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Octavia is mine

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...sometimes

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Yesterday AWF dropped the update to ponepaste!
https://ponepaste.org/11514#1074

>>43070375

I did indeed! Last week's wasn't forthcoming due to exhausting family visit (another coming up the week after next).

I have the update all chopped up and ready to go, and I'll post it here too when I get home tonight.

>>43068842
I find it interesting that you posted a macrophilia related pony image, anon. Is that a common theme in the chattel slavery stories?

>>43068845
>>43068927
fuck this thread can we talk instead about how insanely sexy octi looks in this costume? I have a huge bonner from it

>>43070519
Nope, literally zero stories have it in any way shape or form in the decade+ that the thread has existed.

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>>43070570
Olala

>>43070519
>macrophilia
Anon, take your meds.
Haven't you had any matchbox style toys when you were young? The pony looks normal size compared to those toys. Those cars are ~2.5-3 inches or 6-7 cm in length. The cars are about 20 pixels. Tavi is 357 pixels which is ~18 toy car length. So about ~45 inches in height or ~113cm.

If you call a 113cm tall pony a giant, you have problems mr midget.

>>43070570
okay kissing and hugging my plush tavi in bed for 20 min helped with tavi shizo.

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>>43070570
I'd love to make out with maid Octavia and fuck like animals

>>43032281

> Some nomads took to trading better than others. Thistle was a little surprised at Kantuta, even from the short interaction she'd seen when she introduced the people to the Ponyville marketplace.
> True, there was a lot of hand waving and gesturing, even with Buygra doing his utmost to translate, and the merchant pony looked more than a little cowed, but Twilight's special IOU token was exchanged for a pie. Nearby, more trades were happening and it looked like they wouldn't need Thistle's personal oversight, which was a plus. The nomads' long experience bartering with their trading caravans was being put to good use, despite the language barrier.
> Their ability to get supplies was perhaps slightly limited by the lack of translators, especially with Janus taking near permanent residence at the town's blacksmith, but now that it was proving so useful, more of the nomads wanted to learn the language. Salki and Zaur could handle the introductory lessons, and Thistle had a feeling that the younger members of the tribe would pick it up quickly through play with the townsponies.
> At least that much didn't change between the cultures. There was an innocent curiosity and an openness to accept all this new strangeness among the very young. That went both ways and despite their parents' fear, some of the older foals in Ponyville had taken to hanging out on the town outskirts, where nomad children met them for simple games of chase and tackle.
> On the flip side, the nomads were being introduced to bouncy balls and had no trouble picking up the rules through gestures and demonstration. Fun was turning out to be the universal language.
> One of the older ponies and one of the nomad parents always had to be present, of course. It was a provision in their agreement. It had been proposed by Xuan, through Buygra, and then Salki, and strongly endorsed by the Princess, so it had gone in. At least that one had been easy to agree on, by both sides. Thistle had no doubt that the youngsters of both people were perfectly safe.
> It wouldn't be easy, but perhaps the two cultures could eventually integrate, or at least learn to live side by side. There was still the whole 'meat' problem to deal with, but that much of it could wait until Thistle had gotten Rainy Day the help she needed.
> That was, in fact, the reason she had to leave the nomads' first experience of the Ponyville marketplace. Princess Luna had landed with two dozen of her best Thestral guards. They needed to know what to expect. She had to make introductions and explain to them how the other world worked. She had to tell them what to look out for, what to look *for*, and how to deal with any other people they met.

>>43071140

> More importantly, even if both Princesses had absolutely forbidden her to join the expedition, they couldn't really stop her from escorting them to the portal and seeing them through. It wasn't like it would take a lot of time on this side.
> No, she couldn't go into the other world with them, which was a bit of a hidden, shameful relief. Luna still needed an interpreter and a guide, and right now it would be a toss-up between Bulat, Zaur, and Hisein. The latter had the weakest grasp on the Equestrian language, but also the most reason to go. Since his injury, he couldn't do a whole lot for the camp and Thistle suspected he was going stir-crazy from the idleness.
>...
> "What do you think?" Luna asked as one of her guards turned a full circle.
> Thistle, her jaw slack, almost couldn't believe her eyes. She was so shocked by the unexpected magic that she'd kept her eyes on the inappropriate place for way longer than needed.
"Um," she finally managed, blushing furiously, "m-maybe, uh, some clothes?"
> Luna inspected the nomad body on display - *very much* on display - between them, then concentrated and the form vanished to leave a dazed-looking pony in its place.
> "It is not a trivial illusion, and we will have to do it for more than one of us. I will see what I can do."
> Now that there was no naked man in her face, Thistle was able to think a little more clearly.
"Actually, can they wear clothes? I mean- if you change them, would the clothes just fall through, or how does it work? I'm not familiar with illusions."
> The Princess shook her head. "It should be quite solid. The book Mrs. Maresbury found said so. The wearer of the illusion should be able to feel their fake body. Did you?" That last was addressed at the dark, stern stallion who had been her test subject, and who was sitting on his rump and examining his forelegs.
> He shuffled his bat-like wings and threw a textbook salute. "Yes, ma'am! Forelegs and everything! It felt like I had two of me for a bit there. It'll take some getting used to."
> "There you have it," Luna said, a proud little smirk on her lips. "I do not think I could manage more than three or four, and I cannot change myself, but that should be enough to deal with any nomads we meet, as long as the rest of us remain hidden."
"You're going to be in there for a long time. Six months, at least. Probably more if you can't find the place where Rainy Day is being held!"

