>>41783600
oh hey there hasn't been an abuse thread in a while, bump for interest.

>>41783600
"Come on, it's not that far."
>Scootaloo moves to the lip of the ravine and looks down
>she swallows nervously
>it looks like a drop of ten, maybe twelve feet
>soft mud and a little creek at the bottom
>the fall wouldn't kill her, but it might hurt
"You can do it. I believe in you, squirt!"
>she turns her head and looks over her shoulder
>Rainbow Dash is standing there beaming at her
>she feels a knot form in the pit of her stomach
>she peers down into the ravine again
"I don't know, it's pretty far...and it looks like there's rocks at the bottom..."
>she hears a heavy sigh from behind her, and the knot in her stomach tightens
"If you don't think you're up to it, squirt, that's fine it's just..."
>Scoot wheels around
>Rainbow Dash looks genuinely disappointed in her
>even worse, she looks like she's trying to hide it
"N-no!"
>Scoot puffs out her little chest and tries to sound confident
"I can do it! It's just...well..."
>involuntarily she glances over her shoulder at the ravine again
>Dash sighs, more heavily this time
>the knot in Scootaloo's stomach tightens
>she can feel the faint beginnings of tears forming in her eyes
>why does she have to be such a wuss?
"Look, squirt, it's cool. You don't have to make the jump if you're scared. I won't tell anypony."
>Scootaloo bristles at the word 'scared'
"I'm not scared!"
"I mean, I set up the ramp and everything, and I brought the camera like you asked..."

>>41784257
>Dash continues as if she hadn't heard her
"But whatever, if you don't want to do it, that's cool. But I've got a Wonderbolts practice I need to get to, so if you're not gonna jump..."
>she trails off, shrugs, and begins to walk away
"Wait!"
>Scoot cries out, trotting anxiously towards her
>Dash turns around with a surprised expression, as if she'd forgotten she was still there
"L-let's do the jump!"
>Dash looks doubtfully up at the sky
>there is still plenty of daylight left, but the sun is well into the western portion of the sky
>the shadows of nearby trees are starting to get long
>she returns her attention to Scootaloo, staring up at her anxiously
"Come on! We've got plenty of time! I'll just do the jump real quick, and then you can go to your practice!"
>Rainbow Dash glances doubtfully at the shoddy-looking ramp the two of them hastily constructed that afternoon
"Well, if you think you're up to it..."
>she shrugs
"Yeah, I can do it! No problem!"
>Scoot puffs out her chest again, brimming with confidence
>her fear is momentarily forgotten
>she scrambles quickly up to the top of the ramp where her little scooter is waiting
>she swallows
>the structure wobbles a little underneath her
>she's not even that high up, but somehow the ravine seems even deeper and wider than it did from the edge
>the ramp sways a little in the breeze, and she jolts, trying to steady herself
"Come on, squirt! You jumping or not?"
>she hears the voice of her idol calling impatiently from the ground
>the look on her face drives a spur into Scoot's flank
>swallowing, she straps her little helmet on
"You can do this..." she mutters to herself

>>41783955
>be you
>in your apartment playing vidya
>rain drumming softly against your roof
>hella comfy atmosphere
>you hear a light knock on the window
>look up
>it's that faggot OP
>fuck, he probably wants you to post in his Scootabuse thread again
>god damn you hate that faggot OP
>whatever, just ignore
>continue playing vidya
>a weird light catches your eye from down the hall
>you glance up
>sigh heavily
>it's probably her again
>the closet door at the end begins to nudge open slightly
>eerie pastel light spills tentatively out into the hallway
>fuck
>you turn your attention back to the TV screen, deliberately ignoring the sounds of hoofsteps in the hallway
>you wish she'd just take a damn hint already
>everypony else figured it out
>you look towards the glow coming from the end of the hallway
>you see a purple muzzle poking through the crack in the door
>fuck

>>41783600
Why can't she use magic

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>>41784335
>it's a shame, really
>all that work
>all that time and effort spent learning arcane and ancient sorcery
>all that trouble, just to open a portal to Equestria
>and at the end, when you finally succeeded, you just...
>you just got bored with it
>that's all there is to say
>your Dad had been right all along
>all that "dumb pony shit" really was just a phase
>at least your friends had gotten off easy
>when the fad was over and the dopamine wore off, the worst any of them had to deal with was some cringey merch to unload and some embarrassing Facebook posts to delete
>but not you
>you have a god damn portal to Equestria in your linen closet
>one that you can't figure out how to close
>whoever rents this apartment after you is going to have a fun little surprise waiting for them, that's for sure
>you hear a tentative clip-clop of hooves treading down the wooden floor of your hallway
>fuck
>try to ignore
>maybe she'll just go away
>the clip-clopping grows closer
>you can feel her in the living room but you focus on the TV screen so hard you get tunnel vision
>you already died and you haven't even moved since you respawned, but you pretend to be absorbed in the game
"Anon?"

>>41784359
Either on earth or she's been emotionally manipulated into not using it anymore

>>41784260
>she takes a deep breath
>her tiny, stunted wings begin to flutter
>she holds the scooter in place for a second, building up power
>then, she kicks off
>for a moment, everything is forgotten
>her fear, her idol watching her, her home life...
>it's all gone
>there's nothing but the rush of adrenaline
>the crisp, late afternoon wind in her mane
>that thrilling sensation of leaving her stomach behind as she drops
>the scooter rolls down the ramp
>she doesn't even notice it swaying anymore
>nothing can scare her
>she's invincible
>she's the wind
>these are the moments when she feels truly alive
>the edge of the ramp whooshes by, and suddenly there is nothing underneath her
>she careens upward in a graceful arc
>the land begins to spread out below her
>dimly she's aware of the camera flashing somewhere off in the distance
>her heart swells with pride
>she's doing it!
>the chasm of the ravine yawns underneath her, but she scoffs at it
>she's going to make it across
>she's--
>suddenly, she notices that her momentum has slowed
>she looks down and realizes with a panic that she is barely even halfway across
>she flaps her wings as hard as she possibly can, trying desperately to move herself forward
>it's no use, it's like she's frozen in place
>and then, suddenly, she can feel herself begin to drop...

>>41784359
she had a lobotomy and now thinks shes a dog :(

>>41784384
>Twilight is panting again.
>Summer is summerin'.
>Which is to say it's hotter than the devils own cunt.
>The air is dense with sweat, noise thickened by the sound of Twilight breathing.
>Scrrrp...
Mmm..?
>Look away from the 'puter.
>Twilight's purple hoof is pawing at an empty water bowl.
>"Nnnhh?"
You thirsty, girl?
>The pony crocks an eyebrow at you, tilting her head.
>Doesn't understand what you're saying.
Man those doctors really fucked you up good huh.
>Shrug.
>Get her some water.
>Go back to 'puter time.
>Couple hours pass.
>Twiggy is twiggyin'.
>The little unicorn goes up to the bookshelf you keep.
>Pulls down a tome and sets it open on the floor.
>Then just stands there.
>Looking down at it.
>You don't really notice this, not right away.
>Not until you hear her hooves pawing at the paper.
>And..
>"Nnnhh..eeehhh..."
>Twilight is crying.
Ah shit..
>You groan, getting up.
>She looks up at you.
>"Nn...?"
>Twilight's head hurts.
>She looks back down at the book.
>Hooves at it again.
>And again.
>Until the paper starts to fray.
>"Nnnh!"
>Those tears just won't stop.
>Her breathing gets more frantic.

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>>41784370
>you hear her voice nervously speaking your name
>you used to dream about hearing that voice speak your name
>now it might as well be nails on a blackboard
>fuck
>why can't she just take a hint already?
>everypony else did
>Dash hasn't been by in ages
>the CMC stopped coming through after Rarity told them to stop bothering you
>some of the ponies needed it spelled out a little more directly, of course
>that look on Pinkie's face when you flat-out told her you didn't want to come to any more of her "dumb" parties will haunt you until the end of your days
>but she got the message
>they all did
>even AJ has stopped coming through to lecture you about "playin' with a poor mare's heart"
"A-anon...?"
>but not her
"...Anon...?"
>not Twilight
"Anon!!"
>she suddenly steps right in front of you, blocking your view of the screen
>fuck
>you slam the controller down on the couch next to you
"What? What do you want?!?"
>she recoils a little
>you probably didn't need to speak so harshly, you suppose
>you sigh
"What do you want, Twi?"
>she paws nervously at the floor with a hoof
"I'm sorry to bother you, Anon. I just thought I'd stop by and see what you were up to."
>you grunt and pick up your controller again
"I'm busy."
>again, probably said that a little more harshly than you meant to
>Twi glances back at the screen
>your character is just standing there at the spawn point
>she doesn't know much about games, but she knows what playing them looks like
>she stares at the screen with a sad expression on her face
>it makes your heart ache a little, and that just makes you angrier
>you grip the controller so tight it makes your knuckles turn white
>your character begins running off in a random direction
>she keeps pawing at the floor with her hoof
>it makes an irritating scratching sound
"Stop doing that."
>you snap at her
>she cringes like you just physically struck her
"I-I'm sorry."
>she stops scraping the floor
>you sigh again
"It scratches the hardwood."
>you mutter
"I'm probably not going to get my security deposit back, thanks to you."
>she stares dejectedly at the floor

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>>41784413
damn

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>>41783600
rare abuse thread
rock on

>>41784413
>This happens pretty frequently.
>Twilight sees the book shelf atleast once every day.
>Takes one down.
>Then stares.
>She doesn't always cry.
>But today she is.
>Unlike with Pinkie, the vets fucked up Twi's lobotomy.
>200 dollars right there, gone.
>Fuckers.
>You don't hate it though.
>It made her more interesting.
>She knows she used to do something with the book.
>But she can't remember what.
>So she keeps hooving at it.
>Just like she did with the water bowl.
>Because maybe she can fix it.
>She can't.
>So you just stand and watch.
>Until she throws up.
Oh god damn it!
>"nNnnh..."
>Grab Twilight by the back of her mane.
Look! Look what you did!
>Shove her face into the putrid pile of throw up, soaking into the book.
>Twilight chokes, whimpering.
>Hiccuping.
>Trying to move out of your hand
>You don't let her win.
>You make sure her nose touches the vomit.
>Then let her go.
Fucking stupid...
>Stomp your foot on the ground.
I keep these-
>Point at the book.
Here for YOU, you know.
>Twilight's shaking.
>She doesn't understand.
>But she knows what's next.
>This wasn't the first time she ruined a book when she got upset.
>"NnnHhh..pppuhhhhh...puuuuuhhhhh...."
>Twilight croaks.
>You think she's trying to say please.
>You ignore her, grabbing the white plastic trashcan.
>Her entire body is shaking so violently you could swear she was having epilepsy.
>"Puuuhhhhh.....ppuhh..."
No.
>Twilight reaches forward, trying to save the book.
>Smack her.
>Grab the book, cringing at it's texture.
You know what happens now, right?
>She sniffles.
>Those purple eyes of her watching you let go of the book directly into the trash.
>Crying louder than ever.

