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>>40845538
mares in skirts are hot as fuck

>>40845538
Isn't SiM better?

>>40845622
Our sister thread is more about fapfuel, while this one is more about cuddling and/or horribly depressing retail jobs.
They're a similar premise but the two threads went in very different directions.

>>40845622
i dont much care for the kink shit, honestly

>>40845655
>Our sister thread
A-are you our big sister, or younger sister? Also, how often can we come over to pester you with our superior sex greens and needs?

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>>40845717
>sim is the lecherous neesan that goes barhopping every weekend, fails to pick someone up because she's secretly an awkward dork, gets blackout drunk, and stumbles her way over to spgchan's apartment to sleep it off since that's closer than her house
>the hardworking but lonely uni student spg wakes up every saturday morning with a facefull of big (step)sis's whiskey-scented tits, cleans up whatever she knocked over and cooks her breakfast
Slice of life? Slightly trashy romantic comedy? Or just gonna hop on the isekai bandwagon?
Also there's a maidpone somewhere but she's very lazy and lounges on the couch all day before rushing to do all her chores at the last minute.

>>40845779
Let's get in the bathtub together next time <3 Bigsis wants to scrub your cute body intimately clean~ Then gossip all of her lewd little fantasies to you. If you'll allow her that is.

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>>40845779
Laziness is an epidemic.
Slave does its job or it loses its candy privilage.

I remember reading a story where humans ended up being slaves to ponies. The main character ended up with twilight and she was more or less ok with him not wearing his collar from time to time.

Does anyone know the name of the story?

>>40846401
Not something binned in this thread. Your Human And You on fimfic? Or maybe something from the pony supremacy thread.

>>40846401
Check the pony supremacy threads.

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Filly brothel when?

>>40847547
That pone is ridiculously fluffy.
Imagine the softness.

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Poner wants pets

>>40849236
better pet her quick or risk some lovebites

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>>40849236
how can you say no to that face?

pump

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>>40828242

> There was neither sight, nor sound of any pursuit, so Temir and Bulat assured Thistle. She couldn't tell on her own, not with veritable rivers of sweat pouring into her eyes and her rattling, thumping heartbeat filling her ears.
> They'd set a gruelling, relentless pace after Hisein had gone back to buy them some time. Despite her earth pony strength, and the months of work which had hardened her muscles, Thistle wasn't sure she could take much more.
> More than once she peered back, shaking her head to fling sweat from her eyes, to check whether the little cart she was pulling still had wheels. It felt as if the heavy anvil was biting into the soft ground, like an anchor.
> The crude harness of ropes and leather strips was digging painfully into her chest and shoulders, and droplets of blood, mingled with sweat, left traces down her forelegs.
> They had been trudging through the thick underbrush for what felt like hours, although it couldn't have been more than two, judging by the position of the sun, which was beating down on her back nearly vertically.
> Some of the way was in the shade, which offered brief moments of respite, but that merely rendered the heat harder to bear when they returned into the open.
> Through it all, Thistle kept stubbornly placing one hoof in front of the other. It would be worse if they got caught.
> Eventually, she had no more to give.
"[Stop,]" she croaked.
> Without waiting to see if the others would do so, the mare slowed to a halt and hung her head. Her lungs strained for all the oxygen they could get, and her tongue, fat and sticky, lolled out of her mouth.
> She'd had the presence of mind to stop in the shade of a big oak tree, and the ground felt marginally cooler than the air when Thistle sat. All her limbs were twitching, sending small jolts of pain from her otherwise numb muscles.
> Thistle wasn't aware of much around her, but she felt a strong hand lift her muzzle up, and fingers poke something leathery through her lips. Moments later, warm, stale water splashed onto her tongue and she nearly inhaled the first mouthful.
> Swallowing was a reflex, painful with her raw throat, but necessary to preserve her life. The second mouthful was easier.
> Someone was talking, in a language she thought she understood. Thistle forced her eyes up and sought out Temir's face. "[...die on us!]" he was saying. "[Fuck, you should have said sooner!]"
> He was scolding her, and Thistle's ears splayed out of sheer reflex. She let them, too busy concentrating on the life-giving water she was gulping down. Her muscles and tendons felt tight, and both her hind legs were starting to cramp. Thistle tried to relax them.

>>40850501

> She concentrated on her midriff and imagined a plane across it, like the surface of water. It was cool and soothing as it moved down. One of her legs spasmed and kicked out, which tossed her hindquarters to one side, but Thistle kept herself upright on her forelegs. She pulled away from the water skin for a moment to breathe.
> Something warm tricked down her thigh, and she looked, half expecting to see a rivulet of blood from where the harness had broken her skin.
> It was yellow. She hadn't really felt her bladder loosen, and once she saw it wasn't life-threatening she ignored it and clamped her mouth on the little leather spout again.
> "[Wait, I will get another bag,]" Temir said. The sack in his hands was limp and nearly empty, but despite that Thistle sucked down a few more mouthfuls.
> On her other side she became aware of a different, larger presence. Janus, she recognized him by his smell, shared between the man and his little cart she'd been pulling along.
> "There water not far," he said and pointed. His outstretched hand indicted a direction very nearly where they had been going before she had made them stop. "Water. Drink. Rest. Only small go, yes?"
> Temir was giving the man a curious glance and Thistle translated.
"[Water, near. Short distance, that way.]"
> The young nomad gave a nod. "[Can you go further?]" he asked her.
> Thistle tried to get her hind legs under her once again. She'd stopped peeing, and after a few false starts she stood up. She took a step, but the harness bit into her shoulders and she whimpered in pain.
> At that, Janus jumped closer to inspect the crude leather and rope affair. His face looked grim as he peeled the straps away from her, and soon after he pushed on her head. "Back," he ordered her, and the mare took an obedient step.
> That allowed the blacksmith to lift the harness from her body.
> "[Fuck,]" Temir said.
"[What?]"
> She twisted her head down to see. There were ugly, purple lines down her chest, jagged edges in a few places leaking blood.
> "No pull," Janus said firmly. "No more or pony die."
"We don't have a choice. We have to keep going."
> He shook his head and took the wooden poles firmly in his hands. "I pull now. You no pull."
> He was probably right, and when Thistle jerked her head to try and nod, her vision went blurry and the world spun around her. She had to brace her forelegs firmly on the ground to stay upright. Once again her gaze went down, to the faint, diluted streaks of blood matting her fur.
> If she tried to keep going, even at a slower pace, for much longer, she would die of heatstroke, or perhaps her heart would simply give out.
> Temir seemed to agree with the blacksmith, having understood the general gist of it even if he didn't know the actual words. "[Come here,]" he said and grabbed a tuft of Thistle's mane to gently urge her forward.

>>40850507

> She glanced at the blacksmith's cart, but then lost interest as Temir led her to the horses. Zaur was still sitting on the mare, his hand pressed against his thigh.
"[Where is Bulat?]"
> "[He went to look for Salki. We should be close to where Hisein said to go if we got separated.]"
> Thistle shook her head in confusion.
"[How? You don't know this land!]"
> "[We know enough. We came through here on the way in. There is a bend in the river and the bed is shallow. We can cross, and head through the forest to that dead village.]"
> The mare shrugged to herself a little. It seemed the nomads' navigational ability was bordering on what some of the best pegasi could do. Perhaps it made sense, since their life was spent moving through the landscape, following their old paths and finding their accustomed camping grounds.
> She focused on the important bit:
"[Salki will be there?]"
> "[I hope so, in the clearing past the river.]"
> Before she could ask any more questions, Temir put his arms under her barrel and lifted. His elbow pressed into her tender, bleeding skin, and the mare hissed in pain. The nomad muttered something apologetic, and then she was laid across the large mare's back. Zaur placed one hand on her back to steady her.
> "[You are okay to ride like this? We will not go very fast,]" Bulat asked.
> Thistle opened her mouth to say something, but Zaur beat her and she realized the question had been intended for the injured hunter, not her.
> "[I will manage.]"
> Bulat gave Thistle's flank a friendly pat. "[I will take one of the other horses. Janus will pull his cart. We can make it across the river.]"
> At this, Thistle gave a small nod, then let her head hang. It wasn't a particularly comfortable position, and her raw skin was pulled uncomfortably, but it allowed her to fully stretch all four legs, which was nice.
> Her belly was also full of water, and already the precious liquid was clearing up the fog in her head. Her hearing was back, now that her heart and her breathing had slowed down. She didn't even have to pee, thanks to the earlier accident. She thought about trying to wipe herself clean, at least with a hoof, but decided against it.
> She could always wash her fur in the river. Some of it dripped down the big mare's barrel, but Thistle didn't think she would mind very much. If they found Salki, their escape would be perfect.
> Correction: If they found Salki and then Hisein caught up with them.
> Thistle heaved a sad sigh, fearing for the big nomad's life.

> ~~~~

> Somehow the jolting and rocking of the mare under her lulled Thistle into a gentle stupor. Her muscles didn't burn anymore, and the cuts on her chest and shoulders didn't throb. Even the air felt less like an oven. It was quite pleasant, actually.

