>>42989812
Extremely silly hoers

>>42956549
>nomads tried the drink
Black might not be the best choice as an introduction.
>Intor had insisted on
What is she doing there in the first place? I mean Salki or Draga makes no effort to remove her from "power" (by simply not involving her).
>without Thistle's, or Twilight's permission
Authority!
>'gifts'
Just ask Trixie to make some more! I'm sure there is a room in the castle full of teacups.
>You will stay with us.
Whatever Thistle thinks, she should stay for at least the first night. Or take the bath then come back. Also bath scene!
>I promise
Yea, those promises of hers aren't worth much.
>pointed at Willow. "[You. You will go with her.
Seems like Darga has a grudge against Thistle or something. Sending Willow instead of Salki (or literarly anyone else).
>for you and Buygra
Both? The wording is a bit confusing here, I assumed only Buygra comes.

>final bath scene
We will cherish it.

Thanks for the update!

>>42989845
Cute batmaid, would let her nibble on my neck
That's super racist, thestrals are fruit bats not vamponies, but she doesn't say anything because it's an excuse to cuddle.

>>42989958
Orange cat will bite you despite not being a vampire. What about orange horses?

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Mare is for conscription

sex (gentle) with soap bubble

Does anyone have the names of some fics where the characters are used and treated like farm animals (like how real life ponies are small horses used on small farms) despite being sapient in the MLP setting?

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>>42990337
A cutie!

>>42990466
That's kind of rare here despite how obvious it would be. We get a lot of forced employees and personal servants.
https://pastebin.com/nw05bqmx
https://pastebin.com/Er7B33yB
https://ponepaste.org/1747
https://ponepaste.org/2328
These four have farmpones as either a major focus or a side mention. I think there's a couple more but I can't remember which they are. If you're looking for ponies treated like mindless beasts, I think we got one crossover green from the old Hassenfeld thread?

>>42990466
>and treated like farm animals
Not really the topic of this thread. The slave labor ones are as close as it gets to that concept.

>>42990967
Too much blue cubes

>>42991933
Vega when?
I bet on never ever

>>42989992
If this was real, I’d buy it in a heartbeat. God, I wish ponies were real, even in the form of robots.

>>42992472
>$900+ for a medium amount of ram
Have to start harvesting kidneys to purchase a roboponer.

>>42990488
>>42990629
Thanks.

>>42992762
Roboponers are cloud based. All your sins are stored forever on a server somewhere for further evaluation if neccessary.

>>42993399
Hot

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Bed warmer: active

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>>42990337
dont distract her from her duties anon, she takes them very seriously

>>42994486
Cute mare spotted

>>42994213
A necessary purchase for this bullshit weather

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90% cat

>>42994213
And memory foam shaper!

>>42994486
good poni deserves a day of rest

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Nobody wants changelings.
Someone should post the "mile long dildo" pic with lingling. I can't find it.

Are there any ideas you'd like to see more of in spg stories?

>>42996334
I'd like to see more petting of the pony, I think stories where the pony gets a treat are very good, my favourite stories are where the pony does good and Master gives her a treat and scratches behind the ears. I think that's a good kind of story that we need more of.

>>42996334
How horny are we talking?

>>42997764
How horny are you thinking?

>>42999118
hornymaxing

>>42998798
The scowl makes it better

>>42998673
>blleeeeeh-flpfpfpfp

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>she can tell you have treats in your pocket

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Naughty pones get the cone of shame until they can behave.

slide thread

>>42999354
You don't even know what that means, do you?

>>42999258
A salty one.

>>42999604
So what? Slow threads get bumped sometimes.
This thread is a general that's been going for over a decade, of course it's slow as hell.

>>42999708
Which purpose does her master planning to use the brush for?

I've had to do an emergency travel to a branch office, and I'm still airport-ing my way around. It's 1 AM where I am right now and flight at 6 AM. No update this last Thursday, but I did drop an update in the bin the previous week while the thread was ded. Would someone be kind enough to chop it up and post it in the thread while I catch up on 24h of sleep tomorrow? Should go back to normal after Monday, so next update will be ready on Thu.

>>42999908
Take your time

>>42999908
>ould someone be kind enough to chop it up and post it in the thread while I catch up on 24h of sleep tomorrow?
I might give it a go tonight if no one else does by then.

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Ponies are the ideal workforce in many industries.

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It want

>>42999748
Good slaves get it on the head.
Bad slaves get it on the rump.