>>43071141

> Despite her worry, Thistle was glad the expedition was being readied. She'd have felt a little better if she could go with them, but an entire wing of the elite Thestral guards, with the Princess leading them, should have no trouble. It would be a far different story than what Thistle and Rainy Day had experienced. Throw in Hisein to guide them and deal with other tribes, and there was little doubt about the mission's success.
> Luna shook her head and let out a small snort of irritation. It wasn't the first time Thistle had said the same thing. "Relax, Mayor Mare. We shall be alright. There is grass to graze, and green trees. We will have dried rations for the winter, and a bag of golden trinkets to trade for grain. All we need is knowledge, which is why you are here, and why one of your friends will be coming with us."
"Okay. I'll tell you what I can on the way, until the way opens."
> She'd told the nomads what was happening, and that she would travel to the portal with the expedition, but Intor had once again insisted that Willow should accompany her. After the previous night, she didn't mind. In fact, she was curious about the hunter's strange fascination with the Princess. She saw how he kept staring every time he thought no one was watching.
> Luna was taller than the other ponies, and her horn was sharper. There was something about her muzzle, too - a presence of casual command. She expected her words would be swiftly obeyed, and something in her manner had a powerful effect on the nomad.
> The only thing left was to wait for their translator and guide who would accompany the expedition. They'd be gone for months, perhaps even a year, so the decision wasn't easy.
> At long last she heard hoofsteps and saw Hisein riding in on the gelding. When he saw her look, he spread his arms. "[I guess I am useless in the camp, and in this new world. You will need to watch Fen-Ko and Ning while I am away.]"
"[I will. Are you sure you know enough pony language?]"
> That was perhaps the only hurdle, or at least the most obvious one. Hisein gave a small shrug. "[I will learn.]" As if to demonstrate, he raised his palm to Luna and said, in heavily-accented, barely legible Equestrian: "Good day, friend."
> All she did in reply was incline her head politely, then took a step closer to Thistle and lowered her voice: "What did you say to him?"
"Hisein knows very little Equestrian. He says he will learn more. You'll have to teach him. He can guide you through the nomad lands. There is no finer tracker I know."
> "Good. We will see what can be done. Good day, Hisein," Luna said, echoing his own words, but pronounced correctly. She extended a wing toward the Everfree forest and asked: "Shall we go?"

>>43071143

> He repeated the last few words quietly to himself, then gave a slight nod. "Yes. Go." It was the only thing he had understood, but the meaning of her question was clear enough, especially with the wing-gesture thrown in.
> Perhaps he was more capable than Thistle thought and he'd learn quickly. The man *had* surprised her in the past. Immersed in the group of ponies every hour of the day would accelerate his mastery of the language, just as it had done hers when the roles were reversed.
"Okay, let's go. Um- [Hisein, you will lead the way to the hole between worlds?]"
> She was almost certain she could do it, but there was no time to lose. The night was already well advanced and they had a long way to go before midnight.
> The little expedition headed out of the camp, watched by the Chieftain and his family, and some of the more prominent nomads. There was also Princess Twilight, who gave Luna a meaningful nod, which the latter returned.
> Then they were on their way.
> "You were going to tell us about the other world," Luna prompted once they were clear of the tents.
"Yes. First - the animals in that world do not think. Hisein will need to eat meat, but he will hunt for himself with the bow. You do not need to watch."
> Neither the Princess, nor any of her guards looked particularly perturbed by the news, so Thistle went on:
"Other than that, the winters are cold. You have tents, but you will need to make a fire. There are streams which flow even when everything is frozen, but the grass is not good under the snow. It rots. Now, you'll come across these nomad caravans..."

