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Previous thread: >>40845538
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>What is this thread about?
This thread revolves around stories about ponies getting bathed and pet.

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

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>>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?
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>>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.
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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!
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>>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
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why is gilda so cheap?
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>>41031540
only 1 hole
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>>41031542
A disgusting cloaca?
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>>41031831
>Beakjobs
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>>41032847
How did she managed that? She is pretty big to climb in via the prize retrieval hole.
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>>41031831
That would be Applejack actually
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>>41034213
Nice
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>>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.
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>>41034213
Made for brushing
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Imagine the amount of hair all over the house...
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>>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.
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>>41037545
>pet
I don't want a pet cat. I want a slave pony!
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The beltings will continue until bumpslave efficiency improves.
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>>41041652
poner is overstimulated
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>>41041652
From the style I can already tell this artist has an ear fucking fetish.
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>>41031164
I'll want to have Terramar as my maid.
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>>41045377
Highly portable bat
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>>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.
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Shit, and I wanted to put Diamond Tiara in her place: My seat.
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>>41050105
>catpony
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>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-
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>>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.
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>>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.
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>>41051093

Technology! Progress! Horse breeding!

Things are turning up for our intrepid mare. Paste: https://ponepaste.org/9738
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>>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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>>41051201

Thank you kindly. It's always good to hear someone is enjoying the green.
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>>41051095
Breeding yay! At least Meyermare has some technological progress to occupy her while life stuff happens
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>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!
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>>41054906
I'm gonna fuck that maid
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>>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.."
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>>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!
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>>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?
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>>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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>>41060613
AI equestrian caregiver? Sign me up and collar me up!
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90% cat
they even have the same itchy spots
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"[Salki, stop and listen to me!]"
> Thistle hurried after the young nomad. She'd chosen her ambush well, and thanks to the crowd it wasn't that easy to simply evade her. Before long she had the man with his back to the bonfire and surrounded by impenetrable walls of happy, partying nomads. The noise was deafening, but that just meant their conversation would be essentially private.
> Salki looked around, but the only way through would be to physically shoulder people aside, and she would easily follow him through that. His arms slumped and he focused a glare at her.
> "[What do you want?!]"
> Her ears splayed at his icy tone. For a short while she couldn't meet his eyes and she simply stood there, examining a patch of dirt in minute detail, but then she pressed her lips together and forced herself to look at the man.
"[We have to talk about Saule!]"
> It was Salki's turn to study the ground between her hooves. Once more he looked around, but there was no place to go. The bonfire was a popular spot in the cool, summer night, thanks in part to all the food which was being cooked. The easiest way to leave would be right through the mare, where the crowed thinned a little in deference to the smaller pony.
> Salki's shoulders went up and down, but Thistle couldn't hear his sigh above the general din of conversation, laughter, and singing. He took a step closer and said: "[Fine, let's go to the tent.]"
> Was he trying to run away? She watched him warily as he shuffled around her and began to push through the crowd of people. It was still possible for him to make a break for it once he was clear. Despite his words, Thistle didn't fully trust Salki, not after the way he'd avoided her.
> There was no trick, however, and she followed him the short distance to a tent near his mother's, on the other side from Janus.
"[What is this? Whose tent is this?!]" she asked, bewildered.
> She couldn't remember if it had been there in the morning. Salki hadn't slept in his cot the previous night, and she'd assumed he was either with his friends, celebrating the expedition's success, or with Saule, catching up. Now she began to think that he'd moved out already.
> The young nomad glanced back at her, then gave a small shrug. "[It's mine. Mine and Saule's.]"
"[But she was at her mother's tent this morning!]"
> Salki grunted a non-answer and ducked into the relative calm and quiet of the inside. She pushed through the tent flap and let it close after her. It was dark, but her eyes soon picked out a faint red glow from the few remaining coals in the center.
> She sat down near the entrance, not bothered very much by the bare ground. It was dry and well-stomped, and in late summer it wasn't cold.
> "[Saule will live here soon. Mother and Mitra are talking about it.]"
"[Why your mother and Mitra?]"
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> "[I will be Chieftain, and Mitra is friends with Intor, who wants Willow to be Chieftain. Mother says we must get Mitra to agree that Saule will marry me, not Willow.]"
> It came down to politics, and Thistle began to wish she'd paid closer attention to the social undercurrents. She saw Salki sit opposite her, and she slid down so she was lying on her side. It felt like it would be a lengthy conversation.
"[Look, I'm sorry Saule is mad. I thought we- us three- You remember that night before we went away? When the traders came?]"
> Salki gave her a curt nod. "[Me and Saule fucked for the first time.]"
"[I thought all three of us would!]" Thistle said, with a slight whine to her voice.
