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Fucking and impregnating slave pones!

>>42526453
Soapy a cute!

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She bites

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>>42526493

What do you think of this?
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/42484254/#q42522834

>>42527497
Needs some line breaks.

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>>42527497
Do not bully the poner

>>42527776
The poner will be bullied into obedience.

>>42528081
Fuzz EVERYWHERE
Brushing is insufficient, it is time to vacuum the pony.

>>42528474
A horse can be vacuumed. Surely, a pony can be vacuumed, as well?

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>>42530080
>wing
What an uninteresting common name for a bat colt.

>>42530934
Its because he starts flapping when he's excited

>>42530934
What if it's short for Wingstrum Chungus Gingersnap The Third? Wouldn't you give your pet obnoxious long name just for gigs and shittles?

>>42531335
>>42531349
There are two kinds of slave owners

>>42508249

> Everyone in the camp was busy with festivities, so no one noticed Thistle and Rangi's prolonged absence. Very few people so much as spared them a second glance, and that was mainly for the mare, with her matted coat and wet mane. A few pointed at her and chuckled, and there were some sympathetic winces from her friends.
> Even Saule was satisfied with the explanation that she simply had to wash off the blood and gore of the circle hunt. Luckily she hadn't noticed that her prized soap was gone, and Rangi was able to slip into the tent to return it.
> In the end, the pair ended up on a log near the fire, both of them enjoying the radiant warmth soaking into their bodies from the bright and cheerful flames. They sat close enough for their sides to touch, but she'd firmly pushed away Rangi's arm when he tried to put it around her. There were appearances to keep up, after all.
> During their walk back she'd been thinking of that. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if people knew. There was a taboo for doing it with animals, but as far as she could make out, that meant the non-intelligent ones. She wasn't one of those, and the only reason Salki and Darga had been worried was because some people would make the same connection thanks to her shape.
> Besides, no one had minded when she'd been with their other Ruslan captive. It seemed different rules applied to slaves. In fact, the same taboo should have been aimed at her when she'd done it with the donkey, however drunk she might have been. Yet once again, her appearance had protected her then, too.
> Why was she so hung up on the fact that no one could know? Did it really come down to her ideals? Had that thing with the captive Ruslan boy scarred her that deeply? It'd been practically out of her hooves, with how much her heat had twisted her mind! She'd fervently promised herself she would never take advantage of a slave like that again.
> That hadn't lasted long, not when her heat came back. Just the thought of it was enough for her ears to lower completely.
> She preached good morals, and kept bringing up how much more civilized Equestria was, but when she was right there, in the dirt, with these nomads, when she had to share their experiences, all her beautiful ideology went right out the window.
> "[What's got you so depressed?]" a new voice sounded just above her. She hadn't even seen Xuan approach. "[Was the hunt really that bad? Don't you appreciate having enough food to last for weeks?]"
> The nomad woman was balancing her infant on a hip, but the girl was asleep, despite all the commotion and noise around her.
"[It's not food for me,]" she replied.

