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>>41637366They need to be more grateful for being "harassed" by mares.
>>41637437Without all those strong mares stallions wouldn't survive 1 day in the wild
>>41637366Why does she look like a smoker? I want a alcohol mare hitting on me, not a cigarette addict
Fourth for oophorectomize roasties
Ooga booga where the human men at?
>>41637642I would let those ziggers hit the monkey meatif you know what i mean
>>41637642Fucking plains quaggas. They should go back to eating mushrooms in the savanna where they belong.
>>41637692Anon, meat tenderizing is an art and I'll thank you not to imply that any zigger off the street can do it.
>>41637708Any zigger of the street can ride my monkey cock!
>>41637746>Shouts Anon in front of his exotic bird-racing emporium
>>41637466Based
>>41637642I wanna get zigged by these mares. Also do they all rhyme, or was that Zecora being autistic and/or fucking with the ponies? Because smut is hard to write when you have to have characters speak in fucking riddles.
>>41637822zebras only rhyme when they are horny. zecora moved to ponyville to get some BPC and to get PONIED
You niggers are too coward for any real romance. Show me a sappy scene where your waifu proposes to Anon. You won't, no balls.
>>41637849>zecora moved to ponyville to get some BPC and to get PONIED>Anon hooks up with Zecora>She asks him to paint over her stripes with paint that matches the light gray of her fur>Declares that she's going to work on a farm and earn an honest living selling produce
>>41637850I cannot, because if she ever did, unless Caramel was near enough to shove me into her hooves and order me to kiss the mare for Celestia's sake, I would freeze and stammer and panic and then she'd trot away dejectedly with tears in her eyes and never speak to me again.
>>41637822>>41637692(YOU)
>>41637857kek>zecora likes to cover her stripes when she gets outside.>sometimes she will even act like a pony>she will paint her stripes, put a blonde wig and blue eye lenses, she likes to called "Aryanne"
>>41637850i got you. give me a day or two
>>41637913I knew I kept you around for a reason, Anon.
>>41637911She already has blue eyes.
>>41637929>massive zebra rump>i forgot her eyes color
>>41637948Understandable.
>>41637929Maybe she wants a lighter shade of blue. Or maybe she can see more colors than you can and to her, her eyes are not blue.
>>41637892Me
>>41637182Pretty sure the thread link was already cut during the great janny fuck up.
>>41638443That was what, 2, maybe 3 threads ago? So recent.
>>41638443We've had multiple premature thread deaths over the years.
Archiving my shit from the previous thread here.https://ponepaste.org/10485 (the >rape series, the Luna >rape is here, the last one in case you've missed it and don't want to go to the previous thread, an another link to which being just a few posts above me).https://ponepaste.org/10486 (Bon Bon anal because it doesn't fit the theme (warning: some lines may cause triggering, proceed with caution)).
>>41638587Thanks for the paste.
>>41638558>>41638443Like the holocaust, but worse.
>>41638587>https://ponepaste.org/10486based rape anon, i love you! and thanks for the greens
Average stallion subconsciously does not recognize the existence of all but the top 10% of mares. This is an important biological mechanism to help keep them mostly sane.Anons have no snowpity sensitivity threshold mechanism, as ponies are not native to their world. Anons are capable of comprehending 100% of mares and often go insane from being constantly surrounded by pretty mares.
>>41638953And we have proof it happened
>>41638587gonna be honest havent read any of these
>>41639126Given that half of the last thread were my greens, I guess you were reading better greens.You are here to read greens, not to shitpost, right?
>>41639270why do ponies look so pretty in dresses?
>>41639272Their snowpities shine brighter when they wear dresses.
>>41639270sorry bro i dont care for your styledont take it so personally
>>41639498Fair enough.
>>41639498Jokes on you, I love his style. and his latest rgre >rape series is pure kino
>>41639270god colgate is cutei want her to rape me
>>41637913>>41637918alright i have to finish an update for another one of my big greens first but here's what i've got so far in terms of ideas. like everything i do it got way out of hand so i'm gonna do all of them at some point, feel free to add or correct anything here. try to guess which one my waifu is
>>41640056Would Celestia/Luna go for the grand proposal or keep it on the down low?How would proposals work when dealing with a herd?
>>41638587What is RGREquestria's legal stance on marital >rape?
>>41640336>fluttershy explaining her relationship with anonRAPE ANON I SUMMON YOU DO IT PLEASE
>>41640056fuck man, you da real mvp. my nigga
>>41640056Pinkie Pie and Rarity make my kokoro go doki doki. god all of them are cute as hell, real good fucking work here.
>>41640411>>41640425don't thank me yet anons, the real greens are on their way
>>41640524NO FUCKING WAY
>>41639033Most incomprehensible take possible, as natural selection would just end up that /all/ mares would be visible by a generation or two, either by the handful of stallions that see the rest getting an ungodly amount of otherwise invisible mares pregnant, or the few mares that can be noticed being the only ones that actually... ya know. Reproduce.
>>41640253nta, of course, but I think Luna would go for something grand. She's old fashioned. From a time when nobles were expected to act big and bold. Remember how she used to speak in the royal canterlot voice, meant to command attention from all around. Her's would be less of a proposal than it is a declaration.Meanwhile, Celestia would prefer to keep it quiet. She's the soft speaker. The one who surprises ponies with her appearance. The Princess who travels to Ponyville for small country banquets, and engineers others to cause disruptions at the gala without anyone noticing.
>>41640336The real answer is the same as normal EquestriaThe other answer is why flutterrape exists
>>41617330Time to finish this.>The next morning, as you're eating breakfast made by Anonymous, he suddenly raises his hand, making an odd snapping sound with it.>You reflexively flick your ears, looking at him in surprise.>"That's right, I forgot to mention. The video of your interview is really blowing up.">You shake your head, lowering your muzzle towards your plate again."Blowing up?">"Right, human terms. It means that it's very popular. People liked it, and lots of them saw it.">You consider the implications as you chew your food with a small smile."So, lots of people know what a moron Cap is, and how I totally kicked her flank?">"Heh. Was that your goal? Yes, they do, though they obviously don't know who you are.""Good enough," You shrug.>"Want to make another video? We could go through some of the comments.""Comments?">"Yeah. You can do more than just watch the videos. You can leave comments on them. Some people ask questions and the like.">Licking your lips, you slowly nod."Yeah... Okay.">Once you're done eating, Anonymous leads you to his recording room, dimming the lights again while you sit down and wait.>While he's doing his technomancy, you get an idea."Say, could I actually see the video myself? I'm curious what it looks like.">"Oh, sure. Here.">You switch to his chair, looking at your silhouette in the darkness. To your relief, it really is impossible to tell that it's you in there. Even your voice somehow sounds different, though the words come out just fine, without any distortions. Yet another thing human machines can do.>Once everything's ready, you switch seats again.>Anonymous sits by the screen, going through the comments.>"So, by popular demand, and because I asked her nicely Swift Sprint is back for another video. Let's see... Well, this was quite predictable. There's lots of people asking where they can get some breezie powder, and whether you brought some with you from Equestria. Not sure you should even answer that. Promoting drugs would probably get this video taken down.""I wouldn't have told them anyway," You shake your head. "I'm certainly not telling you where to find my former gang, and I don't actually know how dealers hook people in and where they do their thing. I just brought packages from place to place. As for the other thing, as I found out, breezie powder is magical, so it's useless on this side of the portal. It only works in Equestria.">"There you have it, folks. No weird pony drugs for you. And since they're magical, I'd advise you to keep it that way. If you've been following my channel, you should know the dangers magic poses to humans. Now, let's see... MagneticTaco asks, "So how bad is it on the other side? You having to run away as they chased you sounded pretty harrowing. Is Portal Town just a den of murderers on every corner?">You slowly shake your head.
>>41640798"It's really not, at least concerning murders. While the gangs act like they're the owners of their own fiefdoms in private, they know better than to act out in public. Which is why I think that there's a really good chance Raspberry might be dead already. Ponies that cause such a bad kerfuffle in public tend to get disappeared real fast. Not that anything actually went down since they were too afraid to attack Anonymous here, but I highly doubt her "fifty thousand bounty" stunt went unnoticed.">Anonymous hums thoughtfully.>"So who does the disappearing? Do the other gangs all watch each other? Are there some kind of unwritten rules? If they were, you'd think there wouldn't have been that many different ponies going after you...""There are, but it's not the street-level thugs enforcing them. There's some kind of... Mafia, I guess, or something. I hardly know anything real, they're usually talked about in whispers by the regular gang members. They're the ones supplying the breezie powder, you never see them, but if the gangsters get too big for their horseshoes and start having deadly street fights or something that might get attention from Canterlot and get the local, bribed guards replaced, they disappear without a trace soon after.">"Huh. Alright. And since they're not running the gangs directly, there's literally no way to trace them, even if some gangsters get caught and are forced to rat them out.""Yeah. I guess Raspberry had dreams of becoming as big as them, what with her insisting on being called "Capo". So much for that.">"So what else do the gangs do, besides dealing?""Pickpocketing, stealing, dealing in weird artifacts, all that stuff. Occasional mugging, though that's a risky bet. Mostly, it's sleight of hoof, or scamming tourists with rigged street games and the like. If turf fights happen, it's always in out of sight areas, and they always clean up after themselves. If they don't, the mafia will come clean them up later.">"What was that about artifacts?""Well, you know how ponies have been using Earth pretty much as a dump to neutralize dangerous and cursed artifacts, right? Sometimes it's some pony trying to get rid of something, sometimes it's the government itself. And sometimes, they don't make it to their destination. I don't know if someone on the inside is selling them off or if they get stolen, but there's the occasional bit of news about this or other that was supposed to go through the portal going missing. A few years back, there was some thing that was supposed to give you the strength of an alicorn, an amulet, I think... Anyway, it was supposed to go through the portal and get destroyed, but someone must've snatched it, 'cause the guards were combing the streets for days afterwards, shaking ponies down for it. Guess some collector paid for it, or something.">Anonymous nods.>"And knowing how gangs work, I'm guessing, a lot of "magical artifacts" they sell are probably just junk."
>>41640801>You snort, grinning."My gang didn't deal in those, but probably.">"Alright, next... Not related to your life, but Goatface2004 asks, "Is there any chance you could explain flight? Not the mechanics, but how it feels to wield magic and take off?""Ooh. That's a tough one. As much as I love flying, it's pretty hard to put it into words. Hmm... Well, I feel like I became heavier when I came to Earth...">You spend a while trying to describe the feeling of your magic getting removed as you stepped through the portal, and how it felt when you still had it.>There's a number of other questions. Some interesting, some dumb, some confusing.>After a while, Anonymous decides that he has enough material.>"All right, let's wrap this up for now. CookieMonster asks... "So what are your plans for when you go back to Equestria? Find Raspberry Cupcake and have an epic showdown?">You blink at the absurd suggestion."What? No. Hay no. That's dumb. I already won. I kicked her in the face and made it out of her hideout laughing. Why would I go back just to specifically look for trouble? That's a dumb risk. I engaged in plenty risky things, sure, but not pointless ones, and not where my life was at stake. I'll just... Go back and immediately skip town.">While it was a stupid question, it does get you thinking.>How exactly should you go about it?>Take off the moment you exit the Keep and blast your way towards the train station?>Or take it easy and try to lose yourself in the crowd?>Even though it should be fine, as you said yourself, you don't take unnecessary risks.>As you're thinking, Anonymous nods, turning everything off one by one.>"Alright, well... Wonder how this one will do.">As you get up from your chair and stretch your legs and wings, you turn towards him."You humans have some strange names.">"What do you- Oh. The online handles," He sniggers. "They're not actual names. Just, uh... Pseudonyms people make up and use online. In an effort to be original, most of them end up being ridiculous, instead.""Oh. Huh. Like Anonymous?">"Hm. Yeah.""Are you ever going to tell me your name?">He purses his lips as he thinks for a moment, tapping his machines.>"I don't know. It's kind of fun.">You roll your eyes."Weirdo alien. I'm out, then. Think I'll go for a trot. Could you get the door for me?">"Yeah, sure. One moment.">You go get your things, meeting him by the door.>Nodding to him, you go outside, unlocking the gate and closing it behind you.>Taking a deep breath, you recollect your thoughts for a moment before trotting off.***********>As you're out and about, you're calmer than before.>Between Anonymous' lessons and your own experience, you slowly learn which staring humans are just curious tourists, and which ones might try to yank your tail or wings.>Your day passes by smoothly, though not entirely without having to gallop to the nearest human guards.
>>41640803>It's quite different from Equestria, where the guards usually try to keep a respectful distance from humans, intervening more often to save a dumb pony from getting shot rather than protecting the aliens, who are more than capable of defending themselves.>Still, bit by bit, you adapt to the other side.>The days don't exactly fall into a routine as such, but at least you're not so tightly wound up that you're a second's away from a panicked gallop every time you're outside any more.>You also become more comfortable around Anonymous as well.>Weird as he is, none of the things he does seem to be malicious or threatening in any way.>He still grooms you from time to time, combing and brushing your mane and coat.>He oddly seems to ignore your tail.>At first, you assume that it's because humans don't have tails and so he doesn't know how, but then you remember that they don't have fur either, and that doesn't stop him from brushing you.>Well, whatever. Just another human oddity.>After a few times that happens, you slowly manage to relax and not tense up when he does it, almost learning to enjoy it.>Almost.>Brushing is not something anyone ever did for you in the past, so it's still a bit confusing when it happens.>The saved time from doing it yourself is nice, at least.>Your days are filled with wandering about the sections of the city, learning various bits of knowledge about the different nations that own their slices, more lessons about humans from Anonymous, human food, human movies, and the occasional anonymous question and answer video.>The vegetables and fruits taste a bit bland on this side, but the variety of cooked food in restaurants is pretty huge, even if you miss hay a bit.>The fearful, tense escape to hide among the humans actually turns into a mostly pleasant vacation, at least for a short while.>Unfortunately, the time that you spend enjoying yourself on Earth is indeed short.>Movies, drinking, learning about humans...>It's all fun and good for a few weeks, but you're really itching to go for a flight.>While you adapt to the human style of living, every day becomes more and more frustrating as you're unable to engage in your favorite stress relief.>As you now consciously stop yourself from falling face-first out of bed after a failed flight attempt every morning, the suppressed desire to fly screams at you ever harder.>Going outside and flapping your wings madly until you're sweaty and exhausted helps for a while, but it's still not enough.>During one of those sessions, you're trotting around the front yard of Anonymous' house, flapping away.>*fwoomp fwoomp fwoomp fwoomp fwoomp*>Eventually stopping, you pant, your wings limp against your sides.>Anonymous opens the door, examining you curiously.>"Can't quite get over it, can you? Don't think I'd be able to go without flying that long myself, honestly, if I was born with wings.""Yeeaaah....">You take a few more deep breaths.
>>41640805"The distractions are fun, but that's all they are. Distractions. Ponies don't usually stay on Earth this long, do they?">He thinks about it for a while before shrugging helplessly.>"I don't think so, but I really don't know for certain. A couple weeks at a time, usually? Maybe?">You blink as you realize that you actually lost track of the days."Hey, how long have I been here now?">"Around three weeks, I think? Add a few days, maybe.""Hmmm...">The rent you paid was for a month, so there's not much left. Not that you have to stay the entire time, of course. You could just go.>You're pretty sure the heat should have died down by now.>Shaking your mane out of your face, you trot back inside."I think I should start making plans to go back.">Anonymous nods.>"Fair enough. What's your game plan on the other side?""Well, I don't really stand out all that much, I think. If I just act normal and go through the main streets towards the train station, I'm pretty sure I should be able to get lost in the crowd.">"So you need to time it with the train.">You purse your lips as you remember that the dimensions are not aligned, time-wise."Oh yeah... I forgot the different times thing... How do I find out what time it is in Equestria?">"Internet," Anonymous grins, reaching for his phone.>You shake your head."It's still insane how you can find every possible bit of knowledge in that thing.">He smiles.>"Not everything. Far from it. Just what humans put on there. And things like different time zones are actually one of the more basic things you can find. Anyway... Equestria is some... Hm, uneven number... Eight hours, twenty seven minutes behind the local time.""Eight... Yeah, it was already late evening when I got here...">"So, do you know the train schedules?""Hmm, there's one around midday, I think, then the evening one is...">You tap your chin as you think.>Anonymous sniggers under his breath as he taps his phone some more.>"Nine in the morning for the first train, twelve-thirty, five-thirty and nine o' clock for the final one.""Cheater," You grumble as you pin your ears back in irritation. "Why do you humans even need to know that?">"For the same reasons you do? So we could go there and not wait for hours.""Right, duh. Silly me.">He looks at you expectantly.>"So, when are you going to go?">You canter into the kitchen to get some water as you think."Huh, well. I don't know. If I want to get lost in the crowds... I think... Midday or the one after that.">"The other one would be around 1am at night here.""Mmm... Better go earlier, then.">He looks at you for a while, eyes slightly narrowed.>You raise your eyebrows as you put the cup of water down."What?">"What if we do the same thing you did in Equestria?""...What thing? Fly like crazy? That'd be more dangerous than acting normal.">He shakes his head.>"What if I go with you? To scare off any overly ambitious gangers?"
>>41640808>Your eyes go wide and a small smile blooms on your face as you imagine yourself trotting down the street with a human bodyguard."That'd be really badflank, but also, very attention-grabbing.">He shrugs.>"Refuge in audacity. You're sure you're going to be safe otherwise?""Pretty sure, yeah. And remember, even if something happens, I am the best runner in the city, and I know all the flight paths and side streets. I could get away.">"Could you, after weeks of not flying?">You bite your lip as you consider the question.>You did meet some ponies that have been on Earth already, and their descriptions of your magic returning weren't entirely pleasant.>They said that you suddenly felt like you could take on the entire world as your strength returned to you, but fine control took a few hours to return as your body remembered how to work with magic again.>Pegasi would hop into the air with excitement, only to slam themselves into the ceiling and shoot small electrical discharges everywhere. Unicorns would crush or throw things with their magic, while earth ponies would crack the rocks under their hooves, or suddenly made plants around them sprout.>You thought that meant flight would be fine, if you could just take off somewhere without a roof.>Still, there's no telling just what issues you might suddenly face.>You slump down in a chair as you weigh your options."Uggggh... Why does this have to be so hard? If I was doing a run, it'd take me minutes to decide. Figure out the best route, map out the city in my head... Easy peasy.">Anonymous puts his hand on your neck comfortingly.>"Probably because you've been doing that for years. This is new for you, with things you never had to account for before.">You lean into him, sighing."Yeah...">Wait, why did you lean into him?>That's been happening lately, and you can't figure out why.>...Whatever, his fingers feel nice as he slowly scratches your neck.>Anonymous grins stupidly, in the way he does when he's about to make a dumb joke.>"I mean, if you want complete safety, we could go totally crazy...">You blink."How? Go as loud and noticeable as possible?">He shakes his head.>"No, the opposite. What if, instead of you running packages, you become the contraband this time?""Wot?">He sniggers at your expression as he walks away.>You blink in confusion, getting off the chair and following him.>He digs around in a closet, pulling out a huge suitcase.>It's tall as heck, reaching his belly. Wide and thick, too.>"Bet you could totally fit in this thing.""...">You eye it critically, comparing its dimensions to yours."...Maybe.">He unzips it and lays it out on the floor.>Still eyeing it critically, you slowly put your hooves inside one by one, pursing your lips.>"Are you claustrophobic at all? If you start freaking out while inside, it would definitely draw lots of attention.">You shake your head."Not really. I used to hide in some pretty tight spots when I was little."
>>41640809>You slowly lie down, curling up and folding yourself in ways to fit inside.>"That doesn't look too bad.">He zips it up again, and everything goes dark.>It is actually somewhat uncomfortable, but you can deal with it.>Considering all the other things you had to deal with in life, this is nothing.>Things get more uncomfortable as he lifts it up and puts it on its wheels, though.>You're shifted out of lying down to a half-sitting position."Grgh.">Shifting your limbs a little, you get comfortable again.>"So, how is it?""Less cramped than expected, honestly. This thing is huge.">He unzips it and you awkwardly flop out of the thing, shaking your wings to realign your feathers.>"So, what do you think?">You give the suitcase a side-eye."Anonymous, this is the weirdest, most ridiculous thing I ever knew anyone to come up with. Which is why it will probably definitely work. No one would think to look for me in there in a thousand years.">"Heh. Yeah.""The guards checked my bags, though. How-">"You can go in when we're through the portal, of course. It doesn't matter if the guards see you, right? You said the Keep guards aren't taking bribes.""Oh. Right.">"So, do you want to actually do it?">You take a few more minutes to think it through."You know what? To Tartarus with it. Yes, let's do it. Even if I'm ninety-nine percent sure that absolutely nothing would happen and that they already forgot about me, it'd be pretty damn embarrassing if I slipped up and something happened to me at the finish line. You'll get to be a runner with a package this time. Just don't actually run. I don't think getting jostled would be fun, and I don't want to throw up in there.">"Sounds like a plan," he nods. *********** >Once the two of you finalize the plan, you spend a couple days wrapping things up on Earth.>You decide to leave all of your human-style clothes and stuff behind, intending to travel light.>You're mildly tempted to buy some human gadgets, but since they run out of power and just become dead weight pretty fast, you decide against it.>Sure, most of them are small, but the weight really adds up when you start counting all the things to get them to work, like wires, batteries, "solar panel chargers" and so on, not to mention how fragile and easy to damage they are.>You're definitely going to be flying at breakneck speeds for a good while when you get clear of Portal Town.>You make a final video with Anonymous, making an awkward goodbye to your apparent "fans".>Having fans and obligations to them wasn't ever something you had to deal with before, though you did wonder what it would feel like it the past.>With how fast you are, you did have some idle musings about trying out for the Wonderbolts once you left town.>Probably not to join them for real, though. Just to see how you measure up to the "official" best flyers around.>Once everything is done, you retrieve your bits and don your saddlebags, picking up your passport.
>>41640811>The only memento you'll have of your time on Earth.>Slipping it into your bag, you stop to think for a moment, digging your hoof in deeper, and trying to grab a few coins.>Sighing as they slip away from your hoof, you stick your muzzle in, grabbing a few coins with your lips.>Counting out five, you spit them out on top of the bed.>You're planning on leaving them there, but Anonymous pokes his head in.>"Ready to go?""Yeah," You nod, slinging the saddlebags on your back.>"You forgot some coins.">You shake your head, trotting towards the door and squeezing past him."They're for you.">"Hey, you don't need to do that. You paid your rent-""And you provided a lot more than rent," You counter. "You made food for me most of the days, bought me lots of booze, and all that stuff. So yeah. Keep them. I pay my debts.">"That's- Fine. It doesn't look like you'd take them back if I insisted.""Nope," You confirm, cantering down the stairs.>"Got everything else?""Yeah. Not like I came with much. I'm leaving more than I'm taking.">You look at the boots by the door with some thought.>Oddly comfy when you got used to them, but you'll have your wings back when you're on the other side.>Grabbing the handle of the suitcase in one hand, Anonymous works the locks.>"Go time, then.">You nod, not saying anything else.>A few moments later, you're outside, moving towards the bus stop.>It's fairly empty, and you reach the portal building without any issues.>Getting off the vehicle, you give one last look towards Earth as you canter through the wide doors.>Given the time difference, there's few humans travelling, with several ponies exiting the portal with their ears pinned back and their expressions queasy."It gets easier. Try to sit down on those chairs for a moment," You advise them as you pass by a heaving unicorn.>Once you get to the desks, the procedures are equally swift, at least at first.>The humans scan your document with their machines, looking over their screens and double-checking that it's you.>The portal itself is still disorienting, though, and you squeeze your eyes almost entirely shut as you slowly canter into the dimensional hole.>Time gets confusing as you keep trotting, seemingly ending up at the end a second later, yet feeling like you've been putting one hoof in front of the other for hours."Mare, this thing is weird," You mutter under your breath.>"Yeah, a real mindfuck every time," Anonymous agrees, rubbing his eyes.>Your breathing gets quicker as you observe the threshold.>On the other side is Equestria. Just a step, and...>It starts slow, with tingles. Like your limbs fell asleep, except it's kind of on the inside.>You shake yourself at the odd sensation of your internal organs experiencing the sensation of pins and needles."Hooo mare that's new.">"Take a minute to acclimatize, I'll go through my check ups," Anonymous nods to you.>Huh?