>>41784457
>Put the can away in the closet.
>She can't root through it now.
>Clean up vomit.
>Tomorrow is another day.
>Walkin' the unicorn.
>She nuzzles up to you, smiling.
>Kick her.
Out of the way, twily.
>She whimpers.
>Spot your buddy, Incognito.
Heyy!
>"Oh shit- hey dude!"
>Twily smiles, her tongue lolling out.
>She likes meeting new people.
Is that...
>A blue pegasus stands between you and him.
>Glaring.
>"Yeah, my new pony. "
>"I'm NOT your pony."
...Huh...
>Chuckle.
Kind of an attitude I'm guessing?
>"Oh fuck yeah."
>He sighs.
>The two of you talk for a bit, catching up on life.
>The blue pegasus though.
>When she notices your pony..
>She doesn't think you see her looking.
>Getting close to her.
>But you do.
>You see the anger on her face.
>The sadness.
>The surprise.
>"Twi...?"
>She whispers.
>"Twilight is that you?"
>"Ehhnn!"
>Twilight responds happily, drool dripping from her mouth.
>"Oh Celestia..."
>She leans forward, nuzzling the unicorn delicately.
>As if she's afraid to break her.
>"I wanted to see you for so long dude.. now you're here and..and.."
>Twilight cocks her head to the side.
>"Don't you remember me..?"
>Twilight cocks her head to the side, ear twitching.
>"It's me...Rainbow Dash..C'mon Twilight- Please.."
>"Please I feel so alone..."
>Twilights ears go down against her head.

>>41784505
>Twilight should know this pony.
>Shouldn't she?
>Twilight shifts.
>Uncomfortable.
>"Come on..please.."
>Rainbow is so careful to keep her tears so quiet.
>Trying to keep human eyes off the two of them.
>"Just talk..be a braniac again..."
>"I don't.."
>She chokes.
>"I don't want to be alone anymore."
Yeah, i really do think you should consider the...
>"Even though it fucked up Twilight there?"
Oh absolutely. I mean she's a little broken yeah but...still alot better.
>"Hmmm.."
Plus Pinkie was great after hers.
>"I'll definitely think about it, that last kick from Dashie here was pretty bad. "
Glad to hear it.
>"Twi.."
>You and Incognito break up the little get-together between the ponies.
>Then both go your separate ways.
>Twilight's head hangs low.
You alright there big girl?
>"Nnh.."
Well I think you'll like this.
>She always likes Barnes and Noble.
>You pick a few books up.
>Go back to bed when you're both home, feeling pretty satisfied.
>Twilight waits for you to be asleep.
>Then slowly trots out.
>Out to the living room.
>Out to the bookshelf.
>Taking one down.
>Placing it open on the floor.
>Sitting infront of it.
>Her tongue hanging out.
>It's hard for her to keep it inside ever since the lobotomy.
>She sits.
>Staring.
>Waiting.
>After a few hours, Twilight gets up.
>Goes to a dry water bowl.
>And begins to hoove at it.

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>>41784382
>BOOF
>Scoot shakes her head in a daze
>she has no recollection of what just happened
>one minute she was in the air, and the next...
>she struggles to her hooves
>she can feel mud caked all over her coat and in the parts of her mane not covered by the helmet
>her scooter is jutting out of the mud a few feet away
"Haha! Wow, you really biffed it!"
>she hears laughter, and looks angrily up at the source
>Dash is standing at the lip of the ravine, laughing
>when she sees the expression on Scoot's face, she puts a hoof over her mouth and stifles it, but the damage is done
"Sorry. Here, you want some help?"
>she lifts into the air, but Scoot waves an angry hoof
"I can do it..." she mutters
"Let me get your scooter at least..."
>as Scootaloo struggles to pull herself up the slippery bank of the ravine, Rainbow Dash glides effortlessly down and retrieves the scooter
>Dash sets it down on the grass beside her as she stands at the edge, panting with exertion
"Did you...get a picture..." Scoot huffs out
>Dash snickers
>she tries to stifle it, but Scoot notices
>it hurts worse than her bruises
"Yeah, I got a picture but...uh...you probably don't want to see it..."
>Scoot glowers at the ground and says nothing
"Well, anyway squirt, this was fun, but I need to get to my practice..."

>>41784446
is that filly chrysalis?

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>>41784440
Lobotomy-sparkle.
Best dog in the world.

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>>41784547
"I'm going again."
>without waiting for a response from Dash, she grabs her scooter and clambers back to the top of the ramp
>this time she doesn't hesitate
>with a huff, she flutters her wings as fast as she can, and kicks off
>the ramp whooshes by, but she feels none of the exhilaration of before
>her entire being is focused on traveling as fast as possible
>with a rush she careens out past the edge of the ramp
>the ground recedes underneath her
>she arcs out over the ravine
>yes!
>she's further than she was the last time
>she's actually going to make it...
>BOOF
>SPLAT
>she pulls herself up out of the mud, spitting
>some of it got into her eyes that time
>she wipes it angrily away with a foreleg
>tears are running down the side of her face
>it's just the dirt making her eyes water
>she clambers up the side of the ravine
>Dash has already retrieved her scooter
>she's smiling sadly at her

>>41784413
>>41784457
>>41784505
>>41784535
I wasn't expecting all this from my dumb little lobotomy joke. Well done.

So what exactly do you guys like about abuse? I personally find it hard to put into words, but I guess I just like feeling sympathy. Seeing ponies hurting makes me want to be there for them.

>>41784591
>>41784535
>>41784425
good greens so far btw

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>>41784614
>So what exactly do you guys like about abuse? I personally find it hard to put into words, but I guess I just like feeling sympathy. Seeing ponies hurting makes me want to be there for them.
there's alot i could say...I think for me it boils down to something about it being cathartic.
>good greens so far btw
glimglam really was one of our best writers.
I'm pretty sure they still haunt the board. Hopefully they'll contribute again.

abuseniggers get the rope.

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>>41784631
>>41784605
meant to respond here, whoops.

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>>41784604
>I wasn't expecting all this from my dumb little lobotomy joke.
the power of posting anything in an aboose thread. It unlocks the draw/write fags.
>Well done.
Thanks!

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>>41784633
Abusechads will run a boop-train on your waifu.

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>"Anonymous, you have been my advisor for the past several years now."
>Celestia pauses as she looks at me with a neutral expression.
>"Your input is sound and you give the best hoof massages."
>I bow to her and accept the praise.
"Thank you Princess."
>"And that is why I'm tasking you with a special project."
>Her horn begins to glow as she lifts what appears to be a cloth covered object over to us
>I raise my eyebrow but hold my words.
>It's not wise to interrupt the Princess
>Although she favors me, I do not want to test her limits
>As the magic glow fades from the spell, she looks at me with a sinister smile
>"Anonymous, why don't you investigate?"
>A cold tingle runs down my spine as I look back at her
>She made that same face at the public execution last week as the poor fellow was being hanged
>One of her daily cakes was lacking in the taste department so she made an example out of the baker on duty. The staff has been on edge since then.
>Her Royalness doesn't normally target staff for her displays of power
>I think she wanted to remind us who's boss
>"Anonymous, are you listening?"
>Celestia's smug expression is replaced with one of annoyance
"Yes, my apologies Princess. I was just thinking about how lovely you were at the public service event held last week."
>Without further delay I begin to remove the red blanket from the squarish object
>That seems to satisfy her for now as she watches me fiddle with it
>The cloth drops to the ground and a small purple unicorn is looking up at me
"A f-filly?"
>Celestia begins to smile again.
>"Yes, her name is Twilight Sparkle. She is yours now."
>I gulp, not understanding what's going on yet.
"...Mine?"
>Celestia rolls her eyes.
>"No, she's mine. As are you. But you will be the one raising her."
>You look down at the filly. She looks roughed up and has tears in her eyes.
>Looks like she learned what it means to cross the Princess.
>I stumble to find a response as to not keep the Princess waiting.
"Of course, Princess."
>I've never even raised a pet back on Earth, let alone a child or something of this magnitude.
>I'm starting to get nervous, what if I fail?
>"Good. I made arrangements with her family, she belongs to the state now."
>I gulp as I think of my next words
"Is there any particular way I should be raising her?"
>"I am leaving that up to you. She shows great magical potential, I had to use a class 3 restraining ring on her horn. She is a feisty one, but I taught her some manners."
>As I look back at the young filly I notice all the bruises on her
>And there is blood coming from her mouth and nose
>She looks up at me with sad eyes but I guiltily avoid her gaze
"If she has so much magical ability, wouldn't she be better off with a unicorn?"
>Celestia walks closer to me and puts her head near my ear
>She begins to nibble on my bottom lobe and seductively whispers
>The two guards in the room look uncomfortable
>"Anonymous, you will figure it out. Don't forget our date tonight."
1/?

I would let the Nightmare Forces consume me if it meant that I could at least consign you monsters to an eternity in oblivion. I would rather damn myself forever than let you all continue to exist and spread harm and suffering.

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>>41784685
>Anon raising twilight
shes doomed

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>>41784591
I am with Dash on this one, it's funny.
>>41784605
Abuse is a broad term, let me try to dissect it a bit. Feel free to add to this.
>light physical harm
Some examples include: getting slapped/punched, minor bruises, scratches, non-consensual bondage.
Do I like it? Yes.
>light psychological harm
Some examples include: making fun of someone, laughing at them when they fail, minor manipulation. Do I like it? Yes.
>physical harm
Some examples include: getting beat up, some lashes from a whip, rough non-consensual bondage, dealing with harsh environments (extreme cold/hot, etc)
Do I like it? Yes.
>psychological harm
Some examples include: continued bullying, manipulation, blackmail, demeaning someone and making them feel less valuable, putting someone in a position to fail.
Do I like it? Yes.
>harsh physical harm
This is the type of stuff that usually gets labeled as edgy, but there's nothing wrong with enjoying some edge.
Some examples include: many lashes from a whip, amputation, torture, impalement, permanent damage including death.
Do I like it? Yes.
>harsh psychological harm
Some examples include: abandonment, hope torture, infidelity, loss of a loved one.
Do I like it? Yes.
>can I mix and match varying degrees of physical and psychological harm?
Yes! Many forms of abuse entail both.
For example, tying up a mare against her will would fall under both physical abuse and psychological abuse. The rope is physically restraining her but she's going to be scared and freaking out. Her mental well being is taxed while her fetlocks will be uncomfortable and chaffed from the rope.

>>41784814
Why do you like such things? That does not seem healthy to enjoy

>>41784821
>Why do you like such things
It makes me feel. Those emotions will vary depending on my mood and the content. The picture in the OP makes me feel sad and excited at the same time, as one example.

>>41784821
NTA, but what's fun for me with abuse is that it lets me explore the characters I like much deeper.
I can learn alot more about Pinkie Pie when she's really struggling....also abusefic scratches the same itch for me as sadfic.

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>>41784547
>somehow that hurts even more than when she was laughing
"Squirt, listen..."
>Scoot turns her head angrily away, shutting her eyes and trying to hide her tears
>without a word, she grabs the scooter and stomps angrily up the ramp again
>WHOOSH
>BOOF
>SPLAT
>she's back in the mud
>she clambers up the side of the ravine
>she's limping a little now
>her left wing feels tender
>tears are streaming from her eyes now, she can't stop them
>she hopes her face is dirty enough that Dash doesn't notice
>Dash wordlessly retrieves the scooter and sets it down
>the pity in her eyes feels like a physical punch in the gut
>she grabs the scooter and runs up the ramp again, her tears flying behind her
>WHOOSH
>BOOF
>SPLAT
>WHOOSH
>BOOF
>SPLAT
>WHOOSH
>BOOF
>SPLAT
>CRACK
>Scootaloo spits out mud
>she has no idea how many times she's been here
>she stopped counting
>bitterly she realizes that she lands in nearly the same place every time
>no matter what she does, she never makes it any further across the ravine
>her wings ache
>her rear left leg hurts for some reason
>she ignores it

>>41784832
this
>>41784814
GOOD list
personally I shy away from death and mutilation. If you're not careful it stops being abuse and turns into torture porn.
>tied up mare
I feel like this would completely destroy a pony like Pinkie Pie, especially if you left her completely alone

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>>41784425
>six months ago she would have started crying at being spoken to like that
>a year ago and she'd have gotten angry
>she'd have told you off
>now she just looks numb
>broken
>like she understands in her heart of hearts that this is just how it is, but she just can't move on
>she looks up at you hopefully, but you jerk your eyes back to the screen
>your character just got killed again, you're not even sure how
>she looks sadly at the TV one last time, then back at you
>her ears droop slowly and she stares at the floor again
"I'll just go. Sorry to bother you."
>she takes a step back towards the hall
>suddenly there is another knock on the pane of the window
>you both look up
>Jesus Christ, that faggot OP is still out there
>it's pouring down rain outside
>you can see it running down his face in rivulets
>or maybe those are his tears
>he stares through your window with an enraged expression
>he pounds on your window again, pressing his face against the glass
>several of his pimples burst open from the pressure
>his fat, stubble-covered jowls tremble with fury
>god damn you hate that faggot OP
>this is none of his business
>he had his shot with Twi
>he had his shot with all of them
>long story short that's why he's not allowed to use your portal anymore
>god damn you hate that faggot OP

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>have dash as a gf
>hit her when she talks about how awesome she is
>she's only used to being praised or ignored so this is new to her
>she eventually gets the hint
>so much so that she free refrains from bragging even when you aren't around
>the rest of the m6 are forever in your debt
Two birds one stone. Abuse can be used as a force for good with the right context.