>>42531373

> "[So? The people will eat meat and they will give you their grain and bread. Come now, I heard you did very well. Here, I'll go put Guuni to sleep and you can have a little honey and salt I have left.]"
> Despite her mood, and despite the dark thoughts in her head, Thistle couldn't keep her ears from lifting up in sudden attention. Some salt on her tongue, followed by the sweetness of honey would feel really nice. She glanced to her side, where Rangi was watching her with an expectant smile. Obviously he thought their new arrangement would mean he got to share.
> She made a selfish decision and stood up. When Rangi tried to do the same, she pushed him down with a hoof on his thigh.
"[No.]"
> His face fell, but she leaned her head closer and whispered quietly enough so Xuan wouldn't hear:
"[We need to make people believe we're not... like we are. I will get you something another time.]"
> It was obvious by his expression that he didn't like it, but she kept her stern gaze on him and eventually he gave a sullen nod. She felt him relax back down on the log and his eyes settled on the fire. It didn't seem he would say anything to her, but that was fine.
> Xuan was watching their interaction with interest, but she shrugged her shoulders and headed for her and Buygra's tent. "[Come on, then.]"
> As she followed, Thistle realized that she'd once again decided to keep her liaison with Rangi a secret from the other nomads. Maybe eventually she'd be able to tell them the truth. Maybe if she worked to free Rangi. Was that even possible? She knew he was still very angry and full of resentment. How could he not be, for what they'd done to his people? He behaved only because of the implicit threat from the men of Borchi-Quin, and out of his fear of dying in the wilderness should he run away or be cast out.
> She doubted he would want to become a part of their tribe, and she wasn't sure any of the others would even accept that. It was a complete mess.
> Her ears had gone back down by the time they came to Xuan's tent, and the perceptive woman noticed it. She let out a small sigh and chided: "[There you go again. You look like someone has died. Wait here.]"
> Before Thistle could reply, even if she wanted to, the nomad ducked into the warm, dark interior. There was rustling of furs and leather as she wrapped Guuni up securely and tucked her into a cot. Then there was silence, other than a faint murmur as she bad her daughter to sleep well.
> Some more shuffling of items and the flap was pushed aside once again. In her hand, Xuan had a small leather bag, and a clay pot. She held both of them out to Thistle, who sat on her haunches so she could accept them.

>>42531376

> They were depressingly light, but it was almost a miracle how Xuan had managed to hold on to *any* salt and honey after their long, isolated winter. She wondered briefly what the woman had been saving it for.
> The traders would be with them soon, and with their bounty of mountain animal pelts, and the newfound bronze tools and weapons from Janus, the Borchi-Quin were expecting a lot of riches. In light of that, Thistle could understand why Xuan was okay giving away the last of her delicacies, especially to someone in the chieftain's family.
"[Thank you,]" she said and mustered a genuine smile.
> "[That's better!]" Xuan said. "[Sit and eat with me. I must stay here and watch over Guuni, and you can keep me company.]"
> It was a good proposition and Thistle hadn't had a chance to really talk with the woman in a long time. They both had full and busy lives, and she missed the moments of calm and kindness from earlier.
> She waited until Xuan had placed down an animal skin rug, then sat. Her friend didn't join her straight away. She went back in the tent and brought out a half-burnt stick which still glowed cherry red on one side. She used it to start the fire outside - a lengthy process of carefully arranging splinters and blowing.
> Eventually they had a cheerful little flame, but Xuan still didn't sit down. Thistle watched her in near exasperation as this time she retrieved a bundle of cloth from the tent. Her annoyance evaporated when she unravelled it to reveal several thick pieces of bread.
> "[It's from yesterday afternoon,]" Xuan said. "[Still good, but a little tough. Let me show you a trick I discovered.]"
> Thistle watched with curiosity as the woman arranged the bread on a clean stone next to the fire.
"[You will warm it up?]"
> Xuan gave her a shrewd look, then shrugged. "[Yes and no. That's what I wanted to do the other day, but I left the bread near the fire too long. It tasted different after!]" She looked around to make sure no one else heard the important discovery, then lowered her voice: "[Whoever thought that cooking bread twice would change it? I wonder if it can be done with other things.]"
> Her fascination, and her joy at having discovered something new, made Thistle laugh with genuine delight. She almost didn't want to burst Xuan's bubble, but decided the woman deserved to know the truth.
"[I know this. We call it- uh...]" she didn't have a nomad word for it, so she used the Equestrian one: "Toasting."