> ~~~~

> It had been a very long day and Thistle was tired. Her head was drooping and her eyes wanted to close, but she forced herself to stand in front of that place - that glitch in the world which led to the nomads' land. Her throat was dry and raspy from all the talking, but she'd kept at it until the last second.
> Luna and her Thestrals were on the other side, as was Hisein, still riding the gelding. They'd stood opposite Thistle, taking in the last minute instructions and guidance right up until the portal closed.
> Well, for *them* it closed, but for Thistle it flipped to a different one. It happened so suddenly it had made her rear up in fright. Snow was there one moment and gone the next. Her friends simply vanished. The brown leaves flicked to fresh green buds. Gray skies replaced by blue in an eyeblink.
> She stared at the other place as the realization slowly worked its way through her tired mind. Six months had just passed for Luna and the others. The hole in space had flipped to the future once more.
> A part of her had been hoping it would open to a scene of the ponies waiting to return, Rainy Day safely in tow, all of them happy and triumphant.

>>43071147

> It had been a long shot and she'd known it would take them more than six months to get oriented and find their lost citizen.
> Her ears still folded down and her head sagged in disappointment. She sighed and turned to leave, when Temir laid a gentle palm on her head.
> "[Here, drink,]" he said. He held a water skin by its throat in his other hand.
"Say it in Equestrian," she prompted. It was a rasp and it hurt her throat, but she managed an encouraging smile.
> "Uh," he began and frowned in thought. "Water. You water."
> It wasn't perfect, but it was understandable. She parted her lips and he carefully dribbled a slow stream of water into her mouth. It was a lot easier for him to do than herself.
> She hadn't realized, until now, just how badly she needed it. She'd talked for over six hours, all told. With luck, at lest some of her disjointed rambling would be useful to Luna and her guards. Maybe if they met the Andronoskaya, and if they remembered some names she'd given them, they could employ their help. On the other hand, if they met the Ulan-Zuk, they'd know to stay away from them.
> Hisein would guide them, of course, but there was the language barrier and anything the ponies knew themselves would very likely prove useful.
> Except, by now, she remembered, he probably already spoke pretty good Equestrian. It *had* been six months for him, too.
> She hoped they were all right and hadn't suffered any hardship. They had had plenty of supplies for the winter.
> "Come," Temir said with a thick accent. "Come. Tent. Come."
> He was motioning her toward the solitary tent he and the other two hunters had set up. They had all wanted to see Luna succeed, and waiting at the portal for a few hours wasn't such an ordeal. Even if they didn't find Rainy Day, they would be back within sixteen hours. They'd agreed that the ponies wouldn't stay in the nomads' world more than two years.
> Two years. The thought still failed to fully register. They'd been together only a few minutes ago!
> The others near Ponyville would be alright for a day.
"Wake me up if they come back," she told Temir.
> His confused look told her his Equestrian wasn't quite up to the task. She rolled her eyes and repeated:
"[Wake me if they return. It will be when the sun is rising.]"
> At her words he shook his head. "[I will sleep too. Izzet and Willow will watch, they will sleep when the sun comes up.]"
"[Oh.]"
> That explained why there was only one tent. In complete honesty, they probably didn't need even that one. Then again, the weather above the forest was wild, so she couldn't rely on a timely warning from the Pegasi in case of rain.

>>43071151

> She nudged the flap open, then tossed it to one side so it would stay that way. The night was warm and the inside of the tent would quickly become suffocating if it was closed.
> The cot was already calling to her, and she gratefully fell down. The hard ground was jarring, even after a single night spent in her old bed, but it would do. She was exhausted.
> A moment later, the nomad flopped down beside her. His side pressed against her back, but she didn't mind. It was nice to have company. She'd gotten used it with Rangi over the winter months. Hopefully the Ruslan boy was doing well in the new land. They hadn't been able to so much as speak since the negotiations had started.
> Temir's hand patted her flank and she let out a deep sigh.
"Good night."
> "Good night."
> The pronunciation was still off, but it was recognizable. She closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing all her muscles.

>>43071152


There we go! We get to see what this thing looks like from the home side. Kinda freaky, gotta admit. Any bets on how Lulu will do over there?

Maybe more interestingly, originally there was an idea for another writefag, who is knowledgeable about ancient China, to pick up Rainy Day's story to run alongside this green. It didn't pan out, but how cool would that have been, huh?

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>>43070578
The real question is: does the mare serve you or do you "serve" the mare?

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>>43072238
Love is all about sharing, and that includes service

>>43072238
She serves herself to me for me to serve her.

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>>43072848
Lazy ass

>>43073044
She's a pony mare, not an ass!

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>>43073130
I don't know, seems like a cute little donk to me