>>41031164
Those prices are fucked
Dragons are useless, yaks can barely perform manual labor, and why the fuck did they even bother making a price tag for something as incompetent as a nuling?

>>41031210
>Dragons are useless
Self powered space heater/fire starter. Pretty handy for cold climate camping.
>yaks
Useful for demolition jobs.
>nuling
Makes good spies. Tell them to turn into furniture or rocks.

Drat, sorry to disappoint, but I've been dealing with a service launch at work, with all the problems that brings with it. I've even been neglecting my neglect of Meyermer! I'd have to work hard to just not write it out of sheer laziness!

>>41031333
Take it easy my man! We can wait a little longer for your awesome writing.

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Slave must find gainful employment.
Lazy slave

why is gilda so cheap?

>>41031540
only 1 hole

>>41031542
A disgusting cloaca?

>>41031831
>Beakjobs

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Master... Halllpp...

>>41032847
How did she managed that? She is pretty big to climb in via the prize retrieval hole.

>>41031831
That would be Applejack actually

>>41034213
Nice

>>41033157
She was put into the claw machine as a filly to entice users to spend more, but since claw machines are rigged nobody ever managed to win her. She has lived in the machine for almost a decade.

>>41034213
Made for brushing

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Imagine the amount of hair all over the house...

>>41036690
Ponies require frequent full-body brushing to manage their shedding. And when spring rolls around their winter coat needs even more effort to deal with, you need to brush them multiple times a day for around three weeks before its fully replaced by their summer coat.
If you're looking for a low maintenance pet, try a cat instead.

>>41037545
>pet
I don't want a pet cat. I want a slave pony!

The beltings will continue until bumpslave efficiency improves.

>>41041652
poner is overstimulated

>>41041652
From the style I can already tell this artist has an ear fucking fetish.

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Pony works the counter
Pony serves the coffee

>>41031164
I'll want to have Terramar as my maid.

>>41045377
Highly portable bat

>>41031540
Eats all the slaves that'll fit in her beak. That's where all the fillies and colts went, straight to her fat ass; Cutie Mark Crusaders became Catbirb Meaty Chub. A shame too, Babs at least had her special talent in scissoring, and Silver Spoon kissed ass like no other.

>>41046009
Shit, and I wanted to put Diamond Tiara in her place: My seat.

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>>41045377

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rose

>>41050105
>catpony

>>41012468

> Salki was avoiding her. Thistle had sought him out after her disastrous encounter with Saule, but he said he was busy and left. She considered following and demanding answers, but ultimately decided against it.
> There was no one else she could talk to, either. If she told any of the other nomads what had happened, they would brand Salki an 'animal fucker', and it would severely damage both his, and his mother's reputation. Thistle wasn't certain who would become the chieftain after that, but Willow was an obvious candidate and that would end poorly for her, and likely for her friends.
> She couldn't even confide in Xuan! The woman would probably understand, but this was in no way a certainty and Thistle didn't want to risk losing perhaps the only other ally she had in the camp.
> Telling Janus was also out of the question. Even if she managed to explain it in a mixture of broken Equestrian and Nomad, he would be just as disgusted as all of the others. For most of them, it was unthinkable. It was one thing to do it with a captured Ruslan, who was an enemy and could be humiliated in revenge, but a rumor like that about any of the camp nomads was a far more serious accusation.
> A simple drunken kiss had nearly turned Darga against her!
> All Thistle wanted to do was go somewhere she could be alone, where at least she could have a good cry, but even that was to be denied her. Soon after her altercation with Saule one of the older girls sought her out and told her that she was needed at Janus' tent.
> The mare collected her wits, set her face into an impassive mask, and made her way there. The reason was soon obvious. Darkhan had produced the rudimentary bellows, and some of the camp women had gathered a large pile of wood. Janus had dug a firepit and lined it with stones. A small, but fierce fire blazed in it while the man fiddled with his anvil.
> Thistle had to push her way through the crowd which had gathered to watch this marvel. She was in no mood to apologize, or even talk, so she simply butted legs out of the way with her head, and didn't care of she stepped on toes. There was some cursing, and a few ineffectual slaps on her back, but she made her way to the center.
> Almost immediately Janus spotted her and waved her over. "Come, come!" he spoke in Equestrian. His words were a lot surer in that language when it came to his craft, and he didn't even try with Nomad. "Come, you put wood on fire! You use bellows. I say when! Come!"
> Even though she wasn't really in the mood for something so public and complicated, Thistle was very likely the best person for the job. Out of all of them, she at least had a vague idea what smithing looked like, and she was the only one who really understood the language.