>>42531379

> "[Toss-thing?" Xuan tried, rolling the unfamiliar syllables around her mouth. "[I don't think it will catch on. I will come up with a nomad word for it, and then everyone will say I invented it.]" She made a fist and mock-threatened the mare, her grin putting a lie to her words: "[You better not tell anyone! If you do, I will find you and beat you!]"
"[I won't say, I promise. It can be your invention.]"
> The two chuckled, then went back to staring at the bread, which was gradually browning. It would burn soon, but Thistle figured Xuan knew that, and wouldn't let it happen, so she didn't say anything.
> "[So what is new in your life? You have been so busy with the Andronoskaya the whole spring we never talked. Oh, did you see what you needed in the moon?"
"[What? Moon?]"
> "[When you left for a week. Buygra heard from Salki you were going to look at the moon. Something about finding a way into the spirit world. Are you trying to become our new shaman?]" There was doubt in Xuan's voice, not only for a female occupying that important role, but for a non-nomad as well.
"[I don't know. Maybe. Yes, I saw what I needed to see...]"
> She couldn't look Xuan in the eye as she lied to her, so Thistle turned her head away and forced her ears to remain up. They wanted to fold down on their own. With luck, the woman wouldn't spot anything.
> "[Good. Good luck with that. If you succeed, you will be the first pony shaman, I think.]"
"[What about the first female shaman?]"
> "[Maybe that too, but I don't know how other clans do things. We had a woman chieftain, maybe there are some who have a woman shaman? It's a strange world.]"
"[You can say that again.]"
> Xuan reached out and swiftly turned the pieces of bread around, so they could toast on their other side, too. The smell of bread was filling the air, and Thistle began to realize just how starved she was. She hadn't eaten before the hunt, out of fear of vomiting it all up when she saw the carnage. Then after, she'd been near catatonic, and then there'd been the thing with Rangi.
> As if on cue, her stomach rumbled loudly enough that it might have waken Guuni. She put her hooves over it, but that didn't help, of course.
> Xuan just laughed. "[Not much longer now. You can put salt and honey on yours. It sounds like you need it.]"
"[Yeah. It's been a crazy day.]"
> "[You hate the circle hunt that much?]"
> All Thistle could do was nod, her smile wiped away and her eyes brimming with tears.
> Xuan watched her thoughtfully for a bit, then laid a gentle hand on her head. "[Your home must be a very peaceful place if even killing animals affects you so.]"
"[It is. Before I came here, I have never seen anyone die.]"

>>42531380

> Xuan let out a sigh as she looked back at the tent, where her daughter was sleeping. "[It sounds beautiful. I wish...]" She didn't finish the sentence, and Thistle didn't ask her. She had a pretty good guess, anyway.
> "[Well, the bread is done,]" Xuan said more cheerfully and reached over to pull the nearly-burnt pieces of bread away. She didn't seem to mind their heat and handed two to Thistle, who balanced them carefully on her hooves.
> She looked around for somewhere to put them so she could dribble honey on a slice, but there was no convenient surface. Xuan noticed her predicament and held out her hand. "[Here, I will hold it for you,]" she said. Despite Xuan's obvious disregard for the heat against her palm Thistle worked fast to untie the bit of leather covering the honey pot.
> The sugary smell made her drool and she wasted no time in upending the pot over the piece. It took time for the thick liquid to drip out and soon she lost her patience. With barely half of the bread covered, she snatched it and crammed it in her mouth.
> She'd planned to enjoy it for a long time, but her hunger surged and she swallowed it in two bites. Xuan offered her the other piece, and this time Thistle managed to only bite off half of it. Then she stuck her snout into the pot and began licking it clean with her long tongue, even as she chewed on the bread.
> It was all going to the same place anyway, and she'd never seen nomads worry about table manners. Not that there even was a table nearby.
> The other half of the bread was still there, tempting her. She nudged the bag of salt with a hoof and spoke around her mouthful:
"[Puff if on, pweafe?]"
> Xuan giggled and obeyed, apparently not quite as hungry. She put her own bread in her lap so she could untie the bag and sprinkle a generous pinch of salt on Thistle's piece.
"[Mowe!]"
> The woman obeyed. As soon as Thistle had swallowed what was in her mouth, she snatched and crammed in the new piece. The salt mingled with the residual taste of honey on her tongue, making her close her eyes and moan in delight. A thought occurred to her, and she stuck her tongue back into the pot even as she chewed the salty bread.
> "[Salt and honey? It really tastes that good?]" Xuan asked.
> It was hard to do, but Thistle reminded herself that both those things were Xuan's. She pulled the pot away and offered it to the woman.
"[Fwy iff!]" she blurted through her full mouth.
> Xuan did so, scraping up a bit of honey from the bottom with her finger. She didn't mind in the slightest that it was covered with Thistle's slobber. She sprinkled a few grains of sand on the top, then stuck it in her mouth. Her eyes went to the horizon as she concentrated, then she shook her head. "[Maybe you have to be a pony,]" she concluded.