> She prodded at a bit of charred wood with a hoof and pushed it into the embers.
"[We were all- there. Remember? We were kissing. You played with my- you put your finger- *there*! I thought we liked each other.]"
> The sliver she'd pushed began to burn with a bright little flame in the darkness of the tent, and it illuminated Salki's thoughtful gaze as he stared into it. "[I remember. I think Saule thought I was hers, after we laid together.]"
"[Well, I'm sorry. I thought we would share, all three! I liked- I like Saule. I thought we were friends. I thought she saw me as a friend, too! That we could be more.]"
> "[I think that's the problem,]" Salki replied pensively.
"[What do you mean?]"
> He gestured at the mare with his hand. "[You're like a woman. Saule thinks you're trying to steal me away from her. She thinks I will marry you, and then you will be Chieftain's wife.]"
> Thistle's mouth fell open and her ears folded back in shock.
"[What?! But everyone else will outcast you if they knew! They'd call you 'animal fucker' and your mother would disown you!]"
> It was Salki's turn to play with a dry twig he'd picked up from the ground near the fire. He wouldn't meet her eyes as he spoke: "[Yes, but Saule doesn't think that way! She doesn't think of you as an animal.]"
> The mare was stunned speechless for a short while, and her heart gave a painfully strong thump. She stared at Salki and leaned her head to one side in incredulity.
"[Really?]"
> Salki gave her a single nod in response.
"[We have to make up. I'll tell her I'm sorry. We can work this out!]"
> "[No, Saule won't talk to you.]"
"[Why not?!]"
> Salki tossed his twig into the embers and let out a chuckle. "[Because we fucked while we were away. She thought her and I were promised after we had lain together. She hates you.]"
"[Well, you have to talk to her. I don't want to be enemies with Saule! I really thought we were friends.]"
> The young man looked doubtful.
"[Promise you'll talk to her!]"
> "[She said I shouldn't see you any more.]"
> It felt as if one of the few people who really saw her as a person, not just a useful animal, or a resource, was slipping right between her forelegs. Over something stupid, too!
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> She'd never expected to supplant Saule, but she'd really hoped they could stay close. She had never wanted to get between the two, but as the only pony in this world, did she not deserve a bit of love in her life? Thistle slammed her hoof on the dry, packed dirt by the fire.
"[Salki, that won't work! We have to help each other! You'll need me when you are Chieftain, and I want to help the camp! We'll have to talk!]"
> Salki kept his large, dark eyes on her face for a long time, before tossing another small branch into the fire. "[I'll try,]" he said, but his voice was rather faint. He didn't believe it would do any good.
"[Thank you. Just- Just get Saule to talk to me. I'll apologize. She can beat me if she thinks it will help. Whatever it takes.]"
> Perhaps, Thistle thought, if she offered some sacrifice. She closed her eyes, swallowed, and continued in a weak voice:
"[Tell her- tell her I promise we won't fuck again. I just want me and Saule to keep talking to each other! I want to keep talking to you!]"
> Without her guidance, Salki wouldn't last very long as a leader. He was too direct, too honest, and too inexperienced. Intor and Kantuta would eat him for breakfast, especially if he couldn't rely on his mother for advice.
> Darga did want her son to take up the mantle, but only because the people were getting restless and did not want to have a woman for a leader any more. It was a stupid and backward point of view, but unlike pony culture, the nomads didn't trust their females with a lot.
> For that matter, it wasn't just the nomads. She'd seen something similar in the lands to the west. Thistle wondered if it was true for all the peoples of this world.
> Salki and his mother didn't always see eye to eye, either. They fought often enough, and if they fell out, the others would take advantage. Intor still wanted her son to become the chief, and she would not be easily deterred.
> It would take very careful hoofwork to tread the middle path, to appease all the factions in the camp just enough to keep them working together, and guide them all through this crisis with the Ruslans, and through any future problem they might find themselves in.
> Things would get easier now that they had their own metalworker, and once their herd of horses became larger, they would be able to move faster than with donkeys.
> The clan *had* to retain control over their lands, if Thistle wanted any chance of finding her way home to Equestria.
> Thistle realized they'd been staring at the fire in silence for a while, and let out her breath. She gave Salki her best, most winning smile, together with her widest, shiniest eyes, and ears folded completely flat.
"[Please Salki, I want us all to be friends. I'll make it up to Saule, and I'll swear to her I won't touch you again, we just have to talk for a while. You can convince her to do that, can't you?]"
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> It worked on the young man and he soon averted his gaze from her weaponized cuteness. "[Fine,]" he said, and hurled a bit of wood into the fire so hard it made sparks fly. "[Fine! I'll talk to Saule, but I can't promise anything!]"
> Thistle had an idea. A good one, but also one which sent a pang of sharp pain through her very centre.
"[Tell Saule that you and she have something special you and me can't ever have. You can have children.]"
> The young man looked at her, and even in the red glow of the dying fire, she thought his face was flushed. "[I- I guess,]" he mumbled.
"[Tell her she will marry the Chieftain, and she will have the Chieftain's son, who will be a Chieftain, too, one day. Tell her I will help you to do this.]"
> "[I'll try,]" he repeated.
> Thistle thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything else to say. If she forced it, things would become awkward. She pulled herself up to her hooves and turned to leave, but paused before she touched the tent flap.
"[By the way, I think one of the mares is going into heat. We will have baby horses soon.]"
> Salki visibly perked up and even flashed her a brief smile. He didn't stand up just yet, but he braced the palm of his hand on the ground, ready to lift himself. "[Really? That's good!]"
"[Yes. With luck, the other mare will be in heat soon, too. We only have one stallion and we-]" she began.
> This was difficult to explain with the nomads' lack of even rudimentary Equestrian education.
"[We have to make sure the blood mixes well. We will need more horses, soon. We have to make another expedition next year.]"
> "[We don't have anything to trade,]" Salki said.
> Thistle had been thinking the same thing, and her ears lowered as she said her next words.
"[We will have to steal some more.]"
> This made Salki smile, and he quickly got to his feet and walked over to her. His hand patted her side and he said: "[Good. You're starting to think like us.]"
> She didn't know if she should be proud, or ashamed, at this praise. Thistle decided to pick the former, and gave Salki a smile.
"[Let's go and see if there's anything left to eat. Tomorrow you, and me, and your mother have to sit down and figure out what to do about the Ruslans.]"
> "[Fine.]"
> Thistle was about to push through the flap, but drew back and folded her ears down in apprehension.
"[Um, go first and check that Saule doesn't see us together. You should talk with her first. I'll stay away until then.]"
> "[Good idea,]" Salki replied. He sucked out of the tent and held the flap up in his hand while he glanced around. "[It's safe. Come on.]"
> Thistle leapt through the opening, brushed her muzzle on Salki's thigh, and hurried back toward the central bonfire. She was feeling a little better about the future, and realized she was quite hungry. Some more bread, and a couple of baked yams would be a nice end to this miserable day.
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>>41068254