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>>41784605
>So what exactly do you guys like about abuse?
I. Abuse
A. Predatory Instinct
1. Pony prey
a. Cute
b. Innocent
c. Asking for it
2. Thrill of the hunt
a. Fear
b. Pain
c. Dominance
II. Bullying
A. Antagonize
1. Insult
2. Annoy
3. Irritate
B. Torment
1. Sad ponies
a. Crying
b. Depression
c. Isolation
III. Ownership
A. Pony Submission
1. Pet
2. Slave
3. Plaything
B. Order
1. Law
a. Rules
b. Policy
c. Obey
2. Hierarchy
a. Structure
b. Ranks
3. Rewards
a. Good behavior
b. Incentive
4. Punishment
a. Bad ponies
b. Fun things are fun

>>41785312
Yikes, my outline formatting didn't take. Dumb faggot website.

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>Without rules, there is no such thing as freedom. By enforcing a system of just laws, I give mares liberation from their own worst instincts. And through this process, mares can be molded into better ponies, the kind worthy of being my slaves.

OP is a nigger and so are the rest of you

>>41784884
Kek

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>>41785574
love you too zigga

>>41785574
>t. Anti-Tamers
This board isn't for you.

>>41785451
Impressive organizational commitment, Twilight would be proud.
However; lurk.

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>After Applejack sent her letter to Princess Celestia about being right all along
>she decided to indulge in some hard cider with her good friend Rainbow Dash.
>Already many cups deep, Dash could barely walk straight
>AJ was feeling in the mood after almost losing the farm to those pesky Flim Flam brothers.
>she did not want to disturb the rest of the family so they decided to continue celebrating in the barn.
>Little did they know that the Flim Flam brothers were still in town.
>Furious about what happened earlier, the brothers wanted revenge on the Apples.
>But they also wanted revenge on the honorary family members
>After patiently watching the farm for some time they eventually spotted AJ and Dash heading to the barn looking quite wobbly.
>Flim and Flam wasted no time once the cover of darkness was conveniently available.
>Arriving outside of the barn they noticed that the door was partially open.
>Peeking inside with hardly contained glee, Flim gave Flam the all-clear signal.
>Dash and AJ were passed out, snoring loudly.
>It was time for the fun to begin…

>>41786102
I've been here since 2007, how much more lurking do I have to do.

>>41786330
However long it takes to notice that no post ever seems to have indentation/bulletpoint formatting

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Did OP abandon us? Pick up the pace fren

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>>41784843
>she can push through the pain
>no matter how many times it takes, she's going to get this...
"Uh, squirt?"
>she rolls over
>Rainbow Dash is standing at the edge of the ravine
>Scootaloo can't read her expression
>shadows have grown noticeably longer
>the late afternoon sun blares out behind Dash, making her a silhouette
>she looks so cool, standing there
>Scootaloo sniffles and wipes her tears away
"Listen, I'm really sorry..."
>Dash begins again
"I'm really late, and if I miss another practice they're going to bench me at the show this weekend..."
>with a single, powerful flap of her wings, she takes to the air
>Scootaloo watches wordlessly as she clears the ravine in the space of half a second
>she glides easily to the ground on the other side
>she turns around and looks sadly down at Scoot lying in the mud
"You want me to help you out of there first?"
>Scoot angrily waves a hoof and looks away
>tears are streaming down her face
>she's glad it's getting too dark for her to see them
"It's okay, just go." she manages, hoping Dash doesn't notice the tremor in her voice
>Dash gives one last pitying look that crushes the last of Scoot's resolve
>she turns to go
"We can practice this some more tomorrow if you want, I promise!" she calls out as she lifts herself into the air
>she bolts away in a blue flash
>Scoot watches until she disappears over the horizon
>she lies there for awhile
>the shadows elongate, the light fades
>the bottom of the ravine is dark and cool, the sky overhead is transitioning slowly from red to purple
>the first of the evening crickets makes a tentative chirp
>Scoot lies there, feeling nothing
>finally, she musters her resolve and clambers to her hooves
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
>her scream echoes across the empty landscape
>immediately she drops into the mud again with a soft plop
>she stares in horror at the shape of her rear leg
"R-RAINBOW!" she cries out
"SOMEPONY!"
"ANYPONY!!"
>silence
>Scootaloo sniffs
>a second cricket begins to chirp
>then a third
"I think I broke my leg..."
>no answer but the evening song of the crickets

~Fin~

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This is how s3 should have ended.

It's really fascinating how perfectly and clearly this proves "ugly soul, ugly art."

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>>41784884
>suddenly you turn your attention back to Twilight
>she has once again resumed her lonely trek back to the linen closet at the end of the hall
>you jump off the couch
>before she has a chance to even look over her shoulder you grab her by the flanks
"Aaah!"
>she cries out in surprise as you drag her backwards
>her hooves make a terrible noise as they scrape across the floor
>fuck your hardwood, it's already ruined
>you keep pulling her
>you sit back down on the couch with your hands still gripping Twilight's flanks
>*unzips dick*
"Ah...AAAH!"
>she cries out as you stick it in her
>her marehood is already soaking wet
>you glance at that faggot OP still watching through the window
>the expression on his face is pure agony
>you smirk at him and give Twilight a hard slap on the rump
"AAAAH~~~<3!!!"
>she cries out in pleasure
>there is a faint squeaking from outside as OP's hand slides down the wet pane of your living room window
>you grip her flanks hard and tug her back towards you while thrusting your pelvis with equal force
>these ponies are so light, you wonder what the hell they're even made of
"Aaaah! A...Anon!!"
>you begin pounding her in earnest
>the sound of your mighty human member destroying that horsep*ssy echoes through the room, accompanied by Twilight's squeaks and squeals
>she loses herself almost immediately
>you feel a warm torrent gush out of her, soaking your loins and your shorts and dripping down onto your hardwood floor
>yeah, that security deposit is long gone
>fuck it
>you thrust harder and harder
"AAAAH! Oh Anon!!!!"
>Twi completely loses herself as you explode inside her
>her front legs wobble and give out
>if it wasn't for your iron grip on her flanks her back legs would have gone out too
>your life force slowly drains into her
>the universe ends
>in that moment, you are euphoric
"Ahhhhh.....<3"
>Twilight sighs contentedly
>you look down
>she is staring up at you with an adoring look in her eye
>reality returns

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https://springhole.net/writing/write-better-abused-characters.htm
https://www.deviantart.com/whisperthewolfie/journal/Emotional-Abuse-in-Fiction-and-How-to-Do-It-Right-717430284
Looking around for resources on writing abuse fiction specifically.
TOGETHER WE WILL BE STRONGER.
RUN THE BOOP TRAIN

>>41784257
>>41784260
>>41784382
>>41784547
>>41784591
>>41784843
>>41787484
I enjoyed this.

>>41787521
wait a minute......this isnt abuse!

>>41787484
And that's how we get wheelchair scootz
can't fly, can't walk
made to suffer a full crippled life
good
>>41787485
why is she being executed in Griffonstone?
>>41787509
I'm sure a lot of soccer moms would say something similar when they find out about r34. stop being a soccer mom, anon.

>>41787485
>Oh pity you.
>You are Twilight sparkle.
>Today you cannot stop crying.
>It was your friends who turned you in.
>"Twily..."
Big Brother?
>He shakes his head.
>Trying to talk to him only makes him more angry.
>"Quiet!"
>He hisses.
>"You've done enough damage to our family.."
I..I..
>He shoves you forward.
>You see the platform up ahead.
>A rope swings above it.
>Inviting you.
>You don't want to go.
>You want to stay in the ugly gray prison cell they kept you in.
>Stay with the rats.
>But the guards push you ahead.
>Purple hooves, which seem to be yours, click fearfully onto wooden planks.
>It seems so quiet today.
>Your mentor looks down at you.
>"Do you have anything you'd like to say?"
>Her voice is so harsh.
Please I..I..
>Your whole face feels congested.
>Snot dribbling down your snout.
I didn't know...I didn't mean to..
>Celestia's glare sharpens.
>"That doesn't make the situation any better, Twilight..."
>You feel so small.
>Like you're a filly again.
>The Princess seems like she could end you now.
>But her eyes soften, she draws her breath inwards and sighs.
Pleaaase...
>Hiccup.
I love you, Princess. I really...I didn't mean to switch everypony's cutiemarks..!
>Tears sting at your eyes.
I can do better! I can-I can prove it!
>If only..
I didn't know you were testing muhh..mm..meeee..
>Your face is so warm...a cold up in your back grips your shoulders..
One more chance I..
>"That's quite enough,"
>Silence.
>"Twilight Sparkle,"
>Celestia's voice booms like thunder through the rural village.
>"You were given a test- a test you had failed."
>You didn't know.
>"Using forbidden magic, you altered the natural world and broke the law. "
>She pauses.
>Looking at you.
>Some kind of hope stirs inside.
>"You will be executed."
>The world breaks like glass.
>No more hope.
>She steps aside.
>"Come on, Twilight."
>Shining gruffs.
Princess...?
>"I am so dissapointed in you, my little pony."
>No..
>no no no no no.
>You had to be dreaming.
>You just..
>But you aren't.
>You know this as you're forced to stand directly infront of the rope.
>This awful feeling of doom swirls around you like an inescapable black cloud.
>Settling in your head and shoulders.
>Lump in your throat like an iron ball you can't swallow.
>A needle worms its way into your heart when shining shoves your head forward with his hoof.
>The wind tickles your tear stung cheeks lightly.
>Distant wind chimes ring somewhere.
>Heart racing so fast you think it's gonna leave your chest.
>The rope swings.
>Today you will die.
>You don't want to die.
>Shiney fastens the noose over your head.
>Teacher turns Big Brother into your executioner.
>Your world is destroyed.
>
>
>A criminal hangs.
>Goodbye Twilight.
>Goodbye.