>>41051069

> Salki and the others could also speak it a little, but when she looked around the crowd Thistle couldn't see them. The important people were there: Darga, Intor, Kantuta, even Darkhan. But none of the young men who had accompanied her to the foreign lands. Either they were following Salki's example and avoiding her, or they had gone out to hunt.
> She resigned herself to the task and went over to stand by Janus. At least, she thought bitterly, it would raise her esteem in the eyes of the people.
"What do you need me to do?"
> "I say already! Put wood, use bellow. I say when," Janus replied, a little irritably at having to repeat himself.
> Thistle sat herself on a patch of dry-looking dirt and waited her cue. She watched the blacksmith unpack his tools and lay them out, close to hand. He pulled several lumps of yellow metal from his cart. She recognized them as bronze, although they didn't shine like the objects she remembered from Equestria. Then again, those had been largely ornamental, and they'd been finished products, whereas this was raw metal. Perhaps it was not meant to look nice.
> Janus held his hand over the fire, then turned to her. "More wood," he told her. "Wood, then bellow."
> She went to the large pile of dry twigs and branches. It must have taken a lot of effort to gather and drag over, and Thistle was secretly glad they hadn't sent her on that particular errand, at least. Compared to collecting the fuel, it was simplicity itself to toss some of the larger pieces into the fire.
> After that, she looked for the makeshift bellows Darkhan had constructed. It was made of two wooden paddles, sown into several pieces of leather to make a sack. It opened at the thin end, but there was nothing which would prevent it from smoldering.
> She would have to be careful and not stick it directly into the fire. Perhaps Janus could make a nozzle for it in time, but until then the little leather spout couldn't be allowed to get too near the heat.
"Help me move this," she said to Janus.
> The contraption was large and unwieldy, cumbersome to move with hooves. It wouldn't have been too bad to get into place before the fire was lit, but now the two handles flopped every which way and they could end up in the coals all too easily.
> Janus quickly saw her problem and hurried over to help her move the thing. It was easier for bipeds who had two five-fingered hands, and in a matter of moments the bellows was set just right. Janus had left out one of the stones in the top ring, so that air could be blown right into the heart.
> She experimentally lifted up one handle, but had to hurriedly step on the other one to keep it in place. It would be awkward work, and Thistle began looking at the crowd to find a volunteer after she'd demonstrated the principle.

>>41051074

> Without springs, a bellows was a complicated object for a pony to use, especially one this large. Still, she made do, and when she pushed the handle back down, a large gust of air blew right into the flames, which leapt and crackled with fierce intensity. She could feel the heat on her muzzle.
> Satisfied with the results, Janus selected a small lump of metal and simply dropped it into the fire.
"Won't it melt?"
> He looked from it, to the mare, then back, before laughing. "Fire not hot enough. It will go soft. I will take out when soft, and hit with hammer."
"Oh."
> "Keep bellow air!"
"Sorry."
> She fumbled with the handle to lift it again, then pushed another good blow of air into the fire. She cast a quick glance at Janus, and he nodded and waved his hand up and down, so she did the same thing once more.
> After the first few minutes, it became a routine, although she still had to wrestle a bit with the unwieldy wooden stick. If she was going to do this often, Thistle thought, she would have to get Darkhan to make some kind of a strap for her hoof.
> For now, it seemed to be a satisfactory performance and she heard faint murmurs from around them during the few quiet moments while the bellows were either full, or empty.
> She saw the people were talking excitedly, and a few were pointing at the fire. The bronze was gradually, almost imperceptibly, changing color. She tried to watch it for a while, but her eyes began to water from the heat.
> "More air," Janus said, needlessly. He hurried over to the wood, browsed through it for a few larger branches, and tossed those on the top, one by one.
> Gradually, with the combination of heat and exertion, Thistle began to sweat. It wasn't too bad, and the moisture dried almost as soon as it appeared, but she was starting to get thirsty. She scanned through the crowd again for a potential replacement so she could rest for a bit.
> Her attention was diverted when Janus selected some tongs and pushed the glowing embers apart a little. She held the bellows fully extended, but didn't push it down while he checked on his metal.
> "Little more," he told her and stepped away, so she could give the fire a few good blasts of air. After that she stopped once more, and he went back to inspect it.
> This time he found what he wanted and pulled the glowing lump of bronze out. It went to the anvil, where he held it with one hand, while he plucked a large hammer from his belt with his other.
> He hit the metal with a resounding clank, a small shower of sparks and, a moment later, an exclamation from the observing nomads.
> It was also Thistle's chance to rest, since there was nothing left in the fire. She let the bellows fall to the ground and went to sit down a little distance away to cool off.