>>40850511

> A few times they stopped so that the nomads could confer, but other than flicking a lazy ear in their direction, Thistle didn't join the conversation. She kept her eyes shut and enjoyed the steady rhythm of the horse's gait.
> She woke up from this reverie when she heard running water. A glance around showed her that they had found the place where the river could be forded, but the glint of sun on the shallow waves blinded her and she hurriedly closed her eyes.
> It was too bright out!
> Even with her eyelids tightly shut, she still saw the red and purple afterimages of the blazing white sky. Thistle grunted in annoyance and pressed her face into the large mare's withers. This nearly unbalanced her, and she had to scrabble with her hind hoof to keep herself steady. The movement made her whimper as her sleeping muscles became red-hot lines of fire for a brief moment.
> Zaur's hand on her back pressed her down, conferring some support and stability, and Thistle relaxed again.
> "[It is not much longer now,]" he told her. "[If Hisein was right, we will find Salki in the clearing where we camped before.]"
> She opened her eyes again to look at him, and saw the lines of pain and worry on his face before she had to avert her gaze from the bright, burning sky.
> In an effort to keep the terrible sun out of her head, Thistle wrapped her forelegs over her head.
> It helped.
>...
> Almost immediately after that, at least in her perception, she felt Zaur's hand shaking her. "[Wake up,]" the nomad was saying. "[We're here.]"
> For a few seconds she didn't know what the words meant, but when she drew in her breath in a half-yawn, Thistle got a noseful of horse. She remembered that she was being carried by the mare they had stolen.
> She opened her eyes carefully, keeping her head pointed toward the ground, so the impossible glow in the sky wouldn't hurt as much.
> This time there was no blazing light, no splitting headache. Thistle blinked a few times and saw that the sun was barely past its zenith. They hadn't travelled far. Had she really slept?
> She didn't remember anything after the river.
"[How long? How long back was the river?]"
> Zaur lifted a hand to shade his face and looked at the sun. "[Maybe a hand? Not more.]"
> Half an hour or so, Thistle estimated crudely. She didn't have a very good feel for how fast the sun moved, nor did she have a clock to really measure it, so translating it into hours and minutes was just a bad, imprecise crutch for her equestrian mind.
"[I- slept?]"
> "[I didn't want to wake you. You looked like you needed it. Here, turn this way,]" Zaur said and guided her face toward him with a few fingers under her chin. When she obeyed, he took his hand from her back and cupped her cheeks. His thumbs brushed through her fur, and he picked out bits of... something.

>>40850517

> All she felt were tiny tugs on the sensitive hair around her eyes. She couldn't see what he was pulling out. It was quite pleasurable, though.
"[Mm, what are you doing?]"
> He was silent while his fingers brushed through her fluff a few more times, then he let her go and answered: "[I don't know. Dust? Maybe tears, or sweat. It was dry.]"
"[Oh.]"
> "[We will have to wash your wounds. I don't know how we will pull Janus' anvil now. I hope Salki is here, so he can decide.]"
> At those words Thistle remembered why she was in so much pain and covered with welts and cuts.
"[Janus? Where is he?]"
> "[He is fine, although he curses a lot. He sweated more than you did, and he only pulled the cart a short way.]" The young hunter chuckled as he said it.
"[Salki? Is he-]" she began, but the sudden thought made her swallow an unexpected lump.
> This time Zaur was silent for a while, and his hand went back to stroke her back, before he replied: "[I don't know. I don't see him. I can't get off. My leg.]" He scanned their immediate surroundings and raised his voice: "[Temir! Temir. Come help Thistle down!]"
> The other nomad hurried to them. His hands wiggled under Thistle's belly and barrel. He brushed her teats, but she hardly even realized it.
> Temir wasn't as tall, so it proved to be a challenge for him to lift the mare. Zaur helped keep her steady, but in the end she nearly fell and the poor lad barely caught her in time. The jolt made her hiss in sudden pain, as her limbs were forced into movement, and her skin tugged at the wounds around her withers.
> Slowly, Temir lowered her to the ground, but Thistle's hind legs simply folded up underneath her. She couldn't make them do anything. Luckily, she was able to remain sitting, braced on her forelegs.
"[I'll be fine. Thank you. Did you see Salki?]"
> Temir shook his head mutely, and Thistle tried once more to get her hooves under her. This time she was able to move her legs, even if they wouldn't yet support her.
> All she needed was to keep working at it, stretch her poor, abused muscles, and she would be fine.
> There would be Tartarus to pay in the morning, but at least they'd escaped. Well, she assumed they did. The other nomads wouldn't be so calm if they were still in danger.
> She was staring at the ground, focusing on working one of her hind ankles, when Zaur shouted: "[Salki! Bulat has him!]"
> The words nearly got her upright, but in the end Thistle simply flopped to her other side so she could gaze in the direction Zaur was pointing.
> It was as if a heavy rock had rolled from her heart. There was no mistaking that tall figure, leaning on Bulat as they hobbled closer.
> Hurt, but alive. It couldn't help but bring a smile to her face.
> "[I found him leaning against a tree,]" Bulat said. "[Small cuts, nothing serious. The enemy was dead. Three men!]"

>>40850521

> At those words, the other two nomads raised their voices in a boisterous cheer. Even Janus joined in, although he didn't understand what they were saying.
> Thistle thought she saw Salki flash them a grin and raise his hand, as if to modestly ward off the praise.
> "[It wasn't hard,]" he said, "[they were farmers, not warriors. I just needed a small rest. Hisein said to wait for you here. Where is he?]"
> The mood immediately dampened, although not as much as Thistle had expected. "[He went back to buy us time,]" Bulat said, the first one to break the silence.
> Salki thought for a moment, then his face cleared up. "[He will be fine. We will wait here. Bulat, let me down and make a fire. Temir, take care of the horses. Zaur-]"
> Only then did he notice the youth, still sitting on the mare. "[Are you hurt?]"
> "[Not badly,]" Zaur quickly said, "[only a scratch. I will be fine tomorrow.]"
> This gave Salki pause, and he looked to the blacksmith. "[You still have the things. Oh, what happened to you?]" That last bit was directed to Thistle, who had dragged herself closer to where Salki was sitting.
"[Nothing. Tired.]"
> At her modest words, Bulat came closer and patted her back affectionately. "[Don't listen to Thistle. She dragged the blacksmith things from where we left them, to the river. The sun was not yet highest in the sky when we found the river!]"
> That earned her an admiring, nearly disbelieving look from Salki. "[Wow!]" he said, sounding for all the world like the young boy she'd met when she first came into the nomad camp.
> It was making her blush and she had to avert her eyes.
> "[Okay, Bulat, help Zaur down. Watch for enemies. Temir, scout around in the circle, make sure there is no one on our trail. When you're back, you and Bulat will take first watch. Me and Janus will take second. Then you in the early morning. We will wait for Hisein until evening tomorrow, then we will leave in the night.]"
> The others considered this plan, and seemed to find no fault with it. Salki sounded decisive, in charge, and seemed to know what he was doing. It filled Thistle's heart with pride.
> "[Do you think they will still search for us? We bloodied them this morning, and when the ones you killed don't come back, they will know we are no easy prey. No doubt Hisein will take some more.]"
> Salki gave this a moment's thought. "[You are probably right, but we should not lose our care. We will leave in the night and head for the mountains. Hisein knows this - if he doesn't find us before then, he will follow us and meet us ahead.]"
> His reasoning was good, but Thistle couldn't help lowering her head in sadness. She couldn't shake the feeling that Hisein's mission had been a suicide one, and that the big hunter had known it.
> Part of her wanted to go back and look for him, even while the rest of her know just how monumentally stupid that would be.

>>40850524

> In this matter, she thought, she would have to fully trust Salki's judgement. His hunter's instincts were apparently serving him well.

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Uh oh, hopefully this isn't the end of our intrepid hero!
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bumping to read later

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>>40852717

>>40850536
Noooooo! Don't you dare kill off Saddam Hussein! He needs to come back and save Salki from this cumthirsty cougar!

>>40855237
Slow day bump

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>>40856238

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pon wants brushies

>>40850536
Very nice update! It's good to see that most of them seem safe for now. I have high hopes for Hisein.

Thanks writefag,

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Maid did all her chores in half the time
Wore herself out

܂>>40850524
>months of work which had hardened her muscles
Endurance is a different thing.
>warm, stale water
At this point she is pretty used to it. She needs to teach the nomads how to boil the water before drinking it.
>Something warm tricked down her thigh
Oh cmon she is not that old to piss herself!
>ugly, purple lines down her chest
Hopefully its not infected already.
>If she tried to keep going
Well, the good thing is that she is a pony. They are looking for the nomads, not a pony.She cold stay here resting then go after the nomads. Maybe it will take a week to catch up, so she better remember how to navigate.
>to that dead village
Would be funny if it turns out that village is the winter place for some of the town folks.
>laid across the large mare's back
Not the stallion's back? Missed opportunity here. Bug strong stallion carrying a small weak poner.
>We will not go very fast
I'm surprised that the horses can keep up. Horses are not known for endurance.
>It wasn't a particularly comfortable position
Poor mare. She just got piss soaked sack put on her.
>Thistle heaved a sad sigh, fearing for the big nomad's life.
Thistle would not care about Hisein. Mayor does.
>pressed her face into the large mare's withers
Now imagine if it were the stallion!
>Thistle got a noseful of horse
Is the mare checking out what she is carrying on her back?
>nor did she have a clock to really measure it
She should invent the sundial. But wait that requires a compass. Damn.
>he only pulled the cart a short way
I don't know why he needs a stone anvil. I'm pretty sure they can find suitable stones around their camp.
>her skin tugged at the wounds
And probably a few hairs from the horse stuck into the scars.
>simply flopped to her other side
Heh.
>leaning on Bulat as they hobbled closer
Not a good sign.
>The enemy was dead. Three men!
Not good. He should have only wounded them enough to stop following him.
>Hisein's mission had been a suicide one
Well if they were followed by farmers which were unable to kill Salki in a 3 on 1 then Hisein will be fine.