>>42999946
>>42999908

> The door should have creaked when it opened. There should have been a dusty, moldy smell. Despite everything she had been told about how the portal's time worked, Thistle's gut instinct told her she would walk into an abandoned building. After all, it was her own apartment with its familiar green welcome mat and faded pink door. Nopony would have gone in over the past two years.
> Maybe that was why she hesitated for long heartbeats on the threshold. The inside was gloomy in the night, but she reached for the light switch by pure reflex and the perfectly normal interior was revealed. There was the sofa where she often sat to read the morning newspaper.
> Through the opposite wall was the kitchen and her dining table. The glass was still there, empty where she'd drank orange juice before going for her run. The dish, full of crumbs, was in the sink where she'd left it, only a day ago by Ponyville's clocks.
> Now that she was seeing her old place, everything was exactly as she remembered it. Before she'd entered, she probably wouldn't be able to describe a single room or piece of furniture. She'd lived in tents and out in the open for so long that those scenes had crowded out everything else.
> It was amazing how her old memories came rushing back. The sudden nostalgia for the familiar brought tears to her eyes and she had to blink a few times to see.
> See! She had her spare glasses in the cabinet by her bed! She'd be able to see clearly again!
> That thought, more than the others, spurred her on and Thistle ventured a few cautious hoofsteps inside and the two nomads followed. They both had to stoop a little to avoid banging into the door frame, but the ceiling was tall enough so they could straighten up, if barely.
> They also looked around with amazement, although for different reasons than she.
"[Well...]" she managed at last. "[Come in. We will wash first and then I will make a cot for you.]"
> She walked in the kitchen and glanced at the fridge. There wouldn't be much, but she always had ingredients for a simple tomato, lettuce, and hay salad. Perhaps there would be some cheese and some bread which she could offer her guests. It would still be fresh. She had to force herself to remember that.
> Amidst her incredulity, long-forgotten habits were starting to surface. Mechanically, almost without thinking what she was doing, she went to the cupboard and took out two glasses. She placed them on the table next to hers. There was a fresh carton in the fridge, exactly where she always kept one to have fresh, icy-cold orange juice always available.
"[Close the- close the wood flap!]"

>>43000774

> She would have to start inventing new words, but for now she could adapt familiar terms from the tents. Buygra understood and obeyed, while Willow joined her and picked up one of the glasses. "[What kind of stone is this? It looks like ice, but it is not cold. Is it magic?]"
"[No, it's just this kind of a material. A little like a jewel, but it has no color, and it has been shaped. It will hold water, look.]"
> She poured into the other two glasses and he quickly lowered his to get a share. His tongue was already poking out, remembering some of the interesting drinks he had sampled at the town hall. The glass would be the only new thing for him. Her assistant, having taken one look at her 'guests', had decided to give them the set of wooden mugs and clay ewers, which had been a wise bit of initiative to save their fine crystal glassware from the obviously uncivilized barbarians.
> Both nomads downed their glasses and asked for more, so the juice carton was soon empty and she put it on the counter to deal with later. For now, she needed her own drink to ease her sore, aching throat. She was not used to talking for hours on end, not anymore.
> Could it really have been no more than a day or so since she'd exited that door? Her gaze was drawn to the entrance and she tried to imagine it with the morning sun streaming in the living room window, rather than late at night.
> A huge yawn cracked open her jaw and she arched her back in a luxurious stretch.
> She was home. At times she hadn't believed she would ever return.
> Bath first!
"[I will go and wash myself. You can sit on these- the wooden things. Wait for me. I will make the water for you as well, and then for Buygra.]"
> "[No,]" Willow said. "[Mother said we are not to leave your side. We will both go with you.]"
> It was weird, and having people *in her own bathroom* would make it doubly so, but it wasn't like Thistle hadn't bathed in the stream with nomads around before. She also knew, from experience, that these people weren't particularly squeamish about their modesty. Neither Willow nor Buygra would think much of bathing together, although they probably wouldn't scrub each other's backs, like the women usually did.
> They'd do it for her, though. She could certainly put their hands to good use! She hardly hesitated before discarding her wolf skin cloak and tossing it into the corner.
"[Okay, come on then.]"