>>41051079

> She'd almost forgotten Salki's anger, and now she kept a curious eye on what Janus was doing. It was hard to see from her vantage point, but he hammered at the metal with quick, sure strikes. There was nothing primitive about his craft, even if his tools were rudimentary.
> Perhaps the strangest thing was how the people watched, mostly in silence. A few of them spoke, or pointed, and there were ragged cheers every now and then when Janus made particularly many sparks glitter through the air. Darga and Intor were conversing, but it was too quiet for Thistle to hear.
> "Come. More fire," Janus said at last, and held up the lump. It had more of a shape, elongated and rounded, rather than lumpy, but Thistle couldn't guess what he was making. Crucially, the bronze had cooled so it barely glowed, and there were black flecks crumbling from it.
> Janus put it back in the fire, and motioned her to the bellows. With a small sigh, Thistle returned and fumbled to grip the handle once more.
"What are you making?" she asked, mainly to pass the time.
> "Small knife and arrow."
"Just one arrow?"
> If so, it would be a waste of metal, unless the nomad who had it made very sure to always retrieve it.
> "Many arrow!" Janus explained. He prodded the metal in the flames again, but then began to look around the crowd. She saw him smiling and followed his gaze, to where a few of the older girls were standing it a group. Their faces held open admiration.
> Thistle rolled her eyes and focused on the bellows.

> ~~~~

> The first blade had gone to Willow. Thistle had thought it would belong either to Salki, or his mother, but there was a big argument and in the end they had to give it. After all, Salki had brought a knife from the foreign lands, and Darga didn't go out on hunts. It was war time, so there was no room for extravagance.
> The arrow tips were a different matter. Salki was still one of the best with a bow, so it made sense to give him the best weapon.
> Despite the row that evening when Janus had finished and dunked the metal objects into a clay pot of water, the atmosphere in the camp was jubilant. Someone had brought a skin of old, stale beer from somewhere, and a few of the women began making bread. A donkey was killed, and the people decided to have a little festival.
> It was quite badly needed, especially after the tension and worry Thistle had sensed in the air ever since they'd returned. Times were hard, and the future was uncertain, so a night to forget it all would help everyone.
> Salki was still avoiding her, and the few times she tried to talk to him, the young man just turned around and pretended she wasn't there. It was infuriatingly juvenile and soon her teeth hurt from grinding them in impotent rage. Even worse - no one wanted to give her any beer, so Thistle was stuck with a few crusts of rough bread and a couple of toasted yams. Those were nice, but they didn't help her relax.