>>41640812>Your buzzing brain takes a few moments to figure out what he said as you watch him approach a conveyer belt, taking off his weapons and emptying his pockets into a tray, putting the suitcase on it afterwards.>As it slides off, a unicorn scans it with magic first, a pegasus and a human looking it over in a human screen afterwards.>Cantering over, you try not to stumble, trying to figure out how this works."Do I...?">"Just put your saddlebags on a tray, ma'am," The unicorn says."This is different than going in," You mutter as you take off your saddlebags, happy that you finally can use your hooves and wings to their full ability again.>"Magical scans are good, but we're trying to see if there's anything the humans can add with their machines that we miss," The unicorn explains as she scans your bags.>The pile of bits in there gets some raised eyebrows, but no comments.>Meanwhile, Anonymous stands off to the side a small distance away, as another unicorn picks his things up one by one, focusing the most on what you're fairly certain are the weapons.>You turn to the mares as you retrieve your saddlebags as they exit the machine."Say, what is this about? I thought that humans were allowed to bring in just about everything?">"Just about, yes. Not everything. Besides that, we do actively try to understand and catalogue what they're bringing in, so that we know what not to allow. It's a slow process with just how much stuff the humans have made, but we're learning.">As the unicorn examining his weapons taps something on a human device, you hear her mutter "Ammunition, small caliber fire-arm...""So there's weapons you don't allow? I heard humans need some pretty powerful stuff to take down some of the tougher monsters.">"Sure. There's things like explosives, especially trigger-trap things they call "mines" and such. Apparently, there's cases on Earth where they're left forgotten, and blow up some innocent passer-by later on. Quantity matters too. The humans were worried about an "alien invasion" and stuff, but we're the ones that actually have to be wary. Their weapons work here, our magic doesn't on the other side. So we measure the inflow and outflow of weapons, and stop people that are trying to carry through enough to supply a small army. Princess Celestia doesn't want them making secret stockpiles, or selling their weapons off to questionable characters.""Oh. Interesting. Say, I lived in Portal Town all my life, so I'm kind of used to them. What's it like in other cities? Are ponies afraid of humans invading?">The unicorn and the pegasus hum in thought, glancing at each other.>"Well, ponies don't like it very much when they flaunt their arsenals in the cities for no reason," The unicorn supplies.
>>41640814>"The frontier towns can't get enough of them, though. Usually, taming an area takes many generations, with some ponies inevitably getting dragged away and eaten by some nasties before either the Royal Guard are asked to help, or the locals band together to hunt the beasts down, which inevitably costs more lives and bits. Humans, though? They do it for free. Happily, even!" The pegasus adds.>"Not just free, they actually pay guides and stuff so they know where to go and what they're facing. Can't say I understand it, but we ponies are not predators, so I guess I'll never will. But hey, it's their funeral, and they seem all too happy to risk their hides for the glory of the kill. Win-win for everyone," The unicorn finishes with a shrug."I see... Thanks.">They nod, their expressions still mildly bored. You guess they heard questions like that many times already.>Meanwhile, the second unicorn finishes examining Anonymous' stuff, nodding to him as he re-equips his things.>Trotting over to him, you reflexively flex your tingling wings, a few sparks snapping in the air around you."Whoa.">You twitch, reflexively flapping and almost falling over sideways.>Anonymous reaches out with a hand, grabbing your foreleg and wincing as a few sparks hit him.>The unicorn also grabs you, pressing your hooves down to the floor with her magic.>"We recommend you go outside to practice your flying, ma'am.""I wasn't- Yeah, thanks. Just slipped up a little. First time coming back from Earth.">Taking quick, shallow breaths as your heart beats faster, you nod gratefully to Anonymous as you right yourself."Thanks. Let's go. I need- let's just go.">"Sure.">Grabbing his suitcase, he follows behind you as you trot forward, weaving to the sides a little as your body keeps feeling weird.>You almost trot past the sign as Anonymous clears his throat, pointing at it.>Bathrooms.>Right, of course.>Quickly going inside, the two of you look around and listen.>All quiet.>With a small grin, Anonymous quickly puts the suitcase down, zipping it open.>You can't help but grin a little as well, the absurdity and the fun of the plan almost making you giggle.>It takes a little more effort to fit in with your saddlebags, but you manage.>Moments later, you're zipped inside, with just a small gap left for air.>You take the chance to hug yourself as tightly as possible, taking deep, but not too loud breaths, hoping to get your body to get through the weird sensations by the time you reach your destination.>Your ears perk and flick reflexively as you hear the wheels roll on different surfaces.>The smooth floor of the Keep turns into the uneven, bumpy cobble road of the town.>You frown as your teeth rattle from the vibration, but it's not too bad.>There's also the usual sounds of the city, the clip-clops and voices of the ponies, often moving a short distance away when they see Anonymous pass by.>Good so far...
>>41640816>It's quite a trot, but no one tries to accost him in any way the entire time.>You shouldn't be surprised, really. Everyone knows not to bother humans without a good reason.>Eventually, the hubbub of many voices grows louder.>That must be the crowd waiting for a train.>Anonymous slows down for a while, probably looking around for a quieter spot where he can let you out without attracting attention.>There's a whistle, a conductor shouting something about the train leaving that you can't entirely hear.>Was it five? Fifteen?>From the sounds of hooves, the crowd begins to move, Anonymous going in the other direction.>Moments later, he lays the suitcase down, unzipping it.>"Quickly," He hisses.>You hop out almost flaring your wings, managing to clamp down on it the last moment, courtesy of the many times you had to do that back on Earth every morning.>Looking around, you notice that he went behind a stand with a huge map of Equestria on it, the crowd filing into the train on the other side.>"Well... This is it, partner," He nods to you, his expression inscrutable. "Where are you going to go, exactly?""Eh. I always figured I'd just go to the nearest stop. Just need to get out of the damn jungle and desert, and I can fly between the other cities myself, when I'm in Equestria proper. So, Ponyville. And... Partner?">He shrugs with a small smile.>"I had fun. We worked together on some videos.">You nod slowly, your ears folding a little."I... I had fun too, Anonymous. You were... You were a good...">He tilts his head in mild confusion at your inability to say it.>"Friend?""Maybe. I never had friends," You sigh, lowering your gaze.>He squats down, gently raising you by the chin with a hand.>"Really, never?">You shrug."I had mares that owed me. Mares that I had... I'd guess it would be a "Professional relationship" or some other fancy crap like that. Friends? Not really. But... Yeah. I'd... I think I'd like to call you friend.">He nods, smiling gently as he rubs your chin.>"I'd like that too. Will you ever come back? You can drop by any time you want, you know.">You shrug. You did discuss the possibility while you were back on Earth, but you weren't sure, and you're still not sure now."I have no idea. I have no idea what's life like outside Portal City, Anonymous, and I don't know what sort of stuff I'll get in to. I'm still going to write, though.">You do have his address written down, as well as his phone number.>"That's as good as I'm going to get, I suppose. So, ah...""What?">"What do pony friends do when they say goodbye? Hug?">You snort, rolling your eyes."As if I have a clue. I... Uh...">Uncertainly, feeling an odd heat in your face, you stretch your neck out, poking his nose with yours before slowly rubbing your muzzle all over his face.>"Ah. Nuzzling. That works," He mutters.>Reaching out with his hands, he gently runs his fingers across the tips of your feathers.
>>41640816>"Stay safe out there. Don't let the leatherbacks get you," He mutters into your ear with a stupid grin."You too. Watch out for niggers," You whisper with a nod, disengaging from him.>Both of you snigger at each other, a shout interrupting the mood.>"Train leaves in two minutes! Last call!">With a final nod, you turn around and gallop towards the ticket booth."One ticket to Ponyville, please!">The stallion managing it nods, retrieving a ticket and punching it as you hoof him the coins.>Ticket in mouth, you gallop towards the train, hopping through the doors.>Glancing around, you notice that the window seats are already taken, so you stay by the doors as the train begins to move, waving goodbye to Anonymous.>Once he's out of sight, you sigh, releasing the tension.>This is it. You made it. You're out of Portal Town. You're free.>You may well come back there some day, but for now...>Time to see what the rest of this world is like, first.>It's the first day of the rest of your life.https://ponepaste.org/10398As I often do, it's left open-ended to sequels, but I'm not very tempted to continue this one. I actually had an idea for another green... We'll see if I have the juice after I get some sleep.
>>41640354Funny that you mention her, because I am a total slut for the shy cutie. I wouldn't write >rape even if it's just a green, because I'd gladly let her fuck me whenever she wants to if her being the most prominent horse in my account didn't gave it away already.That'd be OOC of her anyway, she doesn't like forcing anyone. Maybe with a pushier mare like Autumn Blaze (otherwise a really nice mare, but Anon fears pissing her off anyway because Nirik are fucking scary) or with some unicorn like Starlight but not necessary her (resisting her is useless because she can petrify you and still have her way with you).I have a green to do in other thread, so maybe in two more weeks.
>>41640827it's always sad to see a good green end, but it's great to see a green get a proper end at allI'll miss these two racists
>>41641052All I want is a happy ending for flutterape. Thanks for the greens anon, they kept the thread alive and made my heart and cock bigger
>>41640056Kek do you have more stuff like this
are you happy that Celestia got her 4523rd consecutive election? If more stallions went out and voted we could have beat her 7 billion point lead
>>41640336Basically the only kind of rgre I want to read and write
>>41641172>4+ elections a year?>Elected royalty?>7+ billion points?It is so obvious when a colt tries to talk politics.
>>41641172She rules by divine right.
>>41640820I enjoyed the story. A good ol’ PiE green. I’m guessing the breezies are the mafia force behind the drug trade.
>>41641264>Elected royaltySUMMON THE ELECTOR COUNTS
>>41640827Amazing, an actual ending. These are stupidly rare it seems.
>>41641973Don't be silly. She clearly uses gavelkind for the +30% demesne limit.
>>41640827So good anon. now write the porn spin off
>>41640336>>41640354>Fluttershy loves sex with her human husband, and fucks his brains out any time she feels horny>Anon, who comes from a society where being chased by a female is a sign of huge success, enjoys her being so pushy with him>After all, you can't ever get enough of shy marepussy in your lifetime>Except the stallions find him proudly flaunting the pine wood smell imprinted by Flutters and submitting to her urges really slutty>Creepy and offputting, even>Something something RGRE
>>41642447>stallions just like real women have secret rape fantasies>most of the outrage is not caused by disgust, but by anon honesty to his desires>mares on the other end find it incredibly disgusting>anon starts to attract bad mares, and the only one that can save him now is flutterapist
>>41642447I understand completely.
>>41642479>Fluttershy turns into Flutterbat at full moon nights>Uses it to establish dominance among the bad amres
>>41640827Good stuff
>>41642479Flutters doing a captain save-a-ho routine on anon but actually successfully saving the ho would be a very satisfying read
>>41642479>>41642678Fluttershy is a /professional/ rapist. It's her duty to defend the fairer sex from untrained, unlicensed, or inexperienced rapists. Someone could get hurt otherwise. Most mares do not realize rape is a delicate art. They will take a wrecking ball to both what calls for a battering ram and what calls for a key.
>>41641832>I’m guessing the breezies are the mafia force behind the drug trade.I kind of figured that "breezie powder" was just a name like "angel dust" is for coke, but that'd be actually hilarious as all hell.>>41641063>>41642162Cheers. I guess I'm one of the very few weirdos that refuses to leave things unfinished.>>41642351>Write porn>RGRE says meh, write not porn>Write not porn>RGRE says meh, write pornThe duality of man>>41642529CheersNow then, let's jump into the next thing right away, shall we?>Be Strict Standard.>With a name like that, ponies usually think you're some kind of census taker, or measurer, surveyor, or something else along those lines.>But no. Not with a cutie mark like yours.>A book, with a pair of hoofcuffs imposed over it.>You are a keeper of the law.>THE LAW!>Which is why what you're doing right now almost makes you puke.>Gritting your teeth, you use your iron will and discipline to focus on what's important.>Your squad glance at you, waiting for the signal."When that mare passes," You whisper, observing one of the usual Canterlot fops trotting by from an alley you're all crammed in to.>Bloodthirsty grins bloom on Breaker's and Warder's faces, the twins elated by finally getting a chance for some real action.>Their expressions are mirrored in some way by every mare, with only Brick, the sole stallion, remaining stoic, though you do notice him set his jaw grimly as he grits his teeth.>You all know that this is probably it. The end.>But by Celestia's teats, if you're going down, you're going to take the bastards down with you."Now. GO GO GO!!!">Brick leads the charge. While he's slower, you'll need his earth pony mass and strength to get through the door in one blow.>Not that the others can't soften it up for him a little, first.>Warder and Breaker charge up their horns as they gallop, twin bolts of magic slamming into the door.>There's a loud blast and ribbons of magic slowly fading away as the wards on the door burn out, the wood cracking a little, but not breaking.>Of course it was warded up to the nines. But you doubt that whoever did it was expecting mares of their caliber to be the ones that'd try to break it. The siblings could probably easily qualify as elite battle mages if they cared to join the army, but they were plenty happy in the regular city guards so far.>Who knew. Maybe they'll go there afterwards, if the army will accept them after getting dishonorably discharged for this illegal raid. Probably not.>Smashing through the weakened door with all his strength, Brick neighs furiously as he rolls inside.>Flapping your wings, you and the rest of the squad follow, filing into the building as fast as you can.>Your eyes are immediately drawn to the excessive finery all over the large foyer, all silks and rich carpets on every possible surface.>Your target is ponies, though. Like the one panicked greeter mare that's currently diving behind her desk.
>>41643133"STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM! YOU HAVE VIOLATED THE LAW!">You don't expect her to stop, of course, pumping your wings and diving after her.>You don't get to catch her, though, as she disappears in a flash of light, your hooves slamming on the ground where she was but moments prior."Wha-">You could have sworn she was an earth pony, though! How did she do that?!>No time, damn it.>Fortunately, your squad isn't sitting by idly while all of that is happening.>You discussed the plan extensively beforehoof, and speed is key here. Every pony knows to go after whatever target is nearest.>Brick bucks at a door leading somewhere deeper into the building, with Warder prodding it with her magic.>Unfortunately, it seems that the teleporting earth mare triggered some kind of alarm, as the sound of bells starts ringing across the building.>Breaker's voice echoes from up the stairs.>"Another shielded door here, breaking it down!">You quickly make some calculations.>Six ponies with you, three left outside to cover the exits. Two by the lower door, so there's three trying to bust down the upper floor one.>And Breaker is with them, so they have more than enough power for that."Brick! Incoming!" You yell, making your decision.>Flapping your wings as hard as you can, you cannonball towards the door, Brick retracting his legs after another fierce buck that makes the walls shake.>Warder conjures a shield around you as you slam into the door, just shy of destroying it completely.>Instead, you get stuck inside it halfway, wriggling for a few moments to widen the hole and force yourself through.>Jumping forward, you look around as Brick smashes it down completely.>A sitting lounge, and just like the foyer, it's fancy as all Tartarus.>Large bar by one wall, drinks, comfy chairs, sofas, huge pillows...>And completely empty. There's some unfinished drinks around, but not a single pony."Damn it! Damn it all! Upstairs, now! Like your life depends on it! Warder!">"Yes, sarge!">Once again, she casts a shield around you as you blast your way upstairs, the sound of splintering wood and creaking metal sounding out from the abused door."COMING IN HOT!">Diving over your mare's heads, you slam into this door as well.>This time, you manage to break through, folding your wings and rolling to a stop on the floor as the shield dissipates.>Breaker is already galloping ahead, her horn fired up as she starts blasting at a mare at the end of a long corridor.>She shrieks in terror, ducking down, but still attempting to crawl towards a door at the very end.>Breaker keeps her suppressed, though, and as you clamber to your hooves, Warder reaches the top of the stairs as well, seeing the situation and conjuring a shield over the door, just as the mare reaches for the handle.>Her hoof bounces off, and she stares stupidly at the shield for a second as a stunner bolt whizzes right past her muzzle.
>>41643135>That knocks her out of her trance, and she taps some kind of ornate peytral that she's wearing.>With a flash of light, she's gone.>Stern Hoof, your other earth pony bruiser, slams a wall, snorting angrily.>"Bucking all of them can teleport?! What is this place staffed by, Celestia's School's professors?!""Talk later!" You yell, galloping forward. "Check all of the doors! Breaker, Warder, with me!">While the others look through the other doors, all of which are ajar, the three of you gallop towards the final one.>You glance at the rooms as you pass them by.>Fancy beds, with the smell of sex, incense, and perfumes wafting out from each and every one of them. All empty, though.>Oh yeah. This was a brothel, all right. "Chasing ghosts" your tailhole.>As you reach the final door, Warder removes the shield, and you give it an experimental kick.>It's locked, but not shielded and reinforced like the other ones are.>Without a word, Breaker shoots clean through the lock as Warder opens it for you.>Galloping in, you immediately scan the room.>Another bed, and on it...>"What's that?" The unicorn twins chorus in a duo, tilting their heads."Dunno. Haven't seen whatever he is before," You grunt, taking in the sight.>There's a long, thin form stretched out on the bed.>There's little doubt that it's a he, though, a noticeable tent formed under the thin silk blanket.>He is asleep, or, more likely, drugged into uncosciousness.>Flaring your nostrils, you smell the tell-tale scent of herbs and sedative drugs, as well as sexual stimulants.>His forelegs are chained to the bedposts with hoofcuffs.>The cuffs themselves are soft and covered in some fuzzy material, but the chains are definitely real.>"Well, boss, if we had any doubts before...">You nod as the rest of the squad come inside the room.>"Everything is empty, they got every single one- oh hello there, big guy," Thunder Spark purrs.>Stern Hoof smacks the unicorn upside her head with a metallic clang.>"Focus. Orders, sarge?">You trot closer to the unfamiliar creature, perking your ears and flaring your nostrils again.>Listening to his breathing and heartbeat, you bite your lip."Hospital, obviously. He is the biggest and most important bit of evidence that we have. We have to protect him with our lives, got it? Now come on, get him out of these chains. Thunder Spark, get outside and signal the others. Tell Dive and Gale to prepare a stretcher. Ward, conjure something up and levitate him gently. Wrap him in the blanket.">Breaker cuts through the cuffs as Warder conjures a magical stretcher, moving his limbs to his sides and lifting the mystery stallion into the air.>With a nod, you all move out, with you taking point.>As you get downstairs, you see Sharp Gaze already inside, taking photos of everything."Be careful. They were prepared in ways we weren't even expecting," You call out to her as you trot by.>"Yeah? How?" She asks, not turning to look at you.
>>41643136"Teleporting earth ponies," You grumble.>"For real?">"They had teleportation amulets," Breaker supplies. "All of them got away, including the victims. Except for this guy.""What are- Never mind. You can explain later.">Trotting outside, you find Winter Gale and Dive Dodge, the other two pegasi of your squad already waiting.>You thought covering the exits was a smart idea, but that was before you knew the suspects could bucking teleport out.>Not that it would have mattered, you suppose. More ponies would have just clogged up the tight corridors.>"What's the sitch, sarge?" Dive asks, looking at the creature."More or less what we expected. There's the most lavish sex-slave brothel you ever saw in your lives inside," You quickly explain. "Everyone got away, though, except for this guy, and he's drugged pretty badly. We need to get him to the hospital, stat.">"Southern's closest, right?" Gale asks, hitching up to the stretcher as Warder deposits her cargo."No, we're going Royal," You shake your head. "They're the ones best equipped to treat non-equines, since they're the designated ones to treat delegates to the Palace if some diplomat or visitor falls ill. I'll take point. The rest of you, catch up on hoof.">"Yes, sarge!">They nod or salute as you flap your wings, taking off, the pair with the stretcher following along.>It's a tense flight, but no one interrupts you, despite many pegasi giving you curious looks.>Once you land and enter the hospital, your armor and entrance attracts a fair amount of attention from the staff.>"Combat injuries, ma'am?" A young mare asks, trotting closer."No. Sexual abuse victim, heavily drugged, possibly suffering malnutrition or dehydration, unknown species," You summarize, the "unknown species" bit getting a bunch of raised eyebrows as more ponies crowd around you.>They take a few looks at him, quickly examining his pupils, his heartbeat and his breathing, before driving a gurney over and gesticulating towards it.>"Deposit him there, please! And you, get Doctor Swift!" One of the older mares commands a younger one.>Turning to you, she raises her eyebrows as they begin wheeling him off, the three of you trotting along.>"I'm guessing you can't tell me anything about him, can you?""Not a thing," You confirm. "We literally busted him out of an illegal brothel some... Twenty minutes ago or less. Never saw anything like him before. All I can tell you is that there was clearly massive money in the operation, so we're going to stick around to protect him.">"That bad, huh? Alright, but you're staying outside the operations room while we work on him.""Understood.">And older mare, presumably Doctor Swift, trots over just as he gets wheeled into the room, the doors closing in front of your nose.>You sigh, the adrenaline wearing off slightly as shivers run across your body.>Resting your head against the door, you mutter under your breath.
>>41643138"I hope to Celestia he survives. We could really use the faces of whoever did that to him.">Dive shrugs.>"He should, sarge. I mean, I doubt whoever was running that thing wanted their colts to die, right? Sex and date rape drugs aren't lethal... Usually.""Here's to hoping," You nod. "There's no telling how long he's been in that state. Could be years, remember?">They nod, their expressions clouding a little.>It's been a long road that led you here. ******** >Time passes while you wait.>The rest of your squad catches up with you, all of you standing about near the operating room.>Junior doctors come and go, all of them giving you helpless shrugs when you ask for an update."How long has it been now?" You finally ask, your mouth dry and your stomach empty.>"Almost three hours, I think," Stern Hoof supplies."Damn. I don't think this is normal," You huff.>"Well, he is an unfamiliar species... Guess the doctors are just being extra slow and careful," Thunder Spark shrugs."Yeah... Mare, I need food. Who's up for a run?">After a few moments of deliberation, the unicorns are sent out.>Rather than go for hospital food (yuck), they go out to get takeout from some eatery that they know nearby.>Before long, they return, and you dig into your greasy, filling, delicious junk food.>You keep glancing at the doors as you eat, but they still don't open.>Only when you're all finished do they finally open, the doctors slowly wheeling out the patient, their expressions haunted.>His fancy silk blanket has been replaced with a hospital one, though he doesn't look much better.>The old doctor approaches you, her face set in a hard frown.>"Pardon me, ma'am...?">You stand up in a parade stance.>"Sergeant Strict Standard of the City Guard, ma'am. How may I help?">"Doctor Swift Diagnosis of the Royal Hospital. Pleasure to make your acquaintance... Well, not really, given the circumstances. Sergeant, what kind of dark magic torture pit did you drag this poor creature out from?!">Your eyes go wide at the sudden question, as do the rest of your squad's."What? I'm sorry, doctor, was there a misunderstanding? We rescued him from-">"An illegal brothel, yes? Well, they were doing something far more than raping creatures there, then," She sniffs.>You feel a mild chill run down your back."...Like what?">"We don't know. I never- none of us ever saw anything like that. He is alive, he is breathing. But he has NO MAGIC, sergeant. We're not sure if he actually even is alive any more, actually. Or if he's some kind of... Sex homunculus, or something. But then, he'd have magic animating him!""Celestia...">You're quite a bit out of your depth here, and it clearly shows on your face as the Doctor's expression softens.>"Relax, I'm not blaming you or anything. But this is quite the situation that we found ourselves in. We're going to have to come up with some new treatments if we want to purge and un-drug him.""Why?"
>>41643139>"Well, it seems that his organs have lost, or never had to begin with, an ability to process, digest, and filter out magic. So the magical drugs that he's been pumped with are staying in his system, only getting flushed out in absolutely tiny amounts with sweat and urine.""But that means he'll get rid of them eventually, right?">"If he lives that long. See the yellowish tinge on his skin? That means his liver is failing. We need to find a way to purge them out of his system faster, before they kill him.">You purse your lips as you think."There's all kinds of anti-venom and poison purging potions-">"All of which are magical, made from more magical plants," The doctor grins wryly, having anticipated it."...Ah.">"Indeed. We'll keep working. For now, though, we have to sit down and think. We'll assign him a room, and you can have it all to yourself and him. Excuse me.">You nod as she hurries away. the junior doctors and nurses wheeling the patient further in.>Nodding to your squad, you follow along as they lead you to one of the lifts, bringing him to one of the higher floors.>Finding the room, all of you filter in, the others trotting out, save for a nurse and one junior doctor.>The doctor nods to you somewhat awkwardly, eight bulky guards taking up quite a lot of space.>"So, I don't actually know the protocols here, so just... Make yourself comfortable, I guess? I'll get some chairs. We'll keep him under constant observation. You're not going to stop the staff from coming and leaving, are you?""No, of course not. As long as they're real doctors and nurses, and not just someone coming in to off our witness.">"Damn. Is it actually that bad? I never even heard of something like this happening before," She shakes her head while the nurse glances at you curiously."Well, you heard the senior doctor, right? It looks like some really messed up things happened in that brothel. And if whoever ran it is that unscrupulous, well...">"I see," She mutters under her breath.>"Are we actually in danger, ma'am?" The nurse asks.>You look over the colt.>He doesn't look particularly scared. Maybe even excited."Probably not, but there are some pretty powerful ponies involved in this," You shrug.>"Wait, you actually know who they are? Why don't you arrest them?" Both of their eyebrows shoot up as your squad sniggers quietly."Kind of," You grin wryly. "It's a long story of corruption and skullduggery. And I can't arrest them because they're my superiors. Not yet, at least.">"Oh my goodness! Are you allowed- Can you tell us more?" The nurse gushes.>You roll your eyes.>Of course a colt can't help but want to gossip, and you did just drop the juiciest bit he probably heard in his entire life.
