slave pony thread 322 - /mlp/

Anonymous10/22/26, 16:02No.43645808Slave Pony Thread #322

Previous thread: >>43525009 Archive Link: - https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/43525009 It's just AWF. This thread is solely for AWF. >What is this thread about? SPG (Slave Pony General) is about ponies as a slaves, usually owned by Anon. He can do whatever he wishes, be it white-knight or an abusing master. Most stories can be somewhat grim, but they tend to be a little more hopeful than our sister thread - SiM. Are you new and want to write your own story but have no previous experience? Check out these guides: https://poneb.in/V1ujiyJt https://poneb.in/bnMmZ2T3 https://poneb.in/g4VpEg4f (clop specific) We have a Discord server! https://discord.gg/b7EFmaj Remember not to save anything of value on pastebin, use ponepaste.org Have a broken pastebin link? Replace pastebin.com with poneb.in --- Ongoing Story: --- Barbarians (Mayor Mare) by AspiringWritefag - https://ponepaste.org/5389 - https://ponepaste.org/7856 - https://ponepaste.org/9738 - https://ponepaste.org/11514 --- Useful Links --- ~~~ Recommended Stories for New Readers: https://ponepaste.org/1587 ~~~ Completed Stories [37]: https://ponepaste.org/1589 ~~~ Popular Stories: https://ponepaste.org/1579 ~~~ All Stories [209]: https://ponepaste.org/1590 ~~~ One-Shot Stories [47]: https://ponepaste.org/1584 ~~~ Thread Archive: https://ponepaste.org/1642 (outdated) ~~~

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Anon10/22/26, 16:03No.43645810

>if you're willing to change a little Heh. Maybe the guy has some wisdom. >Could she have figured out about Neoma? Considering she did not figured out Salki and Thistle, no. >when it's time Sounds like an asshole move. I mean why not "we will tell them after we crossed"? >opened her mouth to argue How most bad things start with her. >Something has gone wrong! Let me guess, a few of them crossed (for example children playing) or something and the portal cycled. At least this would be the most likely scenario. >What if Strange thoughts. Immediately making a LOT of assumptions. >They aren't saying anything Or they do but they can't understand it. Or they knocked themselves out cold. >mostly her pride which is hurt Ok, so not that bad. >she looked drunk Thistle knows that feeling well. >slipping into bits of the Royal Voice Poor eardrums of Twilight. Since Luna is standing above her directly. >We have done enough damage as it is. Hm, since they are messing with time it could be serious. Did they just jump to modern times? >Apologies for what? Not delivering what was promised. >Worse Modern times here we go! >A long time forward. Now the questions is what era. >seven hundred years Oh. So not modern times. Also Rainy day is long long dead and most likely completely forgotten. >That is correct. At least their enemies are long gone and they are forgotten. >take some from a weaker people So immediately making some enemies. Good start... >I don't think people will accept that Do they have a choice? >Rainy Day is truly lost to us. Sad. >Remember that she wanted this. She wanted no change. Big difference. >Will you tell him what has happened? I don't think it will have that big of an effect on them. >I don't know. Maybe? Love? Definitely not. I have not seen a single sign of love. Fucking in itself is not love. This kind of caring is not romantic love. >Equestria will always welcome you back. Oh they will see her sooner than later. >what Luna would say if she knew? Probably nothing. She would just terminate the pregnancy and that's it.>looks like Rainy Day is safe Was safe. Probably. They have no way of finding out what happened to her. I don't think the people kept written records. What happened a thousand year ago is just folklore to them. >small group of bronze age savages Probably not much change. Maybe cities got bigger and they started to enter iron age.Thanks for the update!

Anon10/22/26, 16:04No.43645817

I wanted to post this image, but then I remembered the general turns eleven in two weeks.

Anon10/22/26, 16:54No.43645977

Anon10/22/26, 18:50No.43646198

>>Continued> The wind sneaked its way under her coat and really *bit*, regardless of any fur she had in the way. Thistle tried to shrug and wiggle the thing into a better fit, but all she did was open more avenues for the freezing afternoon air. > She was bathed in sunlight, but it didn't really help, not with the heavenly orb so low and red. She shivered even as she looked upon the splendor. It painted a fantastic picture of the landscape, perhaps even one worthy of the chill. > There was beauty in the nomad world. She had to keep telling herself that. > Beside her Salki was shuffling from foot to foot. If she hadn't known it was him, she wouldn't have recognized him. The poor man was wrapped from head to toe, with only his eyes visible above the thick, cotton scarf which was wrapped around his face. > Were it not so *damned* cold, she would have recognized him by smell, but this deep in winter her nose seemed permanently stuffed. That last part was also a blessing, since she had to live with the nomads in tight, unventilated tents. She herself was no rose, come to think of it. They'd arrived into this familiar, yet new, world on the heels of autumn and it would be months until the air warmed up. They were also up in the mountains, which added to the whole effect. > Despite the harsh conditions, the people were in good spirits. > "[They caught elk yesterday,]" Salki said, voice slightly hoarse from a cough he'd been fighting for what felt like the whole winter. "[Good. The people will eat.]" > "[We were nearly out of pony food. This is good. We can live in this land.]" "[You doubted it?]" > She took her eyes off the spectacular sunset to grin at the man in jest, and she saw the tiny wrinkles around his eyes as he smiled in turn. "[No, but it is still good news.]" "[It also means more food for me.]" > "[You have plenty of food left. The grain is set aside for you specially.]" "[We will use that to plant when it gets warmer.]" > At this, Salki lost his smile. He looked over his shoulder, half-expecting his mother to be standing there with her usual disapproving frown. "[You know we nomads don't do that. We have to move. Planting and waiting for things to grow prevents us from moving. It's what the city people do.]" "[It means everyone has food.]" > He didn't answer that and she found herself grateful. It would waste the beautiful sunset to start that old argument yet again, especially when she knew it was Darga who made the decisions, all in all. > Perhaps she could start working on that bit, instead? "[You need to be stronger,]" she told him. > "[What do you mean? Why?]" "[Your mother tells you what to do.]" > He turned away so she wouldn't see even the small glimpse of his face. "[Mother has good advice.]"

Anon10/22/26, 20:42No.43646553

Anon10/22/26, 21:34No.43646760

Anon10/22/26, 22:23No.43646926

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gingering >I want to do this to a pony >I want to own pony servants and have them tend to my needs >I want to dote on them and treat them lovingly >I want to have friends to come overI want to shove raw ginger into their ponuts to make them more presentable >I want my pony servants to push through the discomfort and act normal in front of the guests >I want to praise them for their good job once the guests leave >I want to do this every time guests come over >I want to make them develop a fetish for gingering >I want to make them aroused every time I tell there will be guests >I want to give my stallions hard-ons every time I tell them to be ready >I want to make my mares wink every time they see me buy ginger root >I want to be forced to stop once my pony servants are too aroused from the ginger in their ponuts to act normal >I don't even like ginger

Anon10/23/26, 03:52No.43647509