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>>41787521
>you suddenly feel like an absolute piece of shit
>abruptly, you let go of her flanks
>you slide wetly out of her and she drops completely to the floor with a plop
>without another word you pick up your controller and began randomly pressing buttons
>you can feel her adoring purple eyes on you still
>your character dies again
>you don't even notice
>you just keep pressing buttons and staring at the screen
>you can feel her eyes upon you
>somewhere in the back of your mind you can sense OP as well, staring at you through the window in a cold fury
>fuck him
>fuck her
>fuck everything
>you just wanted to play some vidya
>why can't that mare take a hint already?
"Anon?"
>Twi's voice cuts through the air, still hot and musky from your lovemaking
>you ignore
"Anon...?"
>finally you look down at her
>the expression on her face almost kills you
>her numb sadness was bad enough but this...
>adoration
>but worse, hope
>that look in her eyes is just pure devotion, hope, and blind faith in you
>your heart becomes a lead weight in your chest
>Jesus Christ, AJ was right about you
>you are absolutely the worst kind of asshole
>you can't bear to look at those trusting, innocent eyes anymore
>you stare back at the screen until you get tunnel vision
>your character is just running in place against a wall now
>you don't even notice
"Anon?"
>that little tremor in her voice causes you to glance back at her
>she's still staring up at you with the same expression
>but there's just a hint of sadness in it now
"What?"
>you snap at her, probably much more harshly than you meant to
>she doesn't flinch, but you can tell she felt it
"Oh, um, I'm sorry. I was just thinking...."
>she trails off as if she expects you to take her meaning
>it irritates you
"You were thinking what?"
>her adoring eyes flinch ever so slightly
"Well, I was just thinking...Spike is away helping Rarity tonight...she, uh, asked him to help her sort some fabrics or something, so the castle's empty..."
>you give a derisive snort
"Spike still thinks he has a chance with Rarity?"
>Twilight laughs a little, but the sound is hollow
"Yeah, he just won't give that up...I think she feels a little bad about leading him on, but you know, there's that festival in Canterlot coming up, and she really needs the help..."
>the two of you share a mirthless chuckle
>she looks up at you with a sad, hopeful smile that breaks your heart
"So...anyway, I have the castle to myself tonight, and I was wondering...."
>she trails off hopefully

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>>41787729
>you stare at her, pretending you don't know exactly what she's asking
>a horrible pause endures
"...and I was wondering if you wanted to...I don't know...spend the night...?"
>she finishes the sentence pathetically
>you turn your attention back to the screen
"Can't. I have to get up early."
>she recoils like you just physically struck her
"O...oh. Okay."
>she stares dejectedly at the floor
>but when she looks up again, that sad, pitiful gleam of hope is still in her eyes
"Well...maybe I could sleep...over here?"
>your character is dead again
"I have to work tomorrow."
>again, that came out much more harshly than you intended
>Twilight cringes and looks away
"Humans have to work for a living. You know that."
>you meant to say that more gently, but you snap at her instead
"Oh. Oh, right. Well, you know that if you lived in Equestria..."
>she trails off weakly
>even she realizes that that sentence isn't worth finishing
>she stares at you for a while longer
>her hopeful, smiling expression never changes
>but behind her eyes, the hope is beginning to fade
"Well, I guess I'll go then. See you later maybe...?"
>you don't answer
>she stares for a moment longer, then begins to trundle off down the hall
>she turns and casts one last sad look over her shoulder
>then she resumes her lonely journey
>a second later you hear the familiar zap of the portal
>the closet door closes
>for several minutes you do nothing but stare at the screen
>your character dies three more times
>you don't even remember what game you're playing or why you wanted to play it
>your head jerks up sharply at the sound of a hand slapping on the pane of your window
>that faggot OP is still out there
>the expression in his eyes has gone beyond pain, beyond fury
>you realize your pants are still around your ankles
>you smirk at OP as you pull them back up
>he gives you one last hateful glare and turns to go
>finally, you have the apartment to yourself
>you glance down the hallway, where a familiar pastel-tinted glow is still coming from under the closet door
>a pang of guilt twists like a knife in your gut
>you are such a fucking bastard, you think to yourself
>you wonder if maybe you should just move
>that would probably be best
>and yet, somehow...
>you shake your head, doing your best to put the thought of Equestria out of your mind
>it's not real, you think
>none of this is real
>you turn your attention back to the screen
>your character has respawned again
>you remember what you had been trying to do, and you begin to explore the game environment
>the crotch of your pants is still warm and wet from Twilight's explosion
>it feels good pressed against you
>you put the thought out of your mind as you concentrate on vidya
>god damn you hate that faggot OP

~ FIN ~

>>41787604
glimglam is one of the best writers we get.
If the threads stay up long enough we'll get them again
>>41787060
>pic
rape?

>>41785531
What does slavery under an abusive Anon look like?

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>Be Princess Luna.
>It’s your favourite holiday.
>The solar eclipse.
>You don’t get to have many days just for you, most p0nies love your sister more than they do you.
>You’re not your sister, you don’t love endless attention but it’s nice to be remembered and thanked.
>Today is a good day.
>You love your sister more than you love anything else in the world.
>The air is cool, p0nies below watch the two of you with eyes wide. You note with particular reverence just how cold the bricks of the castle’s floor are. Your sister was smart in choosing the best place to be, where everyp0ny could see you.
>Your sister is always smart about having what she wants to be seen shown.
>Today it’s you.
>The awed crowd sends chills up your back, each and all wearing their special glasses to keep their eyes from getting hurt, something you happen to think looks quite silly.
>Your sister convinced them they needed to design them after a banana.
>She’s funny.
>You turn your head from them, looking up to her. The alabaster white princess of the sun who towers over you, her light, the suns gives her a halo yet casts shadow over her and you especially all the same.
“Is it time? Can we start now?”
>She smiles, nodding.
>”Go ahead my sister, you’ve earned it.”
>Your heart beats fast, you nod as the crowd watches. You always get a little nervous but, as your magic begins to flow like music you don’t feel any pain.
>The moon soon eclipses the sun, you have raised into the air by way of the magic coursing through you.
>The crowd looks up at your work and fawns, they love it. They love your moon.
>You can feel tears trickling down your cheeks.
>You’re so happy.

>>41787846
>Soon it is night again, you’re swimming in the pride you’ve felt since this morning.
>Your bed is soft and it is warm. Your sister loves you so she always got you the best, whether or not you asked for it.
>You keep replaying earlier over and over in your head, the feeling swells in you every time you visit it.
>You hear the soft clip clop of hooves, the door to your room opens and you see her enter your vision.
>It’s your sister.
>”Didst thou enjoy the festival of the eclipse my dear?”
“Verily,” you nod, your smile hasn’t gone away yet. You know what’s coming up soon, but you forget in the moment.
>She chuckles, coming in closer to you until she’s sitting on the corner of your bed. She’s not wearing the gold shoes you note, she never does when she visits you.
>Her hooves rub against the silken sheets.
>”Thou knowest, Luna, thee art quiet as always..” she giggles, ears perched forward in a display of delight as she looks down at you.
>”Hardly do I mind, in fact it is quite pleasant.”
>Your sister moves herself surely but slowly, alike to a cat prowling for it’s prey until her body is over you.
>Heavy is the first thing you note, she should lay off of the cakes. Her head leans down into your neck, her breath hot against you.
>Today was a special day, you try to keep it that way by putting your mind far away from what’s happening.
>”Thou dost love thine sister, do thee not?”
>You do, so you nod. She nibbles at your neck, your stomach feels queasy.
>Your sister loves you, which is why she tells you that you can’t be around the commoners. You must work only at night, while the other p0nies dream.
>Her hoof finds it’s way between your legs, you day isn’t special anymore.
>You aren’t allowed to be touched by other p0nies ever, it will make you love your sister less.
>She pulls from your neck to face you again, leaning into you and parting your lips now with her tongue.
>You don’t stop crying the entire time.
>Your sister is happy.

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>>41787722
KIIIIIIIINNNOOOOOOOOO

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>>41787846
>>41787849

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>>41787722
>"The darkness of the afterlife is all that awaits you now. May you find more peace in that world than you found in this one."

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Have you all ever thought about how a unicorn can so easily kill you in so many ways? haha

>>41784685
Come back god damn it
I need more

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>>41784413
>>41784457
>>41784505
>>41784535
for some reason it's not the execution or the rape that gets to me, it's the concept of my beloved ponies being shittily lobotomized and turned into pets by fuckass humans, something about it just goes beyond the usual shock value and hits in a deeply unnerving way instead

i am afraid of all of you in a manner that is difficult to articulate

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>>41787791
He starts by acquiring a one. Or in this case, another one. Upon first meeting it's important to establish boundaries. No more toys for this filly.

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I don't like this thread
Ponies aren't supposed to be sad or get hurt
They're supposed to smile and laugh and play and have fun

Give your edgelord faggot thread a subject so I can properly filter it. Thanks!

I like this thread

Dang, never thought I'd see one of these again. These threads are what got me into MLP.

>>41783600
>abusing mares
I seriously hope you guys get sent to hell before you die and get sent to super hell for your sins against ponies.

>>41787849
>hanging
>not chopping her head off

It's threads like this that make me thankful our pastel waifus don't exist, if they entered this world they'd be in for a world of dread.

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>>41788156
It's time to go home. She's not in a position to fight back so it's easy work just carrying her. When bagging a mare he needs to bring a cart. Or refrain from beating her up too bad so she can walk. It's cute watching them cry as he leads them on with rope, not knowing where they are going or what's in store for them.
Once back home it's time to mark her. She's his property now, forever.

>>41788640
IDK, I like abuse threads but the whole point of the show is about them learning how to be good to their friends and stick up for themselves. I don't think they would stand for much social abuse the way they do here.
And wrt the physical, I just headcannon that pony magic makes them massively stronger than us. Been going wild in >>41682841.
These threads are harmless, just a serotonin fix.

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More ponies in cages please

Bump

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>The blanket warm around her shoulders, but the icy wind stinging her cheeks as she curls up on the street corner
>A few months have gotten her savvy enough to know which places the local child predators hang out at, so mostly she's just alone.
>The blanket is one of her few posessions, the only other things she has right now are a toothbrush (end carved to a point, but still used for brushing her teeth) and an old photo of her and Dash.
>After the crash and subsequent coma, her mentor and secret big sister's allowance to let Scootaloo live under her wing gradually dwindled into nothing.
>The house was repossessed to pay for her medical bills, and since none of Dash's family members wanted to accept that their baby girl was braindead, Scootaloo had to pay too.
>She had a bunk bed there, though only the top bunk was used.
>That was high enough to see through the window in the clouds, into the rolling skies and ponies below.
>She would just look out that window for hours sometimes.
>Sometimes...
>Being up so high...
>She felt like a real pegasus.
>She hugs the blanket tighter.
>She's numb, numb on the inside but also on the outside.
>Maybe tomorrow she can get some hot chocolate with bits thrown after pitying glances.
...
>"You hate to see it."
>Copper Top shakes her head as the EMTs drape a curtain over the little orange form.
>She picks up the blanket and, dirty as it may be, puts it on top of the stretcher.
>"Hooves, I know this is evidence but I think she should be buried with it. Can I take it home to wash?"
>"You know the rules."
>She sighs.
>"Yeah, it was a nice thought though, wasn't it?"
End.

>>41788617
Really? I wonder how many Anons got into MLP through these

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>>41788661
>after being branded and left in solitary confinement for a few days
>it was time for Anon to check up on his new pet
>what kind of slave will she be?
>it appears that she will need to dash away her dreams of romancing her multicolored idol
>for her only mate will be a green monkey man from another dimension
>such is life sometimes
Will he be gentle or will he be rough? I leave that up to the viewer's discretion.

>>41788803
I guess, I'm the rape rainbow dash's ego out of her guy, but this shit is another level of depravity. I'm not moralfagging, I just don't get the appeal, is it for sexual gratification?