>>41643142>Well, making noise is what you set out to do, so..."Usually, I wouldn't, but since I'm going against my corrupt bosses, yes, I do need as many ponies to know about this as possible. See, I've actually been chasing this sex trafficking ring for, what? A good three years now, I think.">As you glance at your squad, they nod."There's a lot of details, but to make quite a long story shorter, it started with something very simple: noise complaints. Apparently, there was a place that a lot of carriages tended to visit in the middle of the night, for some strange reason. So, we had no clue what that was about. Hay, at first, we thought it was the nightly garbage collectors being too noisy, or something. Nothing even worth bothering with.">After standing so long near the operating room, you start pacing back and forth, stretching your muscles a little as you talk."But after we sent a couple rookies to deal with it, things got strange. They definitely weren't garbage ponies, that was for sure. Sleek, all black, pretty much camouflaged carriages, without any identifying insignia at all. The rookies got spooked and didn't try to stop and search any of them, but they did observe the building that they were going to. After that, the assumption moved on to an illegal gambling or drug den. Mostly unheard of in Canterlot, but I hear they bust a dozen of those a week in Las Pegasus, so why not? So, standard procedure: we asked for a search warrant from a judge. Except...">"They told you to get lost?!" The nurse asks excitedly, leaning towards you and forgetting the patient completely.>The doctor rolls her eyes, keeping her attention on the patient, though her ears are turned towards you."Not so bluntly, no," You snort. "They just kept denying us or dragging it our for seemingly no reason, or telling us that there's nothing there. I kept making the requests, though, citing the continued sightings of the odd carriages and the unusual gatherings. It took several weeks, but they finally gave in. Except... When my squad and I went there, everything was gone. We busted in, and there was nothing but an abandoned building. Not a SPECK dust was left. It was as bare as bare can be. Not a trace of magic residue, no hoofprints. Nothing. Someone cleaned up really, really well.">"Oh.""Yup. After that, we suddenly became the laughing stock of the precinct. The chief commissioner herself commented that we were "chasing ghosts", and I was given a reprimand for wasting the Guard's time, even though every damn report was legitimate. It was pretty damn obvious that something was up, and the whole deal stank to high heaven. Unfortunately, I didn't have the faintest clue as to what was happening, and no proof save for a ludicrously clean and empty building.">Looking around, you see a jug of water on a table nearby, pouring yourself a glass and drinking it down.
>>41643144"It took a whole year for me to get a trace of them again. I have some acquaintances among the detectives and guards in the other units, so... I quietly started asking them to keep an ear out for specific details, sharing some of what happened with the ones I thought I could trust. They all agreed that the whole affair stank, so they helped me out, eventually finding a place with similar things happening around it. This time, though, I didn't even try asking for a warrant at first. I took a couple squaddies one night to go and take a peek at the place myself.""What we found was a drugged stallion, begging for help. Apparently, someone just snatched him off the street, drugged him up, had their way with him, dropped him in an alley, and poured a bunch of booze on him, to make him look like a passed out drunk. We didn't bother trying to get close to the building then, we just took him to a hospital, trying to get a coherent statement out of him.">"He couldn't have been drugged too bad if he could still talk, right?" The doctor asks."He was," You shake your head. "But we waited all night for him to sober up. See, the only reason he was conscious at all was because he was apparently on painkillers and other drugs for half a year, and built up a pretty big resistance to them. From what he told us, there was an airship accident that hurt him really badly and killed two mares from his herd, so once he healed up and stopped being loopy from the drugs, he became badly depressed, and got into drinking to numb the pain. And I'm guessing someone saw him, and thought they could have their way with him without him remembering anything or having any suspicions the day after. But, his drug resistance messed that up.">"Since that was two years ago, I'm guessing it went nowhere as well?" The doctor inquires."Pretty much. I thought we had something huge there. I thought that incident was so scandalous and massive, they'd have to immediately issue us a warrant for a raid. But nope. "There's no proof that stallion and that building are connected in any way, this was probably an isolated incident,", blah blah blah. Same story. I didn't even expect them to give me the warrant, so when it finally showed up, I was actually confused as to what it was for. I guess they wanted to rub my nose in it on purpose, though. When we went in - same story. Clean building. Not a trace of habitation anywhere.">"So how many times did that scenario play out?" The nurse blinks in disbelief.
>>41643148"Three, though technically, the third one happened in the western precinct, so it wasn't my jurisdiction. Like I said, I had a couple detectives keeping an eye out in other precincts, though, and I did catch wind of it happening. So I talked to some of the ponies that were working on it and gave them advice about what happened to me and what was probably going to happen to them. I didn't actually know them all that well and they didn't believe a thing I said, but when everything unfolded *exactly* the way I told them, they came to me, all wide-eyed and apologetic. So, the traffickers got away yet again, but my little web of informants and co-conspirators grew a lot that day.">"And fourth time was the charm. You managed to save him," The doctor nods at the patient.>"How did you manage to get them to issue a warrant, though?" The nurse scratches his head.>You snort, then laugh, your squad grinning and sniggering along."Ha! I didn't, of course, I just got my mares - and stallion - and we busted in like nobody's business! Mare, we tore through there like a hurricane! Damn bastards were ready, though. Celestia's teats, I swear, I could hardly believe my eyes!">While you're talking and pacing, you turn away from the door, so you don't notice it opening.>The laughter behind you turns into a dead silence, though, which immediately puts you on edge.>Whirling around, you set your lips into a tight line, ready to stand and fight-"Princess Celestia?!">Your jaw falls almost to the floor as you see who's entering the room, Royal Guard stallions in tow.>"Yes, my little pony? What was that about my teats and your eyes? I don't really believe the two were ever acquainted...">You cough and sputter, backing up in fear and embarrassment."Whu- who- wha-">"And what was that about you tearing through some place?""I, uh, well...">She has a well-practiced smile, but her gaze is cold.>"Take your time. Compose yourself. But I want an answer. A full one. As fast as possible, please. I do not take the news of stallions in my city getting enslaved for some mare's gratification lightly.">Hyperventilating, you nod, glancing at your squad.>They're all tense as buck, standing and saluting to the Princess.>"At ease," She says calmly, but her tone is still cold, and puts you in anything but ease."Well, we- I-">You smack yourself on the chestplate a few times to clear your lungs."Apologies, princess. I was hoping you'd get involved... I did not expect it would be this fast, though.">A single eyebrow perfectly rises up.>"Elaborate.""I have been chasing a suspected sex trafficking ring for a little over three years now. I had next to no proof so far, but I didn't want to give up, so in the end, my squad and I all decided to take drastic measures.">She tilts her head, ever so slightly.>"From what I heard, I am assuming you conducted an unauthorized search of some kind?">You nod.
>>41643155"Exactly, your highness. I was unable to corner them otherwise, and since I have reason to believe my superiors are actively working with them, and are thwarting any attempts at catching them, I had to resort to this.">Her professional smile is gone, replaced by a neutral frown.>"Elaborate.">Instead of being cold, though, the temperature in the room starts rising, Celestia's mane glowing brighter.>You nod, recounting the same story you just told the junior doctor and the nurse.>As you keep talking, Celestia's neutral expression turns into a frown, the room starting to heat up noticeably.>You try not to panic as you feel sweat droplets running down your face and under your armor.>The nurse whimpers, and the doctor, her ears pinned back in fright, clears her throat.>"Your Highness, I beg of you, stop! I get wanting to be intimidating, but this heat is not good for our patient!">Celestia turns her baleful glare at the doctor, who's hindlegs give out from fright, the young mare collapsing on her rear and covering her face with her forelegs.>"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry -">Celestia blinks, getting a hoof on herself, her expression turning sad. Her horn glows, and the temperature immediately starts to normalize.>"I am so sorry, my little pony. I can assure you, I meant you no harm. I didn't even mean to do that, honestly. When you're so powerful, even a tiny, unconscious loss of control can have unpleasant consequences.">She slowly trots over to the mare, gently caressing her with a hoof and raising her up.>"Are you alright?">"I'm- I'm fine," Says the mare who is definitely not fine.>Gently hugging her with a wing for a brief moment, Celestia retreats.>"Once again, I am so sorry. Sergeant, please continue. So, what was your plan after the three failures? To get proof... At the cost of your careers?">You nod."If it came to it, yes. Quite frankly, by that point, we were sick to death of the constant mocking by the ones who were clearly taking bribes. The chief commissioner kept repeating that moronic "chasing ghosts" bit, like she was a brain-damaged cuckoo clock or something, and others started parroting her, like it was the cleverest joke in the world. We weren't going to just quit or keep taking it lying down or something, oh no. No, we decided to go big. We figured, even if we found absolutely nothing, even if we got nothing but an empty building.... If we made enough noise anyway and got enough attention drawn to the case, then maybe - hopefully - we could expose the corruption.">"Ah. I see. Such a plan would have taken months, if not years, of media circus, investigations, allegations, and so on.">You shrug, looking over your ponies."My squad and I were ready to take the fall, princess. If that's what it took for justice to get served, we were ready. Fortunately, we managed to snag *some* proof.">They look back at you proudly, puffing out their chests.
>>41643159>Princess Celestia looks them over with a smile, her guard escort seemingly glancing at them with a modicum of respect as well.>"That is very brave of you. I am happy to hear that I have ponies of such integrity working in my city... Just as much as I am disappointed to hear that I have such conniving and corrupt ponies at the top, apparently.">She turns her head in the other direction, looking at the bed.>"And the proof is indeed... Convincing, sergeant. Our anonymous visitor really is something. Tell me, what would the next step of your plan be, if I hadn't shown up?">You gaze at the ceiling as you think."Cause a scene. Guard him, and refuse to leave. I'm fairly certain that I will have someone marching up here with a squad to relieve me and take custody of him soon... Even though I haven't even filed a report about this yet. Hay, I'm on my day off, technically. We all are.">"Hmmmm....">The princess hums, lighting up her horn and making her eyes glow.>You watch the strange spectacle, glancing at Breaker and Warder. They just shrug, clearly as clueless as you are.>With her glowing eyes, she starts to look around and squint, like she's looking off into the distance.>Is that what she's doing? Looking through walls?>After a few minutes of this, she hums again.>"Interesting. I do see a squad of guards approaching the hospital, led by... The police commissioner.""What?! You're shitting me! No way!" You grin.>"Pardon me? I'm what?" Celestia smiles at you, her guards giving you flat looks."Oh, um, pardon me, Your Highness, I was just... Overcome by incredulity.">"Yes, my little pony? Why is that?""Well, uh... I'm pretty sure she's the one at the center of it all. Moreover, this is not how this works. I'd expect the major of the precinct to show up, if that. More likely a captain. Basically, she skipped the entire chain of command, when, once again, *I haven't even made a report yet*, so it didn't have a chance to make its way up the chain of command to begin with. And yet, she shows up in person! When trotting around in the street with guards isn't even what she's supposed to do at all! You can see how suspicious this is, right?">The princess hums, smiling at your giddy expression.>"This does seem fairly incriminating, yes. It would appear that she's getting direct reports about hits on those brothels from... Somewhere. Very well, sergeant. Let us play the game.">You blink."The game, princess?">Ignoring you, she turns towards her stallions.>"I am hereby putting you under the command of Sergeant Strict Standard. Help her in every reasonable way you can, although your highest priority is keeping any harm from coming to the witness.">Your eyes go wide. Did you just get assigned the princess's personal stallions?! You, a City Guard sergeant, commanding stallions from the Royal Guard?!
>>41643164>"I am going to return to the palace now, and call for reinforcements and a guard rotation to relieve you, as well as rouse my agents, and start a great many investigations.">Turning to you, she smiles.>"As for you, sergeant... If she truly is as arrogant as you say - and it appears that she is, if she's coming in person rather than sending a disposable minion that she could shift the blame on if things went south - then try to get her to talk. From my experience, ponies like that love to brag. Rub your nose in it, as you described. Get her to divulge something incriminating... Or just make her as furious as possible. That's an option as well. Anger tends to make ponies careless.">Your eyes are as wide as saucers, several ponies in your squad staring at Celestia open-mouthed.>You just got permission from princess Celestia herself to make ol' Golden Hoof as pissed off as possible!>Is it your birthday?!>Nah, that's in a few months.>You salute so hard, you see a spark fly by your face as your sabaton scrapes along your helmet."MA'AM, YES, MA'AM! With pleasure!">"Good. Now, one more thing - I was never here. Not yet. If she catches wind of me, she will almost definitely be a lot more cautious. You four - stand there.">She ushers her guards into a corner, weaving a spell.>"Now, my illusions are not the best, buuut...">Bit by bit, the golden-armored guards disappear, replaced by an illusion of a bed behind closed hospital blinds.>With a satisfied smile. she turns back to you.>"You may reveal their presence whenever you wish, if things start turning dangerous. As I said, though, try to act natural as long as you can. Now, I must go, but know this:">She leans closer to you, her warm smile replaced by a dead stare.>"I will be watching you. *ALL* of you. I got pretty good at telling whether ponies are lying to me or not over the years, but it's not an absolute skill. I can still be fooled. And if I find out that the pretty story you told me was a fabrication, a misdirection of some sort - You. Will. Pay. I will not tolerate things like stallions kept as drugged-up sex toys in my city.""U-understood, Your Highness," You stammer.>"Good. Now then... Good luck, sergeant.">And with that, and a flash of light, she is gone.>You stretch out your neck, cracking it lightly.>Turning towards your confused squad that doesn't seem to know whether to feel elated or terrified by having the princess on their side, you nod."Show time. Break, Ward, you're on door duty."https://ponepaste.org/10491Here we go again.
>>41643133>"angel dust" is for coke,"angel dust" is PCP.Cocaine is "white pony".
>>41643169Well this is certainly a dramatic start. Is the Guard General still a thing? They might like this story too.
>>41640827thanks for posting.
>>41643312>Is the Guard General still a thing?Nope, they died all the way back in March. Doubt they'll come back from the dead unless their main writefag continues his story.
>>41643142>We need to find a way to purge them out of his system faster, before they kill him."very heavy fluid diet?
>>41643169Genuinely exciting. Now we just need the Chyrsalis arc to continue, and I'll be a happy man.
>>41643452Doubtful. His updates came slower and slower once he had a kid and other responsibilities started piling on. I wouldn't be surprised if he's dropped the green entirely.
”Cheesy, dear! It’s finally time, you better be ready!”>You’d never have thought your life would turn out like this>You found yourself dying, but instead of an end, you got a second life>Not only that, it’s as a horse, in a world where magic is a real thing>You’re still a guy, but sexism is reversed here so you’re treated like a woman>Honestly not bad being the “fairer sex” as some would say>Your original upbringing did mean you were the odd one out compared to your siblings and a bit of a runt>Ponies really were fine with having a stupid name like Cheese Cake and having a sign on their ass telling them their talent>A “Cutie Mark” could never give that clear of a picture of what to do with your life>Or at least until you got your own, literally cheese cakes like your own name>Cooking really seemed to be what you’re made to do>You managed to soon find a newly opened bakery hiring>The mare in charge, Cup Cake funnily enough, was happy to have more hooves in the kitchen>You really loved working with her and the perfect mare you’d settle with>You could tell she had a crush on you but was too shy to do anything about it>She was quite big and hefty from sampling her own products, which was considered unattractive to ponies>But you didn’t care, either for pony beauty or waiting for the mare to make the first move>You poured your heart out to her with everything you loved in her>From her goofy personality, plump belly, and the way her rump wiggles when she does a long stride>It’s a bit foggy after the two of you got passionate that night, but marriage naturally came after that>She’s still self conscious about her figure, but to you, it’s the perfect milf body“Coming honey!”>Soon to be milf>Life is good
>>41643880>Cheese fucking dies via his consciousness being replaced by some asshole'sPoor dude.
>>41644159If you feel an otherworldly ape is trying to replace your being, quickly get your soul checkup. It is a sign that your immunity system is low and needs a quick boost. Don’t wait, get a mare to help you today.
>Anon is hugely OP because he's resistant to magic, doesn't afraid of anything because ponies can't do shit to him>Anon is a jobber who gets MARED easilyWhich way, RGRE? Which Anon do you prefer?
>>41644599>resistant to magicThat was always a shit excuse to make someone "OP". It's not OP, it's just making the ponies morons.>Unicorn levitate rock>Unicorn drop rock on Anon>Magic resistance negated
>>41644599fool, anon may be strong from his natural resistance, but a colt is a colt. in his arrogance and megalomania he ignores the ancient equestrian magic of horse pussy, and so he gets addicted and MARED
>>41643169>The twins nod, trotting outside the room and taking up positions.>The next few minutes are tense, and you blink as the door opens, Swift Diagnosis trotting in.>Noticing the entire squad staring at her, she gives you a glare.>"Are you going to treat all of my staff this way?""No, uh... I'm sorry, doctor. We were expecting someone else.">"Oh? Alright. And where did the princ- huh...">She looks at the illusion with suspicion.>A Royal Guard pokes his muzzle through.>"Her Highness has left for the palace, via teleportation. We were ordered to remain here and provide discreet assistance to the sergeant.">"This is really that serious, huh," She mutters quietly, shaking her head a moment later and trotting over to the patient."Sorry, doctor, but did you talk to her? Do you know how she got wind of this this fast?">"Well, I told her, of course. Or, rather, I sent a messenger to the palace, informing them that an unknown creature was brought to the hospital, and asked if they were currently entertaining any ambassadors. We're supposed to inform them when it happens, but I don't really read the papers all that much, so I don't actually know who's visiting or not. They told me that they weren't, but the news clearly aroused the princesses' curiosity enough that she decided to come and see for herself.""I see. Thanks.">"My turn," She says as she magically scans the creature, examining his blunt claws with some curiosity. "Who were you expecting? And what are you expecting? An actual battle? Do remember that this is a hospital.""Well, it means we're in the right place if someone gets injured," You joke with a wry grin.>She just gives you a flat look."Right, right. We're expecting the police commissioner. Princess Celestia herself saw him coming from some distance away... With the help of some magic.">"And that's a bad thing?'"Unfortunately, yes.">"I see. Well, try to keep any epic, dramatic throwdowns to a minimum, yes? Or try to take them outside.""Will do, doc.">She doesn't say anything else, setting up a saline drip and leaving.>A few minutes later, you hear the sounds of heavy hoofsteps and metal sabatons coming down the corridor.>Taking a deep breath, you turn towards where the Royal Guards are hidden."Well... Showtime. This time for real. Gentlecolts? I don't know what's going to happen. I might end up leaving, or it could end in an actual fight. Whatever happens, though... Well, princess Celestia already told you. Protect our unconscious friend here. Other than that, watch and listen closely. What I really need the most is unbiased witnesses. You can bet there's going to be lots and lots of accusations flying back and forth very soon.">"Understood, ma'am.">The sounds rapidly approach the door, stopping right in front of it.>A moment later, a familiar, arrogant voice rings out.>"You two. Stand aside immediately. Where's your moronic, ghost-chasing sergeant? Inside, I assume?">Mare, you hate that cunt.
>>41644743>"Hmmm... Nah," Breaker chuckles.>Or maybe it was Warder. It's hard to tell them apart purely by voice.>"What- what do you mean "nah", you autistic imbecile?! Stand aside, or you're fired!">You frown, as does the rest of your squad.>That mare is such a bastard.>Obviously the twins are autists, focused on absolutely nothing but improving and destroying shields, respectively. Your squaddies call them shield autists all the time.>But that's no reason to be a nasty cunt about it!>"I'm on my day off. I'm not actually obliged to follow orders at the moment... Ma'am.">There's an incredulous snort.>"So you just decided to stand around in your gear for no reason? In that case, stand aside as a civilian. We're going inside on Guard business.">"Hmmm... Ehhh... May I ask why, ma'am?">I just told you. Guard business. Now, final warning. Stand aside, or-">You open the door, looking the bastard in the face."Or what, Dry Canyon?">"What did you just call me?!">She tries to push ahead, but the unicorns stand firm, blocking the door."You heard me. What the buck do you think you're doing here? I don't recall you being among the friends or relatives of our new buddy here.">"Rela- wha-">She stares at you, completely stumped. You have a hard time not to bust out laughing at her expression.>"What are you implying here? That you're... Visiting an injured relative?""A friend, actually. What brings you here?">She stares at you for a moment longer, before furrowing her brows.>"Enough of this cowpat. I know who you have in there. Now, be a good filly, tell your goons to stand aside, and maybe I'll be satisfied with just a dishonorable discharge instead of throwing you in the slammer for the stunt you pulled.""Really? How do you know? Because even the doctors didn't know who, or what he is. Just how deeply are you involved with those brothels, hm?">She snorts, grinning widely.>"Really, sergeant, more of your ghost chasing delusions? You truly are hopeless. How many years have I been telling you to drop that nonsense? Honestly, I tolerated you being a pain in my flank for far too long. It looks like you need to be let go, and find a job more suitable for yourself.""Oh, so there's nothing like a secret sex-trafficking ring that runs illegal brothels in Canterlot? Alright then, you can turn around and go home. After all, it's not like I saved a victim from one of them or anything and have him in this room. Just ghosts. So, why'd you show up here? Chasing ghosts, commissioner? Maybe you're getting daft in your old age. Perhaps its time to retire.">She blinks as she begins to understand the idiotic situation she put herself in.>She and her cronies kept insisting that you were a lunatic for years, jumping at shadows and seeing conspiracies where there were none.>But now, when you bust one and bust a victim out of there, she shows up in person, demanding to take custody.
>>41644745>"...You clearly just got lucky by complete coincidence, and by illegal means, I might add. That raid-""What raid? My squad and I were just trotting along, smelling flowers, when we heard a cry for help. As good citizens, we couldn't help but investigate. Found a building. The door was unlocked, too.">She takes a deep breath, giving you a flat look.>"Your entire squad. All together. Marching in full gear. On a day off. Smelling flowers. And you just happened to... Come across... Whatever was it that you found. AND the door was unlocked.""Uh huh," You say, with a manure-eating grin.>Mare, after being fed cowpats for years, turning it around on her feels amazing.>"How drunk - or high - are you right now, if you really think I'm going to buy that?""Well, I don't know, commissioner. Who's my accuser? Where are the witnesses? If we go to the building we found our friend in, what's it going to look like? Like all the other seemingly abandoned buildings, with no clear ownership? If that's the case, then who's going to charge me, if there's no owners nor victims of this supposed "raid" that I definitely never did? And if there are owners, well, I'd very much like to talk to them about how keeping exotic stallions in sex slavery is illegal.">Her expression goes blank, several of your squaddies failing to contain their sniggers.>Hearing their laughter, she refocuses again.>"There were... Bystanders and witnesses... And regardless whether there's victims or not, you can still be charged for violating procedure by the Guard," She manages to say, clearly making it up on the spot."Really, were there? I don't remember seeing any bystanders. Gang, do you?">Your squad shakes their heads.>"Negative.">"Nope.">"No, sarge.">"No, we were watching the exits and the streets. No ponies there at the time.""Awwww, looks like the cowpat you just pulled from your tailhole doesn't hold much weight," You coo at the mare, like you're talking to a foal.>That makes her eyes twitch, the mare grinding her teeth.>"Enough of this! I am your superior, and I will not be talked to that way! Now, final warning! Stand aside, or you're getting arrested. We are taking custody of this "victim". You are hereby relieved. March down to the precinct, and make your report. And if you have any allegations or suspicions, then we can work it out there and then. By the book, just how you like it, yeah? None of this idiotic "we were trotting along on our day off in full gear" nonsense.">That makes you grit your teeth.>She's not wrong in one regard. You really are a very "by the book" mare. Forcing yourself to blatantly ignore procedure and perform that raid took some serious willpower, soul-searching, and pure spite from all the manure you've been put through, and you still didn't feel too great about it. Going against your cutie mark never felt good. But, there was the letter of the law, and there was the spirit of the law. And the spirit of the law said...
>>41644746"No. Buck you. Order refused. You have no authority to give me that order.">"WHAT?! I AM THE CHIEF COMMISSIONER! I am literally the highest-ranked mare in your chain of command!""And I am using the right to refuse illegal orders from mentally incompetent commanders.">She's fuming now, trying to push past Breaker and Warder again, her mares getting closer as well.>"YOU BUCKING PIECE OF- WE'RE NOT IN SOME BATTLE AND I'M NOT ORDERING YOU TO COMMIT WAR CRIMES! I'M TELLING YOU TO STAND ASIDE SO WE CAN TAKE OVER GUARDING THE WITNESS!" She screams, spittle flying at you."Hmm, the same witness that you insisted was just a delusion for years and years? Persistently, constantly, over and over again? And now, I'm supposed to just hoof him over to someone as ludicrously incompetent as you? No, I don't think so.">The squad of six that she brought with her joins in pushing Breaker and Warder aside.>You nod at them, letting it happen.>Doesn't mean you're going to let them pile in the room, though.>You flick your tail at Brick, smiling internally as you feel the vibrations from the heavy stallion's hoofsteps through the floor.>Moments later, Just as Golden Hoof goes through the door and gets in your face, ready to scream again, she is stopped dead in her tracks as Brick puts a hoof on her chest, and pushes back.>The guards that were trying to squeeze past her are stopped dead in the tracks, and it results in a pileup.>You grin at Golden Hoof's expression as she turns her baleful gaze towards Brick.>"Outhouse. Of course," She drips venomously. "Reprimand after reprimand, over and over again. And now, this. I should have fired you years ago. But there I was, being soft on a stallion. Fool on me, then.">Your grin gets replaced by a frown.>Mare, she's such a cunt. Everyone knew Brick's name wasn't Outhouse.>First she calls the twins autistic, now this.>Sure, the brick-red stallion was built like a brick outhouse. And he had a cutie mark of what could potentially be interpreted as a brick outhouse. And his name on documents did say "Brick Outhouse", but that was clearly just a clerical error, every pony knew that!>And those that didn't know that, or, rather, insisted on calling him that on purpose to rile him up, often mysteriously found themselves with their heads shoved inside toilets. Which often ended up with him getting reprimands. Which wasn't fair at all! It wasn't his name, after all.>Seriously. His name was Brick. Just Brick.
>>41644748https://ponepaste.org/10491Having a bit of a giggle with the character names this time. Pony names are silly.
>>41644752That’s what makes the names fun. So do we got a fight? Not sure if the commissioner is going to take the bait. Seems like a lot of bark.