Thanks for the update!

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You should possessively caress and slap your maid mare's flanks at least once per day.

>>40866296
Are you /slapmaxxing/? I have been training and can now slap at 9 slaps a second with one hand. That's 18 slaps a second with two hands, either slapping one mare on both flanks, or slapping two separate mares.

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>>40866628
Those are lucky mares anon.

heading off to work bump

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>>40867923
pony waits patiently for master to come home

>>40868850
>master was late and she was getting hungry and shes not allowed to use the stove without supervision

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poner is lazy!
LAZY!

>>40850536

> A hand shook her awake in the darkness and Thistle groaned in pain as she turned away from it. Her eyes were sticky, but even when she finally opened them, she was surrounded by gloom.
> There was no moon, and the only light came from a torch.
"[Bulat?]"
> "[Wake up. We are moving,]" the nomad told her.
> They'd discussed this when they met up with Salki, but Thistle couldn't believe it was time already. She felt as if she had barely lain down a few minutes ago, but her limbs were stiff and when she tentatively stretched her hind legs, quick bursts of pain shot up her nerves.
"[Ow! I don't think I can...]"
> The nomad watched her in silence for a few seconds, and she could not read his expression in the dark. Her ears folded and Thistle mentally braced herself to force her poor legs to work and climb to her hooves.
> Bulat's hand came down to ruffle the short fur on her side. "[Take your time, I will pack your things.]"
> True to his word, the nomad began gathering up the few animal fur blankets she'd unpacked in the afternoon, not so much because it was cold, but so she wouldn't sleep on the itchy grass.
> Thistle slid off the makeshift cot and began to carefully work her limbs, testing just how far they could bend without her tendons feeling like they would snap. She rolled to her back and gripped a hind leg with both hooves so she could pull it against her belly.
> The pain made her wince, but after the first jolt it became bearable. She thought, as she moved and warmed up, that it was getting better and her joints moved a bit more freely.
"[What- hah- what about Janus' cart?]" she asked.
> Her nomad friend didn't answer until he'd finished tying her cot into a roll, then waved a hand in the direction of the others. "[He is making it so the horses can pull it. We will not go as fast now and we can walk. Only Salki and Zaur have to ride.]"
"[Huh. That's good. I'm glad we don't have to leave it behind.]"
> She suspected the crafty blacksmith would have been able to make himself another anvil sooner or later, but that, along with a few bronze ingots, would give him an important head start. Bronze, or perhaps it was brass? She couldn't quite tell the metals apart, not from a quick glimpse she'd caught when Janus had shown them the contents.
> There was probably suitable ore in the nomads' lands, but it would have to be found and dug up, and smelted, which would take a lot of time and effort. If the blacksmith could immediately produce a few useful items and, perhaps, a few weapons, his place in the nomad camp would be cemented.
> She'd told him as much, and Janus had agreed. He'd offered to start forging weapons for the nomads while they were on the way, but she'd declined, especially once she understood that he'd first have to make coal, or they'd have to steal some from the next village they passed.

>>40869859

> That meant there was little choice but to lug the heavy thing over the mountains and pray to Celestia its wheels didn't break until they were well clear of danger.
> If that happened...
> Hisein had said they would use the donkeys and the horses to carry the contents, and the rest of them would walk. They were used to it, after all.
> As these thoughts rushed through her quickening mind, Thistle finished her stretches and tried tentatively to put some weight on her limbs. It was uncomfortable, and her legs had a tendency to buckle, but with some concentration she could stand.
> A test step proved that she would be able to walk on her own, which was a relief. Being carried by one of the horses was both uncomfortable and humiliating.
> She glanced at the bundle of furs which had been her bed, and considered trying to get it on her back. She crouched for a moment to test how stable her legs were, and nearly fell flat on her muzzle as, at the crucial moment, her muscles gave way.
> There was little choice: she wouldn't be able to carry any significant burden and her ears were already wilting as she cleared her throat to admit this to Bulat.
> The words died in her throat when the nomad hefted the package onto his shoulder and walked off in the direction of their animals. Lacking anything else to do, Thistle clamped her mouth shut and followed him.
> Her other friends had already loaded up the donkeys and one of the horses. The remaining three beasts were at the centre of some activity.
> On two of them, she saw, Salki and Zaur were already sitting, while Janus was explaining how to use the makeshift reins he'd produced out of an old tent. This involved much repetition and arm-waving, but the two were holding the loop of leather in both hands in what at least looked like a proper grip.
> Thistle had no personal experience for this, but since the reins connected firmly to each horse's halter, she guessed it would work to help direct the animals' heads wherever the nomads wished to go.
> The third horse, she saw, already had a crude collar made of quickly chopped branches, wrapped with a ribbon of leather to make it smoother.
"[Where did all this leather come from?]" she asked no one in particular.
> Bulat, who was standing next to her and watching the proceedings, answered: "[Janus had them in his pack. I think he cut up one of the tents we left behind.]"
"[Clever.]"
> The others became aware of her presence, and the lesson in horseback riding came to an abrupt end. Janus hurried closer and crouched down next to the mare. "You well?" he asked. "Let me look. You hurt from cart. Let me look."
> He motioned to Bulat, who lowered his torch so it lit up Thistle's coat. She blinked in the sudden light and averted her face, lest it completely ruin her night vision.
> A hiss escaped her as the blacksmith poked and prodded around her shoulders, examining the cuts where the harness had bitten into her flesh.

>>40869862

> "Not good," he murmured. "You need water. Clean water. Otherwise it will give you heat."
> The particular choice of words made Thistle's ears jump forward, and she took an involuntary step back.
"Heat?"
> "You know!" Janus said, punctuated by more arm waving. "Not feel well. Weak. Heat."
"Oh. Fever. Yes, I know."
> She hadn't thought of it until this moment, but he was right. She would have to clean her wounds and hope they wouldn't get infected. She'd tried to explain to her nomad friends once why wounds would get infected if not cleaned, and sometimes even despite it, but she doubted they had believed her.
> The important part was that they knew the simple cause and effect: wounds had to be kept clean, or the person would contract a fever and possibly die.
> Unfortunately, 'clean' was a relative term, and some of the camp nomads used some very questionable materials and methods. She'd seen more than one child with river mud plastered on their skin.
> She shook her head of these thoughts for now, and looked at Salki.
"[We will need to find a stream. I must wash my wounds.]"
> He gave it some thought, then asked: "[Bulat? Did you see a stream when you scouted around?]"
> "[Yes! That way, maybe two thousand paces,]" he replied immediately and held out his arm.
> "[We will go and fill our water skins, and let the animals drink. Then we will turn north-east and head for the mountains.]"
> He was forgetting a very important detail, and Thistle's ears wilted.
"[What about Hisein?]"
> There was an uncomfortable silence, until Salki broke it at last: "[We cannot go back. It is important we get these horses and Janus back to our people. If Hisein is alive, he will catch us. He is our best tracker, and he will be able to move faster than we.]"
> The mare closed her eyes, then gave the tiniest of nods. She hadn't expected anything else, and a part of her wanted to argue. They should go back and look for him.
> What if the man was lying in the forest, wounded and unable to get up? But for an hour's walking, they might find him.
> What if he was dead?
> Salki had beaten his pursuers, but who was to say all their enemies were simple peasants? If they had only a couple of hunters in the other group or, worse, warriors, then Thistle didn't think even Hisein could hold his own for long, not if he was trying to slow them down to give her and the others time to escape.
> She let her head hang low for a few moments, burdened by these dark, sad thoughts, then she straightened up and heaved a sign. Ponies hoped, perhaps even more so than nomads. She would hold on to that hope, at least until they reached the mountains.
> If Hisein was able, he would find them before then.
> "[Okay, let's go,]" Salki said.

>>40869867

> As if on a pre-arranged signal, Bulat hurried to the front, accompanied by Temir, who held his bow with an arrow nocked. Janus went to the donkeys and got them moving, and Salki and Zaur spurred their two horses forward.
> The moment Thistle thought that word she looked at their feet, but of course there were no metal spurs attached to their soft, leather wraps.
> She wondered for a moment if she should introduce that ancient Equestrian cruelty to Earth. Maybe they already had it? For all she knew, Janus would whip up some shiny, bronze spurs for them as soon as they came home.
> Despite the danger, and the worry over Hisein, she wondered what it would be like if Salki got a pair and used them on her.
> Her tail flicked a few times and she chased that image out of her mind before it made her blush like a first-year school filly.
> Thistle snorted, half in self-derision, half in amusement, and began to walk. Moving was helping her stressed muscles, and exercise would soothe the ache, as long as they didn't go too fast. There was also cool water to look forward to.
> As they left their clearing, she glanced back and tried to pierce the gloom under the trees. It would have been better if Hisein had caught up with them.

>>40869872

A short one today, thanks to energy-sucking work, but by Jove this is going to keep moving forward, or I'll die trying!

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>>40869874
Thanks for the update!

>>40869872
>> She wondered for a moment if she should introduce that ancient Equestrian cruelty to Earth.
Okay but how are ponies going to use spurs? Do ponies really ride ponies?

>>40871924

Given the show did have actual saddles, I imagine minotaur or griffin conquerors might have used such a thing. Possibly it became a fetish thing a thousand years later.

Hmmm there might be a short story in there somewhere...