>I'm so sorry Sweetie, but you know I have to do whatever Blueblood asks me.
>I know it hurts, but after the third time, it starts to feel good, I swear!
>Please don't hate me, when you grow up, you'll understand that love works by doing little sacrifices.
>"Sweetie Belle!" Rarity called.
>The blood of the child froze.
>"Can you come down for a moment?"
>She didn't want to. Every time her parents dumped her with Rarity, the same thing happened.
>"It is fine, honey, I can go upstairs." A male spoke.
>"O-Ok, let me just talk to her. It’ll be just a second" Rarity pleaded.
>"Fine, but do it quickly" He ordered.
>The older sister went upstairs and knocked on the open door.
>"Hi, Sweetie." She greeted.
>"However, the little girl kept staring at her little drawing.
>"... I know it is not very, enjoyable. But I have to do what he asks me to, I don’t want him to abandon me."
>"Y-You know how much he loves me, but I need to prove my love!"
>Sweetie Belle kept drawing.
>"... Remember Sweetie. Just, smile and, ignore the pain. It'll be over soon. W-We can go for an ice cream when we're done, how about it?!"
>But the girl kept ignoring her.
>"Time's up Rarity, I'm going up." The man said.
>"Close your eyes and let it happen, Sweetie. Please" Rarity cried before stepping out of the room.
>The sound of the steps on the stairs made it worse.
>The girl let a couple of tears out, soaking her drawing.
>A picture of Sweetie Belle, her sister and Rarity's boyfriend.
>But the two adults were scribbled over with a black crayon.
>"Hey girl, you missed me?" The man mocked at the entrance of her room.
>"Just smile and ignore the pain." Sweetie Belle sobbed to herself.

>>41791134
>"I just don't know what happened to her" Said Sweetie's mom to Rarity. "She doesn't play with her friends anymore, her grades dropped to the floor and she even stopped singing, the thing she loved the most in the whole world!
>"Really? I never noticed." Rarity answered.
>"Worst of all, it looks like she's scared of every male. Even your father! The poor man is so depressed; he thinks Sweetie hates him." The worried woman said.
>"M-Maybe she is hitting puberty? You know how much girls can change at that age." The young woman answered.
>"You're probably right. Can you talk with her? Your father and I are very worried."
>"Don't worry dear mother, I'll try. Is Sweetie Belle ready?"
>"Let me see. Sweetie, honey, Rarity is here!" called her mom.
>"I'm not going!" Sweetie answered.
>"Stop throwing a fit young lady, your sister will take you to the amusement park. Show some gratitude!"
>"I SAID NO!"
>"Sweetie" Rarity said "please, come down, you know what will happen if you don't come, right?"
>Her mother looked at her, but before she could ask the meaning of those words, Sweetie Belle came down.
>She was still in her pajamas and her hair a complete mess.
>"Sweetie Belle! I told you he doesn't like it when you're all, untidy, he will-"
>"Rarity, what's going on?" Her mom asked.
>"N-Nothing mother. It's just a game we play, heh, heh. It's getting kind of late. Come Sweetie, we still have some time to, clean you up." She nervously said while reaching Sweetie Belle.
>"I'm not going." She answered.
>"I said, come!" Rarity pulled her from the arm.
>"Rarity let her go, you're hurting her! What's going on?"
>"Nothing! I, I'm sorry I got a little angry. Come Sweetie, I'll buy you something nice, alright?"
>The sisters walked out the door without saying goodbye.
>They are sisters, nothing wrong can be happening, right? Their mother thought.

>>41791000
either way she's gonna be ruined
moar

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>>41791017
NTA
But...>>41784832 covers it the best. The appeal is it makes you feel.
If it were only to jerk off we'd be over in SiM (no offense to them).

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>She’s pretty proud of herself when she stares up at the poster she’d just finished hanging up.
>Sad sight to see to the normal eye, a slightly tarnished poster of an uprising professional scooter rider; P0ny Hawk.
>Not too shabby if she said so herself, she’d wondered how they got a picture of P0ny doing a flip like that in the air. Not that she was complaining-seeing him against the blue sky backdrop in the middle of the air was little less than awesome.
>Sure, he wasn’t any Rainbow Dash but..gosh he was cool wasn’t he? There’s something nice about seeing somep0ny successful who’s into scooters like she is.
>If P0ny Hawk could become a famous pegasus for his scooter tricks, maybe she could too. Even if she wasn’t a real pegasus like Dash.
>Maybe even be as cool as her.
>When all's said and done, she finds herself tucked in next to the brick wall she’d taped the poster onto. Safely beneath her makeshift cardboard home, she pulls over a blue blanket on her small, orange form.
>She’d need it, with these crisp P0nyville Autumns she’d hate to end up like the little matchbook filly.
>Can’t sleep in the treehouse anymore, afterall.
>Careful she pulls up a little book, nosing it open and picking up her quill tucked inside of it.
>When she writes about herself, she writes about a Scootaloo that has parents who tackle down dangerous beasts. Who lives with her family. Who’s part of Rainbow Dash’s family.
>She does this until she’s too tired to write in her ‘diary’ anymore and blissful sleep takes her away into Luna’s domain.

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>>41791136
>Classes are over at Sweetie Belle's school.
>"Please sit down". Mrs. Cherilee asked the little girl.
>"Sweetie, you know, I'm very worried about you. You were the best student in class, testing nothing but A+, but now you fail even the easiest assignments."
>Sweetie Belle just sat down looking at her knees, listening.
>"Scootaloo and Applebloom miss you. You haven't played with them like you used to, instead you sit in the classroom, eating your lunch. Sweetie, please, what's going on?"
>She kept looking at her knees.
>Cherilee sighed, and took out something from her purse.
>"I didn't want to do this" the teacher said "but I have to show this to your parents."
>Cherilee took out a little drawing.
>The girl glanced at it and instantly panicked.
>"Give that back!" The girl stood up, desperately trying to grab it.
>"Stop it, Sweetie, STOP IT!" Cherilee shouted, scaring the girl and making her sit down.
>The drawing was of her, Rarity and a man.
>Sweetie Belle was crying, Rarity had a black eye and the man had an angry face.
>"It came in your notebook. Who is this man?"
>The girl sat silently.
>"Very well, in that case I’ll talk to your parents."
>Sweetie suddenly smiled.
>"He is no one Mrs. Cherilee, he is just, huh, Rarity's boyfriend. He treats me v-very well. That scene is just, a, a baseball game yes! A baseball hit Rarity on the eye and and, I was very sad and he was very angry with t-the baseball player, that's it, n-nothing special." Sweetie Belle answered.
>Cherilee stared at her.
>"Sweetie Belle, are you crying?"
>"What? oh... it’s just, a sad memory." She looked at her knees once more.
>"That's it. I'm calling your parents."
>"No please! Mrs. Cherilee, I beg you not. He will hit Rarity and he will make me-"She covered her mouth.
>Cherilee just looked at her.
>"I mean, I'll play with AB and Scoot, I'll study thrice as hard but please, don't call them, I beg you!"

>>41791224
>homeless Scootaloo
nice

>>41791145
Interesting, nothing else makes you "feel"? Serial killers often say they kill to "feel" is it similar to that?

>>41791382
>>41791017
Rape is abuse. Post your fics/desires/fantasies instead of moralfagging. You want to rape dash or not, fag?

>>41791382
>othing else makes you "feel"?
Weird jump. NTA, but many things make me feel, this is one of them. Sometimes I feel from the perspective of the predator, sometimes I feel from the perspective of a caring onlooker yearning to intervene.

>>41791017
IATA and sexual abuse is plenty of fun too, but non-sexual abuse isn't a sexual rush to me.
Big fan of your work, btw.

>>41791145
>SiM
It's basically just R-rated /spg/. At least here I can explore heavy topics without anons asking me why I enjoy fetish material without gooning as the primary focus.
Oh, wait >>41791017

>>41791224
>Wind blows against her coat, gliding through the air majestic and free. Her scooter firmly beneath her hoofs, Rainbow Dash is watching her, forelegs held up in excitatory amazement.
>Her wings flap in long powerful strides to assist in her flip, mimicking her skater idol.
>”Squirt, you’re amazing!”
>Pride swells in her chest like a warm balloon, enjoying every second of no longer being tied to the ground. Hearing her idol praising her, tears gracing her cheeks she-
>She wakes up.
>A glance up to a beige roof, water stained gray in some spots.
>Momentary buzz of the useless wings on her back.
>’Yep.’ echos through her mind, the next words roll off her tongue the same way the dream now slinks off to some unknown depth.
“Still here.”
>She wonders what P0ny Hawk’s room is like.
>Flipping through a magazine she’d found in the same can as the poster, she sends thanks to the princesses under her breath for a new addition to her growing collection. Little bit more banged up than the poster, though that’s certainly not a problem.
>Reading through articles on the scooter master and seeing his photos, ideas flit back and forth through the pegasus’s mind. A new cutie mark to try finding? Or maybe just a fun trick or…
>”Hey!” A raspy voice like gasoline and wind chimes in the fall to Scootaloo’s ears slices sharply through the air, her head swivels clumsily in her shock towards the intruder.

>>41791558
>It’s Dash.
>”Scootaloo, I thought you were coming to see me practice today!” her voice bellows out, looking down at the p0ny in question.
“Oh!” Shoot, that had been today wasn’t it? Slipped her mind like one of Fluttershy’s snakes slips through her hooves completely, just like it did last week and the week before that too.
“I’m sorry Rainbow Dash I just-”
>”Y’know if you didn’t WANT to see me practice you could’ve just said so, I don’t have to come down and show you stuff on the ground like a mud p0ny! Sheesh..”
“I know I didn’t mean to not come It’s-”
>”It’s kinda mean! If you don’t REALLY like somep0ny as cool as me you could just say..” She stops, her heart also stops as she tracks the pegasus’s head and spots her looking at the poster.
>”..that..” the word is disjointed, foreign on her lips and seems to be more an accusation of the poster than a continuation of her last sentence. Her eyes go from it, then to the magazine, squinting her eyes as she realizes exactly who it’s about.
>Scrutinization greasily slithers into genuine hurt, which causes Scootaloos own chest to clench inwardly like an angry minotaur was grabbing her from the inside.
>Heat builds over her shoulders and creeps up her orange neck, shameful.
>Dash’s face builds only more in the way of genuine feelings of betrayal when she spots the other sparse items of merchandise.
>”You..don’t like me anymore?”
“No! No-Rainbow Dash you’re still the best p0ny in Equestria it’s not that!”
>”Seems that way to me!” she snaps back with vinegar in her voice.
>”He’s not even an ex Wonderbolt like the Washouts were!”
>There’s a moment of quiet, until Dash screams out “Fucking cripple!” and moves like lightning.
>An unsecured end of the poster finds itself in Dash’s teeth, huffing, she pulls her head back.
>RRRRRIP.
>The poster goes, Scootaloo’s swears something in her chest tore with it.

>>41791561
“I’m sorry,” she croaks wetly, tears streaming down her face. It was never easy when Rainbow got this mad.
>”What’re you sorry for again Squirt?”
>She watches as the magazine is thrown in the trash alongside the rest of what’s left of the poster and her sparse merchandise.
“That I hurt your feelings..”
>She’s sure she feels the bruise around her eye swell a little bigger, this will last her a while if the one she got last time over the washouts was any indication.
>That earns her smile, the older p0ny rubs the back of her purple mane roughly.
>”AAnnnddd?”
“You’re still best p0ny.”
>Scootaloo watches as what’s left of the cardboard shelter comes crushed under Rainbow dash’s hoof.
>The crayon drawings she’d done on the outside of the two together look funny crumpled up like that.
>”Awesome! Now let’s get all my stuff put back up, huh Scoots?”