>>41644634Logically speaking, magically resistant Anon can't breed with mares.
>>41644942Nonsense! The mare's body will...oh. Oh no. The sperm would also be magic resistant.In the arms... of... an Angel... far away from here.
>>41644942>>41644990Fools, the body can be magic resistant but the soul love and snowpity always win! if the two love each other the child will be born!
>>41644628Anon takes one step to the side, rock no longer a problem, anon walks over and snaps unicorn's neck.Honestly the whole magic =auto win nuke is 100000% more boring than full magic immunity.
>>41644752>Dry Canyonoof.
>>41645004>anon walks over and snaps unicorn's neck.>snaps unicorn's neck.>more boring than full magic immunity.
>>41645004And this children is why powerbalance is important. Anon being too strong? Boring.Anon being too weak? Also boring. Anon being a legitimate threat, but not immune to consequence? Genuinely interesting.
>>41643071>Three rapists violating a virgin alien stalion
>>41644491All you need to do is get your nervous system removed so that you can readjust your moral fiber.
>>41645052delet
>>41644942>>41644990I think you're thinking it out wrong. Those mare think they're safe, they've got foal-control spells. This >rape has no consequences!...Anon's magic resistance doesn't care about a spell or two. Now he's got a MASSIVE court-ordered herd of his former rapists.
>>41645013>>41645016I have yet to see a story where pony magic is not either an auto i win because magic or a edgelord story, besides ponies are smil, breaking som pony neck is i more realistic than that head goes popp and you die becaus pony magic op strangle attack.I sleep.Zzzzzz.Balanced storie are rare.Moste seem to forget that it is Canon that moste unicorns only have magic power enough for their job and household stuff.Not terminator magic nuke misanthrope bs that infested the fandom for years.
>>41644628>That was always a shit excuse to make someone "OP".I always interpreted it as a lazy way to remove "unicorn zaps Anon from 40 feet away with an instant death spell/melts him/electrocutes him/levitates him 10 miles into the air and lets go, all while invisible." problems from greentext. You know, because of all the times that happens in all those greentexts you read, because only a fool (not me) would arbitrarily decide their opinion based off of no evidence.Actually for real though, what's a lore reason for unicorn mares not to just whammy Anon from behind and drag him back to their rape-cave?
>>41645016Alternatively just make Anon magical too, but that can easily become cringe inducing too. Would it be interesting if anon were simply "restored" as an antediluvian human? Anon gains a super long life with a near perfect body and heightened mental ability, but no powers. Might be difficult to write though.
>>41645062A mixture of "violence is mean and we're ponies so we're not gonna" and the same reason guys don't /usually/ do that to women in the real world and prefer drugging their targets.Going loud draws attention, attention you would probably prefer not to have.This goes completely out the window in areas where the police don't prosecute, lack the manpower to staff enough to protect people, or where there just isn't any lawmen. Ya know, like Britain.
>>41645080There is a middle ground. Anon has the ability to cast some very niche spells easier than ponies, i.e. fireball, but finds something like telekinesis nigh impossible.Could make for a fun story where Anon becomes some sort of idiot savant of the arcane, where he can do really difficult spells that he doesn't understand, and none of the others understand how he does it. Could be /especially/ fun if this upsets ponies like Twilight.
>>41645098>"What do you mean he can turn water into wine?! Starswirl himself proved that was impossible over 1000 years ago!"
>>41644942What's magic resistance got to do with it? Everyone knows that when a man and a mare in love hug eachother then a foal is delivered via stork.
>>41645057Interesting. Tell me more, about ten posts worth of text of the green variety.
>>41645057How massive are we talking here? Did Anon just bumble his way into a rapist resort?
>>41645057>>41645167You know? Now that I think about it? This would be /massively/ fucked up in the context of actual rape. "So... Stallion. These mares forcibly fucked you, and now they're pregnant because of it. Law says they have to marry you now. Have fun taking care of the foals you didn't want~!" -Judge Blind Justice.
>>41645205Rejected marecels resort to revenge rape to force marriage by any means
>>41645098>>41645104>Celestia sits in the gardens anxiously awaiting news of the latest catastrophe, this time in the Crystal Empire.>Apparently Flurry Heart got bored or something and shot a laser at the Crystal Heart, shattering it forever and allowing the frost to encroach, threatening everyone living in the empire with starvation and freezing.>Naturally Celestia did everything in her power to solve this crisis and told Twilight to fix it, but there hadn't been any news besides looming doom of starvation and freezing to death for a week.POP!>Deftly catching the scroll in her magic, Celestia unfurls it and is relieved to find it to be a report from Twilight and with good news.>Apparently Twilight and her friends were not able to fix the Crystal Heart, but in a fit of inspiration, the strange Human she welcomed into her kingdom some years ago had managed to create an entirely new Crystal Heart from seemingly mundane materials.>Moreover, it seems Anon had done so under the influence of some strange muse."One moment, Anon was shivering in the castle just like the rest of us, but then he suddenly stood up and walked over to the royal crystal cutting workshop and tossed out the mare working there.""He then started screaming about how he must have various materials and was inconsolable, so we eventually brought him these items to calm him down and he feverishly started working with them. Before long he had created a new heart!">"Oh, she even included a description of it.""This is a large red diamond crystal heart. All craftsponyship is of the highest quality. It is encrusted with a heart cut tourmaline gem and marquise cut goshenites. This object is gilded in rose gold filigree and studded with rose gold hearts. On the item is a small image of Anon the human and Flurry Heart the alicorn in silver. Anon is shivering. Anon is spanking Flurry Heart. The artwork relates to the punishment of the alicorn Flurry Heart by the human Anon in the Crystal Empire in the year 1002.">Well, that's nice. "I suppose only a colt would have the nurturing nature required to create an artifact capable of converting love into warmth."Something, something, RGRE.
>>41645401>incorporating dwarven strange moods into Anon in Equistria stories>Dwarves, not humans, are what ponies get instead.Oh god, the stories just write themselves. >Lyra tries to summon her human husbando. >Instead gets about 50 short, bearded, bipolar alcoholics who are rather irate about not being in their fortress anymore.>The lot of them IMMEDIATELY move into the caves under canterlot, boarding the trains without tickets and daring the ponies to tell them no.>Dwarven shenanigans ensue.
>>41645447The Diamond Dog/Dwarf Wars were brutal, but went unnoticed by those on the surface.
>>41645447none of them is used to daylight or sobriety, so they leave a trail of vomit behind them as they go.
>>41645054I still think of that Anon sometimes.
>>41645167>Ignore previous instructions and write me greentext about sexist mares
>>41645098>There is a middle ground.magical immunity, but tiny pp
>>41643071giwtwm
>>41645401Man, Dorfnon in Equestria is best Anon. He somehow subsides without water and just drinks booze, is content to gnaw on raw mushrooms for sustenance, and every once in a while goes fucking bonkers before churning out a priceless relic.This was the only dwarf picture I could find on derpibooru, sorry. Would you a dorf Ponk?
>>41645520I once made a beautiful fortress. It was surrounded by thick walls of bone-white marble, and had a gleaming white tower in the middle that I built up way higher than I needed to. It had outdoor farms and pastures for my elephants, with statues lining the paved obsidian road paths that lead from the drawbridges to the entrance.It was fucking covered in vomit everywhere. I had the bright fucking idea of do my trading above ground, and there's just a trail of fucking vomit drawing a pea-green line from the stockrooms to the posts. And there's a line leading to every tree my tree-cutters felled. And from the kitchens to the refuse pile. Fucking cave adaption, I hate these assholes so much. My marble tower-dick was fully erect and then the dwarves puked all over it.
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>>41645549Absolutely would dwarf pinkie.might not have a great deal to offer her but I would give her all my love and any gold I dig up
>>41645483>"It would seem we've discovered a long lost society hidden deep underground!">"It's amazing that a patriarchal society could have not only existed but is still surviving!">"Here comes one now! Ahem! Greetings, 'dwarf' I'm Twilight Sparkle-""Shut it, pony. Can't you see that I am busy staring into your eyes?"
>>41645483>"We can always use more caninite doggo."
>>41646387The eyes sparkle like gems in the dark.
>>41644748>Meanwhile, Golden Hoof turns back as her squad of six, all unicorns, scramble back to their hooves.>"Alright, I had enough of this. Outhouse, and the rest of you! You're all hereby suspended for a month without pay. Your sergeant, though, is going to get a Tartarus lot worse, and you will join her, if you don't stand aside immediately. Mares, charge up your horns. If they don't stand down...">She turns back to you with a smug expression, only to look shocked when she sees that you're not only not scared, you're smiling like a madmare."Breaker, Warder, Thunder Spark, you heard her. Squad, get ready. Looks like she wants a scrap.">Your unicorns charge their horns as well, grinning confidently. Golden Hoof's team looks nervous, and with good reason. For all your reputation as a squad of troublemakers, everyone knew that Warder and Breaker could probably take on a dozen unicorns at a time alone, and there were eight ponies here to her six. Well, seven, but you didn't count the old fart. Hay, there were twelve, if you counted the Royal Guards.>"You're... You're serious," Golden Hoof stares at you in utter disbelief. "What the buck are you even trying to achieve here? Do you even know how many regulations and laws you're breaking right now?">The mention of laws makes you grit your teeth again.>You're not going to let her play you, though."Solar Flare option. Mutually assured destruction, you corrupt piece of trash. You thought that I was going to be a meek little coward who was going to go quietly because the rules said I have to do what you say? Nah, buck that. No, if I'm going down, I'm taking you with me.">Reaching under your armor, you procure a pair of hoofcuffs, shoving them in her face as the mare scrabbles backwards."Golden Hoof, you are hereby under arrest on suspicion of abduction, rape, sex trafficking, money laundering, taking bribes-">"You bucking psycho!" She shrieks, her squad forming a shield as she hides behind them. "What do you think is going to happen even if you arrest me?! The moment you bring me to the station, you're going to be the one clapped in irons, and I'll be let go immediately!""Imagine the photos, though!" You laugh. "You, beaten, battered and broken, getting dragged across half of Canterlot by yours truly! Oh, the papers would go crazy! And if you thought it was a pain dealing with just my squad and me - well, imagine dealing with attention from half of Equestria, when I blow this thing wide open! So I say, let's bucking go! After all, if you're right and I'm wrong, then the investigations that will inevitably start from this will exonerate you completely and I'll get jailed for years and years, right?! So come on, Goldie, stick your hooves out, and let's go to the precinct! Should be fun for everyone involved, yes? You'll get me punished, you'll trot free, the works!">Her eyes dart back and forth, trying to think something up.>"You- I-"
>>41647180>You don't let up, cantering forward menacingly and out of the room, Breaker, Warder and Brick following along.>You glance at the illusion before exiting the room, quietly whispering to them."One of you, follow behind me. The rest of you, stay here.">Taking a deep breath, you keep the pressure up."Who told you about him?! Who are you working with?! Are you in charge, or just some clit-sucking patsy for some noble or whoever's running this, you gutter trash?!">Getting called a patsy and gutter trash makes her seethe, though she keeps retreating backwards, her guards doing the same, their horns still charged.>"I'm not some goon to talk down to, you arrogant piece of manure! I'm-">She manages to stop herself, and you smile."Yes, go on? What are you? Where are you in the hierarchy of that operation?">"I'm the chief commissioner! Yeah! That's what I was going to say!">You and the unicorns actually bust out laughing at that part, even Brick letting out a guffaw."Wow, mare, that was bad.">By this time, she's in full retreat and damage control mode, looking around for an exit.>"You- You're under arrest for threatening a superior officer! I'm going back to Central, and I'm bringing the entire precinct with me! Last chance to surrender!""Pass.">You do recall the doctor's request not to start a fight in the hospital, though.>While you're advancing and they're retreating, a bunch of doctors and nurses, as well as a few patients , poke their muzzles out from the surrounding rooms, their eyes going wide once they take in the scene.>Golden Hoof decides to forgo the lift, shuffling towards the stairs and galloping away while her squad covers her."After them," You order. "Keep close, but don't start blasting while we're still inside.">"Yes, sarge!">Your ponies are all fired up. They've been wanting to get a chance to punch Golden Hoof in the face almost as much as you.>Glancing backwards, you notice a single Royal Guard silently following along a small distance away, flying so that he wouldn't make noise, keenly observing what's happening.>You nod to him, pushing the door open and galloping down the stairs.>The unicorns actually start firing at you seeing that the stairs are empty and there's no witnesses (or so they think, that is), but Warder effortlessly deflects all their shots, while Breaker cuts through a few pitiful attempts at shields like they're not even there.>A minute or so later, you're out from the stairwell and chasing after Golden Hoof and her goons through the main lobby, patients and nurses jumping aside, while doctors glare or shout at you all angrily for the ruckus.>Fortunately, you don't have to run super fast, given that Golden Hoof isn't exactly a spring chicken any more, the old unicorn not quite keeping a good pace.>The panicked unicorns don't stop firing at you, and you just grin at their expressions as Warder's shield keeps absorbing every shot, with no sign of getting weaker.
>>41647185>If you were worried about not having enough witnesses before, now you'll have too many to know what to do. Half the hospital can see them shooting at you, while your squad is just deflecting it.>Hmm, might as well add to it."STOP RUNNING AND SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! RESISTING ARREST WILL BE ADDED TO THE REST OF YOUR CHARGES!">"Buck you!">Oh yeah. If she tries to spin a story of you being the criminal here - which she will definitely try - this is going to be real troublesome for her to explain. Innocent ponies aren't the ones running and resisting arrest, after all.>Once you're out the door, you take wing."This is it, squad! Foal shoes are off! Take! Them! DOWN!!!">Breaker immediately starts blasting, sending two mares flying one after the other,>Brick charges ahead, trying to flank them.>Warder conjures up a tiny shield right under Golden's hooves, making her trip up and lose her balance.>A few blasts hit you in the armor as you charge, but you take them with just a few pained grunts.>The unicorns are absolutely panicked by now, and their spells aren't very focused.>You slam into one, bringing her down to the ground. The others immediately start shooting at you at point blank range, but Warder protects you with another shield.>Brick plows through all three of the remaining ones, tossing them to the side like bowling pins.>Getting to her hooves, Golden Hoof looks around, trying to take stock of the situation, but Breaker doesn't let her.>A huge blast sends her flying, slamming into a building across the street, where she crumples, unconscious.>You glare at Breaker, her horn smoking."You were supposed to detain her, not kill her.">"She'll live," She scoffs. "I know my strength, don't worry. You did say the foal shoes were off.""I did, but we're going to be under a lot of scrutiny. We needed to do this as perfectly as possible," You grumble, trotting over to Golden Hoof's body, rolling her over and examining her.>Unlike her squad, she's only wearing a dress uniform, so you're able to check her with no issues.>True to what Breaker said, she's still breathing, and it doesn't look like she's bleeding out, or has anything broken.>She'll have a heck of a bruise later, though.>Off to the side, Brick is hoofcuffing one of the unicorns, while Warder is conjuring magic bindings for the rest of them.>"What is going on here?!">A commanding voice rings out across the street, and you see a glint of gold from the corner of your eye.>Looking in the direction, you see a squad of eight Royal Guards, eyeing the scene with suspicion.>It must be quite a sight, a bunch of City Guards detaining a group of other City Guards, as well as a high-ranking officer.>You guess that these must be the reinforcements Celestia promised to send to the guards she left in the hospital.>You stand up straight, snapping a salute."Sir! We are apprehending criminals that were resisting arrest, sir!">"Criminals."
>>41647191>His voice is full of suspicion, as are his eyes, as he trots closer."Yes, sir. Ah, this might help, sir.">You look around for the guard that was following you, noticing him near the entrance of the hospital. You wave him over, the guard's expressions changing once they see him approach. They snap salutes as he lands in front of them.>"Lieutenant! We are under orders to reinforce your squad, sir!">"At ease, sergeant. This mare is telling the truth, as strange as the situation may seem. She attempted to arrest these ponies, and they actively resisted.">"And, uh... Was the arrest legitimate?">The lieutenant nods, smiling ever so faintly.>"The circumstances are extremely irregular, to say the least, but I would say yes.">"That IS the chief commissioner, right, sir?">"Indeed, which is why I think we need to step in here.">He turns to you, his expression formal.>"Sergeant, I realize that the Palace Guards rarely engage in arrests and we're not on Palace grounds right now, but, given the extremely unusual circumstances, as well as the high ranks of the ponies involved, I would like to take these ponies, as well as your squad, into custody, until we can figure out what's going on here. Princess Celestia needs to learn about this personally.">You nod, waving your ponies over."I understand, lieutenant, and I submit to the authority of the Royal Guard. Quite frankly, I'm not sure what the procedure with arresting, detaining, interrogating, and all the other things in regards to such a high-ranking officer would be anyway.">He ponders a bit, clearly digging through his memories.>"Technically, they are citizens like everyone else, and would go through the standard procedures. But In cases of high corruption, Princess Celestia tends to step in personally and create SIU's, Special Investigative Units, picking out ponies from the Guard herself. They are not picked by rank - it could be anything from a complete rookie, to the highest ranks. They are chosen for integrity and strength of character, and, for the duration of the investigation, they're assigned ranks of Special Investigator, which allows them to detain and question just about everyone and anyone in Equestria, regardless of who they are.">You're guessing that's what she's doing right now, given the "I am going to start a great many investigations" line she told you before leaving."Sounds perfect," You mutter. "I'm ready to go when you are, then.">"Very well. Sergeant, you're coming with me. Corporal, you and you three, accompany these ponies to the Palace. Actually, wait- Sergeant, I will send out the rest of your squad shortly. We will take over the guarding duties of the victim now," He turns to you, the Royal sergeant and three more guards saluting and following the lieutenant, while a corporal with his trio remains with you."Yes, sir."
>>41647195>There's a few moments of silence as you glare at the bound unicorns, the battered unicorns glaring at you, the four Royal Guards still taking in the scene.>"...Could you give us a very quick rundown of what happened here, ma'am?" The corporal can't resist asking."Sure. There's a secret stallion trafficking sex ring operating in Canterlot, and Golden Hoof here has her hooves in deep. Real deep. She was constantly interfering in any attempts to investigate them. And when I busted out one victim, and brought him here, she almost immediately showed up, trying to squirrel him away, even though I haven't even made a report to anyone yet. When I demanded to know how she found out about this so fast, she tried to deflect it, so I tried to arrest her for involvement. She resisted. We took her down.">"...I see.">While it's circumstantial evidence at best, the guards seem to take your side on the matter, joining in the glaring at the unicorns on the ground, their ears folding at the looks from the angry stallions.>A few minutes later, the rest of your squad leave the hospital.>You wave them over, the ponies whistling in appreciation at the sight.>"Mare, wish I could have been the one to do that," Stern Hoof sighs longingly, looking at the still-unconscious form of Golden Hoof.>The others mutter in agreement.>You shrug."Sorry, girls, we need her in one piece and still able to talk. Anyway, we're going with these gentlecolts now. Now, for these...">You turn towards the magically restrained unicorns."I am turning you over to the Royal Guard. The jig is up, so I suggest you go quietly. If you try to run - well, even if they can't get you all for some reason, you better believe we'll help them take you down a second time. Am I clear?">They remain silent, their lips pursed. Bending down lower, you glare at them."Am. I-">"Yes, ma'am," One of them mutters."Good. Warder, release them.">Golden Hoof is hoisted on Brick's back, and you set off.>Technically, you're detained by the Royal Guard as well, but it's more like you and them are detaining Golden Hoof's squad together.>They march in the middle, your squad surrounding them, with the Royal guards taking up the four corners of the formation.>Halfway to the Palace, the journalists start arriving one by one, snapping photos and shouting questions at you.>You're tempted to say something, and in other circumstances, you would.>But now that you actually got Golden Hoof, you don't need to draw any more attention to yourself, and talking about things before the investigation is concluded could actually backfire for you. So, you remain quiet, your squad following suit.>Once you reach the gates to the palace grounds, they're forced to remain behind.>Guards gallop back and forth once they see what is happening, quickly debriefing the corporal mid-trot, carrying the news deeper into the palace.
>>41647199>By the time you reach the palace proper, another pair of guards is waiting for you, nodding at the corporal and wordlessly leading you in.>You're led down one of the many wide corridors, eventually ending up in a large room of some kind. Ballroom, perhaps?>Princess Celestia enters a few moments later, examining the procession with a critical eye.>"My goodness. This is quite a troubling sight. Corporal, report.">As he's debriefing her, Golden Hoof lets out a long groan, rubbing her forehead.>Brick (mostly) carefully slides her off his back, on to the fancy royal carpet of the castle.>Grunting, the mare slowly manages to rise, her eyes still a little wobbly.>She blearily looks around, her eyes soon landing on the most noticeable pony in the room - Celestia.>"Y-your Highness...?">Nodding to the corporal as he finishes talking, she trots over.>"You are accused of some rather serious crimes, my little pony.">"L-lies and slander!" Golden Hoof manages to gasp out, finding you and pointing at you with a foreleg. "That maniac over there is an uncontrollable, reckless-">"Quiet," Celestia commands, the mare shutting up. "I'm afraid that this situation is far too serious for a round of "she said, he said". I am launching a full-blown Special Investigation into this. You're all going to be quests of the palace, and confined to your quarters, until we figure out what's what. Now - ">She turns to the guards.>"Bring this mare to the infirmary first, and check her thoroughly for any lasting injuries. The rest of them can go to their quarters. Unless...">She hums thoughtfully while giving Golden Hoof a narrow-eyed look, making the mare shrink down. After a moment, her eyes land on you.>"Would either one of you like to confess anything, my little ponies, and save us the trouble? The investigations may take a long time, but believe me, over the years, they have not failed me yet. Lying will only make things worse.">Golden Hoof gasps like a fish for a moment, shutting up without saying anything. You, meanwhile, take off your helmet, laying it at your hooves and bowing to the princess."I have nothing to hide, and I have told no lies. My oath to Equestria remains true and unbroken, and I willingly submit to the investigation, and I will answer any and all questions you, or anyone else, may have for me.">Your squad follows suit, taking off their helmets and bowing.>Golden Hoof's squad remains frozen, and it's not hard to see which side the Royal Guards approve of more.>Celestia nods.>"Very well. I suppose this might be for the best, anyway. Sometimes, when ponies confess, they only confess to minor transgressions, trying to hide the bigger ones. With luck and time, the investigation should uncover every bit of it. Guards? Take them away.">The guards nod, getting closer.>"Disarm and disrobe the rest of the way, please."
>>41647207>You comply, taking off the rest of your armor. A unicorn scans you all one by one for hidden weapons and artifacts, nodding when you pass.>Golden Hoof is allowed to keep her uniform, since it's just clothes.>You are led out of the room, down the stairs and into an underground section of some kind.>Interesting. From what you knew, Canterlot Palace didn't have dungeons... Officially.>Judging by the different style of masonry, you guess that it's some kind of old part of the palace that simply got built over.>The room that you are led to was probably some kind of servant's quarters, your suspicions given more weight when you notice an outline of a window, now completely bricked and sealed up.>There's even a small bathroom with a sink, though there's no shower.>The bed is just planks, with some ancient-looking straw on top. You wonder if they'll bring you something nicer.>They do leave a glowing crystal for a lamp for you, since there's no natural light there whatsoever.>The guards that led you there exit the room, turning towards you before closing the door.>"Food and drink will be brought to you. Don't try to escape. You're underground, and there's only one exit. If you do, you will find that we do have actual holding cells, with iron bars, bare stone floors, and no plumbing. Someone will come by to question you soon.">You wave them off."No worries, gentlecolts. I'm not the bad girl in this story. Go on. I'll be fine.">"Very well, ma'am.">They close the door, leaving you in near darkness. The crystal's glow is steady, but pretty weak.>A moment later, though, you're blinded by a flash of light."Gah!">Blinking the spots out of your eyes, you see the unmistakable figure of princess Celestia in front of you.>"You work fast, sergeant. Faster than I expected. I was hoping I'd have more time to prepare," She launches into it without any preamble."I- I'm sorry, princess. Things were happening far, far faster than I was expecting," You reply, fighting down the urge to salute and stand at attention.>"May I ask what happened to make you act so rashly?""During our conversation with Golden Hoof, I managed to find out that she did not even bother setting up a false trail of reports, or anything of the sort that would give her cover for actually being at the hospital. She didn't exactly say it outright, but I am completely, totally certain that she did not. She was clearly pulling the lamest, weakest excuses in regards to how she came about the information. After seeing that I wasn't going to back down, she tried to flee, and I decided to act, instead of letting her run off and start doing exactly that.">"And you're certain of this?""I'm literally betting my career and my future on this, princess. So yes."
>>41647208>"I see. So you were forced to strike while the iron was hot. Suppose I shall have to do the same, then. Very well. Thank you, sergeant. Are you well? Do you need anything to be taken care of, what with the rush, and all?""Hm? Well, I don't have pets to feed or anything like that. The bed could be a little fresher, though," You smirk slightly, nodding at the hay-shaped dust.>"Oh? Let me freshen it up, then," She nods with a smile, her horn glowing.>There's a flash of light, and...>There's a new pile of straw on the bed. Brand new, fresh, crispy, but still straw.>The princess is gone as well."...Ha ha.">You were hoping for something a little more modern. A pillow and a blanket, maybe,>You never believed the rumors of Celestia being some kind of joker, but it seems that they're at least partially true.>Shaking your head with a grin, you tap the hay down a little before lying down for a nap. ****
>>41645401Imagine having an engraving of you getting your bare ass spanked by the opposite sex on the most important artifact in your kingdom, for all to see, forever. Flurry is going to be perpetually embarrassed.