>>43000776

> The mirror was the biggest shock. Both men jumped when they glimpsed their reflection, then went through the stages of incredulity, as Thistle had begun to call them. First there was fear of the unknown, followed by wary curiosity. Then came interested exploration as they examined their own faces and tried to see their backs. She put a stop to it when Buygra started to remove his furs to see himself naked.
> After a busy few minutes, while she pillaged her drawers for shampoo, soap, and a series of brushes, came the pretend disinterest. Both men endeavored to display how the mirror was nothing out of the ordinary.
> Their interests diverged after that. Buygra came over to inspect her tools of ablation, while Willow tried to reach the ceiling lamp to see how it worked. She'd told him off when he started looking for something to stand upon.
> She wisely waited until she had both their attention before opening the tap. It was another novelty, prompting the same cycle of shock, curiosity, experimentation, and disinterest. By the time the water had turned hot, the floor tiles were wet and slippery.
> Also, she was getting tired of explaining all these novelties as "magic". True, for a lot of them that *was* the actual explanation, and even she herself didn't know more than that, but plumbing was ultimately graspable, even to nomads. It was just that she was exhausted from talking.
> In the end she'd made a deal with the pair: If they stopped asking and accepted that things just were as they were, she would do her very best to explain them in the morning.
> Gradually, the two nomads became accustomed to the novelty and the atmosphere turned from wary curiosity to an almost jovial one. They'd all laughed when Willow, having smelled her soap, bit into it. It was pear-scented so he thought it would taste like one of Mrs. Cake's tarts back at the town hall.
> She and Buygra had a good laugh at the faces he made, and then the other man, idiot that he was, repeated the experiment. At least he only licked it, and didn't actually bite into the thing! Thistle didn't mind - it did them all good to lighten the mood.
> Eventually the tub was half-full, and she decided that was enough. They'd have to change the water several times anyway, she thought, for each of them.
"[I will go in now. You can help me wash where I can't reach with the soap.]"
> That first step was the most intense, and he breath caught as she lowered her foreleg into the water. She'd made it extra hot, and the touch of that water made her knees go soft.
> She didn't remember when she'd clambered over the edge, but the next thing she knew she was lowering her entire body into the tub. It was like a hug, the heat pulsing against her muscles and drawing *years* worth of tension from them.

>>43000779

> There was splashing and sloshing beside her, and the water level rose. She managed to open one eye and saw that Buygra had joined her. He was naked, but at that point she didn't much care.
> "[This magical water feels nice,]" he commented. "[So warm. Very good.]"
> It was already turning brown, even without any scrubbing. She would begin in a moment, just as soon as she'd let herself enjoy the heat for a few more moments.
> "[Move,]" Willow said, pushing on her nose.
> She pinned her ears down in annoyance, but by the time she looked he was already slipping into the water right in front of her. There wasn't really enough room, and both nomads had to sit upright, with the mare wedged between them.
"[No, we can't all three of us fit! You'll spill-]"
> It was too late and water was already sloshing over the edge. The tiny outlet just below the tap couldn't quite cope with the quick rise in volume.
> She heaved a sigh, but cleaning up the room was a secondary concern, something to think about in the morning. With some trouble she managed to get into a half-sitting, half-leaning position between the two. Leaning on Buygra, to be exact. Somehow Willow found room to bring his arms to her and began massaging her sides.
> The complaints died on her lips. It was nice to be sandwiched like that, almost fully submerged in hot water, and with someone else dealing with the business of cleaning her fur.
"[Mmm. Good. Keep going. Take that white- uh- soft stone. The one you bit. Rub it on me.]"
> Willow looked skeptical, but eventually he did as instructed. The whole room began to smell of pear and the white suds were quickly covering up the dirty water. Of course he had to stop, first when he ran it through his hands to see how the foam was being made, and then again when it slipped out of his grasp.
> She closed her eyes again and barely noticed when one nomad passed the soap to another and the ministration began on her back. It was all she could do to keep her head upright.
"[We will change the water soon. Mm, let me clean my face.]"
> Somehow she lifted her hoof above the water's surface to take the soap, but Buygra instead said: "[Turn around. Face me.]"
> It wasn't easy, but she shuffled around until her back was pressing into Willow's knees.
> "[Close your eyes,]" Buygra said. "[This white thing stings if it gets in them.]"
> She noticed that his were red, and realized he spoke from hard-won experience. Following his advice, she squeezed her eyelids tightly shut.