>>41783600
>Your eyes stare into the mirror above the sink, as you brace yourself for what you're about to do.
>Your rainbow mane is ruffled.
>Your cyan coat has traces of snot and dried up tries.
>But worse of all.
>Your left wing is limp against your body.
>Forced to flex, as it hangs lifelessly from it's socket.
>No matter how long you stare at it, it doesn't make the task at hand any easier.
>You fill your lungs with air, and hold it in.
>Grabbing your wing between your hooves, you push with all your might.
>A loud pop echos around the room, and the breath you held comes rushing out as a scream.
>Fresh tears stream down your face.
>The pain that followed such an act was beyond describable, but at least you can somewhat feel your wing now.
>You are thankful that flyer school had taught you how to mend a broken wing in the field.
>Your breath comes out ragged, your body is trembling, and vision is a word your mind can barely comprehend.
>What feels like hours is actually mere moments.
>You slowly open the cabinet, and reach for some bandages
>Tentatively wrapping your limp appendage. � � �
>All you can do is hope that's all it will need to heal properly.
>Even if it heals you could never forget the sound it made when it was pulled from its socket.
>That disgustingly loud pop that you are sure only your ears could hear.
>The experience was made worst when the paralyzing pain that surged through your body afterwards.
>All you could do was cradle yourself till the pain subsides, and that took hours before it even numbed a little bit.
>Your mind started going over the past events, and the more you thought of it, the more you thought you deserved it.
>Anon had every right to break your wing, to remind you not to make him angry.
>You shouldn't have dropped that plate while making dinner.
>You shouldn't have yelled back when he called you a clumsy, useless cunt.

>>41791647
>Today at work made you forget your place.
>A co-worker bailed making you stay far longer than you would like.
>You were still agitated when you returned home, and you needed to vent
>Fury consumed your thoughts.
>Maybe some cloud glue on their route next time will show them.
>You should of paid attention to how hot the plate was.
>But you didn't.
>The pain from holding a hot plate in your hooves caused you to drop it.
>Spilling Anon's food all over the floor.
>Anon looks up from his newspaper.
>And the first thing he does is to insult you.
>You were in no mood for that, so you insult him right back.
>That caused him to raise from his seat, while he shouted more insults towards you.
>Not backing down, you continued to shout back.
>Apparently Anon had enough, as he started to walk towards you.
>His hands balled into fists.
>There was so many things you could have done in that instance.
>But you weren't thinking straight, as you press your back against the oven, shouting at him for getting closer to you.
>You waited to late to move out of the way.
>Anon rushed you down, and maneuvered his body on top of yours.
>His hands wrapped tightly against your wing, and then.

>You shake your head, but it doesn't stop the sounds, nor the quick jolt of pain that runs through your wing.
>Anon left you afterwards.
>Saying that he was going to cool off somewhere.
>Raising you head to look in the mirror.
>Looking worse than when you walked in somehow.
>You need to clean up.
>You need to fix Anon a proper dinner.
>You need to apologize to him, and beg for forgiveness.
>Anon is a wonderful husband.
>He provides for you, takes care of you, and even makes enough money so you don't have to work full time anymore.
>So long as you don't make him mad your marriage was nothing but sunshine and rainbows.
>With you wing fully wrapped in bandage, you give it a gentle flex, relived to see it moved slightly.
>Now all you need to do is come up with lie that would appease your friends.
>Hopefully they buy it just one more time.

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>>41791459
dont you know youre not allowed to like anything unless gooning is the purpose

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Here's to another year of abusefagging, cheers!

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>>41783600
Man I am so glad I kicked the hurt comfort brain rot. this kind of melodrama is worse than porn addiction for your brain.

>>41791650
Just don't be a clumsy useless cunt next time. Easy.

>>41792073
Suicide by firework bombing for the yearly festival is considered a great honor, bringing glory to their family, clearing any shame, and grants them access to their version of valhalla in the afterlife.

>>41788255
Funny that you posted the sexual predator that regularly mind controls fillies to serve her sick abusive fantasies.

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>The sun is setting and Anon is walking by the playground on the outskirts of Ponyville
>He spots a lone pony sitting on a swing
>Too large to be colt or filly from what he can gather by the outline
>Curious, he walks over to take a look
>As he gets closer he can hear the gray pony with blonde mane talking to herself
>"i wish i had somepony to play with..."
>Anon purposely crunches some mulch so she can hear him approaching
>She turns around and is immediately spooked at the sight
>A large bipedal creature is approaching her
>"w-who are you?"
>Although she's still sitting on the swing she seems like she might bolt off at any moment
>Anon stops walking and takes a friendly stance waving at her with one hand
"Hey there, I didn't mean to startle you. I was just passing through."
>Anon gives her a reassuring smile
>Her eyes swirl around as they measure him up
>"o-oh okay. mommy said there are funny looking creatures in the city. are you one of them?"
>Anon chuckles at this, not the first time somepony questioned his appearance
>He also realizes she's a little touched in the head by the way she talks, not to mention her eyes
"I'm actually living in Ponyville, although I have visited Canterlot before. My name is Anon."
>As her eyes google around as she lets out a small smile and visibly relaxes
>"oh, that's great. everypony in ponyville is nice. so you must be nice too. i'm Derpy Hooves."
>Anon keeps his friendly smile on and walks closer to her
"Oh, absolutely. I love being nice. And it's a pleasure to meet you Derpy Hooves."
>Anon bows graciously
>Derpy blushes a little bit and hoofs the air lightly
>"y-you too"
>Anon continues to close the gap and is only a few arm lengths away from her
"So what brings a mare like you out here by yourself? Is your mommy here with you?"
>Derpy puts her head down and looks serious
>"mommy is sleeping...in the ground"
>Anon stands there dumbfounded for a moment but regains his composure
>This pony is definitely missing a few marbles he thinks to himself
"Oh Derpy, I'm sorry to hear that. And what about your daddy, where is he?"
>Without looking up she starts to sniffle and a tear falls to the ground
>"daddy went away when i was small"
>Anon feigns empathy as he continues to question the pegasus
"And your friends, where are they?"
>Derpy continues to look at the ground as another tear slides off of her cheek
>"...i don't have any friends" Derpy blurts out flatly
>Anon walks up and gives her a sympathetic head pat
>At first she flinches but then starts to enjoy it
>She closes her eyes and nuzzles his hand
>It's not long before her small smile reforms
>Eventually Anon takes his hand away and Derpy looks a little sad about that
"I know what will cheer you up."
>Anon smirks and gives her a wink
>"you do?"
>Derpy asks with genuine interest as she turns her head slightly sideways while looking up at Anon

41783600
kys

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>>41792358
"Of course. But it's getting late"
>Anon looks into the distance and sees the sun lowering
>"that's okay i don't have a bedtime anymore"
>Derpy looks up at Anon, hopeful for an answer
"Alright, I suppose it's okay then."
>Anon begins to walk back towards the dirt trail that he arrived from
>Still on the swing, Derpy scrunches her face, unsure of what to do
>Anon turns around and gives her a welcoming smile
"Well? Are you coming?"
>Without hesitation Derpy jumps off of the swing and trots beside Anon
>She's looking up at him with a big goofy smile
>"where are we going anon?"
"My house, I have cake."
>Derpy perks up at the mention of cake
"i love cake!"
>Anon pats her head as they continue walking
"Very good, because I need help finishing it."
>Soon the first of the Ponyville houses begins to appear down the trail
>Anon's house is the first building on the east side of town
>He helped build it with the construction ponies several years ago
>A quaint rancher with a wooden finish, a small vegetable garden out back
>Modest but comfortable
"And here's my humble abode"
>Derpy smiles at the house
>Anon approaches the door and pulls on the handle
>Although he's been in Equestria for some time it still feels strange to him that he doesn't need to lock the door
>This goes beyond having nice neighbors, it's an actual utopia
>Anon walks inside with the bubbly mare in tow
>Before closing the door he looks out to the other houses nearby
>He doesn't spot any ponies, they tend to go inside before dusk
>With an excited smile, he closes the door
>Before his thoughts can wander, he hears a loud thud
>"Uughh"
>Turning around he sees Derpy on the floor in the living room
>Judging by the knocked over coffee table, it appears that she either tripped or knocked into it
>Anon rushes over to her and helps her up
"Derpy, are you okay?"
>As she gets up she blankly stares at Anon
"Derpy?"
>She snaps out of her stupor and shakes her head
>"oh i'm fine. this happens a lot"
>Once again Anon finds himself for a loss of words
>"Well...um, good?"
>Derpy smiles and picks up where she left off, exploring Anon's house
>Anon watches her and puts his hand on his chin
>She walks over to the bookshelf, one eye looking at the books in front of her, and her other eye seemingly spinning around in random directions
>Yes, she's certainly a special pony Anon thought to himself
>He picks the coffee table up and the knick knacks that got knocked off
>Luckily nothing broke
>After getting done with the bookshelf Derpy heads over to the sofa
>She flaps her wings gently and lands on the middle cushion
>Sitting with her tongue out, she smiles at Anon
"So, about that cake. You make yourself comfortable and I'll bring it right out. I hope you like chocolate raspberry."
>Derpy looks excited as she's reminded about the cake
>"yes please"
>Anon walks into the kitchen which is connected to the living room
>He pulls out a knife and begins to cut the partially eaten cake

>>41792448
>After making a few cuts, Anon puts two pieces of the chocolate raspberry on ceramic plates
>He walks into the living room with cake in each hand
>Derpy's wings flutter in anticipation as she watches Anon bring the treats
"As promised."
Anon places the plates down on the coffee table
>Derpy leans down and starts chomping on the piece in front of her
"Take your time, there's no rush. I'll grab some milk."
>Anon walks back to the kitchen and pours two glasses of milk
>When he returns to the living room he notices that Derpy is looking at him with guilt
>As he places the glasses of milk on the table he realizes that his piece of cake is gone
>Derpy turns her head away and pretends not to notice
"Here's something to wash that down with, I'll get more cake."
>As Anon brings the empty plates back to the kitchen, Derpy greedily chugs her glass of milk
>She looks at the other glass but resists the urge to drink it
>A moment later and Anon is back with more cake
"Round two, and I have more where that came from."
>"yay!"
>Derpy wastes no time as she dives into her third piece of cake
>Anon sits down next to her and picks up his plate
>He owns some utensils but he mostly just got used to eating with his hands
>He picks up the piece of cake and takes a bite
"Mmm, delicious. I'll have to stop at Sugarcube Corner and get another one."
>As Anon is chewing and talking he notices that Derpy is already done with her's
>She's attentively watching him eat his piece
"Where are my manners? Let me get you another piece."
>Derpy beams with happiness
>"yes please"
>Anon goes to the kitchen once more
>Approximately a quarter of the cake is left
>He shrugs and just brings it out to her on the cake tray
>Surprisingly his piece of cake still remains on the table
>Derpy gets even more excited when she sees the cake tray
"Here you go, it's the last of it so make it count."
>Derpy shoves her face in the cake and goes at it
>Anon finishes his piece and washes it down with milk
>Derpy is already done the cake but she's licking up all of the crumbs and berry remnants
>At this point Anon is not surprised, this mare can eat
>he brings his plate and glass to the kitchen
>By the time he gets back Derpy is done
>With crumbs and icing all over her face she gives Anon a big smile
>"thank you anon that was super yummy!"
>Anon grabs the cake tray and her empty glass
"See, I told you I knew what would make you feel better."
>As Anon goes back in the kitchen Derpy glides off the sofa and follows him
>Anon grabs a towel and runs hot water over it in the sink
>After straining the excess water he hands the cloth to Derpy
"Here you go."
>Derpy stares at the towel, confused
"Your face."
>Derpy looks even more confused
>"my face?"
Anon sighs
"It's all messy from the cake."
>She's still just staring at Anon, not getting the message
"Alright, I'll do it. Just hold still."
>Anon places one hand behind of her head and begins to blot the warm cloth around her mouth and nose

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This thread is tame so far. Needs more edge desu senpai

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>>41789286

>>41792572
>special needs derpy
She is gonna be so molested

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>>41792303
I wonder if anyone remembers that period of time where spike was molested