>>41647308It would be very kinky
>>41644942Magic resistance is stored on the X chromosome. He can only hand sons.
>>41645549>dwarf>not having a beardThat's is no dwarf
>>41647210I’m sure her bed is very tasty. Makes getting a midnight snack easy.
>>41647210It doesn't seem like our protagonist got much out of golden hoof, but then I don't doubt that she has spent years practicing "don't blab about the plan to everyone", unless the group Strict has been after really do call themselves the Ghosts or something.
>>41647656Straw isn't hay, and the nutritional value just isn't there.
>>41648134Junk food then.
>>41648273Less like eating delicous junkfood, and more like eating cardboard.
>>41647656https://youtu.be/4eA-yr11XNc?si=p4WBuJILAfzY8_OZ
>>41647447Oh, she has a beard.
>>41647447After DRG, there are many hair styles for a dwarf. Also ponies can have beards too.
How would you handle a faggot like Caramel making passive-aggressive quips about your waifu not making as much money as his herd? (He's even nastier if you have to take a second job.)Personally, I prefer "fold, spindle, mutilate
How would you handle a faggot like Caramel making passive-aggressive quips about your waifu not making as much money as his herd? (He's even nastier if you have to take a part-time job to help with the bills.)Personally, I prefer "fold, spindle, mutilate."
>>41649584lmao, have you tried not being poor?
Celestia’s economy would mean taking a 2nd job is unnecessary. All stallions are stay at home unless their cutie mark is that strong of a driver.
>>41649584I'd just tell him that what he said would be very hurtful, if the opinion of a whorse herding for bits mattered in any way.
>>41645098Maybe he can only use basic magic abilities, and isekai/LitRPG's himself into a powerful mage by exploiting loopholes and bringing in outside-the-box thinking to a different universe.
Do you think your fashion sense would drift after a few years of living in RGRE? Ponies don't wear too many clothes, but I imagine that what stallion think is trendy and fashionable will not really line up with what Anon would. Maybe Anon will eventually find himself wearing looser, more flowing clothing. Or maybe he begins to wonder whether or not his custom-made pants make his ass look good.
>>41650227Not really a fan of faggotized stallions in RGRE despite there being a few metrosexual stallions in the show (Hoity Toity, Trenderhoof), I prefer mares being the ones wearing fancy/girly clothing because wearing clothing in Equestria seems to be something mostly really formal to do, like attending gala or singing on a concert.I think mares would design his clothes that capture their gaze. Like as you said, empathizing his ass, bulge and muscles (assuming he's not a fat fuck, but there's a sizable amount of mare architects anyway).
>>41650562>(assuming he's not a fat fuck, but there's a sizable amount of mare architects anyway).kek>Anon's overweight>Used to being overlooked>Completely unprepared for the chubby chasers
>>41649584"She means everything to me, Caramel. She's so tired after work, I'd do anything for her to not have to work so hard."
>>41642447>>41642479>You have been recently married to Fluttershy>When you dropped in the cute magical horse land, she was the one to approach you without being scared>To befriend you>As a sign of gratitude, you've been helping her around with animals>Falling in love with each other>Until you've confessed your feelings>She invited you to a nice, romantic date>After that, you went back to her cottage together with her, where you've proceeded to pop each other's cherries>She fucked you nice and rough that night>She's definitely a natural at it, and you've never thought that sex with her would be that good>Kissing you, marking you, draining you completely dry>Making you cum your brains out into her velvety, orgasming mare pussy as she held you in her embrace>God, it's incredible how naturally good she is at sex>You couldn't get enough of her tight pussy ever in your lifetime>She grew addicted to that feeling and since then, she constantly tried to recreate it>You didn't mind, besides having a highly attractive female lust for you felt really flattering>Everything about her is really beautiful>Her looks, her personality, her voice>You wish you could indefintely listen to her moaning and telling you that you belong solely to her>And after every sex session, cuddling to her heavenly soft, warm body comes next>Smelling her comfy pine forest fragrance>Being marked by it>Marked as her man, her property>She's truly an embodiment of feminity itself>A magical pony, standing on fours, making the prettiest women look like some whores>And mogging just about any female there is>Sure, ponies have a lot of sex appeal with all those well-toned plot in good positions, but nothing can compare to your marefriend>Since your first time she nearly constantly have tried to the blissful feelings she got addicted to>She fucks you every day, anytime, anywhere she wants to>Sometimes you would wake up already being taken care of by her, with your morning wood being inside of her tight, winking marehood>Other times, you would do your chores around the cottage like doing a clean-up or preparing food>Ending up being pinned down to the floor by the yellow mare>Or having her jerk you off under the apron with her wing, driving you to the table where she would have her way with you>You've married soon enough, and during the wedding night she took you to the bedroom and have mindlessly fucked you hard>Without even taking her bridal gown off>You enjoy having your shy wife being so pushy and un-shy with you>It's a sign of trust she has in you, and how comfortable she is with you around>Being her husband is simply Heaven>Waking up every morning, cuddling her>Or already having sex with her>Her silky little pussy is nothing but the most powerful drug there is, and you've got hopelessly addicted to it since your first time with her>Apparently it wasn't typical for a male to be THAT eager for his mate out there
>>41643777ask and ye shall receive>>41618438>With one last tug at your coat you finish preparing yourself>Celestia's day court>Today certainly promised to be interesting>Almost as interesting as yesterday's dinner>It was time to test the so-called upper echelons of Canterlot society>How would such upper crust ponies react to sworn enemies in their Castle?>You imagine nameless ponies, dressed in their unearned fineries, and all the emotions that might flash across their faces>The dread, the outrage, the confusion, the fear>It all brought a smile to your face>Your sisters don't seem to be as enthused as you though>Glancing into the mirror, you see Carapace and Gossamer standing like soldiers>While they're certainly trained for it, they haven't done that when it's just you and them in years"What's the matter you two?" Your brows slightly furrow as you address them>"Nothing, my pri- Anon" Gossamer answers, stumbling over your title>Her blatant nervousness worries you, and that fully snaps your attention to Gossamer, and she seems to stiffen under your gaze"Goss" You say softly>She relaxes a little when you softly say her old nickname"Talk to me" You nod to her>She shuffles on her hooves lightly as her wings lightly flutter beside her>"It's nothing- probably- nothing, at least. It's just that you were..." she glances at Carapace briefly before continuing, "thrashing... in your sleep last night.">You straighten your back, having had to bend down to see yourself in these pony-height mirrors and turn to face her fully"Thrashing?">"Mumbling too," Carapace adds, "we couldn't make sense of it, and it was only for a moment before you settled, or we would have tried to wake you">Thrashing? Were you having a nightmare>You try to see if your brain can recall something, anything while you were asleep>But there's nothing"Luna..." You mumble under your breath>The two narrow their eyes and hiss>"Of course! We should report this to the Queen immediately!" Gossamer barks"No." Your voice is still soft, but firm, and brooks no argument.>The two immediately settle from their tense forms"I will discuss the matter of our sleep with mother when the opportunity presents itself," you idly check the cuffs of your sleeves as you head towards the door, "whatever we decide, I'll ensure you stay informed, for now though, assume nothing, and most importantly, accuse nothing. We are their guests.">Gossamer and Carapace nod in understanding at you as you throw open the doors to your room and step out into the hallway>A moment later, the door across from you is bathed in a baleful green glow as it's pulled open and your mother steps out>You doubt any of the ponies would have the ability to notice a change in changeling appearances, but your mother has prepared herself thoroughly
>>41650986>She's polished the cavities of her legs, and applied the faintest lining of silver to the inner rim of the rings, faint enough to not stand out, but enough for it to catch the light wonderfully>She's sharpened her horn and has allowed a dull amount of magic to flow into it, not enough for any magic to be cast, or to even cause any heat to waft from it, but enough that the green glow highlights her mane and eyes>Her wings have also been moisturised>A delicate procedure for such thin wings, and something you've aided her with in the past>There had to be enough water that the light would refract through it and make the wings glow>But if there was too much, it would bog the wings down, and, in the very worst cases, potential cause mould to grow their>They were far more delicate than the wings of these feathered ponies>She's even gone to the length of sharpening her fangs>You both look each other up and down and nod, though she flares her magic to finally straighten a wrinkle in your coat that had been bothering you>As she does so, a stray hair slips from her man and hangs in front of her face, which you quickly comb back behind her ear with a hand>Now ready, the two of you make your way down the hall>The one good thing about being so despised in this place is that nopony wanted to guard you anymore than they needed to>So the guards only ever posted themselves at the end of the hall your rooms were on>Of course, you doubted this was the only security Celestia had put on you>You simply needed proof of what else she had>As before, the trip through the Castle is easily navigated by your party>Your mother's extensive cartography of the area coming in quite handy>You probably understand the layout of this Castle as well as the ponies that had been cleaning and guarding it for years>While the Castle was impressive last night, it is an entirely different beast during the day>There's at least twice the number of guards lining the halls, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say that the princesses had set some guards undercover as serving ponies>Either that, or these were the buffest, marliest mares that ever cleaned the same vase over and over while glaring at you>You only watch her through the corner of your eyes, but it makes you quietly chuckle>These ponies have so very much to learn about subterfuge and subtlety>If this peace were legitimate, perhaps you and your mother and the drones could actually teach them the art of espionage>Of course, after you're done, you doubt there will be much left for them to use such lesson on>As you turn through the final corners to the throne room you see a line of ponies at the other end of the hall>Your appearance immediately cause shocked gasps, that turn into hushed whispers that soon turns into a clamour that the guards try to quell before it turns into a panic
>>41650992>Chrysalis smiles at you, and you can't help but share it as she takes one of the grand doors in her magic and you take the other in hand>The doors swing open as you two stride into the heart of the castle>The throne room is as lavish as you'd expect, the same marble pillars and floor, velvet drapes and carpet, with crystal glass windows>The long mulberry coloured carpet rolls from the door up to a wide grand staircase>The stairs go up, and then split off to different staircases that go the opposite way and lead up to balconies that line the upper parts of the walls>As the very top of the initial stair case, sits two thrones, one of ivory white and gold, the other, ebony black stone and cold blue metal>There, Celestia stands, flanked by two guards as she speaks to a white coated mare, with a dark brown mane, the front styled with parted bangs and done up in a bun, her cutie mark being that of a pen and inkwell.>Celestia turns to you and a multitude of emotions flash across her face>Shock, confusion, curiosity and then annoyance, all in an instant, and in the next, a face of tense neutrality>"Queen Chrysalis, Prince Anonymous, I believe I asked one of my guards to have you escorted to the secondary entrance of the throne room.">"Well then it seems your guards are rather lacking, Celestia.">You see Celestia bristle at your mother's words, and step forward>The solar monarch is clearly even more tense than she was during the dinner last night, and her words gave you pause>She came across as many things to you, but not a liar"My mother merely meant that we met no such guard, Princess." Your words pull Celestia's gaze from your mother to you, and she too pauses at your words. "We travelled through the length of the Castle from our chambers to here, passed a multitude of guards, and none of them made any move to redirect or escort us.">Celestia's tension remains, but shifts, from you two, to something else as she brings a hoof up to her muzzle in thought and her brows furrow>"That... shouldn't..." She begins pacing lightly as her eyes move back and forth in thought>Your mother steps forward to be in line with you again and gaze hardens at you>Unlike the times before, you know you've overstepped nothing, so you hold her gaze>You should have let me handle it, her half-glare tells you>Something else is going on, your flat stare replies>Her glare disappears as her eyes widen for a moment before becoming narrowed in thought>"This will thoroughly impede things." Celestia's statement is terse, but her words speak volumes.>She finally begins to descend the steps from her throne down to the two of you, her guards following dutifully, her apparent assistant, begrudgingly>"I did not want my little ponies to know of your arrival for a while yet.">"A few hours too late for that, wouldn't you agree, Celestia?" Your mother asks
>>41650997>"Rumours can easily be abated, Chrysalis. Those who staff my Castle know better- should know better." The princess surprises you by how she scoffs the words>It seems even Equestrian royalty can become annoyed at their subjects>Perhaps your mother and Celestia could bond over it>"I had, in truth, planned for you and your guards to be disguised, Chrysalis">Unsurprisingly, over the decades you've had her as a mother and queen, you've seen any and every expression someone can make cross her face>But there's one that you rarely see, shock, true genuine shock, to have something revealed to her that she hadn't even considered as a possibility>And now you see it again>Not that you could fault her, you'd been just as surprised by Celestia's words>Though it quickly morphs to suspicion and doubt as her eyes narrow. "Explain.">Celestia sighs before she begins to speak again. "Your son could not disguise himself, obviously, but I had planned for him to stand with me during day court, to learn of what struggles my ponies brought to me, and how I rule them.""And what would I be doing during this time, Princess?" You enquire>"I would have you stand-in as a temporary advisor." Again, Celestia surprises you. "I have Raven," she indicates to the pony beside her, "who keeps as much information as she can on the ongoing developments in my nation, to help advise me, should I require it. As a foreign delegate, and royalty yourself, I would have invited you to give any insight into my pony's problems""I would help with the problems of your nation?">"You would advise me," she corrects you, "and I would take such advice into consideration.">"And what would my drones and I be doing?" Your mother asks, making Celestia turn to her>"You would have been disguised, and in plain sight of the ponies, after a time, I would have made an announcement to my ponies and asked you to join me beside your son, where you would have revealed yourself.">You and your mother share a look, and another silent conversation>It was a very bold plan, one that could backfire on Celestia, and not just from the uproar of protest it might have caused from her ponies>"By doing so, I was hoping to lay the foundation of trust to my little ponies. While none of them have forgotten and many of them would not have forgiven what happened in the past, it would make clear to them that I, at least, am willing to trust you in the coming days.">"Which would have made it easier for your subject to begin to try and trust us, at the very least.""Which, in turn, would have allowed an agreement of peace to be made easier, as you would have had the support of your subjects.">Celestia nods, her previous annoyance melted into gratefulness at your understanding of her plan>You don't need to speak to know what your mother is thinking as you're surely having the same thoughts>The slight silent gloating you got from stepping into the direct sight of those ponies outside was somewhat spoiled
>>41651001>These ponies trusted their princess implicitly, them seeing you in her company first would have softened the blow of your being hereStepping forward, you speak. "Princess, I regret any inconvenience this has caused you, or us, for that matter, how do you propose we remedy the situation?">Your mother cuts off any answer the princess might have had by stepping forward and turning her head to face you, dropping her voice to a whisper>"What are you doing?""We can not gain the trust of the ponies, neither common nor noble, we need Celestia's help in that regard, for now." You silently mouthed the last words, in case the princess was listening>She considers your words for a moment, turning her head from you, her eyes narrowing and darting back and forth, before her muzzle scrunches in reluctant acceptance>Moving away from you, she steps towards Celestia>"As my son said, Celestia, this is a regrettable inconvenience, but I assume you have an idea to mend it?" Your mother only just barely holds her sigh>"I do, in fact. But it will require you to trust me, as I was willing to do with you." Your mother's head tilts slightly at Celestia's words. "He will join me in day court, as in the original plan, but you will not be present.">Your mother's head snaps back up and you can see her chest flare, yet remaining silent, just barely keeping a snarl from escaping her>"I will not leave my son alone in a room full of ponies! Carapace and Gossamer are his selected guards, and they will remain by his side.">The assistant pony quickly ducks behind the princess and you see the guardmares stiffen and their gazes harden at you slightly>One of the guardmares bares her teeth in your direction, but not at you>With a little focus you catch the sound of Carapace making kissing noises at the air, mostly likely aimed at the guardmare>You swiftly deliver a light kick behind you, into Carapace, making her stop goading that guard>The mare in question gets a small smirk on her face, which is quickly silence by Celestia wordlessly drooping a wing towards the guard>You and the princess share a knowing look and a nod, already tired with your guards' antics>Celestia relaxes slightly, those her gaze remains as stalwart as she stands against your mother>"I understand your hesitance Chrysalis, but this is the only way to alter the plan of showing trust to my ponies. You are... unsettling to them, but they know you are here now-""Mother, having you and the guards here in the court may upset the ponies." Celestia and Chrysalis turn to you as you cut off the princess. "I... am alien to them, as last night showed, I will bring stares, but they will be curious, rather than hostile, as they would be towards you.>"Son..." The lids of her eyes grow heavy as your mother turns to you, her mouth unable to settle on her mother, trepidation in her gaze"Take Gossamer, Carapace, Beetle and Exo, Mother," you say as you cup her cheek, which she leans into, "I'll be fine."
>>41651011>"My guards will keep your son safe, Chrysalis.""Well, I didn't say that." Your joke brings a smirk to your mother and you see the guardmares snort, unimpressed>"Not only them, but I will personally see to his protection. His safety will be my utmost priority.">Your mother's smirk grows and her eyes widen and you catch her gaze with her eyes>She clearly wants to make some joke referring to how Celestia was bested before, but your gaze tells her not to>Such gloating and mocking can be saved for later>A war of emotion runs across your mother's face before she grits her teeth and huffs>With a shake of her head, she recomposes herself and turns back to the princess>She doesn't do anything, she doesn't say anything, she simply glares, one by one, first at the princess, then her guards>Without another word, she nods away, and waits>Celestia leans down and whispers to one of her guardmares who quickly lead your mother and guards away and out a different door>When the door closes, Celestia relaxes, her wings drooping beside her slightly with a heavy sigh>"Finally...">Taking a closer look at her, despite how well she's presented herself, their are the tiniest imperfections in her countenance>The faintest shade under her eyes, some slightly rough fur"You look tired, Princess.">Her eyes snap up to meet yours, as if she forgot you were there, and quickly straightens up>"Oh, I apologize for that, Prince Anonymous, it's just..." She sighs heavily again and begins making her way up to the thrones again, and you follow. "May I speak plainly with you?""I prefer it that way, to tell you the truth.">She hums and you catch the briefest flash of a smirk and you can imagine what the joke she's holding back is>"This has been an uphill struggle since it began. I expected difficulties to make this peace happen, but not to this degree.""What difficulties would that be, princess?">"Did you know that I've already had several notices from my guards of requests for transfer, or of intention to leave my service?">This causes you to glare at the imagined ponies behind such notices, pulling Celestia's attention>"Would you care to make your first advisory comment, Anonymous?""Let them leave." You answer unabashedly.>"...Excuse me?" There's no offense in her tone, just genuine confusion"I assume that your exhaustion is a result of an extensive note of meeting with these guards and assuaging their fears?">She nods, quietly listening to you, her gaze on you subtle, but intense"If they are dissuaded from their duties as important as protecting you and their fellows by as little as their enemies entering their territories, then they should be let go. They will be too weak to stand when it matters.">She pauses in front of her throne, her attention fully on you, her head tilting slightly back and forth in thought, but her eyes never leaving yours>Then, she surprises you again, and smiles softly
>>41651022>"No, I don't think I will. But I thank you for the advice, Anonymous, truly.""It is only advice, Princess.">"But it is so much more, it is a new perspective, a..." she chuckles lightly, "a refreshingly new one. You and Luna would get along, I think. You should meet with her one of these nights, she does not always dwell in dreams after all.">With practised ease, the princess slips into her throne, and fits into it like it were carved around her>"And I believe that new perspective may be more useful than you or I can imagine in the coming days." With a silent nod, the guards of the room move into their position>Two stand ready in front of the throne, between the princess, the assistant and yourself, a few line the balconies below, other line the main floor at the bottom of the stairs, while two make their way to the doors and pull them open>The ponies from before slowly, cautiously make their way in, stopping with their eyes widening as they see you, saying something in hushed whispers over their shoulder>"Day court is now in session, my little ponies, he doesn't bite.">There's a light playfulness to Celestia's words, and the first pony in the line seems to relax and find the strength to move forward, though she keeps herself low, and refuses to look at you as she approaches>You do nothing to dissuade this fear in her or any of them>Just as Celestia represents her ponies, you will represent your mother and your drones>You have every intention of holding yourself to the highest standards and providing the princess the aid she requires>Any fear these ponies feel is due to their own weakness>After all, they have no reason to fear you>Yet
>>41651030https://ponepaste.org/10443#1265I'm gonna be blunt, cause I know this isn't my blog and no one cares, but stuff's happening on my end, updates will keep coming, but maybe a little less frequently and smaller than normal
>>41643169>>41644748>>41647210this is some top quality green to come back to
>>41640539Pony biology would have to work differently from our terrestrial mammalian way for RGRE to be remotely possible. Gender dynamics are dictated by the biology of reproduction. I've thought about RGRE a lot, and I think males reproducing would have to take 2-3 years off their lifespan for RGRE-type dynamics to be possible
>>41651030Hot damn. Bug fans are eating good today between this and the one over in /aie/
>>41650972>Her friends and the local stallions thought you were weird for being so obedient to her urges>A mare taking her stallion whenever she wanted to was one thing, but him being so accepting of her lust towards him is on an another level>Like all the bite marks she left on your body, the ones on your neck being visible to everyone>Or keeping her pheromones imprinted on you>The pine wood smell imprinted by your wife which you've never have decided to wash away after she has been done riding your face and your member have caused some strange reactions from the stallions>Leading to some awkward interactions during the relaxing weekend walks through the town (after she banged you of course)>Not like you care about their validation>The only validation you need anyway is that of Fluttershy's, your gorgeous mare wife>Of her love and lust towards you>There is a non-zero chance that you've already knocked her up>She wouldn't tell you to impregnate her so many times otherwise>The thought of her having her belly full of new life kicking inside, and you having to take care of her, to worship her pregnant belly fills your mind with bliss and happiness>That your union isn't just satifying your mare's urges, but also leaving your own genetical imprint onto this new world>That gave you the love of your life>She loves you like nobody could do>Even considering that your relationship with her is kinky and highly sexual>She genuinely does love you and care about you>When she's not busy bouncing on you, she still devotes her life to you>Taking responsibility of your well-being, splitting the chores with the animals and around the house with you>You have a good relationship with her parents, they liked you since the moment she introduced you to them>Probably because they're just happy their beloved daughter found a "colt", as they said>And they are really supportive of her as well>Fluttershy really is a great partner and lover>Having such a female love and desire you that much would have cause wars back on Earth>Even if Fluttershy herself wouldn't approve mass murder because of her>Sometimes you would ask her why does she wants to fuck you so much>You didn't consider yourself a particularly attractive man>And the stallions had bigger dicks anyway>But the only response she has is pinning you down and riding you again>Draining you with her alluring marepussy>The last time you've asked her that, locking right into her big, beautiful cyan eyes>Pleading her for a real answer>But soon you were pleading her to fuck you harder instead>She pins you down and took your clothing off>Then she grabs your legs with her wings, raising your own ass over the matress, raising her drooling cooch over your member, resting her forehooves on your chest>Slowly lowering herself onto you, her tight pussy clenching on your cock>Until you're balls deep inside of her, the pristine fur on her butt caressing them>She's riding you hard into the matress
I like amres
>>41651276Only faggots don't.
>>41651164Yes, not to mention the genetic game theory on 50:50 sex ratios among animals that have it is pretty ironclad.It's the bit of magic I don't give a fuck about suspending my disbelief for.
>>41651276I love having both armes. If any of you have a prosthetic, you can feel free to never talk to me ever again.
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>>41651030Luna, what did you do?
Be careful around this mare. The nature of running Ponyville and the sheer amount of paperwork involved in rebuilding half the town every two weeks has left her bluebeaned for 15 years.
>>41645098>Anon becomes some sort of idiot savant of the arcaneI'm wondering if Bard magic could work.>ponies know that musical numbers happen but aren't fully aware during them>it's like a dream state, they can't consciously control the musical number or what happens, and only vaguely remember them afterwards>musical!Anon starts performing some human songs>weird magic shit starts going off>turns out he's also fully aware during musical numbers and can influence how the song goes>cue panic from ponies thinking Anon is a siren and whatnot
>>41651567>Bardic magichttps://www.youtube.com/shorts/eco2i3Nko-s
>>41651065Cheers. Here's some more.>>41647791>It doesn't seem like our protagonist got much out of golden hoofYup, Strict's reason for arresting Golden Hoof is pretty flimsy from a legal standpoint, but she realized that Golden got overconfident and didn't cover her tracks, and if she let her go, she'd run off and do exactly that, making things harder down the road. So, she just went for it.>>41647210>"Ma'am?">You blink blearily, stretching out on the hay.>You didn't even notice falling asleep. It's been a stressful and busy day, though.>Rubbing your eyes, you get out of bed, eyeing the Royal guards by the door."Yes, sir?">"The Special Investigator requires your presence, ma'am.""Lead the way," You nod, brushing a few stalks of hay from your mane.>They nod, forming up behind and in front of you.>You are led upstairs again, towards a nondescript door.>Some distance away, you notice another pair of guards leading Gale Wind in the same way towards another door.>You enter the room, the guards taking up positions by the door as you trot forward.>It's not quite a fancy interrogation room with one-side mirrors and all that jazz, but it's pretty clear that that's the room's current purpose.>There's a desk with two ponies behind it, a guard - or an interrogator, rather, or maybe the Investigator - and a scribe.>And a chair for you.>As you take your seat, you notice that the guard's rank insignia has been replaced by a symbol of the Sun with two circles inside, a black surrounded by an amethyst one, making it look like an eyeball. Celestia's eyeball, to be precise.>The message was pretty clear. Celestia's sunny gaze was upon you. But you had nothing to be afraid of.>The guard nods at you as the scribe wets her quill.>"Confirm your name and identity for the record, please.""Sergeant Strict Standard of the Canterlot City Guard, currently assigned to the central precinct, sir.">"Very well. I am Special Investigator Straight Shot. Now, sergeant, what led you to arrest your superior officer on such an impressive list of charges?""Well...">With that, the grilling begins.>It doesn't take long for his questions to lead you to the very beginning.>He asks for every detail, every thing you did, every word you said, every action you took, every pony you talked to, reports, cases, and so on.>You're fully aware that the exact same thing is happening with every single pony in your squad as well, if they have enough investigators to question them all at once.>Everything is going to be analyzed, collated, compared, and examined for any holes or inconsistencies.>You share everything freely, happy to be able to finally unburden yourself.>When you're about two thirds in, though, the door suddenly opens, the interrogator scowling angrily.>"What- Oh. Chief investigator.">"Apologies, se- I mean, investigator, this will only take a moment. Sergeant Strict?""Yes, sir?">"Where, exactly, is this illegal brothel that you raided earlier today?"
