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>its been ten years
Fucking hell

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The amount of blush on this maid is acceptable.
Happy tennaversary, Fire and Sky 3 never ever

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I miss Soapy. She was adorable and she always did her best.

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Very needy poner wants constant snuggles.
Can't get anything done anymore. She's so spoiled.

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What would be her pet name?
Maidia?

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>>42714979
>octyclean

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>"Mastur we ran out of oats... Masterrr"

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>>42715059
>grabs master's credit card
>orders a three day supply

>>42715076
>gets punished and only allowed to eat pony O's for a week

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Sleepy lil poner had a big day playing with the neighbor ponies.
Goodnight poner.

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She's scared of the vacuum

>>42715955
Why would a bug be scared of the vacuum?

>>42716030
It sounds like a tunneling tatzlwurm

>>42716066
Since when do worms eat bugs?

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>>42716121
They're native to the badlands and they'll eat anything.

>>42716030
vacuums eat bugs

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>pov: you're a bag of ponytreats

>>42692232

I might not have done a good job of showing it, but I skipped a lot of the summer when nothing truly remarkable happened. It would be getting close to the equinox by now.

>>42681399

Thank you, kind Anon! S'good to know people are enjoying the green.

Update coming right after this. No Halloween special this year, though. I've been playing around with another, non-pony project and it's taken what little free time I had left. Fun, though.

>>42681126

> The work wasn't too hard, nor was it particularly demeaning. As an added bonus, spending time with Janus was nice. Thistle was able to brush up on her Equestrian a little as she instructed the blacksmith. He had perhaps the best grasp of the language in the camp, except perhaps Salki.
> Well, before Salki had gotten so preoccupied with his marriage and the clan Chieftainhood.
> In fact, things were going well. Rangi was still very apologetic about her punishment and her extra labour, especially since it was all his fault. The poor lad had nearly cried when he saw her black and blue hide after the beating.
> It resulted in him being quiet and obedient, so much that even Saule had lost a bit of her grumpiness. Thistle's wishes had been clear: he was to obey with alacrity, and *to the word* everything either the Chieftain, or his wife commanded.
> With luck, that would help settle the woman's budding suspicion, and it usually meant Rangi was too tired each night to bother her. That suited her fine, because so was she.
> A part of her missed the action, but sneaking away would mean at minimum exhaustion the next day, and at worst risking a cold.
> She couldn't afford any lapse in judgement, not now. The all-important night was approaching and she needed to get the clan to move back into the mountains. She thought Salki was receptive, even if his wife was skeptical. More importantly, Darga didn't seem to have any particular objection, and Intor only put up a token protest when Thistle had advanced the idea. They would need more work to convince fully, but that was something an ex-mayor was supposed to be good at, wasn't it?
> The nomads would move from their summer camp in a few days anyway, and the excitement in the air was palpable. Thistle would be stuck carrying Janus' gear, but that wasn't such a big sacrifice.
> All she needed was to get the agreement from the Chieftain and his closest advisors that they would wait by that special place until either the way opened, or the equinox passed. She had neglected to admit to them that she would have no way of knowing when that might be. Maybe if she watched the moon carefully - for real, this time - she would eventually figure it out.
> It didn't really matter, because the way *would* open, and they would enter Equestria, and everything would be fine. Once they'd seen her fair land, the nomads would understand. They would make their home and, she was certain, thank her for the easy life that awaited them.
> Just thinking about it made her heart beat faster and she was only too glad to go over the Equestrian language with Janus as a kind of a small preparation.
"My friend has a clothes shop. She sells clothes," she intoned patiently.

>>42716215

> The work was so mindless that she hardly needed to think about the bellows she was pumping for the blacksmith. He, likewise, was good at his trade and could talk while he hammered a piece of bronze. Periodically he stopped to quench the metal, inspect it closely, or perhaps return it to the fire and pick out one of the other pieces.
> He frowned at the unshaped lump held in his rudimentary tongs. "Ma friend a clothes soup," he tried.
> The mispronounced word made her giggle and Janus briefly turned a curious gaze on her.
"Not 'soup'. Shop. Soup is what you eat."
> At his blank stare, she tried the nomad language:
"[You said- um- 'broth'. Water and grain and meat cooked. You should say the word for trader's stand.]"
> It was the closest translations the nomads had, and after their recent visit even Janus had picked up the crucial lingo.
> "Ma friend a clothes shop," he managed.
"Good. Has. My friend *has*."
> He grunted dismissively and didn't immediately repeat the sentence. Instead her turned and called to one of the other young men working beside him: "[Usman! See. Here,]" he held up the cooling lump. "[See copper tin mix? See color - brown, not red. If red, too much copper. If yellow, too much tin. All same color, they mix well. Remember next time.]"
> The apprentice inspected the lump closely. After a few moments, Janus pushed the tongs into his hand and said: "[Take. Put in fire. Make arrow points. I get more water with Thistle.]"
> He absentmindedly wiped his hands on his leather apron, then saw that the mare was still at the bellows, even though she'd stopped pumping. Janus pointed a finger at her, but addressed his protégé. "[Find Fen Ko. Boy pump bellows, Thistle comes with me.]"
> It was odd, the mare thought as she followed Janus to his tent and waited while he retrieved the two big clay jugs for her to carry. The blacksmith could speak better nomad, she'd heard him do so. Particularly when he was talking with the important people - the older craftsmen, the Chieftain or his family, or even Intor and her cronies - his words and his grammar markedly improved.
> It was only with the people he was comfortable with, people under his command, that he slipped into pidgin nomad and simplified his sentences. With her, he tried to speak properly regardless of what language he used.
> Oh, and Gol. He tried extra hard to be polite with Gol. That was part infatuation, Thistle wagered, and part trying to impress Intor. Not knowing that his attachment to the girl was all the mother's idea, he thought that Intor's agreement would be important if he wanted things with Gol to go any further. He seemed to really like her.