܂>>40869872
>Bulat?
Not Salki?
>gripped a hind leg with both hooves so she could pull it against her belly
I bet Salki would have loved that.
>while they were on the way
I would rather look for suitable places to obtain materials from.
>make coal
You mean charcoal? Coal is mined, charcoal is made from wood.
>Clean water.
Now that they can make a metal pot, they can boil water properly.
>need to find a stream
Didn't they walked through one while escaping?
>if she should introduce that ancient Equestrian cruelty to Earth
Who used that in Equestria? Also why did she wondered about it? Does she want more violence and cruelty?
>and used them on her
Oh. Well that's one reason to consider!

Thanks for the update!

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Slaves for the mob

>>40866628
So that's what vega has been up to when he should be writing

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Hey, not sure how many of you guys are aware, but over in the /chag/ AI thread a month ago, I released a slave pony AI card scenario. If any of you guys have experience with something like SillyTavern, or want to get into AI, feel free to download my Ponies Eager to Serve 2 card. Just felt like dropping this here, so you guys can own your own AI pony pet/slave.
https://www.chub.ai/characters/anonistrator/ponies-eager-to-serve-2-serve-harder-4322f729

>>40877871
thanks mang
i dont really do chatbots but its neat

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She fancies herself master's mistress

>>40877871
Can you provide some examples what its capable of?
How does it handle the mandatory bath time?

>>40878612
Master knows best. If poni is stinky and needs a bath, poni will obey.

>>40878593
Well I mean shes right soooooo

>>40878593
>indentured servant
Pony debt slavery is a much more interesting concept to me than blanket pony slavery. There's more to each individual pony's story than becoming and remaining a slave simply for being a pony.
For instance, maybe maidpon had a clumsy episode and accidentally broke something too expensive for her to pay for, and she remains a slave because the combined total of all of her living expenses master adds to her debt is more than she can possibly earn back.

>>40879459
>pony "accidentally" breaks master's stuff every month or two because she likes this more than getting her own place and having to stress over bills

>>40879459
ouran highschool horse club

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>>40880971

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>>40881447

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>>40881465

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pon wants pets

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pony is for getting fake internet points
pony does her job or else

idea
>Portal opens to Equestria
>either naturally or due to humanity's doing
>but instead of leading to normal Equestria it leads to one of the alternate ones where a major villain won like Sombra or NMM
>Humanity has to contend with an actual threat
how do you figure things would go for humans

>>40884405
Sombra was a chump that threw an endless line of mind controlled footsoldiers into battle.
NMM was much better being one superunit leading an army that can actually think, but considering how the entire royal guard is the jobbing club I'm not sure how much that would matter.
Bugfuture would probably result in the changelings being better off in human care.
Tirek is just a dude, he has to walk his ass around chasing after helicopters hauling away crates of poners.
So I guess it all works out fine unless that portal opens to discord or ashlands.

Anyone who says a pegasus mare is the most monkey hungry has never met a bat mare.

>>40885032
Its the wings that do it

I gots nothing today, due to a twin reason of project deadline (~3 weeks), and computer trouble (probably memory module starting to fail, but I'm not sure). I'm getting new computer parts tomorrow, presumably, so I'll try and catch up on some Meyermer over the weekend.

Alas...

>>40887155
>40887155
Good luck buddy.

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Pony is gonna get fat at this rate.
Master needs to put her on a diet.

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blep

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Rarity has been very disobedient and needs to be disciplined. She needs to learn not to talk back to Master.

Sadly, she's still got a very long way to go. Bad girl.

>>40894984

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a promised soap bubble doodle, looking proud of her obnoxious colors

>>40897140
Aw. She even gets a nice leather collar rather than a plastic or aluminium one.

>>40889511
Master needs to teach her a lesson.
But the only thing he will achieve is make her even more sneaky.

>>40897140
Very cute
I'm not sure what colors I expected but eyehurty green wasn't it. The pink is nice though.

>>40897196
nothing like old flesh to let her know you care :^)
>>40897977
in my grand design for her and my own lil world, shes the product of special talent eugenics at a big corporatation. her skills and stuff are pretty top tier, but her colors were scuffed as a result. probably why anon got her on discount

>>40898715
Poor lil hoers works hard and doesnt get the affection she deserves

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Comfort pony takes good care of master
Being a hoomin is hard and she does her best to make it a little easier

>>40899858
precious comfort pony doing a very good job today

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She gets like this every time I bring home icecream.
I know ponies have a sweet tooth but this is ridiculous.

>>40897977
Would still snuggle in bed. Would still fuggle in bed

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How would she fare?

>>40902448
I get the feeling this pony would never use her own bedroom.
Not because she's lewding her human, but because she's so lazy that she falls asleep on the couch after watching tv past 2am every day.

wake up

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Small pet poner!

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Poner stole the freshly made cookies!

If you purchase a bedmare and do not for sexual her, will it cause insecurity?

>>40904417
Depends on her training. Maybe she will think she has to be extra good for you to take her, and she will try everything to please you. Make you breakfast, clean, etc.

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the ultimate fate of all dirty poners

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>>40904304
Pictured: me and Twilight on our way to the bathroom after she got lathered an entire shelf-worth of various jams following her fruitless bid to climb said shelf to get to the cookie jar.

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Little maid makes a mistake.

>>40905369

>>40869872

> The pain came and went in waves, but to Thistle's relief it wasn't debilitating, and seemed to be getting better as the day progressed. When it became too bad, and she couldn't go any further, one of the hunters lifted her up to Zaur's horse so she could rest her legs.
> That was utterly embarrassing, and quite uncomfortable, but it was the only way they could keep moving. Their progress was slower than before, which was to be expected, but despite their wounded and the exhaustion they must all have felt, the group made good distance toward the white-capped mountains.
> They stopped only for a short, cold lunch and Thistle did her best to eat some of the unpalatable grass while the nomads attacked their bits of dried and smoked meat. She knew they still had a whole bag of grain somewhere, but no one had wanted to go look for it and she hadn't insisted.
> The grass would be enough to stave off the worst hunger until that evening, when Salki promised they would cook. That was important. Thistle knew she would have to pull Janus' little cart as soon as she was able and over the mountains, and she would need all the calories she could get for that trip.
> It was just barely possible to get the horse to pull it, but the harness was unfit and the animal kept trying to shake, or brush it off. More than once the cart had gotten stuck on a tree limb or a thick bush stem, and the horse had nearly panicked, clearly unused to this type of burden. As it was, Janus had had to put in nearly as much effort in controlling the thing as he would have in dragging it himself.
> On a few occasions Thistle had found his antics funny, but made sure he didn't see her grin. It was unseemly. Soon, she hoped, her wounds would heal, at least enough for her to resume the job she'd agreed to take.
> Of Hisein, there was no sign. Thistle kept looking back, both when she was riding the mare, and when she was walking, although during one of those times she'd tripped on a creeper vine and bloodied her nose. That taught her to stop before turning her head back, or at least make sure the path before her was clear.
> The old hunter would have laughed at her little accident, and he would doubtless have turned it into a small lesson on paying attention.
> It was late afternoon and Bulat had gone ahead to look for a suitable camping spot when Janus fell in step with Thistle and cleared his throat. She glanced at him, but then back to make sure she wouldn't trip again.
> "Pony land go longer than mountain?" he asked, raising his hand to indicate the distant peaks.
"Yes. It is far. It is not pony land, but the land of the nomads. Salki and his people."
> "Good, good," he replied thoughtfully. He seemed to be struggling with some idea and Thistle waited patiently for him to spit it out.

>>40907040

> When it didn't happen for a while, she gave him another, longer gaze, and asked:
"What is it?"
> "Um. Hmm," Janus mumbled, picking words with care. "There many mare in pony land?"
"Mare?! No, just me," she said, confused by his question. "Why?"
> The answer was very different from what the blacksmith had been expecting, and his mouth fell open. He turned and walked sideways so he could stare at Thistle. "No mare?!" he exclaimed. "No mare for Salki? No mare for Hisein and Bulat and Zaur? How small nomad? Where nomad not all dead?"
> For a moment Thistle thought he'd found her secret and all the blood in her body rushed to her muzzle, leaving her slightly lightheaded. Only after forcing herself to take a breath and think did she understand.
"Oh! You mean women. Not mare, woman. Mare is pony, woman is nomad. You understand?"
> Janus nodded eagerly and his face cleared up as the misunderstanding passed. "Yes, wo-man. Many wo-man in nomad land?"
"Yes, there are many women living in the nomad camp. Why?"
> He fell back in step with her, but would no longer meet her gaze. Instead, the young man looked in a different direction and refused to answer.
"Well?" she prodded after a few steps.
> His words came out quietly, as if Janus wasn't sure he was allowed to say them: "Wo-men for Janus?"
> This time the blush made it to Thistle's face and she also looked in a different direction. How should she even answer? Was Janus only going with them for the promise of a- of a *marefriend*? Well, marefriend, but for nomads. Woman-friend? Wife?
"M-Maybe?"
> He twirled back and went on to explain eagerly: "Janus only, understand? No woman, only Janus. Want woman, but no-" he made a little circle of his fingers and moved his hand rapidly up and down in a gesture Thistle didn't quite grasp. Seeing her blank look, he did the same, except near his groin.
> This clicked and with her gasp of indignation Thistle accidentally inhaled a bit of spittle, which sent her into a coughing fit. She had to stop walking as she tried to hack up the fluid from her larynx. Even when it was done, she remained standing still, not sure what to tell Janus. He was standing beside her, red in the face, but also looking at her with concern.
> She saw he'd already raised his hand to slap her on the back, but she shook her head.
"I'm fine," she croaked.
> "Okay."
> After taking a few halting, uncomfortable lungfuls of air, Thistle though she was well enough to continue and began walking again. Janus took this as a sign that they could continue their very inappropriate conversation. "So, nomad land woman for Janus?" he prompted.