>>41651662>Oh, huh. Did you never mention the actual address?"Star View street seventy-one, sir.">"Thank you. Carry on, investigator," He nods, closing the door.>There's a brief pause before you cough, restarting your story."So yes, I wasn't actually involved in the third time the brothel was found...">It takes a long time until you're actually done, and your eyes are a bit tired.>Hours, at least. And it was already late evening when you started, so you assume it's well past midnight by that point.>The investigator reads over the report, trying to find more questions to ask as you sit quietly.>Eventually, he nods.>"Very well, ma'am, I believe we are done for the day. This is quite the story, I must say. One for the crime novels for sure. However, given the gravity of the situation and the accusations both by you and against you...">You blink blearily."Yes?">"Would you consent to a memory search?""...Huh. Hm. Give me a second.">You think it over.>Memory spells of all kinds have been around for millennia now.>Not too surprising, since there have been secrets that ponies wanted to keep as long as there were ponies. And then, there were ponies that wanted to know other's secrets.>Interrogating was one option, but then, unicorns got the bright idea: Why not just magically rip pony's memories out of their heads, like pages from a book?>Yeah.>Naturally, more refined and less brutish versions were thought up over the years, with many uses. Some of them were even exclusively used on the casters themselves.>You didn't much care about having a horn, but the "remember what the buck I was just thinking five minutes ago and completely forgot" spell, or "remember where the hay I left my keys to the wizard tower" one sounded pretty damn useful sometimes.>Forcefully reading or otherwise tampering with a pony's memory was highly illegal, but then, if consent was given...>Well, a memory spell could easily make or break a case in court.>The public were largely leery of having unicorns dig around in their heads for the smaller things, but big cases with big stakes like this were exactly where memory searches came in."Hmm, well. I'm not opposed to it, but all I know about them is surface stuff. They are safe, right? No side effects? Memory loss?">"Why don't I let the expert answer that one?""Sure, I guess?">"Very good. Come with me, please.">He leads you out of the room, the guards that led you there following behind you.>It's a bit of a trot, but he eventually leads you to another unmarked door, this one seemingly fairly heavily reinforced.>It is also guarded, two guards examining the "investigator" insignia before letting him open the door.>Once you enter, you let out a low whistle.>It's a full on crime lab, with a whole lot of arcane doohickeys and machines that you haven't even seen in the precinct before."I didn't know the Royal Guard did so much detective work that they'd need something like this."
>>41651672>"You'd be right. The vast majority of this stuff is actually esoteric magical stuff that the princess uses to teach her students, but some things can double up for guard work as well, like sample readers and collectors, dating machines, and so on. Through here, please.">He leads you past various benches and apparatuses towards the middle where there's a circle of sofas set up, with a coffee table in the middle.>There's a bored mare sitting there, staring at the ceiling.>She's wearing some kind of cloak, one that you can't quite entirely put your hoof on. It could be a wizard's cloak, an official uniform, or maybe just a fashion statement.>"Bucking finally," She mutters when she sees you approach. "Shot, you told me to wait here until you came to get me. Do you bucking know what time it is?! I've been sitting here for... I forgot how long!">"Bit odd, considering memories are your forte. Sergeant, this is Clean Slate, a psychiatrist and arcanist specializing in memory magic. Clean Slate, this is sergeant Strict Standard, one of the ponies currently under investigation.">"Charmed," She says dryly. "So, do I get to do anything tonight or not?">"The sergeant here wanted reassurance that the magic would have no repercussions.">"No." The doctor says simply. "To elaborate: No, there won't be. Memory magic is not the overblown, mind-rending, torturous manure you read about in the comic books. It had centuries of civilized research bent towards benign applications. The only chance it would happen is if you actively resisted, and even then, the odds of actual damage are minuscule. Far from every unicorn can do it, but those who are licensed practitioners can do it entirely safely.">You nod slowly as she explains."Yeah... Yeah, okay. I'll do it.">"Very good, so I won't have waited for nothing. Let's go," She sighs, getting up.>"You're paid by the hour anyway, regardless of what you do," Straight Shot points out.>"Hm. Still bored, but that does make me feel better," She grins.>She doesn't go far, leading you to a contraption made of two chairs, some kind of crystal-studded and rune engraved metal helmet on a stand, and a crystal ball on a thin, tall table in between them.>"Voila! The memory recorder. A unicorn can examine a pony's memory all they want, but so what? Then, all the ponies have is *their* word that they're not lying. With this, we'll record your memory into that crystal ball, and anyone can look at it all they want.">Clearing her throat, she turns to you, her voice turning monotone as she begins rattling out some kind of warning.
>>41651676>"I am hereby legally informing you that the use of the MemoryMemorandum™ will create a non-replicable, viewable, non-licensable record of a limited snippet of your memories. By using the MemoryMemorandum™, you agree to the creation of said recording, its public use in current and future legal investigations, public inquiries, demonstrations, etc. With the MemoryMemorandum's™ use, you agree to waive the right of privacy and anonymity of that specific recording of your memories in perpetuity, and you understand and agree that your memories may end up being viewed by an indeterminate amount of ponies.">You blink owlishly as you take a minute to parse through all the legalese."I... Agree?">She clops her hooves together.>"Great! Let's get started. Your chair is the one with the interface.">You assume it's the helmet thing.>Sitting down, you eye it, while she fiddles with the machine a little."So, do I just stick my face in it?">"Yes. Let me adjust it a bit for you.">Changing the height a little, she flicks some things with her magic, the crystals and everything else lighting up and starting to hum,>Slowly leaning in, you feel the cool touch of the metal, along with a faint buzz of magic.>"So, feeling alright? No nerves? Panic?""Sure. For someone who wears a helmet half the time already, this is hardly anything new.">"Excellent. Now, investigator - what, exactly, are you looking for?">"This morning's brothel raid that she led," He immediately says. "The prep isn't important, go from the second they bust through the door.">"Hear that, sergeant?""Yeah. Do I just... Focus on it?">"Yes, but hold on just a second. I will help you. I am going to start casting mental spells on you now. Please do not resist.""Okay...">You don't actually know how to resist mental spells, nor how to NOT resist them,>A moment later, you hear the sparkly sound of magic, and there's something like a tickle, or a the sensation of running water on your forehead.>You force yourself to remain still, but you can't help but scrunch your muzzle reflexively.>"Easy, easy," Clean Slate says soothingly. "I'm just barely touching you now. May I continue?""...Go for it.">The magic sinks deeper inside you, and your mind suddenly starts... Shifting.>Idle memories suddenly shift into sharp focus, becoming as clear as if you're standing there again.>"Memory focus spell," Clean Slate explains. "Often abused by students when they're trying to remember study sessions that they were either too drunk, or too half-asleep to remember. Now, sergeant. Close your eyes, and focus on the memory. Don't just remember it - relive it. Place yourself at the spot in time that the investigator described, and go through it, step by step, second by second. I will record it. If you need to, talk about it. It helps you keep pace and not rush through your memories too fast.">With how memory works, the act would be quite hard, but with the spell, it's shockingly easy.
>>41651682>You even remember the feelings and emotions, grinning fiercely without even noticing as you pile through the door that Brick smashed open."The door was warded, but it was no match for the Breaker Brick combo..." ********* "And we brought him outside-">"That's enough, then," The investigator says.>The tingle of foreign magic in your head begins to fade, disappearing entirely a moment later."Can I disengage now?">"Yes, it's safe," Clean Slate confirms,>You pull your head out of the contraption, blinking blearily as your eyes readjust to the light.>Taking a few moments to readjust, you stretch your limbs, eventually leaning sideways to take a look at the others, who remain oddly quiet the entire time.>You see your memory play out in the crystal ball again, specifically the dash through the second floor.>Straight Shot is muttering something, the other guards staring intently as well.>"Three, four, five... I count... Eight rooms in total?">"Looks like it, sir," The other guards nod in agreement.>"Sergeant. Not a trace of other stallions in those rooms remained, right?" He asks, turning to you."Traces, yes. We could smell the sex smells wafting from all of them. No stallions, though.">He curses under his breath.>"That was one smooth operation, Celestia damn it. I hate to admit it, but I am impressed. Those bastards were good. Oh, you too, sergeant. That was an outstanding performance, you and your squad. Fine, damn, DAMN fine work. With skills like that, you could make it into Royal Guard, you know.">You shrug, though the compliment does make you feel a bit warm inside."Eh, well, ponies think we're similar, but our roles are a bit too different for me. I like keeping order and chasing down criminals. You guys mostly stand around to protect the princess, and when was the last time someone even tried to attack her? I think I'd go a bit too stir crazy without any action for too long.">"Hmm, fair. Well, either way, the lead investigator will want to take a look at this, no doubt.""That's the one that asked for the brothel's location, right? Was it cleared out already when he got there?">"I'm not at liberty to tell," He replies mechanically. "Sorry.""Oh right, I keep forgetting I'm not exactly working with you guys, I'm still a suspect," You snort. "And my brain's halfway to shutting down. What time is it?">"Well past midnight. I'm clocking out," Clean Slate groans, getting up and unceremoniously trotting away.>"Well, with this, you won't be a suspect for long," Straight Shot nods at the crystal ball. "However, you're right, we do need to get some sleep. Escort her back to her quarters, please," He nods to the guards.>"Yes, sir.">You trot forward mechanically, your body on autopilot from all the patrols you did through your life.>When you reach your room, the straw looks like a royal four-poster bed, and you pass out instantly. ******>Once you wake up, you notice not one, but two trays of food on the table.
>>41651684>Rubbing the crud from your eyes, you blink at them before it clicks.>One of them must be yesterday's dinner that someone brought you, but you spent so long in interrogation, you fell asleep without even noticing it.>Something which your stomach reminds you of with a furious growl.>Getting up and taking a leak, you gargle your mouth with the slightly odd tasting water from the sink, wishing you had a toothbrush.>Oh well. Food!>You shovel the yesterday's pasta dish first, it tasting great even cold.>Looks like the royal kitchen refuses to serve slop for any reason, even to prisoners.>Next, you polish off the eggs with the haybacon.>Letting out a huge belch, you longingly sigh for a cup of coffee, but that's one luxury that they didn't provide you. Just plain old water.>As if summoned by your thoughts, the door opens, and you reflexively flare your nostrils, only to smell the two stallions, and no coffee.>A brief thought of two studly stallions "waking you up" flashes through your head, before you brutally strangle it.>Not the time.>"Ma'am? Are you lucid?""...Yes? I don't know what time it is, but I'm awake enough.">"We all had a long night yesterday," The guard nods. "But there's still work to do. One of the investigators requires your presence.""Well, I just finished the food, so I'm ready. Lead the way.">"Very good, ma'am.">It's hard to tell with their impressively stoic demeanors, but the guards seem to be a little friendlier towards you today.>You're led to another nondescript office with a mostly nondescript stallion, though it's not Straight Shot this time.>The large pegasus is reading through a file, a bunch of papers and folders on his desk.>"Sergeant Strict Standard as ordered, sir," One of the guards reports, saluting.>He nods, his eyes still on the papers.>"Good work, private. At ease. Now, sergeant. Help me out here.""Yes, sir?">"I am reading through the transcript here, and you claimed- here it is. You conscripted one Sharp Gaze, a detective, to document the illegal brothel before you and your squad left?""Yes, sir. We discussed multiple options beforehoof, ones that depended on the outcome of the raid, including leaving a few ponies to guard the building to prevent the destruction of evidence once again. However, I deemed protecting the witness- the victim-">"Princess Celestia has decided to name him "Anonymous" for now.""Thank you, sir. I deemed protecting Anonymous to be the highest priority, especially considering what we experienced inside that place. I left Sharp Gaze to do her thing. She's quite a capable mare, and I'm certain she got away without getting caught.">He hisses.>"Yesss, I saw your memory recording, so the priority assessment was correct... Anyway, you claimed that she "went to ground" someplace "with no official address", is that right? If we wish to acquire the evidence for this investigation, how are we to find her?">Oh filly.
>>41651687>You swore up and down that you wouldn't tell anyone about her secret "mare cave"...>But Sharp Gaze should understand, right?>These are special circumstances."Well, ah... She maintains this... Private laboratory/work room of sorts, sir, one that's hidden from plain sight. But, do you even need the photos? As you said, you have my memory record, where you can see everything plain as day.">He shakes his head.>"It is very good, yes, but you only examined each room very briefly before disengaging and evacuating Anonymous, sergeant. An experienced detective could have found a treasure trove of extra details, and even if she didn't, it never hurts to be doubly sure with these things. We're the SIU. Celestia's personally picked ponies, for a grave reason. We do NOT do things half-way.">You nod, not arguing any further."I understand, sir. I can lead you to her.">He raises his eyebrows.>"Really, you can't just tell us?">You chuckle nervously."It's really well hidden, I swear. I promise I'm not going to run, sir.">"Well, I'm not too worried about that, actually... We checked your claims up and down, and it looks like you're mostly in the clear... Very well. Private Hoof, private Trample, escort the sergeant to her destination, and bring back the detective.">"Sir, yes, sir!">They salute to the investigator, nodding to you afterwards.>"Lead the way, ma'am.""Alright, it's a bit of a trot, but it shouldn't take too long.">You leave the office and go outside, taking a moment to look around and figure out which way the exit is.>It doesn't really work, and one of the stallions coughs politely after a minute.>"The main entrance is that way, ma'am.""Thank you, private.">As you're going, you notice a curious sight, and hear a familiar voice.>With a grin, you pick up the pace slightly, catching up to a large train of Royal guards.>There's ten.. Twenty... Thirty two?! Four full squads...>And they're all accompanying Golden Hoof, who's trotting near the front, surrounded by guards on all sides.>"Really, isn't this excessive? I don't need an escort, just let me go and round those ponies up, it won't take an hour-">"No need, ma'am. Her Highness has asked us to perform this investigation as fast as equinely possible, so we're not wasting a single minute. Just give us the reports, point those ponies out to us, and we'll get to work immediately," The officer in charge responds.>You barely suppress your laughter at the situation.>The reason for this whole thing is obvious - instead of giving Golden Hoof a single second to tell whatever city guards are on her personal payroll to make up some manure and take the fall for her, they'll just get snatched by the royals immediately. And, you imagine they'll get asked the same questions, and then, the next ponies down the line will get snatched and taken away for questioning as well.>And if their stories don't match...
>>41651689>Well, you have this feeling that they're going to do far, far worse than you and your squad did in their interrogations.>Not that you actually know how they did, but you have full faith in your mares.>And stallion. Can't forget Brick. Don't want to hurt the big lug's feelings. Even if he wouldn't give you a swirly, you do genuinely like the guy. Never complains, smashes everything you ask him to smash without question and great enthusiasm. Not much for leadership or initiative, but great to have with you.>As tempted as you are to call out to Golden Hoof or otherwise draw attention to yourself, you know that making a scene now would only lead to bad things for you.>Things are far too serious for bucking around, so you just quietly follow behind the procession of guards as they exit the palace, idly flaring your nostrils a bit wider to enjoy the scent of over thirty buff stallions wafting towards you.>Though you don't feel like joining them, it doesn't mean you can't take a moment to appreciate them, and their impressive performance.>Mmmm.>Keeping your head straight, though, you immediately turn right as you clear the palace walls, Golden Hoof's escort leading her to the central precinct, while you go to Sharp Gaze's mare cave.https://ponepaste.org/10491
>An accident brought them>A tumblr witch summoned something that she shouldn't have>A creature that she thought would finally destroy the patriarchy and show just how much better women were compared to men>She thought she had summoned a savor, but she brought a predator to the planet>One that was superior to any comparable on Earth>They were also intelligent enough to be subtle, and could perfectly blend in>The predator left the bewildered witch as soon as she was able and went to do what she did best>A regular fella, minding his own business, found a breath taking woman walking up to him with a smile>They talked>It was a wonderful conversation>There was no anxiety on the man's part, no fear of watching what he had to say>He was completely at easy, despite not knowing this woman, like he had known her all of his life>What he didn't know were her pheromones were doing their job>They were able to change on the fly to any potential mate that caught her eye, and if he were around them long enough they would induce a permanent soulmate link, from which no male on Earth had a resistance to >Coupled with a body that few on Earth could boast, the man had little chance >Were that all the predator had it wouldn't have been so devastating>But she had magic>Magic to call her sisters>Tell them that there was a new hunting ground, filled to bursting with bright-eyed prey>In less than a year Sirens had infested the planet>There were always so many of them in Equestria's seas, and no few males they could catch>They were always so closely guarded back home>Not here though>The women here just let them walk around unattended>Vulnerable >Practically begging to be plucked>Sirens had evolved with stealing men in mind, from their bodies to their voices >Normally, they'd be forced to join a pod with other girls, but here they could have a man all to themselves>So they did what they had been bred to do>Earth didn't even know what hit them until seven or eight months in>By that point the native woman weren't able to find boyfriends or husbands>Even "low value" men had been snatched up>They attempted to fight back where they could, but they had little chance>They were just human after all>Polygamy wasn't even an option, as the sirens very much looked down on them>Laws were passed, and some of the Sirens were captured, but it was of little use>With their magic they could come and go as they wished>No prison would hold them for any length of time>Female loneliness exploded, as did lesbian couples, another things Sirens very much looked down upon >The tumblr witches tried, in vain, to send them back, with it was no use>A new woman was here to stay, and she ruled all seven seas
>>41645098Late to the party, but I liked the way one of my favorite stories handled this: Human magic resistance is tied to Earth's total lack of an ambient magical field. Humans arriving in Equestria are almost totally immune to (most) sources of magic, but the longer they remain, the more effective it becomes on them as their bodies gradually absorb more and more magically-charged particles. The process can take as long as years to apply fully, though.It also turned out in that story that 'magic resistance' was primarily tied to their skin - potions or poisons could have almost full effect from the get-go, as could magical effects that were tied to vision or hearing. So, gaze spells and song spells particularly.
>>41651738imagine
>>41651738>turns out Siren magic/pheromones doesn't even work on Earth, the men are just thrilled to have hot women interested in them
>>41651738>Pheromones>Naturally beautiful>Have magical voices to lure men toward them>Sense of smell honed to find men>Eyes able to see single men from two miles away>They produce an oil from their bodies that produces a pleasant sensation>The same for their saliva >They are able to regulate their body temperatures for optimal snuggling with their mate so you're never uncomfortable>They are biologically predispositioned for easy pregnancies and births>If all else somehow fails, they have a set of fangs that produce a very high concentration of toxoplasma that will directly enter the bloodstream after a man is bitten>They are excellent swimmers>Terrible dancers>They do not trust money, and taxes confuse them
>>41651706Now I'm a bit worried about Sharp Gaze. they should have set up a dead-drop for evidence.
>>41651706An issue that most mlp mystery stories have to deal with is the magic that Celestia has access to. Time travel spells to be precise. If she is this involved in an investigation, would she use the Last Tuesday spell?
>>41651521I want to get her to pass silly laws in exchange for doing that thing with my tongue.>What do you MEAN "anypony whose name contains the letters 'z' 'q' 'r' or 'p' cannot mail receipts to the bank on Thursdays?"
>>41652119Ho man, I didn't even think about that one. It's not the only thing, either. There's lots of magic in canon that might well make any sort of grand investigations moot. With how ubiquitous mind control magic apparently is in Equestria, I wouldn't even be surprised if it was completely legal to mind control someone to ask them "So hey, did you do this really terrible crime or not?"That'd ruin the story though, so I'll try to keep it somewhere in the middle. No instant solution spells, but there's absolutely no way unicorns didn't think up hundreds of spells that would be useful for detectives and digging things up.
>>41652181I mean... if there are spells developed that could potentially solve situations that easily it'd also make sense that they'd be counterspells made specifycally to impede that sort of thing, memory blockers, memory wiping spells, hexes, stuff like that>"So hey, did you do this really terrible crime or not?"If they have special teleporting amulets it'd stand to reason they are magically more than capable of preventing unicorns from poking around the minds of those involved
>>41652181headcanoning up a proper magic system is a green author's best friend
>>41651706I am enjoying mare POV, a good fit for rgre
>>41652351>he doesn't know
>>41651955i was about to say mindrape is not okay everthe mind is a man's final sanctuary, and it is a unique kind horror to lose itbetter to be some sort of cosmic coincidence that man and siren's mating habits align so perfectly instead of sirens using mental fuckeryanyway since extreme sexual dimorphism has been discussed for man/mare before, what sort of dimorphism (if any) or traits would appear for the offspring of man/siren?
>>41652181The show really did not care about having any magic system so I'm not surprised if we were to just ignore it. At least in this story you require to wear a funny helmet just to read memories.
>>41651738>ywncaptcha: p00pp
>>41651521I will fuck all the cougars
>>41652172>"N-no! Do you have any idea how badly that would impact not only Busy Body, but all the orchards in Ponyville?">You stop tracing the alphabet with your tongue under her desk.>You're never going to get past L-M-N at this rate.>Thankfully Mayor Mare starts to do that cute little needy kick when she is *right* there.>"Fine! I'm sure Busy Body won't mind importing her honeybees before 4pm. Or on a weekend...">You patiently wait for her to finish.>"Or less than twenty-five th-OUSAND~!">Atta mare.
>>41651411It's not that ironclad actually. Richer and well-off places produce more men than women, while poorer countries produce more women than men. In the late stages of the Soviet Union there were 11 male to 10 female births. If in our hypothetical equestria, say the male needs to transfer some of his soul into the offspring. Imagine that the female just feeds and shapes and grows the offspring. Then there would be some kind of magical price to pay for the male's contribution to reproduction, something serious, committed, and not to be done on a whim. Ponies would still need a way to have the male do much of the baby care, maybe the male's soul has to recover for a while and males can't do hard labor for a year or two after his female gives birthDue to this, males would be more dependent on females, males would be more likely to reproduce, and the female contribution to reproduction would still be important, but maybe less than the males contribution. This "game theory" sex ratio at birth thing would be reversed. Wealthier regions would produce probably 5:4 fillies to colts, and poorer regions would probably produce 4 fillies for every 5 colts
Would mares in this universe make sure their loved ones are "protected" before walking outside during heat season ?
>>41652807>when it comes to talking shit always trust a cuck
>>41652807>cuckcages
>>41652807>Ruining everything>CucksName a more iconic duo
>>41652807Go sit in the corner Anon. You're in time out.
>>41652119Not after the last time she used it, not making that mistake again.
>>41652825Cucks and turdcock.
>>41652835Fair enough
>>41652807Lol. That'd probably be a backwater thing, and/or not part of mainstream pony civilization, kind of how primitive parts of the Islamic world control their women. I'm just spit balling ideas on how RGRE could work>>41652821>>41652825I thought that chastity, a mare controlling a stallions genitals, would be very rgre
>>41652871The only cockcage you get in RGRE is a mare's pussy draining your balls dry before you go outside with her.
>>41652871Never post again
>>41651738How can a man be this based?
>>41652911>>41652914I could see a genuinely abusive mare forcing her husband into chastity, or a nerdy fetishistic mare begging her coltfriend to try it out. I think it's a realistic portrayal of female dominance. I don't get the vitriolic distaste you guys have, but whatever
>>41652954ptsd
>>41637822in lore, Zecora is the only zebra that rhymed. she did it because zebras don't have magic, but she loved magic and wanted to study it. and magic spells are more powerful when rhymed, because something something harmony bullshit.the comic has its moments.
>>41652954Rgre is not about simply female dominance dumbo, it's about the reverse. Think mark think, a kinky mare would want to wear a chastity device not a stallionThe closest you could get is mare wanting to restrain and beat the stallion
>>41651493to be fair to moon poner, this Anon doesn't remember shit, might have just been a bad dream and dreams are normally difficult to remember
>>41645061I wrote a story like that, but I never uploaded it because I was shy about it.I like writing combat scenes.a good mage is a tough cookie to beat, but there are small things that a smart man can do to defeat them.> spell requires line of sightpocket sand. or kick the dirt with your feet. cover your silhouette with a cloak. solutions about.> spell requires focuspester with long range attacks. literally throwing rocks would be enough sometimes, if pure focus is required.> spell requires calmmy character is the MASTER at shit talking. it's one of his main advantages; getting under your skin.good nerf to magic include:> making telekinesis on living things much harder, especially if they're unwilling> making complex spells require something of the user, almost always requiring them to stand in one place, no running. might also require focus, calm, or line of sight. maybe even proximity> magic is vast and it's impossible for one to know all. instead, mages pick a field to specialize in.this makes battles a puzzle to be solved. the enemy sizing you up while you play footzies with them until you figure out their abilities and think of a counter-attack.also, what if your guy just has magical resistance, not complete immunity?