>>42716218

> Some of the other young women of the camp, especially the ones Thistle knew used to share his tent sometimes, looked either disappointed, jealous, or outright furious, but the man only had eyes for Gol lately.
> She idly wondered how that would develop. There was the difference in ages, and - more importantly - the fact that Gol was being pushed into the relationship by her mother, who wanted to tie such an important person to her family.
> The mare nearly groaned. She'd meant to speak with the girl about the whole situation, but hadn't had time. The few times she *had* a free moment, she'd been too exhausted to make herself leave the warm tent and her soft fur blankets.
> "[Alright, let's go,]" Janus spoke.
> Thistle started from her idle thoughts. He was holding the pole with the two jugs tied to it. She obediently turned so he could deposit it on her back. The pressure still made her wince, but the pain receded as she got used to the weight.
> She still felt the bruises, especially those last two. She hadn't seen Willow since that night, and perhaps that was a good thing.
"[Janus,]" she asked, prompted by the thought of the odd hunter. "[Do you like Willow?]"
> "[I don't know. He alright. Why you ask?]"
"[If you marry Gol, he will be part of your family. He is Gol's brother.]"
> That caused the big blacksmith to walk in silence for a while as he considered it. At length, he shrugged his shoulders. "[So what. Willow not cause me trouble. We will get along. If not, I will hit him a few times and give him beer after, then we will be friends.]"
> He laughed at that little joke, but Thistle didn't find it very funny.
"[That worked one time, and Darkhan is a crazy old man. Crazy like you. It will not work with anyone else! Don't fight people!]"
> Janus just kept chuckling. He reached down to run his fingers through her mane. "[It not fighting,]" he explained patiently. "[A friendly hit, to show man how strong I am, and then he shows me. It is how men say hello.]"
"[Maybe in whatever crazy land you come from. Here, people will get angry!]"
> He pointed a finger at her. "[How do you know? You are not nomad too! You are from other land.]"
"[I just know.]"
> "[Pah!]" he said dismissively, but didn't pursue the discussion.
> Thistle also decided to leave it alone. It wasn't her job to take care of Janus and his social interactions. He'd learn sooner or later, and she was pretty sure none of the camp members would seriously injure him, no matter how obnoxious he acted. He was too important to the clan, even if his apprentices were learning quickly.

>>42716222

> The most he would earn himself, she decided, was a solid beating. She had first-hand experience of that, and she thought maybe would be a good thing for him. After all, there was a new understanding between her and Willow now.
> Her hoof shifted when she put her weight on it and she instinctually flexed to keep the jugs steady, even if they were empty.
"[Careful. The mud is wet and slippery,]" she told Janus.
> After a moment's thought, she repeated in Equestrian:
"Careful. The mud is wet and slippery."