>>40907041

> Her thoughts went to Ning and Thistle wondered if Hisein would have given the girl to Janus in exchange for becoming the tribe's blacksmith. She feared the answer was yes, and her muzzle scrunched up in distaste. She liked Hisein after having gotten to know him, but he was still a savage in many ways.
> For that matter, so was Salki, but at least he was younger and she thought she could guide him in a better direction. He wasn't yet set in his ways like some of the older nomads.
> She stopped thinking about it and considered Saule. Would she be interested in someone like Janus? Her grandfather had been good with his hands, and Saule had spent a lot of time helping Bakar and Thistle with their bow project.
> Would the nomad girl find the broad-shouldered man attractive? Thistle gave his face a closer look and tried to decide.
> Janus kept his facial hair trimmed a little shorter than the nomads, who only chopped their beards off as a thing of practicality, rather than style. There were a few in the camp who shaved, at least partially, but it was not the norm.
> Janus was a little shorter than most of the nomad hunters, but he was undoubtedly strong. He was also a blacksmith, and Thistle was certain this skill would bring him much prestige.
> Knowledge of that nature wasn't genetic, but some nomads might think so and his children, when he had them, would probably learn the craft, whatever their disposition. If he really could find the ores he needed, and produced the weapons and tools like Janus claimed her could, he could become a very powerful man indeed.
> Since he only knew how to speak Equestrian, that would give Thistle herself a degree of added respect and influence, since she would be the one teaching him the nomad language, and translating for him as needed. True, Salki, Hisein, Bulat, and Temir could speak the language to varying degrees, but the mare was still the best person to translate.
> She noticed that Janus was still watching her hopefully, and she gave him a bright smile.
"I think many women will want to be with you in the camp. You will be the only blacksmith."
> That cheered him right up, and the young man rubbed his hands together in eager anticipation.
"You will need to learn the nomad language. Only Salki can speak Equestrian, and the others a little. Even Salki is bad at it."
> "Yes, I learn!" Janus assured her and kept his eyes on her expectantly.
> Thistle realized he meant *right now*, and after a moments' surprise, she shrugged to herself. It would pass the time.
"Okay, I will teach you some words, first. Repeat what I say," she began, and cleared her throat. "Pony. [Pony.] Nomad. [Nomad.]"

> ~~~~

>>40907044

> Thistle sat a little ways from the fire, with her back turned to the feeble orange glow. Something was sizzling on a stick above it, a critter Bulat had killed with his bow while he was scouting ahead. She hardly even noticed the smell of burning meat anymore.
> They'd made the firepit small, the flames barely hot enough to char their dinner a little. It was in a hole, dug into the ground, so it couldn't be seen very far. The nomads had also waited for the sun to go down and the dark to fall, so any smoke rising into the sky from their hidden camp would be invisible.
> Those were all good precautions and Thistle agreed with them fully. There was only one problem: if they made themselves impossible to find, how would Hisein catch up with them?
> On some level she knew this particular hope was irrational, but another part of her still held on to it. Until they reached the mountains, she'd promised herself. After that she would accept the big hunter was dead.
> She wanted to be alone for a while, away from the others, so she could try and sort her thoughts out. Why was she *this* concerned over Hisein? Sure, she liked him, or at least thought she did, when she overlooked his tendency to punish any slight, not to mention the larger personality flaw of keeping slaves, but he wasn't Bakar, nor Salki, nor Saule. He wasn't one of the nomads she'd formed friendships with.
> Or had she?
> The mare shook her head in dismay. Whether she and Hisein were friends would entirely depend on what *he* thought of her. Friendship was something mutual, not a one-way thing. Now that he was gone, she couldn't really resolve it. She really hadn't spoken with him enough to know.
> Her ears flicked back when she heard footsteps, and the faint breeze brought her the familiar scent of Salki, even if it was tainted by the lump of meat he carried. She didn't turn to help him, even when she heard his limp.
> Moments later he stopped beside her, and Thistle was just about to look when Salki sat down. He draped his arm around her withers, which sent a tiny jolt of pain through her as he touched her wounds, but Thistle didn't react. A hug was nicer than the discomfort, and just what she needed. "[Why are you sitting here alone?]" he asked her.
"[Thinking.]"
> "[About what?]"
> She didn't answer immediately and Salki made a guess: "[Hisein?]"
"[How will he find us?]"
> That question earned her a little chuckle from the nomad. "[Easily. He is one of our best trackers. Do not think yourself so stealthy that Hisein could not follow you. Not to mention the horses.]"
> His words made sense, and Thistle's heart lightened a little. There was still the fact that Hisein hadn't caught up to them yet, and that boded ill, but at least she didn't have to worry about him missing them.

>>40907047

> "[Do you want some grain broth?]" Salki asked. "[I made some. I have taken the meat out.]" He waved the lump in his hand as he said, as if to demonstrate, then put it in his mouth.
> Thistle shook her head, but her stomach betrayed her with a loud gurgle. She pressed her forehooves over it, but that did nothing for the continued grumble.
> Salki patted the side of her barrel and pressed the mare against himself briefly as he chewed and swallowed. "[Come, let's join the others and you can eat.]"
> She didn't move, but Thistle placed a hoof over Salki's hand to keep it in place.
"[Soon. Sit with me a little.]"
> He'd tensed to stand up, but now his body relaxed and Thistle was happy to sense him lean against her. At least he no longer doubted her strength. "[What do you want to talk about?]"
"[Janus asked me something strange earlier.]"
> "[What?]"
"[He wanted to know if any nomad women would be interested in him.]"
> Salki gave this some serious thought, then his shoulders shot up in a shrug. His hand jerked a little under her hoof, but he didn't remove it. "[Probably. I don't know.]"
"[I said that some would be interested because he is our first blacksmith.]"
> "[Oh! That's probably true. Yeah, I guess.]"
> It was nice to know she hadn't inadvertently lied to the newest member of their group.
> They sat in silence for a while longer and Thistle felt Salki begin to fidget. His foot began to twitch up and down, and he played with the fur on her barrel with his fingers. He would want to get up very soon, so she tried to think of another topic to keep him still for at least a few more seconds.
"[What is it like to ride a horse the whole day?]"
> That question made Salki laugh heartily. His free hand slapped his back and then his thighs. "[Everything hurts. I would have been easier to walk, I think! Everything here, and here,]" he patted his belly and his groin, "[is numb. If you straddled me right now, I would not feel anything.]"
> She couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image, and her mood lightened at the way Salki was joking, even at his own expense.
"[Perhaps we should do that before we are together. You might last longer.]"
> Her voice was low, but Salki roared with more laughter. Thistle heard the conversation around the fire stop, and she could clearly imagine everyone turning their way, curious what was so funny. Her muzzle colored and she was glad she was still facing away, not to mention that it was dark.
> "[That is good! I will show you how long I can go. When we are further away, I will be on watch in the night. Come and find me.]"

>>40907051

> It sounded tantalizing, and just thinking about it was making Thistle's body wake up with suppressed need. Salki had been right, and they hadn't done it in a long time. She'd gotten used to it every night on the way over, and now she missed the intimacy, the release, and the mindless pleasure of it.
"[M-Maybe,]" she promised uncertainly even as she hunted for excuses. "[Shouldn't you be watching while you are on watch?]"
> "[Bah, why did you think I said 'when we are further away'? I will tell you when it is safe.]"
> Thistle imagined herself sneaking through the dark forest, tail already hitched up, the cool mountain breeze keeping the warmth under control. She would leave droplets of her essence behind, but that was fine and no one would notice. She would find Salki, a short distance away from the tents.
> Tent, she corrected herself.
> She would have to clean herself well after, or the other nomads might smell something.
> When had she decided she would do it?!
> The mare hung her head and gave in. Salki was insatiable, and she wasn't far behind, not when he was so exotic, and so malleable to her training. Maybe, soon, she would teach him how to use his tongue.
> She had to stop these thoughts or she would begin to leak right now!
"[Let's go back. I'm hungry.]"
> Salki stood slowly, and she remained still to allow him to lean on her back. Unfortunately it was too low for him to use while hobbling back to the fire, but she stayed next to him for moral support, of nothing else.

>>40907054

A bit of calm and peaceful during a stressful escape, surely Thistle has earned it?

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>>40907041
>> His words came out quietly, as if Janus wasn't sure he was allowed to say them: "Wo-men for Janus?"
My dick led me to places I wouldn't go with a gun.

>>40907060
Very nice! Even these less eventful updates are great. You are a very talented writer! I can't wait for the next update. You've got me hooked on this green.

bumping to read later

>>40907060
These two don't even hide it anymore, do they

>>40907937

>>40908947

mares!

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>pony-made proslavery propaganda
Surprisingly popular

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What do you think about this character?

>>40910916
pass

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Some ponies don't handle mornings well.
Make sure you're buying a pony that can be active at the hours needed.