>>41051081

> In the end she gave up on the situation, at least for the moment, and went to see how their new horses were doing. Bulat and Zaur, who had the most experience with the animals, had become their unofficial keepers, and it wasn't strange that they were with their small, new herd, rather than enjoying the party.
> They offered Thistle friendly nods as she joined them, but continued talking about the four horses.
> "[Janus said the mare will be in heat soon. Did you see how she fought with the other one?]" Bulat was saying.
> Zaur, on the other hand, just spread his arms helplessly. "[Janus said that when we were still on the other side of the mountains. Neither of the mares have gone into heat yet!]"
> At that, Bulat pointed a finger. "[It will be soon. See how she lifts her tail?]"
> The statement just made his friend snort with laughter. "[Pah,]" Zaur shot back, "[she only does that to take a shit. They are the same as donkeys, only bigger.]"
> For a moment the two glared at each other, then they both turned to Thistle, who was staring in shock at their conversation.
> "[Thistle,]" Bulat said, "[what do you think? Will the big mare go in heat soon?]"
"[How am I supposed to know?!]" she squeaked, face coloring slightly.
> The nomad looked uncertain for a moment, but then wheeled his arms in a helpless gesture. "[I don't know! Can't you smell it on her or something? I thought animals can smell this kind of thing!]"
"[Ugh. No!]"
> Both men looked at her with blank expressions and Thistle felt something more was expected.
"[Look, maybe donkeys can smell it on donkeys. Maybe horses can smell it on their mares! We ponies can't-]"
> Her ears folded down and she looked away from them, even as the red in her face deepened.
> "[What is it?]" Zaur insisted.
"[Well, we can't smell it before it happens. We can smell it when it's happening.]"
> "[Well, horses are like big ponies. Try!]"
> Thistle looked from one nomad to the other in shock. Surely they weren't serious? Unfortunately, the pair were looking at her with expectant, eager faces, and even stepped aside to clear her way to where the horses were tied up.
"[They're a different species! I've never even seen a horse in heat!]"
> Zaur's grin softened a little, and he came closer so he could put his hand in her mane. His fingers pried one of her ears up a little so he could scratch what he knew to be her favourite place. "[Come on, just try. We won't mind if it doesn't work!]"
> He gave her his most winning smile, and Thistle let her head hang. She couldn't believe she was even entertaining the idea.
> "[Yes. Please?]" Bulat added.
> She grumbled under her breath, but walked between the two nomads and approached the horses. She just wanted to get the silly pantomime over, so she could go back to-

>>41051084

> Back to where? The party was crowded and loud, and she would run into Saule and Salki, both of whom were giving her dark looks, or ignoring her completely. She could instead stay around Darga and Intor and Willow, and listen to their argument about who should get metal weapons next.
> Buygra was out on patrol, and Xuan was with her daughter. The rest of them, she didn't know very well, so the best Thistle could hope for was awkward conversation, especially if they'd heard she and Saule had had a falling out.
> Luckily none of the camp people knew what had happened, or else she and Salki would be in deep trouble, but rumors abounded in the small community and by now every nomad in the camp knew that they were fighting over *something*. Salki would *have* to speak with her, if only so they could get their stories straight!
> Thistle let out a sigh.
"[Do you have any beer?]"
> The two nomads looked at one another, then shook their heads, almost in unison. "[No, sorry,]" Bulat answered for both of them. "[There were no traders. No one has beer.]"
"[Someone had a skin, back there,]" she said and pointed a hoof.
> "[Yuck, if it was from the spring, it must be gross by now.]"
"[It's not about the taste.]"
> Thistle dragged herself forward until she was right by the smaller of the mares. The horse watched her with slight curiosity, but seemed as if she was ready to go to sleep. That was good, and it meant Thistle probably wouldn't get kicked.
> She cast a quick glance back at Bulat and Zaur, both of whom nodded at her and made shooing motions with their hands. Thistle signed again, and went behind the mare. She wondered what she was supposed to do. Wait until the creature peed, then sniff it? Stick her muzzle right in the other mare's bits? Poke with a hoof and then smell *that*?
> Thistle rolled her eyes in exasperation and lifted her head. As if on cue, the mare flicked her tail, awarding her a good view of her dirt-encrusted backside.
> It just stank of horse urine and their grass-filled poop, nothing else. Not pleasant, but also not particularly bad.
"[Nothing, like I said!]" she told the two nomads.
> "[Try the other one!]" Bulat suggested.
> Thistle stomped an annoyed hoof, groaned to herself, but nevertheless obeyed. The other mare was more alert, and snorted at her when she approached. Her tail flicked more often, and she leaned her head down to sniff at the smaller pony.
> It was different enough that Thistle began to think it might mean something. She tried to walk around, but the mare followed her.
"[Bulat, come and hold her halter.]"
> The man sprinted over and grabbed the bit of leather around the mare's head. This finally allowed Thistle to get behind.
> She didn't have to wait long. She saw the same set of *bits*, the same dirt, the same smells.
> Except...
"[Wait. Zaur, come here,]" she said.
> The other nomad was by her side in a few moments.