>>41792572
>Derpy involuntarily tries to move her face as Anon cleans her up
>But he has a firm grip on her head and manages to wipe everything off
"And there. All done."
>Anon turns around and rinses the towel in the sink
>Derpy watches him without saying anything
>She's still processing all that's happened today, or is trying to at least
>Anon looks at the clock mounted on the wall
>It's an old timey spring-driven model, the tick tocking audible in the momentary silence
"It's getting late and I have work in the morning."
>Derpy continues watching Anon without saying anything
"Uh, you live in Ponyville right?"
>She smiles and nods
>"i was here my whole life"
>Anon scratches his head in thought
"Why have I never seen you before? I'm pretty sure I've met most of the townsponies by now. And I definitely would have remembered you."
>Derpy's demeanor begins to shift
>With a frown and looking down at the ground, she speaks meekly
>"mommy doesn't let me leave the house..."
>Derpy looks up at Anon with determination
>"but she's sleeping now. so it's okay"
>Anon finds her situation interesting and decides to pry a bit more
"So, you live by yourself?"
>Derpy scrunches her face, not quite comfortable with the question
"C'mon you can tell me. We're friends now."
>Anon gives her a big convincing smile
>Derpy's mouth opens like she's surprised
>"f-friends?"
>Anon nods reassuringly
>"i never had a friend before. except for lulu"
>Anon raises his eyebrow
"Lulu?"
>Derpy smiles brightly as she confidently explains to Anon
>"she's a pony princess"
>Anon acts impressed
"Wow. I didn't realize that you have friends in high places. Are you sure it's still okay to be friends with me? I'm only a commoner, after all."
>Derpy blushes and looks worried
>"yes! please be my friend...lulu is my dolly"
>Anon sighs in relief
"Oh good, you had me worried for a second. Of course I'll be your friend. And Lulu's too."
>Derpy blushes as she raises her forehoof slightly
"Okay, so you live with Lulu. Anypony else?"
>"no. but the white ponies sometimes bring me food and stuff. and give me a bath..."
>Derpy looks embarrassed and turns her gaze to the ground
>Anon's brain is attempting to translate her meaning but it comes up blank
"White ponies? Who are they."
>Derpy awkwardly shuffles in place and continues to look at the floor
>"ever since mommy went to sleep..."
>Derpy trails off and starts to sniffle, but she persists
>"ponies in funny white clothes do some stuff mommy used to do"
>Anon walks up and gives her a hug
"It's okay Derpy. Thanks for being strong enough to tell me."
>She nuzzles her face into his stomach, Anon can feel her warm tears soaking through his shirt
>He smiles as he holds her
>Several minutes pass and the pouty pony is back to smiles
"Okay let's get you home, I'll walk you there."
>Derpy looks tense at the thought of going home but she doesn't protest
>"okay"

>>41794783
>Anon opens the front door and is hit with a cold breeze
>He grabs his heavy jacket off the coat stand near the doorway
>He looks down at Derpy who's smiling at him
>He doesn't have any pony clothes but spots a red scarf hanging idly
"The temperature really dropped. Let me put this scarf on you."
>"okay"
>Anon wraps the scarf around Derpy's neck
>His adrenaline begins to pump as she wiggles in excitement
>It has not been easy for him to contain his desires, that wiggle almost pushed him past the threshold
>Anon takes a deep breath and walks outside. He looks up into the night sky
>Taking a deep breath of chilly air as he looks at the myriad of stars
>Derpy follows suit
>Her big eyes swirl around as she takes everything in
>With his nerves marginally more relaxed, he closes the front door
>But then he is hit with a realization. He hasn't the slightest clue as to where her house is
>And going off of her mental faculties thus far, he's not sure she does either.
"Which part of town do you live in?"
>Derpy has a confused look as she looks up at Anon
"You know, where your house is at?"
>"i live in ponyville"
>Anon is in disbelief at her response. Well, almost.
>"i can show you"
>Derpy flaps her wings and rises into the air
>She starts to fly in a direction but Anon calls out to her
"Hey! Aren't you forgetting something?"
>Derpy turns back and looks down at Anon
>One eye is locked on him and her other is looking into the sky
>"no"
>Anon let's out a chuckle
"I don't have wings, I can't fly."
>Derpy continues to stare into space, literally and figuratively
"Okay how about this. I would like to walk with you, please come down."
>Derpy seems to understand and flies next to Anon
>"okay my house is this way"
>She trots off to what appears to be the north part of Ponyville
>They make their way through the eerily quiet town
>Aside from the wind there isn't a peep or pony in sight
>Anon puts his hands inside of his pockets to warm them up
>Derpy seems to be in deep concentration as she navigates the town
>Filled with purpose she seems oblivious to the cold
>After a little while longer Derpy stops in front of a house
>A two story structure that's seen better days
>Some of the wood is warped and the shutters around the windows are hanging off
>"this is my home"
>Derpy opens the door without further ceremony
>The first thing that Anon notices is that the place is a mess
>The furniture is either knocked over or covered with junk
>There's a broken mirror laying on the ground
>And random assorted items everywhere. Clothes, keepsakes, boxes, trash, all kinds of stuff
"Damn Derpy, you live like this?"
>Anon realizes too late that what he said might be rude
>Derpy looks at Anon briefly before avoiding his gaze
>With her head held low she quietly responds
>"...im sorry"
>Anon kicks himself mentally
"Uh, that's not what I meant exactly. I'm sorry it came out that way. I meant that the white ponies aren't doing a good job."
>"it's okay"

>>41794479
I guess it blurred together with all the other spike abuse content. I never paid it much attention but feel free to post some more.

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Sombra has had enough of Linky's shit.

>>41784359
She didn't go to magic school in that timeline. And with no books to study she's just a dumb little pony. She looks really cute though, I'd at least give her a hug.

>>41794989
I'll see What I can find when I'm home. It popped up pretty quickly and disappeared once grimdark in general was starting to go away post 2016

>>41792073
Absolutely based.

>>41794923
>Anon starts picking up what he thinks is trash and puts it in the nearest empty box
>Next he picks up a turned over chair
>As he rummages through the clutter he feels a soft nudge in his side
>He stops what he is doing and looks over
>Derpy is looking up at him with one of her eyes
>"anon im sweepy"
>It takes him a moment to realize what she's saying but then she yawns
>Anon cannot help but yawn too
"Yeah, I guess you're right Derpy. I will be here all night if I want to clean the place up, and I'm pretty tired. I'll get out of your mane and head out."
>Anon gives her a wave and turns towards the front door
>Derpy follows Anon and nudges him again with her snoot
>He looks down at her with a puzzled expression
"Can I help you?"
>"yes" Derpy replies almost instantly
"Oh, what is it?"
>Anon wasn't actually expecting her to say that. This pony is full of surprises.
>Derpy blushes as she responds
>"beddy-byes"
>Anon raises his eyebrow
"Betty and the what now?"
>Derpy looks up at Anon expectantly without saying anything further
"...a goodnight hug? Sure."
>Anon kneels down and wraps his arms around her warm body
>Derpy uses her wings to hug him back as she buries her face into his chest
>She gently rocks back and forth within his grasp
>Anon's heart begins to race so he breaks free and plays it cool
>Derpy looks a little sad
"Okay, I'll be off then."
>"lulu"
>Anon feels like saying 'what is it this time' but manages to phrase it better
"Lulu, what about her?'
>Again, without hesitation, Derpy responds
>"beddy-byes"
>Anon sighs, he knows where this is going
"Okay, sure. Where is she?"
>Derpy smiles and turns around
>She trots over to the staircase leading up to the next floor
>Before ascending the staircase she looks over at Anon
>With a sigh of defeat he follows her. Carefully avoiding the minefield of junk along the way
>As they go up the steps Anon gets the full view of her ass
>He's been with several mares since arriving in Equestria. Unfortunately none of the relationships lasted
>But one thing is for certain, he's never seen an ass that plump
>He continues to follow her, watching her butt jiggle with each stair
>Next his eyes travel a little lower, a light gray vulva with dark gray spots mixed in
>Anon can feel his southern soldier rising but he tries to dash the dirty thoughts away
>'That has to wait' he thinks to himself. Everything needs to go according to plan
>After what seems like a very long time, they finally make it to the top of the staircase
>Before them is a narrow hallway which leads into three different doorways
>Derpy continues forward and eventually goes through the doorway straight ahead
>Anon looks in the doorway to the left, it's the bathroom
>There are a few bars of soap and some towels on the floor, but it is surprisingly well maintained compared to the downstairs area of the house
>Looking to his right, there is a closed door with a lock on it
>'Strange' Anon thought.

>>41791412
I always want to rape her, just need to learn to write better.
>>41791428
Thanks for the explanation and thanks, that was my first green.

The board's moving fast today
;)

>>41796244
>He's not sure if he's even seen a door lock in Ponyville before
>The last time he saw those was in Canterlot
>Maybe he just never noticed
>He feels another nudge
>Derpy's looking up at him
"I'm coming, I was just looking around. What's behind this door anyway?"
>Anon points his finger
>Derpy's mood changes, she looks down at the ground
>"...that's mommy's room"
>Oh. 'Crap' Anon thought
"I'm sorry, I didn't know."
>Derpy turns around and walks into what is presumably her room
>"it's okay"
>Anon does his best to change the topic
"So, about that princess I've heard so much about."
>Anon swivels his head and does a quick reconnaissance of her room
>Like the bathroom, it's messy but nowhere near as bad as the first floor
>There also isn't that much stuff in here so maybe that's why Anon ponders
>He returns his attention back to the pegasus whom he recently befriended
>She's holding what appears to be a dark plushie in her mouth, she's looking up at him
>Ponies holding stuff in their mouths all the time took some getting used to for Anon
>But now it's just normal. And besides, ponies have very dexterous lips so they rarely get the object in question wet with their saliva
>Anon reaches out to take the doll from Derpy, she lets go once he has it in his grasp
>Anon tries not to visibly cringe as he can feel heavy dampness everywhere
>He holds it up in front of him and puts on the best fake smile he can muster
"Aheh, she's um...very pretty. Beautiful in fact!"
>One of the eyes is missing, the other is hanging by a single thread
>The stitching is ripped and frayed in various spots
>But worst of all was the stench. Covered in sweat stains and dried up mucus.
>Anon holds back a gag
>He glances at Derpy, she smiles and lets out a little giggle
>"hehe"
>Anon hypes himself up internally 'Okay Anon you can do this'
>Closing his eyes he brings the worn Luna plush to his chest and squeezes ever so slightly
>The last thing he wants is to become the sponge for whatever bacteria is stored inside
>Anon hastily hands the plushie back to Derpy
>His hand is hovering in front of her face, but she's just staring at him not getting the hint
>He wiggles the Luna plushie in hopes that will work
>Derpy changes directions and walks into her nightstand
>She stands there for a moment unsure of herself
>Anon walks over to her
"Hey, don't you want Lulu back?"
>Ignoring him she walks backwards and then forwards, bumping into the nightstand again
>Now next to her, Anon uses his free hand to guide her to the bed
>She gets in and lays on her back
>Her lids are heavy as she smiles up at Anon
>He places the plushie on her chest
>As he wipes his hand on his pants, Derpy wraps her forehooves around the Luna doll
>"will i see you again?"
>Derpy asks innocently as her eyes dreamily roll around
>Anon gives her a reassuring smile
"Of course, we're friends now. Meet me at the playground tomorrow."
>Derpy fades into unconsciousness as she lightly says "friends..."

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>>41794923
kek

>>41791000
There's another part to this, no?

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There's nothing quite like breaking in a new pet.

>>41798109
love her face in that

yeah bitch its time for a wakeup call

>>41792358
>>41792448
>>41792572
>>41794783
>>41794923
>>41796244
>>41796697
Is there more to this? I thought it was just a repost like most of the stuff in this thread, but I couldn't find it on pastebin or the archive.

>>41798483
The initial post should be available in an archive, although maybe not word for word. It was a one post concept that I never expanded on, the subsequent posts here are new additions. But I may not finish it in this thread.
When/if it's done I'll be fixing some grammatical errors/making small changes before adding it to my paste

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>>41798956
Very well. I'll be looking forward to whatever you've got cooking.