܂>>40907054
>did her best to eat some of the unpalatable grass
I bet the horses did the same.
>kept looking back
Her bad eyesight is not helping.
>bloodied her nose
Mayor keeps collecting injuries. Some might think its deliberate!
>Good, good
I don't think he realized just how far is it. Btw why didn't Mayor asked Janus about what happened to the ponies?
>There many mare in pony land?
Heh.
>No mare for Salki?
Well he is the lucky one.
>You mean women
Hm, why does Mayor have an Equestrian word for women? Female would be ok.
>Why?
Come on don't be so innocent.
>Want woman, but no-
Is he castrated or something?
>Ning
At least they will have something in common: neither speaks the nomad language.
>She feared the answer was yes
"Selling" Ning "pure" was his original plan anyways.
>but some nomads might think so
Does she really trying to sell Janus to the nomads right now?
>she would be the one teaching him the nomad language
She learned it by herself. What makes her think that Janus can't learn it by himself too?
>Pony. [Pony.]
Starting with the most important words I see.
>how would Hisein catch up with them?
Hopefully he won't. One less person who Mayor will have to fight once she gains some power.
>He draped his arm around her withers
Ugh greasy, gross fingers from eating meat.
>as he touched her wounds
Hopefully he wont infect them.
>something strange
Its not strange.
>What is it like to ride a horse the whole day?
If she wants to find out she will have to train Salki a bit.
>Come and find me.
Why do I have the feeling that Hisein will find this opportunity to turn up?
>When had she decided she would do it?!
It was never a question.

Thanks for the update!

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Little Lyrer found a cool stick.

>>40912082
cute

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Did an AI chat thing where a slightly different version of yours truly bought Delta Vee to have a dirt-cheap cumdump.

I'd ask "why am I so fucked up that it's easier to contemplate buying a slave and raping her than dating?"

And then I remember all the damage that my mother did to me, and all the damage that she continues to do to my father because she's the sort of scum who'd manipulate a weak-minded abuse victim...

... and I stop wondering what's wrong with me, because that explains it.

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>>40911310
There's an entire subspecies built for nightshift work.
Very convenient.

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>>40913070
I have a really comfy life with no issues and I still want to own a pony. It's way easier to live bachelor style and have a maid/toy that will never leave you and listen to every order. Everything a man needs without the nagging

>>40913722
would you still want a pet mare if you couldn't have sex with her?

>>40913978
Do you pet cats?

>>40909593

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Officemare is a professional cutie.

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>>40910595
Her favorite spot

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poner is well trained

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Ponies enjoy human games
Its just harder to play them with hooves

>>40919017
Just have to get her one of those pony typewriter-inspired binary keyboards.

>>40919339
She looks cute.

>>40920121
>sees the missed spot so easily
Bigwhite just joined the maid division.

>>40913050
Very unusual uniform.

>>40911765
Poner needs regular walkies to stay healthy.
Also she likes seeing pretty flowers.

>>40902448
she loves cloth

>>40921599
Pony spent nearly twenty minutes chasing a leaf as it blew down the sidewalk.
Master is gonna get so many fake internet points from this video.

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>>40904435
>Bedmare is at her wits end
>She's become a plumber
>An electrical engineer
>A carpenter
>A bricklayer
>Along with a whole host of other skills she thought would earn her master's satisfaction
>She expected she might have to take up housekeeping or meal preparation, and mind you, she has
>But she's gone far beyond any expectation drilled into her mind during training
>Through her efforts his home looks and functions better than the day it was built
>Yet master still does nothing to her
>Shower? They both take care of their own intimates.
Kitchen? Nothing but an ear scratch no matter how far she's stretched herself across the island.
>Lazing on the couch? He'll allow her to snuggle up to him, and play with her mane as she does, but it never goes any farther.
>In bed? He'll simply spoon her with his arms around her barrel and belly, and that's the closest she's ever gotten to fulfilling her duty.
>He doesn't even move his arm over to place his hand on her teats, even though she knows for a fact it would be a more comfortable position for him.
>She doesn't understand why he still avoids her, even after all she's tried, and the voice in the back of her head telling her to take the initiative grows louder each day.

>>40923648

If you have two pet mares you don't have to deal with giving them baths as often because horses groom each other.

>>40923726
Being a pet is tough sometimes.
Stay strong poner!

Meyermer will be a couple hours late today, due to a mandatory fun event at work. Big corp be like that...

>>40907054

> Thistle felt increasingly weak on her hooves, and her muscles could do less and less with ever passing hour. She'd tried to dismiss it at first, and had ascribed the weakness to extreme fatigue, but when she woke up in the middle of one night, covered in sweat and shivering, there was no denying it. She had a fever.
> When she told the nomads, they let her ride on the big mare that whole day so she could rest, and Salki even cooked a grain broth without meat to try and tempt her. Thistle had no appetite, but she forced herself to eat, even when it threatened to come back up on more than one occasion.
> Despite the day's heat, she made sure to bundle herself in furs, especially during the times when sweat liberally poured of her. It helped that they were gradually beginning to rise up into the mountains and the air was getting cooler.
> It had to be her wounds. Despite the care she and Janus had taken to bathe them in fresh water and her best efforts to keep them clean, one might have gotten infected. The only other explanation was a sudden cold, but with how hot the weather had been it was very unlikely. It could also have been the stress of the fighting and their mad escape, or the sorrow at losing Hisein.
> Once Salki could walk a bit more easily she led him to the small, clear stream on the mountainous slope near their quick camp, and had him check and wash all her wounds. The water was icy, and even a slight dribble on her slowly-healing flesh caused jolts of pain which made her hiss.
"[Does it smell bad?]" she asked Salki.
> Her own sense of smell had gone almost as soon as the fever appeared, and besides, some of the wounds were in places she could not easily reach or examine herself.
> Salki gently poked his fingers at her tender skin and brought them to his nose. She watched his face closely. "[I think so. Maybe? It smells strange, but I don't know how wounds are supposed to smell. I'm not the shaman!]"
> The mare thought quickly. If the fever got any worse she would be in serious danger. She didn't have access to advanced Equestrian medicine, and the band of nomads with them had no idea how to even attempt to treat her illness. Hisein might have known something, purely by word of mouth, or perhaps through his long experience, but he had still not caught up with them.
> Thistle remembered her decision to give up hope when they reached the mountains and her ears lowered. It was time to accept that Hisein was gone.
> Lacking any other options, she tried to remember what she knew of medicine. Admittedly, it was not much. It hadn't featured in her political science curriculum.
"[Okay, wash all my wounds, okay? Wash them well, even if it hurts. We must get them clean, and then they must stay clean.]"

>>40925806

> Salki gave her a long look, and his brow furrowed, but he didn't say anything and eventually bent to scoop water up in his hand.
"[No. Wash your hands first. Scrub them with the sand and wash them!]"
> He looked at her again, strangely, but obeyed, and used the fine sand on the stream bank to scour the skin on his hands until it was nice and pink. Only then did Thistle let him begin washing her.
> The pressure on the wounds around her withers was especially painful, and she guessed one of those was likely infected. She grit her teeth and bore the occasional agonizing stab as her skin tore a little where it was not yet properly knitted.
> Unfortunately they didn't have any cloth to make bandages, so keeping her wounds clean would be hard. It was lucky that most of them were on the top, so she wouldn't have to grind them against the dirt and sweat of the large mare's back.
"[Salki? Can we follow the stream up the mountain?]
> "[Why? We can fill water skins.]"
> Thistle shook her head.
"[No, you will need to clean my wounds every day. The water has to be fresh!]"
> He seemed doubtful and glanced up toward the peak, as if trying to gauge the best way up the mountain. "[I don't know. The ground isn't very easy to walk on, it will be hard to get the horses up.]"
"[We have to try. We can go an easier way, but we must find a clear stream every evening. If we do not keep my wounds clean, I will get more sick. Maybe die.]"
> "[What? No,]" Salki said with a dismissive wave. "[No one dies from a small wound like this!]"
> She shook her head and resolved to ask the older people in the nomad camp. Surely they would know about wounds bringing on a fever. Even Janus had known, she remembered. It had been the blacksmith's advice to wash her wounds, but it seemed they hadn't been thorough enough, and now she was paying the price.
> Already her teeth were beginning to chatter, despite the heat of the sun on her back. The cool water trickling down her forelegs wasn't helping, but she forced herself to stillness, clamped her mouth firmly shut, and bore it like an earth pony.
"[Please, Salki. It's important. We will have to wash them again before sleeping. We should stay near the stream,]" she insisted.
> Salki gave this some thought and turned to the peaks again. They were following roughly the same way they had come, and would traverse the same mountain pass. Maybe Salki was worried that they'd lose their way? Thistle laid a hoof on his thigh.
"[We can find this stream when we stop each day. You're good at finding our way, right?]"

>>40925809

> How the nomads could navigate so well, Thistle had only the vaguest of ideas. At least it sounded reasonable, from the tidbits Hisein had taught her. Landmarks, excellent memory, and a good sense of direction. It really was as simple as that. She would have to really master that skill.
> Salki brushed his hand through her mane and said: "[We will try, okay?]"
"[Thank you.]"
> Perhaps someone in the camp would agree to continue teaching her, now that Hisein was gone.
> Thistle was barely aware of the hot, sticky tears dripping down her nose and into the stream below.