>>41051089

"[Grab her tail. I can't see, she keeps swishing it too much!]"
> He caught the fine hairs and pulled them aside.
"[Huh.]"
> "[What is it?]" Zaur asked.
> Thistle pointed a hoof.
"[See? There is liquid on her- on her- there. Did she just piss?]"
> To her surprise, horror, and a sudden, unexpected burst of red hot excitement, Zaur stuck his finger right in the other mare's parts, then brought them to his nose. A moment later he lowered them for Thistle to also smell.
> She did it.
> It was not urine.
"[I guess that's it then?]"
> "[See?]" Bulat said happily. "[I told you you can do it! I guess we keep her away from the other mare, and together with the stallion.]"
"[Yes.]"
> The two nomads let the mare go, and Zaur patted Thistle on her back. "[This is good!]" he exclaimed. "[We will have baby horses!]"
> Despite herself, she was excited, too.

>>41051093

Technology! Progress! Horse breeding!

Things are turning up for our intrepid mare. Paste: https://ponepaste.org/9738

>>41051095
Awesome update as usual! Thanks!

I wasn't able to respond to the old update >>41012468 since the thread died. But why is Saule so pissed? Wasn't it Saule and Salki that was about to sex up Thistle before they left to trade for horses? Or am I mixing up Saule with someone else?

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Having a bedwarmer is nice, but maybe I should've got one with more training than just that...

>>41051201

Thank you kindly. It's always good to hear someone is enjoying the green.

bump

>>41051095
Breeding yay! At least Meyermare has some technological progress to occupy her while life stuff happens

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Pony has been hired against her will

܂>>41051093
>Salki was avoiding her.
That's not a good sign. That potentially means the "rumour" is known by more besides Saule.
>Telling Janus was also out of the question
But she can ask if there were similar cases in the previous pony group.
>he would be just as disgusted as all of the others
The mayor thing what's buggning me in this story as a whole is how you completely ignore the fact that Mayor is used to be the mayor of ponyville. Being a mayor comes with certain skills like the ability to convince others, communicate well, keep track of who knows what, predicting what would others think, being more assertive, etc. General "was a leader" type traits and abilities. In this case Janus did not treat her as an animal at any point, he has a complete different relation to Mayor being a pony and Mayor does not seem to take this onto account. Mayor's character feels like she was never a mayor.
>butted legs out of the way with her head
She is a ram in disguise.
>very likely the best person for the job
Mostly because she speaks Equestrian.
>nothing which would prevent it from smoldering
Except it being in use and cooled by air.
>Keep bellow air!
Mare is for air!
>went to sit down a little distance away to cool off
And she will be needed in about a minute, the bronze cools really fast especially during shaping.
>arrow
Oh he knows the word for it?
>first blade had gone to Willow
They traded for a few metal knives didn't they? So Salki probably already has one.
>Salki had brought a knife from the foreign lands
I remembered correctly!
>A donkey was killed
I wonder if the jack is still alive who fucked Mayor.
>Even worse - no one wanted to give her any beer
That is definitely the worst!
>how she fought with the other one?
Or they are just establishing the herd hierarchy.
>See how she lifts her tail?
Oh no Mayor might have been busted much much earlier!
>I thought animals can
Still an animal...
>Come on, just try.
Why don't she turns this around and ask them if they can smell it or not.
>both of whom were giving her dark looks
Salki were giving a very different look while he was riding her. He can be only angry at himself. Maybe a little angry at Mayor since she kinda forced him continuously.
>Luckily none of the camp people knew what had happened
That's good.
>and it meant Thistle probably wouldn't get kicked
She should establish herself as the alpha mare. If the horses consider her a horse.
>Zaur stuck his finger right in the other mare's parts
That was out of the blue for sure.
>I told you you can do it!
But not by smell...

Thanks for the update!

>>41054906
I'm gonna fuck that maid

>>41031164
>The yak and the old plug are priced too high.
>"Ten bit's for the both of 'em if you throw in a bowl of soup.."

>>41057704
is being a pet slavery?

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>>41057714
That's a Hassenfeld brand Comfort Pony™
Basically the same thing but the paperwork is a lot simpler.

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>>41051093
You're keeping this old general alive, thanks Aspiring!

>>41060580
I yearn for nothing more than to be pet and comforted like this

Why can't I just be a collared pony and not have to do work and write code and think?

>>41060583
when the benevolent ai singularity overlord takes over it will grant your wish

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Pegasi are known to be ...very dedicated companions. What do unicorns bring to the table to make themselves a competitive choice for the same role?

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Pony takes care of master
It's a hard job because humans are so complicated, but she does her best