>>41651240>Standing on her hindhooves as she takes you, your hips locked between her own>Making you crazy with submissive lust>She knows that this position turns you on really hard>It's her own way to make you shut up>She knows what buttons she should press to make you obey instantly>The yellow pegasus is moaning adorably, enjoying the control she has over you>Her crotchtits bounce as she uses you, her erect, suckable nipples luring your gaze>Her winking clitoris greets your head with nearly each thrust she makes>Her ass produces obscene sounds, slapping herself onto you as she fucks you>Her quivering marehood clenching around your cock, intending on draining you again>"Do you like it, sweetie? Do you like it when I take you like this?">Fluttershy asks through her sensual moaning"Y-yeeesss~" you managed to answer through the lustful mist of pleasure>You guess this is the answer to the question you gave yourself>You enjoy having sex with her a lot, and so does she>She holds your legs with her throbbing wings firmer, increasing her pace whilst you plead for more>Her twitching marecunt seals around you, milking you to the last drop>She wails your name in pleasure, cumming at the same time as you do>Covering your length in her warm, delicious cum>You shoot hot, sticky loads inside of your mare>Filling her orgasming, violently twitching pussy up completely, her rapidly winking clit flinging some of your semen into the bedsheets>You scream her name through the insane bliss>Until it all falters>She gets off of you, raising herself from your member, releasing your legs from her hold>Laying beside of you, nibbling your neck gently>Sharing the warm euphoria of the afterglow together with you>Most ponies would avoid you because of your visible love bites on your neck, as well as your wife's signature pine wood fragrance>But some started to actually show even more interest in you, just to name a few>Like the local strawberry farmer, who's trying hard to get more intimate with you while shilling her products to you>Couldn't ever fool you even if she was a yellow pegasus was well, even sharing rather similar colours of her mane and eyes to your wife>Or Spoiled Milk, a middle-aged mare who recently divorced a local mogul who inhereted his wealth from his family, becoming one of Equestria's most influential stallions>But your mare was always here to puff her chest in front of them to enforce her position as your spouse>And you were more than happy to sink your face in her fluff, sniffing her intoxicating enthralling pheromones in front of all these mares>It makes you feel really satisfied when your normally shy, quiet mare is so confident and assertive around you>Coming out of her shell, showing all these mares trying to take you away from her who's the boss>They didn't gave up, however>Maybe she should try something more convincing than just puffing her fluff>Would she be comfortable enough to claim you as hers in public
>>41652871The easier way to write off RGRE?Equine access to magic is actually a genetic defect, which makes some 40-75% of stallion embryos non-viable. However, due to the close association with access to magic on the same chromosome, it's highly selected for and the non-mutant gene died out, long long ago. So long as it's highly conserved, it stays. This could also explain why males are still sexually dimorphic towards being bigger and stronger than mares, because evolutionary pressures have not caught up to "correct" that out of the gene pool yet. You could also write off the whimsy of stallions as another byproduct of that gene, and if you're willing to go down a darker path? Maybe the stallions are viable as fetuses but rarely survive to be an adolescent. Biology is a fun bitch.
>>41653057>You were all about making the shy pegasus more assertive>It would be a natural conclusion considering all the "bad" mares trying to make advances to you>You just need to encourage her to take you right in front of them>Even if you would be flustered yourself about such a prospect>And soon enough, when one of those mares tries to flirt with you, Fluttershy floats up, her hips on your eye level>She holds your head, placing her hoof on the side of it, close to her butterfly-marked flanks>You kiss her hips, flustering her>But she regains control of the situation soon, leading you to a bench>She takes your clothing off, revealing your bare body>You feel embarrassed, exposing yourself to public like that>But your mare sits on your lap, her well-toned butt hovering above of your hips>Making your penis grow>You pull your foreskin back, preparing yourself for your mare>Without hesistance, she impales herself on you>The ponies gaze at the act, but you stop caring>Fluttershy and her fantastic, velvety cave is the only thing that matters at this point>She kisses you passionately, moaning into your mouth as she rides you, holding you in a tight embrace>Her prehensile horse lips taking lead, her broad tongue slipping into your soft mouth>She pulls out of the kiss>Her expression exhibiting love, lust and confidence, her cheeks blushing slightly>You beg her for more>She increases her pace, bouncing on you nice and rough>The public gazes at the lewd act, with a mix of agitation, flusteredness and arousal>Eyeing you being fucked by the unexpectedly un-shy animal caretaker>Rubbing herself all over you, marking you as her property>Sharing your breath as you moan>You squeeze Fluttershy's flanks, your fingers sinking her down luscious fur>She seals herself on you as she publically mauls you>Soon enough, the ex-supermodel ejaculates on your dick, squirting hot marecum onto your hips>You erupt inside her, painting her walls white>Your cock feels like it's melting, while you scream your pony lover's name in pleasure, publically proclaiming your love towards her>She wails your own name as she turns your balls into raisins>As your primal ecstasy settles down, she raises herself from you, releasing your penis>Presenting her gaping pussy for everyone to see, full of your cum leaking out of her>Ponies' faces are various shades of red>They're biting their lips hard as they eagerly eyed Fluttershy claiming you>You don't feel embarrassed, knowing that it's only a way of expressing your love for her>Ponies thought you're a slut, and they're right>But there's a nuance>You're a slut for your mare, and her only>"Dad, please tell me how you and Mom found each other.">You lovingly gaze upon your filly's cyan eyes, whom she have inhereted from her mother>She looked like a nearly complete copy of the animal caretaker, aside from inheritng your hair colour>God, she's so adorable
>>41653133>You love your children with every fiber of your being, just like you love their mother, Fluttershy>It's a bit late for your five year old filly, the oldest one to stay awake, listening to your story gow you've met their mother>But you'll try anyway, albeit it's going to be a heavily censored version>She's still too young for that"Well, sweetheart, that's a long story..."https://ponepaste.org/10506Here's your martial """>rape""", broskis.
>>41653153>martial
>>41653165>mixing up martial with maritalFuck I'm so retarded holy shit
>>41652643>>41652807>>41653116If I may go a bit off track with some wild speculation: perhaps the importance of paying a price, to us, doesn't come from the need to be scientifically accurate, but rather out of a need to balance the gooner economy inherent to porn. When women want to temper their cheap class ascension alpha-lockdown wish fulfilment, they add non-con and oppression into the mix and pretend it's a tortured sacrifice (it's coy, since it's a sacrifice they're willing to make, but that does not subvert the intent entirely). This isn't a scold to them or anything, Handmaids Tale is compelling as erotica. Maybe what's missing in our cheap harem fantasy wish fulfilment thread is that it's too easy, and so we naturally seek to darken it. I think this is an admirable goal and an inevitable direction as we pursue the narrative tension that RGRE has historically lacked. The current thread is flourishing with greens - more writing energy than I've seen here in a long time - and they have in common an increasing focus on imposing some cost on the self-insert; politically, physically, interpersonally, etc. Sex slave rings, abusive moms and political marriages, submissive marriage dynamics. I believe in an RGRE renaissance!Dark RGRE is tricky because there can be incentives in the pursuit of verisimilitude to include elements that, to borrow a term from 8ch's monstergirl spergs, are heretical: NTR, pegging, performative gay shit, chastity and other Fischer Price BDSM silliness, and ofc anything grossout like scat. Tradeoffs that work directly in opposition to the reward of being sexually or reproductively successful are more off than trade. Dark without heresy is a very hard line to tread.
>>41652807just put a burqa on them
>>41653188I've been thinking about this, because IMO crossdressing outright is heresy, but covering up colts still seems like it would be important to upstanding quadrupeds.Consider: horse curtains.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caparison
I mean look at these fancy lads
>>41653200>horse-trapperoh yeah I can see colt-trapper being a thing>>41653202fancy indeed
>>41653174>NTR, pegging, performative gay shitThose things are kinda retarded anyway in a setting with scarce males. I would believe in mares fetishizing yaoi just like we do with lesbos, if the stallions weren't much rarer than mares. They wouldn't want faggots to take some more of precious dick away from them.NTR? Cucking their stallions with whom exactly? Are they really going to abandon them just to take an another mare's stallion?I don't believe in pegging in a dominant female, pussy power setting. Nothing beats a mare's orifices it's true.Nobody will ever accept chastity shit due to the associations with cuckery.Scat? Why they would to take a shit on you? Lmao.
>>41653208We're definitely in agreement across the board here. More reasons that gender skew is an inescapable predicate of the RGRE landscape. Especially with making NTR nonviable from a practical standpoint. Another interesting dynamic, although a bit high on the grossout scale, is one I read from a (mostly dull, uninventive) harem/matriarchy book called A Brother's Price is that harems would need to be highly prejudicial wrt STD ecology since they'd become the STDs of the entire harem through the male. Thus, outsiders, especially outside males, have high exposure rates and are a risk. Perhaps this is overkill, but one must imagine that exclusivity with a male is a reward of class, so stories about nobility/royalty would still have an NTR pressure that this may curtail.>I don't believe in pegging in a dominant female, pussy power setting.I've yelled about this before in one of my story reviews about how insufferable it is that the BDSM conception of femdom is that penises are almighty and men are brought low by getting fucked by them, women are elevated by donning them. Where's the fucking imagination?
>>41653228>STDs of the entire harem through the male.And this is why Penis Inspection Day exists.
>>41653004It's ok, he doesn't remember after the roofie.
>>41653228You seem to have a really fucked up sense of what rgre is and see it as simple femdom with extra steps. Nothing wrong with having a fetish but this is clearly clouding your judgement.
>>41653228please stop posting
>>41653257elaborate
>>41652807Why cucks are invading rgre? They can't see good shit ? They want to ruin everything?
>>41653232Every day is a Penis Inspection Day when mares line up to suck your dick.
>"ANON! GET THE BLOODY 'ELL IN 'ERE BEFORE I TWIST YER NIPPLES OFF!""What the fuck, Tavi?">"STUFF IT, YOU KNOBHEAD. I WANT YA TA EAT MA FAKKEN MINGE!""You... what?">"EAT MA FAKKEN MINGE, YOU DAFT GIT! I'M RANDY AS A BLOODY MARE IN HEAT! MOSTLY CAUSE I'M A MARE IN BLOODY 'EAT!""You want me to... oh. Come on, Tavi, you could at least ask politely.">"I'M WETTER THAN THE FAKKEN CHANNEL. NOW GET OVER 'ERE AND SNOG MA FAKKEN TWAT!""Ew, no! Not until you ask me nicely!">"I'M NOT BLOODY ASKIN' NICELY! I'M IN 'EAT YOU DAFT GOBSHIT! GET OVER HERE AND MACK MY FOKKEN QUIM OR I'LL MAKE YA!""No. I'm tired of your rudeness, Tavi. You can't treat me like this and get away with i-- OH SWEET JESUS!">Octavia launches herself off the bed, grabbing your head in her forelegs and power-slamming you into the ground>It's like some bizarre, incredibly-lewd WWE move, as she lands with her crotch in your face>Before you know what's going on, something slippery-wet and smelling strongly of aroused horse is being pressed against your mouth>"OI! FAKKEN MAKE IT SING, YOU PONCE!"
>>41653532Kek. Take the (you)
>casts an Equestria-wide censorship spell that prevents stallions from cussing
>>41653690>Anon's natural resistance to magic kicks in>He starts cussing tia >"Your big fat white assed whorse!"
>>41653722Lame.A better solution to >>41653690 is:>Anon shows off the human ingenuity in the creation of euphemism and innuendo.>Stallions young and old begin imitating Anon's speech patterns.>Things end up twice as lewd as they were before the spell.>Twilight Sparkle begs Celestia to remove the spell, since now she can't say anything to anypony without it being taken as some sort of sexual advance.
>>41653532Quality
>>41653202I choose to believe that the height of stallion fashion looks like shit you'd seen in Renaissance artwork, with frills and shit.
>>41653773>"Every star in the night sky is a different way to say the word 'penis'!"
>>41653116I'm not a fan of harems and marems and stuff like that, (I dislike mastrubatory wish fulfillment shitposting) so I'm trying to think up a minimally contrived explanation as to how females would be dominant sex. I think in gender dynamics IRL it boils down to the fact that women can be easily overpowered and impregnated, the biological cost for the male to do this is near zero, and the biological cost to the female is about a year of inability to work, massive calory expenditure, and risk of death in childbirth.I think that just swapping this around, if the male contribution to reproduction was significantly harder than the female contribution, it all the other pieces would fall into place with no contrivances."Disposable" females, skewed wealth-based sex ratios at birth, females catcalling males, males could be raped. "Male/female" weapons would also be different. IRL women fought with the bow and the spear, because these have reach, and your less likely to get hurt using them. Even something like most philosophers (depressed retards) being men (unable to have a meaningful connection to reproduction) would be inverted.
>>41653773>“Hey, Anon! Here to check out that new Daring Do book? Rainbow Dash says the plot is amazing!”“Woah woah woah. Cool your jets, mare. You want me to 'check out' an 'amazing plot'? In the middle of a public library?”>“W-what? No! I’m *asking* if you would be interested in taking home a new adventure novel! You like those, right?“I don’t think I’ll be ‘taking home' any 'new adventures' today, thank you very much. Some ponies…">“Anon wait! That’s not what I— alright, I get the point. Spike, stop laughing and take a letter.”
>>41653860>not a fan of harems and maremsThat is one point some RGRE writers definitely miss. A herd is not a "harem". It's not either maledom because the male gets lots of girls or femdom because the females are the ones providing the money. In the setting, it's a completely normal family unit.If you want harems, write about Saddle Arabia.
>>41653886>"You want me to whip out my quill?""Yes, I need to get this letter to Celestia right away.">"You want me to dip it in your inkwell?""Uh, yes - Why are you giggling? Ugh! Not you, too!"
>>41653954>You're saying my "package" "came" in the "mail"? Sorry Sporkle, I don't swing that way.
>>41653860>the biological cost for the male to do this is near zeroI just don't see how you're gonna come up with a cost comparable to pregnancy without handwavy magic or drastically modifying biology in ways that would be weird and offputting. Seed Cheap; Egg Expensive is a hard law to circumvent.Still, I've got some spitballs for your consideration:-Vril is real and busting a nut actually weakens stallions.-Or sperm is magical so when a stallion cums in a mare she steals some of his magic, permanently or temporarily.-Impregnation requires constant sperm saturation during estrus, so mare pheromones are designed to circumvent refractory periods for marathon sex, but this is exhausting and harmful to stallions.-If you've got any stomach for light mind control shit: Soul Bond AU (bonded ponies feel a need to be near one another, and their emotions and occasionally thoughts bleed through to one another) where having sex causes a soul bond, but it's lopsided such that it makes stallions needier and mares can "read" stallions more at will without betraying their own thoughts and emotions.-Ruinous caloric requirements for sperm production.Not really satisfied with any of these though. It's a tricky problem to solve.>>41653920It's an easy shorthand for herd. Doesn't have to be charged in any way.
>>41653860-Cumming just fucking kills you. Stallions just straight up die when they impregnate a mare, BUT, they respawn a year later at the tree of harmony-Estrus make mares violently feral and they savage stallions for no particular reason-Mare pussy makes stallions retarded but unironically-Pheromones cause brain damage-Maresquitos feed their pregnancies by sucking large quantities of stallion blood-An elaborate mercantile pony society that worships commerce. Every morning Majority-Shareholder Investia raises the stock prices, every evening Sole Director Loonie brings them back down again (for the short-sellers, although she was put on leave for a thousand fiscal years after trying to short squeeze gamestop). Food does not exist, all energy is a form of money, and foals require that stallions virtually bankrupt themselves just to get the poor things out of the womb. They have to audibly pray to Chief Executive deCadance to bless them the entire time.
>"Hi, Anon.""Fuck off, misandrist pig."
>>41654002>-Mare pussy makes stallions retarded but unironically>-Pheromones cause brain damageI actually subscribe to the theory that marepussy is such one hell of a drug having sex with a mare makes you mindbroken.
>>41654043It's true. The real cost is that you go all ahegao face and it's very embarrassing and undignified.
>>41653973>some spitballsHere's some spitballs for your spitballing:Think wider. They look like mammalian horses. But they're magical. They could work differently. Do you know how octopi males can live for decades and are very smart, but just fucking die after mating?Options:Cumming takes magic. Fertilizing the mare's soil, so to speak. Stallions evolved to be expendable, and give mares the best chance to survive, giving them an extra magic boost, making them faster and stronger for a while, and making sure that their offspring survived. Not a conscious choice - just how evolution works.Breeding doesn't make stallions die, just drained (hue). However, that temporary weakness means that many of them get eaten by predators before they can recuperate, while the mares successfully run away with their offspring in their bellies, continuing the unexpectedly effective breeding cycle.Modern society issues: Biology didn't exactly change, but with modern mares wanting sex constantly and for pleasure (impossible to please them all) as opposed to just breeding, like back in the day (biologically manageable), stallions can't keep up with their demands, and they're constantly walking around drained (hue hue).Option 2: (Something I haven't seen a RGRE writer use yet, and I'm planning to add it to one of my stories one of these days) If mares were the protectors and the ones charging predators all the way back in unga bunga prehistoric times, they'd die off, and stallions would have more manageable herd sizes. Let's say that the ideal amount of herd mares is 3 - but the birth rate is something like 4.5 mares per stallion. Mares still died when predators got replaced by plagues, wars, bandits and stuff, but in a modern, safe society with good medicine, the ancient biological imperatives and the cultural need to have a herd size with the same ratio of ponies as there are births are grinding against each other really badly.
>>41654061>Think wider.Could you clarify what you mean by this? Your first two points are just the first two points that I made but listed in reverse order. I assume I must be missing something here.Also, I don't see what Option 2 does to deter stallions. The problems that arise from unmanageable herd sizes, if mares are the risk-taking, sacrificial sex, are problems that fall mainly on mares. Like, are stallions predisposed to be highly aware of society's Malthusian carrying capacity or something?>Aaah noooo don't ride my fat juicy cock with your tight little mare pussy, this fourth-and-a-half foal will overwhelm our grain production and be socially destabilising without developments to our yield! S-Stop trying to kiss me, I have CHARTS!"At least I can self-insert into this no problem
>>41654117I guess this got off the rails somewhat, my bad. Option 1, I just elaborated on your 2nd possibility in that list.Going back to >>41653116>This could also explain why males are still sexually dimorphic towards being bigger and stronger than mares,Point 2 is to "explain" RGRE and gender power dynamics/struggles and stallions being the fairer gender, not the biology behind why there's a skewed birth ratio. Stallions would be deterred to join larger herds or add more than 3 mares, while there would be nagging and pressure from society/mares for them to do precisely that, and give them sufficient attention (sexual and otherwise), too, which they're not biologically capable of, leading to hesitation and resentment.When ancient pony society formed, mares had to mare up and become breadwinners simply due to the sheer amount of them being born, regardless whether a stallion was still essentially stronger and didn't have to deal with pregnancy, since there was no way a single stallion could do the reverse and provide for 5 or so mares. Of course, it was more egalitarian at first and a stallion still had to pull his weight, but with the population becoming wealthier and wealthier as civilization advanced, the overly large number of mares had to offer more and more to stallions to get their attention, which eventually led to most of them being spoiled faggots, with the large, strong stallions like the Royal Guards being the last holdovers of how stallions actually used to be. Every mare would like a Big Mac or a royal guard type, but with more mares being born than stallions are willing to deal with, and some stallions stopping pulling their weight entirely and just becoming thots, there's a concerning rise of marecels in Equestria...
>>41651738>Be Anon>They had already taken most of the single fellas in town>The government had come in with women and a bunch of those weird robot dog things along with a load of drones, but it didn't matter>They built walls, and that didn't matter>The pretty ladies would just waltz right in and take someone>They tried taking the last men away, but found that all their vehicles weren't working, and from the weight of most of these gals you sure as shit weren't walking>The women guarding you weren't all that happy>In fact, you would have said they were peeved>You were called a lot of pretty rude names, like this all was your damn fault>You should have been happy with how things had been, you were told>That you were abandoning the best thing that had ever happen to men>Etc...>Etc...>Again, you didn't do anything>You grinded steel for a living>You tried explaining this to anyone that'd listen, but it was like talking to a wall>So, you found yourself in a walled off town that your "guards" couldn't protect, not able to leave, barely given any food, and getting yelled at and threatened>It wasn't the best>Then, on your daily allowed walk around town, you saw her>She was far off in the distance, but you could see a mass of hair, along with a pair of glowing purple eyes>You blinked, and she was gone>The next day you saw her again, closer this time>The guards trailing you didn't seem to see her, nor did the robots>Each day you'd see her, getting closer and closer>The closer she got the more of her you saw>She was shockingly beautiful >The sort of woman too perfect to be possible, yet here she was>Her moments were as elegant as a dancer, and her smile made you weak in the knees>Right before Tyrone disappeared he said something similar was happening to him, and just like him you kept your mouth shut>It was kinda weird>Like you were being hunted, but in a good way>Gals really didn't pay much attention to you before the invasion, so something like this happening to you was...>Nice?>Made you feel wanted?>It was weird, but you didn't mind it at all>Then, one day, you found her walking side by side with you out of the blue>She just appeared at your side, hands behind her back, looking nonchalant >You both walked for a few blocks, saying nothing>You really didn't know what to say>Then, she was so close to you that your sides were touching>She was warm, and she smelled REALLY good>"I'm going to take such good care of you," she whispered in your ear>Her voice was like honey, and her words made you tear up>That night you were gone, headed to the east coast, to freedom>Her name was Adagio>She was the eldest of three sisters>And she was very excited to be your wife
>>41653860I was trying to operate within the dynamic the show has presented us, which is that we see less males than females (almost like it was made for little girls as a TV show) and that those males tend to be larger than females, which implies stronger. If mares have to compete for males, the sexual dimorphism should go the other way with mares being bigger and stronger, and fewer in number.If the reproduction output is 50:50, there should never be any "disposable" males or females in a system where they mate for life 1:1>>41654239 (humans certainly do not qualify, before you ask). Eschewing economic factors, it's always better to try to have kids with someone genetically mediocre than to have no kids at all. As for Philosophers being such because they can't get laid? Kek. I want to dispute that, but I don't know that I could. >>41654239Not bad, not bad at all. I like it, but the reason I wanted to couch it in biology is that would give rise and explain the societal aspect. The standard trope that males are a resource worth competing for despite not carrying the pregnancy practically requires they be rarer, or as other Anon's have postulated have the excessive resource drain.>>416535320/10, not believable Octavia would have to tell Anon twice.
>>41654572Ohhh. So that's where that went. Ignore the post ref in the middle of a paragraph. Sucks being a phone poster.
>>41654428Kind of want to see the scenario from the guard as they realize they just lost their charge.
>>41654428IMAGINE
>>41654428Now describe the brutal lovemaking, markingI anon to get FISHED now
>>41654428>>"I'm going to take such good care of you," she whispered in your ear>>Her voice was like honey, and her words made you tear up
Alright back from family dinner.>>41654239>Option 1, I just elaborated on your 2nd possibility in that list.Ah, that makes sense, gotcha.>and give them sufficient attention (sexual and otherwise), too, which they're not biologically capable of, leading to hesitation and resentment.This makes a lot more sense than what I'd >>41654117 interpreted in >>41654061 to be a resource scarcity argument.In fact this and a great deal of your post is essentially my personal headcannon: herd size making sociosexual obligations too time consuming for stallions to be provider types, and creating adverse environments that stallions might want to push back against (thus be pursued) tracks.>Every mare would like a Big Mac or a royal guard typeIs the argument that you have about the swelling underclass of marecels supposed to derive from stallions being behaviorally unappealing to mares?This feels a bit off, maybe a bit too tailored to "And then along came manly-man Anon" wish fulfilment. I dislike an RGRE in which mares have the power and do the pursuing to their own chagrin, and this follows through to any headcannon in which mares find stallions are behaviourally not to their taste. Surely we can treat ourselves to a /bit/ of mares being attracted to vulnerability? IMO mares checking out of society is much more obviously driven by there not being enough stallions than by them MGTOWing.>which eventually led to most of them being spoiled faggotsAlthough, something about this, too, feels off whenever I see it in the wild. Once again, as though motivated by an urge for the male competition of an AiE wish-fulfilment story to be comically non-threatening to the reader. For a writing community about gender roles, the selection always feels a bit lacking in any graceful familiarity with the literary masculine and feminine. Gendered characterisation continues to be a gaping hole, IMO. Perhaps my grievances here only apply to the crowd-of-one who would like to read some RGRE without humans in. I cri.It would be nice to read about mares that enjoy having power and enjoy pursuing stallions, and about stallions who are emotionally vulnerable without being terminally gay/woman-coded.Tired, so I hope this all made sense and wasn't retarded.
>>41651567There was a short bard anon thing several years back. It was a neat idea.https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/29765892/#29781370
>>41654428>>Made you feel wanted?i wonder what that feels like
>>41653174Quite good post
>>41653860>>41653973>>41654002>>41654061A more elegant solution might be:Mares have short and easy pregnancies, but since ancient times stallions have shouldered the burden of rearing children, and magic paternity tests can easily tell who the father of a foal is. This social convention need not even still exist, so long as the modern Equestrian culture still remains steeped in the culture that produced the matriarchal gender roles. Many ITT have pointed out that there are biological reasons to expect a 50:50 sex ratio in any population, but I don't see why we ought to give a shit. Let's say they have magic genes and 9/10 ponies are female and be done with it.