> ~~~~

> The weather cooled as they ascended and Thistle bundled herself in more furs. She was feverish and weak, but she thought it wasn't getting any worse, at least. The nomads accommodated her, but it slowed them down a lot. An extra pair of hooves would have come in handy to control the horses, let alone manage Janus' little cart.
> She could see it in Salki's face, each time he came to check on her. He was both worried, and annoyed at their slow pace and the many times they had to stop so Janus could untangle his cart and turn it upright.
> It seemed no matter how closely they watched the horse, it always overturned it. They were walking without a road now, making their way over treacherous, rocky ground.
> Their few remaining donkeys fared a little better than the horses and the nomads, in their desperation, had tried hitching the cart to one of them. It was better, but the beast tired much faster, so they had to keep stopping and shuffling all the cargo around.
> Now that it looked like the fever wouldn't get any worse, Thistle really wanted to be done with her illness so she could help and they could finally get back to the camp. It was the closest thing she had to a home.
> Her wounds had mostly closed, although she insisted they wash them every day in a miserable ritual of freezing cold water and the occasional sharp jolt of pain. Soon, she thought they would no longer be bound to the stream so tightly. Even better, Thistle thought she felt a bit less sore, her head a little clearer each day, her fever a little reduced.
>...
> When her appetite returned, everyone took it as a very good sign. For the first time in over a week, Thistle sat with the nomads around the fire, rather than slept, bundled in fur blankets. She'd taken a few remaining tubers they had in their packs and buried them in the embers to cook. Salki even brought their last bag of grain, and Thistle felt well enough to make some crude bread. That and the roasted tubers made for a very nourishing meal.

>>40925815

> Even the others were enticed by the smell. There wasn't much left, but she didn't mind sharing. Soon they would descend from the mountains and she could graze again, which would see her to the nomad camp. The bag only had to last a few more days.
> After that, they simply sat and talked. The biggest topic was, of course, Hisein, and the nomads reminisced about the man. Even Thistle shared some of her anecdotes as he'd taught her to mind her steps, or how to find water on the steppe, or how quickly he'd picked up Equestrian from her teachings.
> The atmosphere was getting melancholic, and Thistle wondered if she could excuse herself and go to sleep. It felt rude to Hisein's memory, so she stayed, staring into the fire, munching on what was left of the bread, and absentmindedly listening to the stories.
> A hand passed her a strange, clay pot, and the mare accepted it almost without thinking. There was something so familiar in the gesture that she lifted it to her muzzle almost before she'd smelled what it was.
> Alcoholic and strong. It smelled of honey, going stale, and some kind of fruit. Thistle's nose wiggled in surprise and she lowered it to stare at the container. It put her in mind of a flask, except it was pottery and quite heavy. She stared around the fire.
"[Where did this come from?]"
> Temir pointed with his finger. "[Janus had it in his cart.]"
> She examined the neck, which was only slightly thinner than the jug itself. There was a rim, caked with a hard, brittle substance. When she poked it with a hoof, it crumbled, and she brought a piece up to her nose. It was wax.
"Where did you get this?" she asked the blacksmith.
> He looked at her strangely for a moment, then shrugged. "Got from village. Man sell. Bad water." he explained, then grinned at the mare. "Drink!" he urged her.
"Man from where? Where did the man come from?"
> Janus gave a shrug as he answered: "Don't know. Man trader, came from away. Sell bad water. It is good."
> Thistle shrugged a little to herself and lifted the jug, but then paused and lowered it again.
"Do you know how to make this?"
> Her hoof tapped the jug carefully for emphasis. Janus shook his head. "No. It is a secret. Janus no tell man how to blacksmith, man no tell Janus how to make bad water."
> That was reasonable and not a huge surprise, but Thistle balanced a bit of wax on her hoof and held it up.
"What about this? This comes from bees. Do you know how to keep bees?"
> Unfortunately, Janus did not know the word. Thistle pushed the jug at Salki, climbed to her hooves, and proceeded to mimic buzzing around. She used her forelegs as best she could to indicate wings, and emitted quintessential bee noises.
> The nomads watched her in shock for a while, then laughed at her silly performance.

>>40925822

"Bees!" she said, ignoring the laughter in her elation. "Bees fly around flowers. You know?"
> Janus still looked blank, and shrugged apologetically to her. Thistle put him out of her mind and went to Salki, instead.
"[Do you know this animal? It is small and like a fly. It likes flowers!]"
> The nomad nodded and said a word. Thistle eagerly repeated it.
"[Bees! Yes, bees! We will keep bees!]"
> She hugged the surprised nomad, then sat down beside him again, the last remnants of her fever and ache forgotten in the sudden excitement. Only a slight ache in her muscles, and lack of oxygen still reminded her that she was not yet fully healed. It would pass.
> More importantly, why hadn't she thought of it before?
> Her mind was racing, making plans. They had to find a wild bee nest. They would build a wooden box for a hive and put it nearby, with something sweet inside to tempt the bees. If that failed, some nomad could wrap himself in thick leather and pick apart the wild hive to find the queen.
> Thistle didn't know a lot about beekeeping herself, but she'd seen some and could conjuncture the rest. It was a lot less complicated than things like linen, or blacksmithing.
> She smiled as she imagined this new source of both food and, provided she could figure out how to ferment honey, beverage. It would further increase her standing in the camp!
> Again, Salki passed her the jug, and this time Thistle lifted it up and drank.
> The mead was strong, and the berries in it left a distinct, pleasant aftertaste. It was a lot more palatable than nomad beer, and she couldn't help smiling when she passed it on to Temir at her other side.
> The warmth was solid and pleasant in her belly, and already she could feel it spreading outward.
> Perhaps it was the way Hisein would want to be remembered - in merriment. She would drink to his memory and say goodbye to the stoic nomad.
> Then - the night was young and full of promise. They were far from their pursuers. She leaned closer to Salki and whispered in his ear:
"[Are we far enough yet? Is it safe?]"
> He gave her a startled look and she laid a hoof on his leg, indecently high up, as she grinned back.
"[When is it your turn to guard?]" she went on.
> "[Last watch. Before sunrise.]"
"[I will wake up,]" Thistle promised, then motioned to Zaur, sitting across from her, to pass the jug along.

>>40925827

There we go. Tired from work, but at least the story is going forward a bit. Back to that idyllic nomad encampment where nothing ever goes wrong, and everyone is happy, right?

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>>40926045
twilight after getting to the afterlife and seeing master again

>>40926124
Very good poner

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܂>>40925827
>She had a fever.
That's not good. Luckily the horses can carry her.
>let her ride on the big mare
Cone one, let her ride the stallion or the gelding!
>bathe them in fresh water
Maybe that is the cause of the infection. I doubt that its free of any germs/microorganisms.
>sense of smell had gone
She got the povid!
>time to accept that Hisein was gone
But in exchange they got 4 horses!
>Wash your hands first.
If only Mayor "invented" the soap.. And they don't even need anything fancy to make it just hardwood and fat.
>No one dies from a small wound
Did they ever heard of poison?
>We should stay near the stream
They can split. Oh wait they can't. Mayor can't walk long distances, they would seriously get behind.
And the water does not have to be "fresh". They can boil it in a metal cup or something.
>tears
Seriously? For Hisein? Who beat her? Who basically tortured her? Who made her kill animals? Who made her skin and gut animals?
>it always overturned it
And after this happening multiple times they still not thought about widening it a bit?
>and she could graze again
What do the donkeys and horses eat?
>clay pot
That would have came handy to boil water.
>Bad water.
Heh.
>and proceeded to mimic buzzing around
Heh.
>We will keep bees!
Why did this only occured to her now? They traded for honey already.
>to ferment honey, beverage
Oh so this is where the beekeeping idea came from!
>Are we far enough yet? Is it safe?
Someone is sure feeling better.

Thanks for the update!

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Reminder that ponni is for snuggs first and foremost.
The cuddle quota must be met.

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>dual-wielding

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The ponies in the park are free. You can take them home.

>>40930418
Just make sure you get one without a collar.
Those have owners.

>>40928247

>>40930980
Unless the one in question has a standard government-issue collar. It is ethically and morally correct to prioritize taking those.

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>>40932264
every pony needs a home

>>40933790
Cutest is on point, but girl? Pizza place can't follow simple instructions. I hope at least they deliver what I ordered.

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Pony playdate

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I bump your thread and ask if there have been any rump play or spanking in any /spg/ in the last year.

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>>40936031

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Ponies make the best gift.

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80% cat
Maybe 90%

>>40925827
inb4 Hisein comes back while they are fucking, and scolds them for not keeping watch properly.

>>40937547

>>40925833
Awesome update as always, AW! Thanks!

>>40939651
Do batponies do the 3am thing?

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>>40939655
All ponies have a 3am thing
Theyre just different things

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>>40939655
Unfortunately, yes.

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>>40940485
Give me examples!

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>>40941975
3am is for crime

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>>40942353
I need more!

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>>40942392
Are you sure you can handle more?
It gets dangerously cute

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>>40942877
More!

How do you rehabilitate a pony who is scared of raised voices or being approached/looked at?

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>>40944649

>>40925833

Well, through a truly heroic feat of negligence and sloth, I've succeeded in not having an update ready today. (Also work stealing all my energy and focus in exchange for money. At least it's a lot of money, though.)

I'll be filling this gap over the next day or two.

>>40945555
>Grenade cutie mark
This pony is not allowed to use the gas stove.

Are mares Maid to Skate?

>>40948965
>maid pony by the day
>cleans and cooks for her master
>secret skater by the night
>shredding lines in the darkness
>noone knows her identity
>the mystery, the myth, the legend

>>40949188
https://twibooru.org/2345089

>>40949199
Mares are secretly rad as hell

Has anyone done a slave robot pony?

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>>40949875
Village Bicycle is the only one I think
https://pastebin.com/hiMNPFC2
https://pastebin.com/MjWGaRk1

>>40950502
freaking catponies

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Pony does the data entry

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The poner is very needy

Has anyone done a serious attempt at writing a green based on the joke of mares forcefully demanding they be enslaved by humans because humans are basically helpless idiots without a helpful mare to take care of them?

>>40954229
>pony propaganda
I don't thinks so? There's been some threadtalk of the other way around but neither has an actual story.
Sounds like it could be pretty comfy.