> ~~~~

> Thistle simply fell over onto her cot when she finally made it to the tent that night. Individual tasks for Janus might not be hard, but they added up over the course of a day. She couldn't understand how the man did all the things he did, day after day.
> It was probably a matter of practice. She, herself, was much stronger and tougher than only a year ago. She could walk further, carry more, and go for longer on less food. She could do tasks which would have made her faint back in Ponyville, and she'd learned just how palatable many otherwise yucky foods were when you had nothing else.
> That still didn't mean she wasn't exhausted. All she wanted was to close her eyes and sleep, but the opportunity was rare and she had to take it. Salki was in the tent and Saule was nowhere to be found.
> After no more than a minute, she forced her muscles to work and sat up. Only then did she notice that she was alone with the Chieftain.
"[Where is Rangi?]"
> Salki looked up from the bone he was cracking between two stones. "[Saule told him to bring wood for the fire.]"
> Of course, it was one of those constant, never ending chores. Water and firewood. The two things always needed fetching.
"[Where is Saule?]"
> "[With her mother. They are talking. Women's business,]" Salki said in a wry tone which suggested that a wise man shouldn't have too much interest in such things.
"[We need to talk!]"
> He was picking through the smashed bone for bits of marrow, but it was a sight Thistle was all to familiar with and she didn't mind either the visuals, or the smells. She made her way to the fire beside Salki and leaned against him. The touch would lend her words greater weight, she hoped.
"[The way to my home will open soon. It is a land better than this, less dangerous. My people will help you, and everything will be better. I have told you the amazing things we have.]"
> Salki watched her face for a long time before replying: "[That means you want us to go and camp near that place where the worlds touch.]"
"[Yes. I know it's out of the way, but it will be worth it. Besides, there's game in the forests, and there is more wood for the fires.]"
> "[That is not the problem.]"

>>42716225

"[Then what is it? If we go soon, we won't have to hurry. We can pack everything, and the people will not be as exhausted as last year.]"
> "[It's not that either,]" he said and held up a hand to forestall more of her blind guesses. "[If we are not in our hunting grounds, others will try to take them. This is only our land because we claim it, every day. You've seen what happened with the Ruslans, and we were still using the hunting grounds!]"
> She almost rolled her eyes, but held back and made her voice as calm and reasonable as she could.
"[True, but if you go to Equestria you will not need the land anymore. There will be new land, better than this.]"
> "[New hunting grounds?]" Salki asked warily.
"[Y-Yees.]"
> He barked a laugh and prodded her nose with a finger which was greasy from the marrow. "[Do you think I've become such an idiot since marrying?]"
> Before she could respond and defend herself, Salki continued: "[I remember the stories you told me. All animals live together, as friends. Your people do not hunt, and do not kill, not even your livestock. We would have to do the same. Eat nothing but roots and grass and grain, like you.]"
"[Not necessarily!]" she protested. "[I'm sure we could figure something out. There are parts of the- of a forest, near to my town. It is wild, and the creatures inside eat other creatures. You could hunt there! There are others beside ponies who eat meat.]"
> "[Hmm,]" Salki murmured and went back to eating his meal.
> After some minutes she couldn't stand the silence and prodded the man with a hoof.
"[Well? Please, Salki. I want you all to come with me, but if you won't, I will go alone. Will you let me? Will you send a few men with me so I make it safely through the forests?]"
> He looked up at her sharply. "[You would leave us? Aren't you learning to become our new shaman? I thought that was what you wanted!]"
> The hurt in his voice and on his face was obvious, especially after two years living with these people. Thistle felt a lump in her throat and folded her ears down.
"[I don't want to leave you. I like many people in the camp, you know that. But Equestria is my home. I have friends there, too. My own kind. If I ever want children, that's the place I could do that!]"
> She'd closed her eyes, but his hand on her mane wasn't a surprise and she leaned into the touch. Salki expertly found one of her ears and began to massage the base between his thumb and other fingers. A soft, luxurious sigh escaped her.
"[What you're doing now? That is part of why I don't want to leave you.]"
> "[But you would?]"
"[Yes. Let me take only Rangi, and we will go alone. I want to go home, Salki.]"
> She opened her eyes just a crack, but enough to see how torn he was. "[Life will be better for us there?]" he prompted.

>>42716228

"[I'm sure it will. The two leaders - the sisters I told you about - they are very kind and very powerful. They would help us figure something out.]"
> "[You would stay in the camp if we go there?]"
> This was a harder one. Thistle had lived in a tent for so long now that she could hardly remember having amenities such as a bedroom, or refrigerator, or plumbing. She still wanted to experience them again, though.
"[I would want to stay with you- with the people,]" she said carefully. "[I will show you how ponies live. Maybe some nomads will want to live like ponies when they see. Maybe you will too, to show the way. Maybe...]"
> She swallowed to get some moisture into her suddenly dry mouth. She was trying to imagine it, but picturing what the townsponies would say if she settled these- these *barbarians* in Ponyville was making her cringe inside.
"[Maybe we could make the same kinds of places for your people. I told you about them. Like we have seen in the East, made from wood and stone.]"
> "[Then we wouldn't be able to move.]"
"[You wouldn't have to. You're moving now to escape your enemies, or to find new hunting grounds. You wouldn't need that. You could let the people settle down.]"
> He wasn't fully convinced, and Thistle saw that he was having trouble imagining it. That was disheartening. If he, of all people, who had seen the towns in the East, couldn't picture the clan living in houses, what chance did she have with Darga and Intor, who would find it even harder to visualise?
"[We can talk about that when we're in Equestria. You don't have to change all your ways. We will take it slow, and the people only need to do things which they see are better.]"
> He gave her a nod and lifted up the broken piece of femur he'd been working on with his free hand. "[Maybe. We will need to speak with Mother, and with Intor. Janus and Darkhan will also need to agree, and maybe Kantuta. Have you asked Willow yet? He leads the hunters, so if he agrees, the hunters will too.]"
"[Since when do you lead this clan by agreement from everyone?!]" she chided gently.
> Salki chuckled. "[Between you and Mother, what else can I do?]"
> He dropped his bone so he could employ both hands on her ears. It was an expression of closeness, appreciation. Friendship, maybe, or something more which still lingered. She closed her eyes to enjoy it.
"[Why should I talk to Willow?]" she asked idly.
> "[I hear ever since he beat you, you've been friends.]"
"[What?!]"
> She pulled away out of sheer shock and stared at the man in mortification.
"[Who said that?!]"
> Salki gave a small shrug. "[Buygra. He said you told him to go find you after dark if you were not back. He was worried Willow did something to you, but he saw you talking. He said you shook hands.]"