>>42531384

> Thistle just gave a shrug and put her nose back into the pot. She wouldn't remove it until it was perfectly clean. Meanwhile, Xuan added a small pinch of salt to her bread and began eating, more slowly than the mare.
> That left her empty-hooved and unsure what to do while she waited for her friend. She sought for a good, safe conversation topic. Her eyes strayed to the tent, where Xuan had left the flap ajar so she could see her daughter inside.
"[What does 'Guuni' mean?]" she asked.
> Some nomad names had actual meanings. Salki, for example, could be translated as 'Wind'. It felt weird to use the Equestrian word for him, but she decided to try it the next time she saw him. Other names didn't have meaning, at least not one the nomads knew. Sometimes children were named with a nonsensical word simply because the mother liked the sound.
> She waited for Xuan to swallow her mouthful. "[Guuni-naiz. Her full name is Guuni-naiz.]"
> It was familiar.
"[Friend? Friend of what? I know 'friend', but I have never heard 'Guuni'.]"
> Xuan watched her thoughtfully, then sighed. "[I have not told you? I thought I told you. You were there when I named her, were you not?]"
> All Thistle could do was nod, her curiosity utterly piqued.
> "[She was named in your honor, Thistle. 'Guuni' means a female horse. We do not have a word for 'pony', and you certainly aren't a donkey. It's an old word, and people do not use it. Well, we did not have horses until now, maybe we will start using it again. I have to make sure Zaur and Temir know it.]"
"[S-So her name is...]" Thistle began, but her voice choked.
> "[Yes. Mare-friend. I knew then already that you would take us far. I wanted everyone to know that we- me, Buygra, and Guuni, are your friends.]"
> Thistle had to blink away tears.
"[That's- that means a lot. I'm-]" she cleared her throat. "[Thank you.]"
> "[Don't disappoint me. Take us to your world and show us a better life.]"
"[I will. In the fall, before the winter. That's when the way will open.]"
> The two stared at one another, then Xuan gave a slow nod. "[I will help you convince everyone to go. Maybe you should work on becoming our shaman before then, so your words carry more weight. Just in case Darga and Salki do not listen to you as they should.]"
"[Thank you.]"
> "[Here,]" Xuan said and pushed her half-eaten slice of salty bread at the mare. "[You look like you need it more than I do. I will bake more tomorrow, before the traders come. Come by and I will give you a fresh slice.]"
> For a moment Thistle wanted to say no, but her stomach still felt hollow and the woman *had* offered. She took the piece in her hooves, almost reverently, and put it in her mouth.

>>42531386

A moment of quiet and kindness. Rare in this crazy world. Maybe some hope for the future?

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I need to go on a mandatory voluntary work offsite next week. It's going to be (mandatory) fun and team-building! Unfortunately implies that I won't be able to write any, so one of you other fine gentlemen will have to post a short green to keep the thread going. Hop to it!

>>42533314
Ponies like warm places.

>>42535127
Lazy horse!
LAZY!

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>pov: you fell asleep immediately after work

>>42535891
...fuck me...

Who's the best pony for pillow duty?

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>>42531395
>Mare friend

>>42537843
I want to pet those cheeks so much, it's unreal

>>42531395
Thanks again writefren and you know a new slave tale sounds like a good time investment

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Snug the cuddlepone

>>42541208
The cuddlepone should snuggle you!

>>42542155
Again.