLY one. Now, ideally he won’t know you gave it to him. We don’t want him getting angry at you.”
>”He won’t. Shiny is really understanding. Too understanding.”
>Yeah, that might qualify as too understanding.
>Somehow you doubt he’d feel the same way if anyone else were to pull this stunt.
>Even so…
“If he DOES find out, blame me. I’ll take the fall.”
>You don’t want to be responsible for them fighting.
>”Oh, that’s so sweet of you. But no, this is my responsibility. Plus, it might be neat if he gets angry. Oh! Do you think he’ll hit me?”
>She sounded WAY too happy when she asked that.
“I wouldn’t count on it.”
>You say, painfully conscious of your bruised face.
>That colt can really kick.
“He probably won’t remember anyway, this stuff messes with your memory for a while.”
>”Just a while though, right?”
“Yeah, a few hours give or take. You usually don’t remember what happened while under the effects, but once it wears off that oes away.”
>”You can’t remember what happened after taking it? Weird. Oh! But how am I supposed to get him to take it?”
“It dissolves really easily in water. Kinda bitter though, might want to put it in his coffee.”
>”Oh, that sounds easy!”
>What’s happening?
>Her eyes are unfocused, like she’s lost in thought.
>And she’s drooling a little bit...
“What’s going on?”
>”Can ponies still cum while on this?”
>You were hoping she wouldn’t put it together that quickly.
>But in retrospect, you should have known Cadence would invent roofies.
“I am giving you ONE tablet.”
“These chemicals aren’t toys.”
>”And why not?”
>You really weren’t expecting that answer.
“Well, they’re dangerous.”
>”Then just give me the ones that aren’t.”
“AND! And I have a limited supply.”
>”Then we’ll get a bunch next time the portal opens. That’s not that far away you know.”
“AND! AND! And… I could get in trouble?”
>”With whom? I write the laws around here.”
>She raises a point.
>”There has to be SOME drugs that we could use to make the Empire a bit more fun, right? ”
>Vile temptress.
“I have to be honest, I’m uncomfortable with this conversation.”
>”Oh, relax. We’re all friends here. And you’d LOVE to help a friend make her dreams come true, right?”
>You’re not entirely certain what dream she’s talking about.
>But it’s not hard to guess that it involves sex.
>Even so, you’d best ask for clarification.
>Just in case she’s getting REALLY weird about it.
“What did you have in mind?”
>”Got any aphrodisiacs?”
>Yeah, that’s about what you’d expected.
“I don’t know if I can support you with this one. It’s reckless.”
>”Do you REALLY mean to tell me you’ve never drugged Rarity?”
>A few times.
>But there’s no chance Cadence would be careful enough to be trusted with those drugs.
>Your knowledge of medicine is pretty narrow.
>You know emergency procedures, basic remedies, and whatever you’ve picked up since setting up shop here.
>Maybe, just maybe, you might be able to arrange something fun.
>You’ll have to do some reading.
>And some reflecting.
“No. We have more important issues to worry about. But… maybe someday.”
>She lets out a quick squeal of delight.
>”Thank you, Anon! I knew I could count on you. I’d better get going and find Shiny before he does anything… silly.”
>She stands up.
“Wait! I’ve got something else to tell you.”
>”Oh? What’s up?”
“I know how the changelings are evading capture.”
>”REALLY? Why didn’t you OPEN with that?”
>The gaiety of a moment ago has vanished without a trace.
>She’s not just upset, she’s pissed.
“Well, I was worried about your husband.”
>”Well, YEAH! But think for a minute! If we can catch the roaches, he won’t HAVE to work himself so hard!”
>That had occurred to you.
“I want him to get a bit of rest before he learns this. We’re going to have one chance to surprise them before they know their hiding spot is compromised, and if he rushes in while half asleep he might blow it.”
>”That- okay. Okay. Alright. That makes sense. I won’t tell him until after he’s had a bit of a sleep.”
“Wait for a few hours after he wakes up if you can. He might still be a bit woozy.”
>”Alright. So… what’s the secret?”
“Not yet. I need to confirm you’re not a changeling first.”
>Maybe shoulda done that a bit sooner.
>You were counting on the guards to screen them out, but…
>Can’t be too safe this time.
“Alright. You’re a pony. Changelings don’t breathe.”
>Looks like she’s figured out what that means.
>”They could do fantastic blowjobs then.”
>That might be true.
>”But that also means… Do you think they’re hiding underwater?”
“Yeah. Remember when the water in the aqueducts was tainted a little while back? There’s a very good chance it’s the same disease as I found in Purple’s wounds, which could be a disease found in wastewater.”
>”Huh. So they hide in the drains and in the aqueducts. The water gets dirty, their spears get dirty. But they can just swim past all the roadblocks without ever being noticed! I think you might be onto something! But…”
>There’s always a but.
>”What makes you think they don’t need to breathe?”
>Well, here it is.
>You’d already decided you were going to do this.
>Not like you have much choice in the matter.
>Don’t back out now.
“Look, I want you to know I wasn’t trying to keep this a secret from you. I just didn’t have a good opportunity to tell you until just now.”
>”Anon? What did you do?”
“Uh, the other day I was approached by a changeling.”
>She’s staring at you with an intensity you’ve never before seen from Cadence.
“One of them was dying, and they demanded I treat them.”
>”You… you what?”
“And while I was running a test I noticed their blood can’t carry oxygen, so-”
>”You’re HEALING them?”
“He was dying. I had to.”
>”You- AUGH! I thought I could trust you.”
>She marches out of the office in a huff.
>”GUARDS! He is NOT allowed to leave that room until further notice!”
>”Your majesty, the prince already gave us that order!”
>”Oh. Well, good!”
>You hear something being smashed.
>And then there’s silence.

That was a lot shorter than expected. How did it take so long to write? I must be in a rut.
Maybe writing about rutting would end the rut.

Anyway, we're going to play with Rarity next time. Thank you for your patience.
>>She marches out of the office in a huff.
>>”GUARDS! He is NOT allowed to leave that room until further notice!”
what a bitch
its good to have you back
Argument for why we should heal them is fairly simple. If they can kidnap us and the ponies can't yet seal their borders well enough to protect us, that was the only choice that wouldn't result in the immediate loss of their doctor. No amount of security will ever be better for us than simply disincentivizing the changelings from sabotaging our clinic.

Ruts are as fickle and stubborn as a breeze in a house. Stick to your layout and the weather has its way. Change the conditions, and they may vanish. Sometimes you've got a job you simply must do, a point you must make, a scene you must set. Somewhere in your head there's a totally different path the words would simply flood from.

Picking which product is worth making is on you. Sometimes it's right to slog through rut for a vision. Sometimes your own interest exists elsewhere for a reason.

Consider chaos, if predictability becomes chore.
Cady sure is a fickle mare sometimes! I guess she hates changelings too much... can't blame her! I wonder if poners have a Hippocratic oath of their own?
>The Changelings are poisoning the water

This is a plot twist I did not see coming
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What a horny little bug
>not shaping herself to be even more sexy
wasted opportunity
I didn’t even realize that until you pointed it out
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That's real fucking cute
Thoughts on forcing mares into prostitution, and pimping them out for money.
>planned to have a kinky evening with candyass
>notice it isnt her so you up your game
>heavy bondage, ponutplay, magicjamming so she cant chicken out and change, lots and lots of whipping
>queen bug keeps coming back to you every month or so, each time in a different form with her previous victims being released once she had her fill
tell me why this shouldnt happen
its only hot if its a mix between reluctance-being kind of into it-with a bit of humiliation fetish

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