>>42716233

"[Oh. That. Willow and I have an- understanding. We're not friends, but we don't hate each other. Mostly.]"
> His head leaned to one side and Salki poked at her nose before turning back to his meal. "[You are a complicated creature, Thistle. Maybe it's because you are a pony, but you are also a woman, and that's a very strange combination.]"
> She couldn't help but laugh at that. Something told her that she'd fully convinced him, and he would back her up when talking to Darga and the other older people. She resolved to go see Willow the next day and ask him. Perhaps the newfound respect between them would stretch to him considering her proposal carefully. If not, she thought, she would get Gol on her side and try to convince Intor through the daughter, and Willow through his mother.
> Given that the mare was a good friend of the blacksmith, whom Intor was also trying to tie to her own family, perhaps she would have some weight. If not, she could always threaten to break Gol and Janus up. She didn't know that she could *do* that, but Intor would probably believe it.
> Especially with her latest trend of spending entire days helping the blacksmith.
> She'd feel dirty after that, but she could always get Rangi to wash her off.

>>42716237

There it is! Our lil' Thistle is growing up and learning how to make people do what she wants without lifting her tail. Not that much further to go home.

Any bets on what will go wrong, either with the way, the nomads, the portal, or the home? Or Thistle herself?

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>>42716972
But ponies like to cuddle!

>>42716237
>her Equestrian a little as she instructed the blacksmith
Not his? Also who's doing the work if she is instructing him?
>That suited her fine, because so was she
Did menopause hit her or something? Not wanting sex is new.
>but that wasn't such a big sacrific
Carrying the heaviest objects. What is she, a mule?
>she would have no way of knowing when that might be
Time to invent a simple pendulum clock then get someone to count how many times it swings.
>and everything would be fine
Just like everything she planned. Because nothing went astray, ever.
>that awaited them
If half of them won't get killed, frozen, magically changed by the everfree forest.
>You said- um- 'broth'.
So, Thistle explained an equestrian word/sentence in another language which Jannus has even less experience using.
>pidgin nomad
Heh.
>really like her
If Gol also likes him, then it does not matter that Intor is behind this. Until Intor starts using Janus through Gol.
>used to share his tent sometimes
So, he was fucking multiple women. This was one of the goals of his why he joined this camp.
>but hadn't had time
Why haven't Gol visited Janus while he was working with Thistle?
>Willow not cause me trouble.
Until instructed by Intor.
>none of the camp members would seriously injure him
I doubt that. Some can' think a step ahead.
>and leaned against him
She can be manipulative.
>others will try to take them
And? They won't be here.
>Y-Yees.
What a lie.
>Eat nothing but roots and grass and grain
Didn't she explain other foods? Like cake.
>You could hunt there!
GL&HF.
>stay in the camp if we go there?
She kinda has to. Someone needs to translate and teach them. Maybe only translate, she is pretty bad at teaching.
>*barbarians* in Ponyville
Will be a hard one to execute.
>He leads the hunters, so if he agrees, the hunters will too.
Maybe leave that group here.
>you've been friends
Friends with her kidnapper? That would be a twist for sure.
>Mostly
Heh.
>get Rangi to wash her off
Good slave boy.

Thanks for the update!

bumpin to read

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>>42716671

>>42716243
More pony plunder! Pony slaves for every nomad!

>>42717718
Ponies love head pats!

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Meet the cleaning squad!

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>>42717718

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Washable

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No more flight privileges.

>>42719354
What did she break this time?

>>42716243
Still hoping Derpy would be rescued somehow

>>42719946
Don't (you) mean Rainy Day?

anti-spam

>>42722386
thanks anon

>>42716243
This story is bad.

>>42722943
>aislop

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>>42722948
here is more

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80% cat

>>42720502
Well trained filly!