A somewhat short update, due to a few late-night work extensions this week. I gotta get my stuff in a good state, because I have a business trip to the good ol' US of A next week. (Incidentally, I most likely won't be around to write.)

In either case, maybe Meyermer can return to the lonely, drunk mare life and clop to the sounds and smells of Salki and Saule going at it, right?

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>>41068261
Thanks for the update! This explains somewhat why Saule was mad. Hopefully they can clear it up and have hot steaming threesomes together! =)
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>but there was no place to go.
Outplayed.
>Mine and Saule's.
What?!
>not Willow
Why does it matter who Saule marries?
>She doesn't think of you as an animal
Well she said the exact opposite the last time Mayor tried to talk with her. Then that was supposed to be an insult.
>Because we fucked while we were away.
And who told Saule?
>She said I shouldn't see you any more.
So Salki picked Saule.
>Salki, that won't work!
Finally being assertive while also giving reasons to convince the other.
>tell her I promise we won't fuck again
That's a big sacrifice.
>wouldn't last very long as a leader
Mayor isn't showing any leader characteristics either.
>and once their herd of horses became larger
That will take years.
>Fine! I'll talk to Saule
Salki does seem to hold both Saule and Mayor's decisions above his own.
>I will help you to do this.
Something that both appeals to Salki and Saule. Salki is definitely onboard, but Saule might need some convincing. I think only a little bit will be needed, her current temper seems like a brightly burning flame, rather than something which will last long.
>We will have to steal some more.
Or go back and trade the horses themselves. Trade the stallion for another, or travel one of the mares and trade for time with a stallion.
>Tomorrow you, and me, and your mother have to sit down
Now she is taking charge. Good.
>brushed her muzzle on Salki's thigh
That promise won't hold long.

Thanks for the update!
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Lazy!
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Pony understands the boots, but pony does not understand why master makes her wear the strange tiny pants.
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>>41073982
What a cutie!
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>Most Recently Completed Story:
>Getting Shy by AspiringWritefag
Damn, been gone for about 3 years and nothing actually changed.
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>>41074465
We're getting old, anon. The world is wearing us down.
Five years ago I was throwing out ideas left and right in a dozen different threads. Now I get home from work so tired I kinda just stare into the void while I try to work up the energy to make myself dinner.
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The pony catcher is on the way
Freaking horses cant even read a sign
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She's going to be more trouble than she's worth, and she was free.
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The pony audience opened up many new businesses and a few entirely new industries.
Yet another boost to the economy.
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