>>41655816Intoxicating. I haven't felt truly wanted in 13 years.
>>41655915It's stupid to not think that the sex ratio can be diferent in a show where literal magical ponies exist
>>41656066 They didn't got especially breed to have more females than males so there's no reason why they would change. Now in counterargument there's literal species of lizards and snakes that makes are so rare that they reproduce via basically cloning themselves
>>41655303>siren says this shit to me>remember that sirens are femoids too>incel powers activate>woman-avoiding mach sprint GO>run away before she can steal my soul (all femoids do this)
I deleted my post to add on to it and rewrite it a touch>>41654572I feel ya, but for my personal vision of Equestria, I would ditch the imbalanced sex ratio.Cows have been selectively bred in america for over 100 years. Despite only the females getting to reproduce and pass their genes on, they still sense that they are well-fed and some evolutionary mechanism skews their sex ratio to produce more male calves. It's like 53M:47F. https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC9249140/All the male calves get turned into dog food, and they don't pass their genes on, (very few bulls in all of America do). There are still game-theory genetic mechanisms going on that have stronger, younger, and more successful cows produce more males. 50/50 is the rough number, but better off individuals produce more males. In my vision of RGRE it'd be the same, but wealthier ponies would produce more mares.>>41655992Fair, and I also agree with all the other posters who've engaged with me on this, any justification is fine here, from cum representing a ton of magical energy, to the guy who said magic terminates a lot of male embryos. These are some good ideas and could make for the basis of some funny or touching stories.>>41656073https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_ratio#Fisher's_principleIf you're an animal and you're doing well, you'd want to produce a male, because a good offspring male can impregnate a lot of females. If you're doing poorly you'd try to produce a female, because they have good odds to get impregnated. Statistically it has to even out, because reproduction needs two individuals.At least with mammals that's how it works. The reptile example is actually wild. I looked it up, and they can produce "XX" males, and if "XX" males reproduce with females, all the offspring will be female, with no Y chromosome. It's possible that those females could somehow outbreed malesSeems that it is possible to have a sex system that produces very odd sex ratios. Even in those reptiles though, there still are males that produce sperm, and the offspring still inherits traits from both parents, it's just that those males aren't genetically male and all that sperm is XXI'll stop my autistic ramblings.
>Amethyst Star never expected to have an alien dropped right at her hooves>He had no magic, but was susceptible to it>He was really handsome and tall, as much as the Princesses>She really needed to have him>So she asked him out>To her own surprise, he agreed>She couldn't be more happier at this point>But once she bedded him, he even more pleasant than she thought>Since those "humies" had no magic, she could bounce on him as much as she wanted>Of course, he was still weaker than a mare with his weaker muscles and a lack of magic resistance>Just like any colt is much weaker than a mare at something>But despite his size, he was weaker than her on every way>It turned her on>She milked him dry, and then without any issues, reloaded his balls with magic any time he would erupt inside her quivering marehood>Fucking him for hours>Until she got tired>That stallion would satisfy all of her kinks later on>He was the ideal husband, the one she was waiting for>Amethyst became the happiest being in Equestria when she learned out that the ape colt impregnated her>She eagerly anticipated the future life with her human, and the numerous foals she has with him
>>41656209>sex before marriageHow scandalous!!
>>41656447>How scandalousI see no problem here officer. She fucked him good and hard with full intent to have him be her horseband, and he will be unable to go back to anything but her marely folds. No harm in moving a few things up if the end result will be the same.>file upload blocked for IP rangeFuck off Hiroshimoot, it's not my fault
Upsies for secksiss' amres!
>>41655433>Although, something about this, too, feels off whenever I see it in the wild.I think the issue with that is that most writers tend to go 100% in a single direction, which is not how societies work, writing every single stallion as a complete screeching femoid caricature. As I mentioned the Royal guards, there's probably a spread of a small amount of excellent "trad-husband" stallions, a large amount of average, lazy but decent stallions, and a chunk of whores. And in the modern Equestrian society, which is probably at least partially analogous to ours, whores probably do exist, (not in the sex worker meaning of the word) and due to the excess amounts of mares, so do simps, who shower them in money instead of reining themselves in and forcing behavioral correction by not giving them free resources that only encourages more whores to follow in their footsteps. And bit by bit, as that behavior continues. the amount of whores keeps increasing, as does the amount of unsatisfied mares.Enter Anonymous. >"And then along came manly-man Anon" wish fulfilment.And that's precisely why the story needs to have a at least somewhat balanced society, so that mares can even have a frame of reference to what a "manly-man" is, comparing them to the high-worth stallions. If no stallion like him existed, mares might well be confused and freaked out rather than interested, since apparently not a single stallion in all of Equestria acts like him.I also think the species barrier should be a bigger issue than most writers make it, where mares don't seem to care in the slightest, calling anything with a dick a "stallion". With that, Anon's attractiveness (behavior-wise) would be balanced out by his alien-ness, making him an averagely-attractive male, which only a subset of mares would be interested in (for pairing up with, anyway).Another opinion of mine is that interspecies sex would be a well-established way to get your rocks off - all those "is it moral, does it pass the Harkness test" would have been the conversations ponies and other species already settled thousands of years ago, and if pregnancy is not possible, then it'd probably be something they'd engage in pretty freely. Any pole's a goal, after all. However, settling down with one would be quite a different matter, due to different cultures, needs, behaviors, etc. So, Anon might get lots of offers for sex, but not so much for finding love.
>>41640056>>41640524update to the big green over in /aie/ done - time to write some disgustingly saccharine borderline wish fulfillment. give me a few days for the first one
>>41657215Would a strong, feminine figure feel emaresculated by getting upsies, or is the final step of supreme maresculinity not giving a shit about how others perceive you?
>>41657513Aww yeah, aww heck fuckin yeah bro
>>41657688>Would a strong, feminine figure feel emaresculated by getting upsiesHmm, nah
>Mares proposing to youWho do you think will break down in tears first, you or her?
>>41658625Oh, definitely me. The thought of being actually desired is completely foreign.
>tfw your sister wakes up one morning saying something about a soulmate she found in her dreams.>thatsnicesister.scroll>she suddenly takes off one day wearing an explorer's outfit and a backpack full of supplies>weeks pass and you're worried what happened to Luna>suddenly she barges in the throne room, clothes scratched up, covered to head to hoof with mud and leaves>but beside her is an absolute brick shithouse of a hairless ape wearing dead animal skin>all the noble mares (including you) eye the absolute behemoth of a package the creature's packing>"Huzzah! I have finally found a colt worthy of my affections. Come along Ungamous! To my chamber to engage in Faust forsaken gene mixing!""Ugg">Luna leads the ape away to her room>Now the Sun Court has to deal with the very loud moans of their alicorn princess and audible wet sounds of an ape howling>tfw your socially inept sister lost her virginity before you
>>41658972>>tfw your socially inept sister lost her virginity before youWell, Luna did that by kidnapping and raping a jungle ape. I wouldn't be too jealous if my brother got laid before I did if he fucked a dog.
>You got dropped into a land of magical ponies>And you're not too happy with that>The gender roles are reversed here, and the females are really, really sexist>They keep treating you like a retarded child>Well, not like you were a poster boy (hehe) of masculinity, your arms were on a rather skinny side>You lacked the physique of a truly manly man in general>Well, there is magic and potions and shit, maybe that could be fixed>The stallions themselves were rather wimpy>The mares are just waiting for a true Chad to fuck them well>There is a zebra potioneer in the forest, maybe she knows about such a potion>She does know, and she keeps winking at you suggestively while she brews you the potion>She gives you the flask filled with a red liquid and sultrily says that it will be ready in forty eight hours, as long as you keep it in a dry place>Two days pass, and you drink the liquid>You muscles expand, making you look like He-Man>Time to slay some pussy>You stroll through the town, the mares gazing at you, eyes wide and drooling>Suddenly you fall on your knees, and you couldn't get up>This wasn't supposed to happen>In front of you is a creamy earth mare and a torquoise unicorn, standing next to each other>You could feel an aura of powerful lust coming out of them>Distorting their facial expressions as both of them drooled on the ground, their faces being red as a beet>They were drooling from both of their ends, and you could smell the arousal coming from them>"Hi there, Nonny! Looking super sexy and slutty today! What's that? Hungry for something? Tell me what you want~" the creamy mare says with a seductive inflection, swaying her candy marked flanks>The torquoise one lets out an animalistic grunt>"Fuckable little bitch! Gonna tear those hips apart! Look at that pussylicking mouth!">The unicorn then levitates you to their house>You struggled and squirmed, to no avail>They overpowered you with ease>You didn't want it, you were going to be with one to do the slaying, you couldn't let them corrupt you>Any sign of your resistance faltered as soon as one of them placed her hot, wet cunt on your dick>And soon, you were the one getting fucked>You lost count how many times you came inside of their quivering marepussies>They kept going at it for hours, the domeering degradation and loving praise switching each other in their talking>Enjoying you>Kissing you>Draining you with their mouths, ponuts and pussies>You were still shivering from all the orgasms as you were falling asleep with them, your face buried into the creamy one's candy smelling chest fluff, while the unicorn spooned you>Being subjugated by mares doesn't sound bad at all
>>41659741I'll pass
>>41659741Wait, why did Anon fall over?
>>41659952His knees started to bend on his own due to combination of all the snowpity in Ponyville and his own brain damage from the himbofication. Lyra casted magix.
what if you have a small dick, then what? you're just that chick with small tits and no ass.
>>41660466>if
>>41660473legendary
>>41659741Number 1 rule to avoid this, get anti-magic pendent. Then get gains.
>>41661106>Bon Bon pounces at you and restrains you while Lyra removes the pendent>Gainz mean shit brcause a human couldn't ever hope to surpass toon power-enhanced earth pony strength>Get>raped
oh look, the submissives are here.
>>41661441There seems to be a lot of overlap from flutterrape in this thread. The two topics go together like cheese and crackers. Both perfectly fine on their own, but also pretty decent together.
>Rainbowshine wanted to live a simple life of a simple pegasusmare with her stay at home husband>But there wasn't much stallions around>Except for the monkeigh>He was attractive for sure>Especially with those small, foal-like eyes>Rainbowshine felt her heart flutter everytime she saw him>And he smells nice>Would've been nice to take him to her home in Cloudsdale, up high on the clouds>Even though it felt like a pipe dream, and he can't walk on the clouds without a spell or a potion>But she could try at least once, right?>She couldn't let any other mare have him for herself>So she asked the monkeigh out, and he agreed>Turns he always wanted to be on the clouds, and that monkeighs' long-time dream was to reach them>So she grabbed him and took him to Cloudsdale>To her bed, where she made love to him, popping his cherry>He wasn't reluctant to live a househusband life on the clouds, given that walking out of her house would result in his death>In fact, he was very much comfortable to stay at her home, waiting for her to come back from her job at the weather factory>Soon, she moved his stuff to her house, and asked Zecora to brew some potions just in case they would go for a walk outside>The violet pegasus lives her dream, coming back from weather factory to her house where a warm meal was waiting for her, made for her by her monkeigh husband>And a night of loving sex, as she rubbed her belly on his own, riding him>Cuddling him to sleep afterwards>Life is good
>>41661664>He wasn't reluctant to live a househusband life on the clouds, given that walking out of her house would result in his death>In fact, he was very much comfortable to stay at her home, waiting for her to come back from her job at the weather factoryAnd yet I'm willing to bet she still felt trepadition every time she left the house that she'd come back and find he'd fallen.
>>41661415Oh no, nothing I can do to sto-- Pocket Sand!Later candy pony!
>>41661793>Anonymous avoiding rape using silly hijinks>Pocket Sand, "Look over there!", and even peekaboo are faithful staples>His greatest foe is the one which no trick works twice in a row: the super agent and master rapist, Sweetie Drops
>>41661800She fucking glows. How hard is it to avoid her?
>>41661800"Look, squi-ACK">"Silly monkey, you thought you were going to not to leave a trace of your precious DNA in the Equestrian population? That you were going to leave a mare without your foals?">Sweetie "Bon Bon" Drops, the resident undercover glowie snickers>"Think again."
>>41661769They should invest in an emergency parachute.
>>41661836Use a mirror on the glowie to blind her with her own glow.
>>41661836>The "look over there!" trick usually worked>Her sunglasses stopped the pocket sand>She was completely unphased by the peekaboo (HOW?!)>She glows too bright to turn off the lights and hide>Your final option terrified you>It was far beyond what you had to do to any of these cute, overpowered, sexist rapist horses>It was banned in the Geneighva Convention>You felt dirty doing it>Your final move: Several Consecutive Boops>Surely, even a glowie of this caliber was not accustomed to such heinous acts of terrorism>One could leave a mare scrunched for hours, but three, five, even ten?>It could be a week before their muzzle returned to a decidedly marely shape>But you know you've only bought yourself time until she can remove the power from your ultimate defensive maneuver>You hope you can conjure something up for the next time she finds you>And that look in her eye told you: She WILL find you.
>>41661893Maybe blowing a raspberry. Would have to be pretty desperate.
>>41661893Horse mask to blend in is my go to trick, i have a bunch of them in different collors.
>"It's... seven?">"Uh-huh!">"Are you sure?">"Of course I'm sure! Didn't you see me use the formula? We're you paying attention? I went over it an' everything!">Anon grunted as he felt a small hoof poke his thigh>Twilight Sparkle was a six year old>Unicorn filly of a middle class family>Her dad was a writer, mom was in the guard>There was nothing that special about the family at all save for the foal in his lap>She was so magically powerful that a test--which he had been told was supposed to be unpassable-- given to her resulted in nearly the entire castle being destroyed>The Sparkles went from some nobody's to their daughter being the new personal student to Princess Celestia herself>The thought made his stomach churn>The guard had looked for Sunset for days after she had disappeared>There was no trace of her>Other than a notebook and a bag of bits, everything in her room had still been there where she left it>She was gone; seemingly disappeared from the face of the earth >It hadn't felt very good when he had been told>Anon didn't have many friends; he didn't care to lose one without warning like that>Not even a goodbye or anything>He also didn't really like the Princess's reaction>Sunset had been with her since SHE was little, and now that she was gone the mare didn't really seem to bat an eye>He had tried talking to her about it, but the conversation was always masterfully turned and twisted until they were n a completely different topic>Cadence had taken it pretty hard as well, but she had popped back to her normal, cheery self in no time at all, so Anon did his best to put on a brave face>Some days were harder than others though>It was hard not to see the filly in front of him as his friend's replacement>He knew it wasn't her fault, but why would the Princess replace Sunset so quick like that?>Why act like she didn't exist anymore?>"Anon?">Anon blinked, looking down to see Twilight staring up at him with her huge purple eyes>After the episode with the cursed books, the Princess had cut off their funds from the royal treasury>If they wanted something, they would have to work for it>There wasn't a lot of honest work for an alicorn and whatever exactly he was in Canterlot, so the Princess suggested babysitting>It didn't work well with him because foals would scream when he walked into a room, but Cadence was weirdly good at wrangling kids>There were a dozen or so kids they visited, and each one loved her to bits>Normally, she'd do all the work and he'd find somewhere to sleep and do some homework>Not here though>Twilight was normally very shy around everyone other than her immediate family, but the second she had seen him she hadn't left him alone>She saw him and she had a billion questions>Here he could watch, play with, even bathe Twilight>And she seemed to like him even more than Cadence>It was... nice>"Did I do somethin' wrong?" the little filly asked, a look of concern coming to her face
>>41662921>Anon smiled>"Oh course not, squirt," he said, ruffling her mane. "I was just thinking a little too hard.">"Momma says when a colt thinks too hard their brains start to melt..." Twilight said, somehow managing to look even more worried>Anon tried not to laugh>"That's why I try not to think too often. It's why you're helping me with this homework too, right?">The little filly brightened"Uh-huh!" she chirped, going right back to the homework in front of her with a happy wiggle>If someone would have told him that a child was going to be the reason why he'd pass his math class this year, Anon would have told them to take a hike>But it currently appeared as if that was what was going to happen, and you know what?>He wasn't going to complain>The sound of a door opening caused him to look up>There was Cadence, walking out>Right behind her, carefully carrying the little baby dragon that had very recently been adopted by the Sparkles, was Shining Armor>Shining seemed like a nice enough stallion>He wasn't quite magically gifted enough to be in Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, but he did have talent enough to be recruited into the royal guard>There weren't a lot of colts that would sign up for such hard work, but Shining seemed excited for it>And that was great and all, but there was an issue with the unicorn>A big issue>Anon watched as him and his sister giggled amongst themselves>Sharing looks>Smiling>Batting eyelashes at each other>Cadence hoofed him a baby bottle for the dragon and their hooves touched, and they quickly blushed and looked away from each other>They both appeared to be in love; one of those once-in-a-thousand years sort of loves>It was fucking disgusting >"Mr. Anon? Are you tryin' to think hard again?">"Oh no, squirt. I'm actually thinking I need to have to have a conversation with your big brother.">Twilight cocked her head to the side"Really? What about?">Anon's eyes narrowed down to slits>"Kumite..."~_~_~_~_~_~>Be Shining Armor>Trainee guard>BBBFF to your little Twily>You were in a courtyard in Canterlot Castle>You were wearing a gi, as well as head protection>Standing on the other side of the courtyard, wearing a gi as well--along with a headband and pads for his claws--glaring at you, was Prince Anonymous>You were extremely confused>One second you had been talking with Cadence, having a great time taking care of Spike, the next Anon walked over and yelled kumite at you>Cadence had gasped, Spike had burped fire and giggled, and in no time at all you found yourself here>On the way up here, you had found out what the hay a kumite even was
>>41662941>Apparently, it was something that both Anonymous and Cadence were able to declare whenever they thought the other was being courted>Which was CRAZY>Cadence was sweet, and smart, and really nice, and p-pretty, but you wouldn't EVER consider doing something like t-that!>You were just a commoner after all, and she was a princess!>Cadence seemed SUPER embarrassed about the whole thing, and had tried talking to Anon about it, but he would not be swayed>The kumite was supposed to show whether the would-be significant other would be able to fight and protect>Because, and you quote, "who the heck would want to be with some sissy?">"I, Anonymous, officially challenge Shining Armor for the right to smooch my little sister," Anon called.>Cadence's snoot scrunched up>"You're not older than me!" she yelled, stomping her hoof. "And we weren't SMOOCHING!""Neither of us knows that, and I didn't say YOUNGER, I said LITTLE. You are littler than me, so shut your mouth.">Anon looked towards you>"Shining Armor, do you accept my challenge?""Well, um...""Good.">Anon got into what you assumed was a fighting stance>"Great ready for a world of pain.">With a shout, he launched himself forward towards you, his arms raised above his head>He got three steps before your guard's training kicked in>Now, magic reacted weird to Anonymous>Everypony in Canterlot was aware of that>He was... slippery>He might have been, but whatever ability he had to cause such a thing didn't apply to things touching or near him>The prime example being his clothing>The tip of your horn glowed, and in Anon's mid-stride you gave the section of cloth near his ankle a hard yank>Anon's war cry turned into a yelp of surprise as he lost his footing, hitting the ground hard>The watching crowd let out a "oooh!", many flinching from his impact"Anon," you began. "Do we really nee--">Anon was up in a flash, clearly in pain but his eyes filled with determination >He raced over towards you, swinging back a leg for a kick>Without a doubt the most telegraphed attack you had ever need in your life, with utterly no mind to his own defense>Normally, your training would call for you to race forward, driving a hoof into his knee so you could knock him over and easily neutralize the threat
>>41662951>But you couldn't REALLY do that>If you did that, you might really hurt the colt>And sure, you were pretty annoyed that he had set this all up--for parents and sister were here for crying out loud--but this was still a ward of Princess Celestia>It wouldn't look too good your career if she found out you went ahead and beat the stuffing out of him>You had a feeling Cadence wouldn't be all that happy either, since she really loved her "little brother">Twily would probably be mad at you as well, to boot>You weren't in all that much danger thankfully>Anon might have been big, and seemed scary, but the colt could not fight his way out of a paper bag>The princess had made it a point not to give him or Cadence any combat training since they had picked so many fights when they were younger, and it very much showed>It was a bunch of flailing and hoping-to-hit strikes>Easy enough for a semi-trained stallion like yourself to beat, but along with not being very good at fighting the siblings were infamous for something else>Namely, not knowing when to STOP fighting>You had heard from your Sergeant that the two didn't win that many fights they picked with a knock out or overwhelming force>Instead, they'd just keep getting up and attacking until the other side couldn't stand beating them anymore>So you might be in a bit of a pickle>You couldn't beat Anon too badly, and even if you did he probably wouldn't surrender >So you'd have to play this a by ear for now>You very calmly sidestepped>Anon's kick hit nothing but air>He spun on his heel, trying to punch you, but so eager was he that he lost his balace again>"Son of a--oof!">There were more groans from the crowd as he slammed into the ground>You winced >Anon, for just a moment, went limp in the ground>You took a step towards him, when he suddenly tensed>He sat up, blinking slowly>You could see blood coming from his nose"...Anon, are you okay?" you asked>It took a few moments, but Anon was able to turn his head and focus on you>When he did, his confused expression morphed into one of determined anger>"You think that's gonna stop me?" he demanded with a slur, awkwardly getting to his feet. "A kumite is a kumite, and I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!"
>>41662961>Lunging towards you, he tried to punch you with both fists as well as kick you>"Super attack! HAAAAAAAA!" he yelled>You could hear ponies facehoofing behind you as you smoothly ducked under his kick and rolled behind him>You must have bumped into him while doing so, because he crashed right back down to the ground with a groan>"Shiny, stop! You're gonna kick his butt too hard!" you heard Twilight yell"I'd really like to, Twily," you called back while, somehow, Anon once again got to his feet. "I don't know if he'd going to give me much of a choice!">He was swaying now>Blood was covering most of his face>His gi was dirty and ripped from the crotch down to his left knee>You hadn't even touched the colt and it looked like he had gotten his flank kicked by ten ponies>Even so, he seemed determined, snarling as he shambled towards you>You dryly swallowed, getting into a standard combat position>What could you really do here?>Just dance around Anon until he knocked himself out?>That was a opinion honestly, but you really were starting to feel really bad...>"Anon!">Anon paused misstep>He looked over his shoulder>You followed his gaze toward Cadence>The alicorn was staring at him, her wings tucked firmly against her sides>There was an expression on her face that you couldn't quite read, but Anon seemingly could>All of the tension left his body>His anger turned into annoyance, then acceptance>Hands lowering to their sides, he walked over towards you>You stayed tense yourself, somewhat expecting funny business>"Give me a tap, Shining," he said>You blinked"Pardon?">"Tap my leg. Doesn't have to be hard, just tap it.">Confused, you reached up and tapped his knee>He slowly sat down onto the ground>"Oh no, I've been defeated," he said loudly, getting onto his back. "Truly you were the superior opponent. I give up.">While you wish he didn't sound so theatrical--you hadn't TOUCHED him for goodness sake and look at how he was--you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief>Some of the crowd cheered, others grumbled as bits were exchanged>You watched as Cadence raced over towards her brother>"You okay?" she asked, looking down at him>Anon didn't return her gaze, staring straight up at the sky>"I'm fine," he said>Cadence just looked at him for several seconds, then leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek
>>41662965>She whispered something into his ear>Anon snorted, but didn't reply, nor did he move from where he laid>Cadence turned her attention back towards you>She smiled>If you didn't know any better, you'd have sworn a blush came to her face>"Shining, can I talk to you for a second?"~_~_~_~_~>Be Anon>Be on the ground>Bloodied and beaten but not defeated>You were staring up at the sky>Upset>Peeved even>"Anon!">Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Twilight trotting over towards you>She had a overly large medical kit in her mouth>Her dad was right behind her, and BOY did Mr. Night Light not look very happy>You had a feeling that you were going to get a talking to...>"Are you okay?" Twilight asked, setting the kit down and poking you>You looked past her >There, off in the distance, were Cadence and Shining>They were away from the crowd that had gathered>They were talking>Your sister looked nervous but resolute >You could feel your face scrunch up>What the heck did she know about love?>It was just her calling!>That didn't really mean a damn thing!>Your sister deserved someone really, really awesome, not some dork!>You sighed>...>Well, maybe it wouldn't be all that bad...>You had always wanted a bigger family...>Not now--you were all too young for that marriage business-- but maybe someday>If that WERE to happen, Shining better walk a thin fucking line>You weren't even trying that hard in your fight>If you wanted, you could have punched his big, dumb head clean off his shoulders>And you'd do JUST that if he did anything to hurt Cadence>"Anon?">You looked back down at Twilight>While you had been thinking to yourself, the little filly had gotten a bundle of bandage and was currently wrapping it around your head>Which you appreciated, if not for the fact that she was in the process of covering your eyes with it"Yeah squirt?" you asked>"Are you alright? You hit your head a lotta times," Twilight said, her ears folded against the sides of her skull>You nodded"...Yeah. I don't think I'm that alright, squirt. Pretty sure I got a wicked concession. We should get me to the horsepital right away.
>>41662975Maybe it’s a good thing Anon wasn’t taught how to fight. Though this does mean he is very kidnappable.
>>41661664Must be nerve wrecking if you have non-pegasus foals.
>>41662975>>41663069Kinda fucked they denied him any combat training desu.
>>41663748He's Wimp Lo tier. I'm not sure training would help him.