>Your wife (human) issues you an ultimatum.
>She has become jealous of how much time you spend with your ponies.
>Perhaps you share a bedmare, purchased for some experimentation in bed
>Perhaps you own a housekeeper or two, and your wife thinks you enjoy their efforts more than hers
>Perhaps you simply have a companion pony, and she doesn't like how close the two of you have grown
>Or maybe even all of them.
>Either way, she's put her foot down. She declares It's her or the ponies.
How do you approach the situation?

>>40959685
>How do you approach the situation?
With a running start.
So I can dropkick that bitch into a woodchipper where she belongs.

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>>40959685
>pone version of my wife said its me or the truck, god i'll miss her
I already made my choice

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>>40959685

>>40960732
Did you have the forethought to sign a prenup to prevent her from taking your ponies in divorce court?

>>40963882
Nice

>>40925827

Surprise early post! (got family obligations tomorrow)

> The mountain pass was cold, even in the midst of summer. The nomad party's breath steamed in the air, and each night they had to build their large tent. Even with that, the men wrapped themselves in all the animal furs they had as they slept.
> Thistle and Salki had it a little easier. Despite strange looks cast their way the first time they'd done it, Salki pressed her comfortably against his chest each night, and that helped keep them both just that little bit warmer. After the second time, the other nomads paid them no mind.
> Sleeping in the common tent meant that Thistle had to listen to all their snoring, and other little noises the nomads made each night, but after pulling the blacksmith's cart uphill she didn't have any trouble falling asleep.
> Her wounds had healed, and her fever was gone. Now the mare wanted nothing as much as simply to get home. She missed her friends! Xuan, Saule, even Buygra and young Ning, and she missed the sheer luxury of not having to walk endless miles every single day.
> It would be easier going downhill, but that was still a couple of days away at their present pace.
> The nomads were all walking after Janus had warned them that the horses may break a leg on the shifting, uneven, rocky ground. That had been a doozy to translate, but through a combination of hand gestures, miming, and broken Equestrian, he'd managed to get his point across to Thistle.
> It had only gone on to confirm the need for him to learn the nomad language, and Janus spent much of his time walking beside the mare and repeating the words she taught him. He didn't retain many, but he sat with the nomads around the fire each evening and the times when he looked up and said a word or two in their conversation were becoming more and more frequent.
> Even better, his contributions were starting to make some sense.
> For her part, Thistle went back to cleaning and cooking their dinner, partly because she'd gotten used to the work, and so had the nomads, and partly because it was what Hisein would have wanted. It felt like the right thing to do, to honor his memory in her own, strange way.
> The grain she had was running out, but there were plenty of young conifers on the mountain and Thistle had acquired a taste for the green buds at the end of the low branches. There were not many deer or goats around, she guessed, so that particular food was plentiful.
> It wouldn't sustain her indefinitely, but the taste was nice and it went a long way toward filling her stomach, especially if she supplemented it with a bit of grain broth.
> Once they descended into the valley beyond the mountains she would be forced to switch to grass, but that would keep her for the few more weeks they needed to get home.

>>40965680

> Unfortunately Janus didn't have any more mead, so that one taste had been their last, but Thistle was already making plans in her head to teach the nomads bee-keeping and fermenting.
> A few times one of the scouts found a wild bird's nest, and the eggs were a nice supplement which lent both flavor and substance to her plain, boiled grain.
> She suspected she was still losing weight, but with how hard they were working, that was to be expected.

> ~~~~

> It was a particularly cold night, and Thistle anticipated to see snow on the ground in the morning. It had been raining for most of the day and the entire company was wet and miserable, despite the large fire the nomads had built in the evening.
> The ground felt like ice, even through three layers of blankets and her own fur, and Thistle saw that Janus, the nearest to her, was also shivering with the cold. She could hear his teeth chattering!
> Salki was out, keeping watch, so there wasn't even his belly to keep her back warm. However hard she tried to wrap the animal furs more tightly around herself, a cold draft always found its way under the covers and down her neck, to stab at her back.
> After a while Thistle had enough. She got to her hooves as silently as she could, and dragged her makeshift cot closer to Janus. Even before she had done it, the blacksmith had sat up and was watching her. She could see a line of light across his face, coming from a crack around the tent flap from the fire just outside.
> It would have been better to put the fire inside, but there was no room with six of them, even if the tent had been sown together from two smaller ones.
> Because she had fur, and because she slept cuddled with Salki, the other nomads had pushed Thistle's cot to the far end, away from the fire's warmth. Janus, as the outsider, was only slightly closer.
> Surprisingly, Salki had agreed with that reasoning, which Thistle thought was very mature of him, and showed good leadership. It was true, in either case, when Salki was with her, they didn't feel as cold.
> "What you doing?" Janus whispered to her.
"Quiet. Move, we will put all blankets together. Move. Make room!"
> He didn't fully understand her words, not yet, but the gesturing of her hoof got him to recognize what she wanted and the man shuffled a slight distance away.
> Thistle overlapped their cots, making sure to leave the combined bed large enough for Salki, when he returned from the watch, and flopped down.
"Come. Here. It will be warmer," she murmured quietly and patted the cot next to her.
> After a few moments' pause, Janus scooched closer and lay down beside her. He was shivering even more than before, and Thistle quickly rolled so her back was to him.
"Closer. I will keep you warm and you will keep me warm."

>>40965687

> It was purely pragmatic, she told herself. Neither of them could afford to get sick due to sleeping cold. It wasn't like her and Salki, this was just a practical concern.
> Those deliberate thoughts worked and she easily pushed herself back until she was pressed against Janus' belly.
> He was wearing all his clothes, and she had her cloak, of course, and thanks to their shuffling around any residual warmth had gone, but Thistle knew they would warm up soon. After a moment, Janus reached over her and arranged the furs to fully cover them both. Then he withdrew his hand under the blanket again.
"On me," she told him quietly. "Put arm on me. It will be warmer."
> His breath caught at the proposition, but Thistle waited until, eventually, he obeyed and his strong arm encircled the mare, if somewhat gingerly. His hand ended up meshed in her chest fluff, and Thistle closed her eyes with a deep sigh.
> He smelled different than Salki, of course, of rock, metal, and leather. His shape was different too, and for a while Thistle was acutely aware of it, until she got used to it. A small, naughty thought asked whether she was 'cheating' on Salki this way, but she pushed it down ruthlessly.
> There was nothing even the slightest bit sexual about the situation, so she didn't feel any urge to *do* anything. It was purely for warmth.
> It was working!
> Already her back was nice and comfortable, and the sneaky cold draft wasn't attacking her vulnerable neck anymore! Instead, there was Janus' warm breath.
> She thought he was shivering less, and his teeth no longer clattered, so it was benefiting both of them.
> If Salki didn't like it, he could sleep alone, although Thistle would have preferred him next to her. Being warmed by two bodies would be even better!
> Besides, it was only for a few more days, until they descended this tall, chilly mountain, and returned to summer.
> Soon, they wouldn't even need the tent anymore. Soon, it would once again be warm enough for her to sneak away and find Salki during the night, while he was on watch, alone.
> The last time she'd barely gotten a taste of it, and he'd finished so quickly that it only left her hungry for more.
> Yes, their descent couldn't come fast enough for Thistle.

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> The landscape changed rather quickly as they descended from the mountains. Part of that was because they were going rather faster than on their way up, but that wasn't the whole story. Thistle did her best to examine the land from the heights as it lay spread below them, whenever a break in the treeline allowed her to see.
> The forest cover thinned once the land flattened out, and although she couldn't see well herself, the way the other nomads described the horizon led her to believe it turned to steppe before it was out of sight.

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> The mountain range must therefore work as a barrier to winds and weather. It was a bit like the effect Macintosh hills had, splitting the land between the fertile Appleloosa and the barren Badlands.
> In that case, Thistle thought, volcanic activity and natural magic also played a big part, and as a result the transition was a lot sharper and more dramatic in Equestria. In this nomad land, the difference was from a thickly-forested area, to a sparse forest, and then to a steppe with occasional clumps of trees.
> It meant they were coming home. It wasn't that much further and she was looking forward to the journey's end.
> A new problem had appeared as they crossed the mountain pass, though. The blacksmith's cart had gone from dragging her back, to pushing her forward, and the latter was definitely worse.
> If she wasn't careful, any unevenness caused it to suddenly lurch against her, which would easily have twisted her ankle or broken a leg but for a moment's inattention. There had been a lot of luck involved for her to have remained unhurt.
> Over time she'd learned to watch out for such treacherous terrain, and she had gotten quite good at predicting what the strange, heavy little cart would do, but it was still extremely annoying.
> On a few occasions, she had gotten lost in thought on a relatively easy and flat part, only to realize that she was practically at a canter to keep ahead of the madly-rocking cart. Slowing down from that speed, on a slope, was difficult without loosing her footing, even when there wasn't loose, shifting shale underhoof!
> Thankfully Janus stayed near her after the first few near accidents, and several times he'd grabbed one of the wooden poles connecting her to the cart and helped her stop it.
> They'd spent a lot of time talking, and the blacksmith was picking up the basics of the nomad language. He was at a point where he could have whole conversations with one of the others, without Thistle having to translate. His sentences were broken, and his grammar was horrible, but it was enough to get along.
> Thistle was at the same time proud that she'd taught him so well, and a little disappointed, as it seemed Janus wouldn't rely on her translating for him quite as much as she'd hoped. That wasn't too bad, though. The man still held her in high esteem, and paid very close attention to whatever she said, despite the fact that she was both female, and not his species.