Does anyone else remember the Piano Man having been a greentext as well?
I swear to fuck it was, or atleast maybe there was SOMETHING similar to it. I know for a fact that one of these is true because I remember something about this. Just enough to know something existed at one point.

>Piano Man
whomst?

>>41800789
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/35169/1/the-piano-man/the-summoning
>Synopsis
Anon (Piano Man), roughly from our earth, is summoned by Trixie.
He's promptly made into a Piano playing slave for Trixie to make money off of.
Trixie takes out all her insecurities and anger on him, culminating in horrific abuse.
--
I was considering reposting directly to the thread...but can't seem to find any evidence of the original greentext format or if it really existed.
May post anyway.

>>41800815
That is kind of interesting. You could always format it in the form of a green and modify things as you see fit. Just credit the original author if you post it somewhere.

And I think some anons may be confused about abuse threads. Yes, normally the theme is anon (human) abusing ponies. However, any and all abuse, related to mlp (sorry fluffy enjoyers), should be welcome here. Whether that be pony on pony (which this thread has), and also pony on anon.

This should be a place to have a fun and post weird fucked up stuff that normally isn't okay in other threads. I don't have the link, but I remember reading a fun green with Pinkie being hyper abusive to the "normal" Anon.

>>41798584
where does she go potty?

>>41801720
On my face

>>41798584
she can just walk out between the bars and go take a leak anywhere she wants and then go back inside of her jail because shes trying to be good girl for master

>>41801542
Diamond dogged

>>41802038
I am extremely jealous.

>>41802038
>>41802912
Which one of you is real. Or are all glimmerfags into that stuff

>>41802992
They are all me. I am the only glimGOD left on /mlp/.

Suffer not the lack of Dash on Scootabuse

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>>41803727
amen

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>>41796697
>Anon wipes off the sweat running down his brow with his shirt sleeve
>Walking out the backdoor to Café Hay, he sighs with relief
>Another work day finished
>When Anon first arrived in town he was enrolled in the Ponyville Assistance Program
>He doesn't understand how it works exactly but it allowed him to handle expenses while looking for his role in the community
>His first choice was to see if he could get a gig at the day spa
>His single cell brain had one thing in mind: 'mares mares mares mares mares'
>But it didn't go according to plan

>"Anon was it?"
>Lotus Blossom eyes him up warily
"Yes, I'm new in town and would like to put my talents to good use"
>Anon puts on a big smile and holds out his hands, showing them off to the spa ponies before him
>Aloe and Lotus look at each other unamused
>"Well like we said, we do not need any help here."
>Anon wiggles his fingers at them
>Lotus winces and Aloe makes a weird face
>Eventually Lotus speaks up
>"What are you doing that for?"
>Anons smile widens
>"Fingers. Mares will love them. On their body, on their little hoofsies, and-"
>With a stern expression, Lotus interrupts Anon, "That's enough. We do not want you working here."
>Anon's smile fades and he goes on the defensive
"Why? Is it because I'm not a pony? You both have weird accents, are you even from Ponyville?"
>Now scowling with a red face, Lotus is about to blow
>Before she can unload, Aloe intervenes and begins to push Anon towards the door
>"Leave us be, we are not hiring."
>Anon does not resist, he doesn't want to get in a physical altercation during his first week in town
"Fine, I'm leaving. But I hope you're proud of yourselves."
>With the door slamming shut behind him Anon kicks the ground in frustration
>He didn't fare any better at Carousel Boutique
>"Oh, yes darling. I'm sure you would be a great addition to the boutique with those...what do you call them?"
"Fingers."
>"Ah yes, fingers. I'm sure anypony would be glad to have your...erhm, fingers. But I run a one-pony operation. I'm sure you understand"
>Rarity has the most uncomfortable looking fake smile ever
>Anon sighs internally and moves on to the next place
>And then the next
>No luck
>Eventually he was accepted at Café Hay
>With no clear defined position Anon finds himself doing all sorts of tasks
>Cleaning, washing dishes, taking care of trash, and occasionally filling in as a server

>As he walks in the direction to the playground, he feels a ping of excitement
>He's just hoping that the gray pegasus will remember to meet him
>That excitement dampens when he sees two small figures walking his way
>A pastel magenta filly with white streaks in her mane
>The other, a gray filly with a braided ponytail
>Anon takes a gulp, readying himself. Last time he encountered these brats he almost lost his cool
>The last thing he needs right now is a filly assault charge
>Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon walk up in front of him, blocking his path

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>>41804229
uh oh, bratty fillies

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>>41803727
forgot pic

>>41804911
>enternity

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>>41804229
>Anon makes an attempt to walk around them but Diamond Tiara blocks him again
>"Hey. Where do you think you're going?"
>Anon takes a deep breath before responding
"I'm on my way home, I just got done working."
>She gives him a dirty look
>"I can't believe they let you work around food, that's so gross."
>Now it's Silver Spoon's turn to weigh in
>"Oh my gosh, like seriously. Who let's an ape work at a cafe? Yuck."
>Anon clenches his fist, trying to keep calm
"I just want to get by, now get out of my way."
>DT smiles smugly as she self-boops with her hoof
>"Hah, I don't think so. 10 bits first."
>Anon is losing his patience
"You have to be kidding me. Isn't your dad rich or something, why do you need my money?"
>Silver Spoon interjects
>"This is our road. Pay up."
>Anon looks at Silver Spoon's throat and fantasizes about strangling her right here and now
>A small smile starts to form on his face
"...No."
>"Ew, why are you looking at her like that? Are you some kind of perv?"
>Anon continues to stare at Silver Spoon without responding to Diamond Tiara
>"Hey. Are you listening? I'm going to tell everypony you touched her if you don't give us the bits."
>Silver Spoon adopts an amused expression while chiming in
>"Yeah, Anon touched my butt. Gross!"
>Anon regains awareness as he registers the threat laid out to him
>He grits his teeth containing his rage, and he remembers what he was doing before being detained
>Derpy should be waiting for him, he doesn't want to waste any more time with these fillies
"Okay, fine. I'll pay, but just leave me alone."
>As Anon reaches into his pocket the two fillies look at each other with devious smiles
>Anon hands Diamond Tiara the 10 bits
>She smiles and steps aside
>Before Anon can walk forward, Silver Spoon gets in front of him
>Not bothering to hide his annoyance he bluntly blurts out at her
"What is it now."
>Silver Spoon's smile grows as she responds
>"10 bits. Each."
>Anon's jaw drops at the brazenness of these two.
>Before grabbing the little pony before him and shaking her to death, he remembers that he needs to see Derpy today
>Defeated, Anon reaches into his pocket and gives it to Silver Spoon
>"Good job, ape."
Silver Spoon walks over to Diamond Tiara as they giggle
>Thankfully they leave in the opposite direction
>Anon continues towards his destination, the playground
>He looks into the sky and the sun is still going strong
>As he gets to the playground he notices that Derpy is sitting on the ground outside of the entrance
>'Strange' Anon thought.
>As he gets closer he can hear her sobbing
>She's looking down at the ground and doesn't see him yet
"Derpy?"
>Anon walks up to Derpy who's now looking up at him
>Her eyes are filled with tears and she sits there crying
"Derpy, what happened?"
>Asking her that question only makes her cry harder
>Anon bends down and gives her a hug
>She doesn't reciprocate at first, but eventually he can feel her soft wings wrap around him

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>>41804229

>>41787700
>why is she being executed in Griffonstone?
She denied that six million boids actually died in the Griffoncaust and demanded to know why the chimneys weren't attached to the building. Then she said it should have been six million more. her only real crime was being right

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>>41790945
amongus

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>>41804229
>>41805283
Correction is NEEDED

>>41806171
Based.

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>>41792991
More like this.

How dare you guys make Twi sad like that!

The fandom lives in a cynical age. Much of the pony fanbase is disillusioned. They no longer believe in the things they once valued. In years past, anons took great pride in edge and grimdark. They believed these were the marks of a truly elite fandom. But then came the hugboxers.

Is abuse. relevant? Those who oppose fun would say it is certainly not. Ah, there's the rub. They would say it isn't fun. But would they believe it? As we've seen, one cannot take a hugboxer at his word.

>>41804911
heh never noticed that

>>41808587
meant for >>41804952

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>>41808412
sometimes just simple bullying is the best

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Saving this bread

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All's well that ends well

>>41809519
Holy based. I've seen some of these but never compiled like that.

>>41808550
Cringe

>>41785531
post the edit where she's a cock whore

>>41810286
>edit
>implying she's not always a whore for cock

>>41809519
This was completely god damn heart breaking
I love it so much

>>41809317
>"KEEP AWAY KEEP AWAY"
C-come on guys!
>"Awwww whats wrong?"
>Silver spoon giggles.
>"Yeah! Whats wroooong cripple?"
>"I think she wants her medal back, Spoony!"
Please!
>You jump again trying to get it.
>No dice.
>"If you want it why don't you just fly up and get it?"
>"Yeah,"
>Diamond Tiara hums.
>"Fly and catch it BABY."
>Then off goes the medal.
>The two watch as you run off after the trophy, soaring up in the air.
>Giggling especially hard everytime you jump up, your useless little wings buzzing.
>Only crashing back down in the ground every attempt.
>You don't hear them anymore when you're far enough.
>The medal crashes to the ground before you can grab it.
>The catch to the earth damages it terribly.
>Look down at your prize.
>Dented.
>Covered in dirt.
>It's ruined.
>Nopony is around.
>Cry.

>>41801136
>The piano is a beautiful instrument; majestic, pure, giving its user the ability to play soft melodies and slam out heavy chords at a moment’s notice. It just isn’t like other instruments. For example, the guitar is guttural, with all but its top strings giving off music that sounds more like a growl than a tone. The violin is always nice, but nowhere near as majestic as those wonderful ivories.
>You suppose there’s also something magical about watching your fingers dance across the keys, or watching the hammers hitting the strings. Back when you were in high school, the other students always loved to open up the piano lid and watch the hammers while you played. You never really minded. The hammers always made it look more complex than it actually was.
>This has always been my stance on the piano. It’s why you chose to learn it. Humans have opposable thumbs and fingers, with the ability to manipulate tools, so why not use them to their full extent? It seems like a big "up yours" to all of existence if we don’t.
>You love the piano. You love your piano. You try to play it at least once a day, making sure to stay in practice. Being a good pianist is better than any party trick—not that you would really know, by the way. You’ve only ever been to one party with a piano, and by the time you arrived, the keys had been painted a sickly green, and the “painter” had somehow managed to pass out on the lid. Unpleasant, to say the least.
>And yet, despite how much you babble on about the majesty of the piano, you yourself own nothing more than an elderly spinet. It’s shorter than the basic upright, and has what I would call a richer sound. That being said, the one you own looks unbelievably ugly, and the lower-middle keys sound ever so slightly guttural—reminiscent of a Guitar.
>You would love to own a grand piano. A full fledged one, and yet… you would also be sad to part with the one you own now. You’ve had it for so long that parting with it would be similar to ripping off one of my toes, in a way. Then you’d probably forget all about it, because you’d have a grand piano.
>This is how you felt about the piano before it all started. All of these extremely biased opinions that surfaced whenever anyone spoke of another instrument have been with me for years, but now they've changed. You used to love the piano so very much. Now an old upright sits in the corner of my cage, piles of basic sheet music you've never even glanced at splayed across the top, taunting me with yellow, chipped keys and the ugly stain on its side.
>You’ve been forced to play this damn thing—or one extremely like it—for hours at a time, every day for the past week... or has it been longer? You don’t know how many shows you perform a day, and time seems to pass so differently when there’s no light to judge it by. Actually, how long have you been here? Honestly, it could even be close to a month. You seriously have no clue.