>>43000780

> There were some wet noises as he fiddled with the soap, then he put his fingers on her muzzle. His nimble, supple fingers, still hot from the water and covered with soap. They smelled, and felt, incredible. A half-sigh, half-moan escaped her and her head lolled forward until Buygra pushed firmly on her nose. "[Stay up!]" he ordered.
> With only a minor scrunch of annoyance, Thistle put in the effort required to hold her head up. The reward was worth it! Buygra worked the soap into the sensitive fur and massaged her in ways she'd never felt before. She worried idly if her face would melt so much that it would come away in his hands.
> The treatment went on for an eternity, then stopped mere seconds after it had begun. A plaintive, wailing grunt escaped her.
> "[Don't look yet!]" Buygra said, anticipating what she was about to do.
> He cupped water and poured it on her face, washing off most of the suds. Now that she understood, she waited patiently, careful not to breathe at the wrong moment.
> "[The water is dirty,]" Willow commented. "[How do we change it.]"
"[Thing. At the bottom. There's a- a- like rope, but made from metal bits. Pull it.]"
> There was some shuffling as he sought, then a pause. "[I am sitting on it. Wait.]"
> The water level went down as he stood and Thistle nearly fell backward as her support vanished. She scrabbled for the edge of the tub and Buygra caught her with a hand around her fetlock.
> Then she heard the telltale sound of the plug being pulled from the drain and the familiar gurgle of the pipes as the tub began to empty.
"[I'll tell you tomorrow where it goes!]" she replied, anticipating the question.
> Hearing Willow's mouth snap shut brought a pleased little smile to her lips.
> Finally she got her eyes open and looked directly into Buygra's smirk. When he saw her looking, he winked. "[Xuan says I am good with my hands, but I usually have to touch her on the other end to make her look like that.]"
"[Shut up! It's just- I haven't bathed like this in a long time. I missed it.]"
> "[I can see why,]" he replied, cupping a handful of water and letting it dribble between his fingers.
> Behind her, Willow snorted. "[It is nice, but it is not something we nomads should do often. Maybe the women.]"
"[Why not? It wouldn't hurt to be clean! You'll see! You'll feel much better when you're clean and dry!]"

>>43000783

> "[Maybe so,]" Willow acceded, "[but having this every day would make us soft. How would a man face winter on the plains if he got used to this warmth? Think of how much wood we would need to gather to heat the water! We would need to carry this thing,]" he rapped his knuckles against the porcelain, "[around with us. Who would do that?]"
> There were obvious answers to all of his concerns, but Thistle's brain was fuzzy from the exhaustion, the crash from the heights of coffee, and the insidious stupor brought on by a hot bath.
> "[Now what? How do we get new water?]"
"[Put the thing back. On the bottom. Make sure it fits tightly. Then lift the metal bit. Yes, that one. Turn it a little to me.]"
> She reached a hoof over to feel the water, then nudged the tap a little more to the hot side. They were all used to the water now, so she could go further. It was almost scalding where it began to pool against her croup and haunches. Just the way she'd imagined it.
> After a moment, Willow sat back down, hissing slightly at the water. "[Are you sure it is not too hot? We don't want to cook our balls!]"
"[It will be fine. You'll get used to it.]"
> Quietly, she thought to herself: 'Now who's soft?!'
"[The soft stone again. Take that handle there, too. The yellow parts can be used to brush my fur. It will make it easier to clean.]"
> More than that, it would function as a deep massage, but she didn't say that part out loud. She wasn't too selfish, though, not with everything she'd had to go through to get this small luxury.
"[You should use it on yourself, too.]"
> "[What should I do?]" Buygra asked.
> She looked at him and bit her lip. In the end, temptation won out.
"[Can you clean my face again? The same way you did? I think it is still dirty.]"
> He grinned knowingly, but didn't object, and she smiled back at him as she closed her eyes.
> Already the heat was seeping deep into her bones as the water level rose, and soon it would fully enfold her like a soft, warm blanket.
> After that, she would have the two rub her down with a towel. It'd be *more* massage. Maybe she should thank Intor for her insistence on having her watched. She'd definitely have to thank the two nomads for their efforts.
> Maybe she would take them to Sugarcube Corner in the morning and get them a few cupcakes. Maybe some chocolates for their special ladies, to make sure they got a proper thanks later, back in the tents.
> She'd need to remember where she kept her bits, but there was probably a purse in one of the kitchen drawers. If not, Mrs. Cake would open a tab.
> Problems for another age, though. For now, Thistle was having a longed-for spa day.

>>43000783

Paste: https://ponepaste.org/11514
>>42999908
Hope I did an alright job with it. Tried to cut it up where there felt like fairly natural breaks.

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My horse keeps looking at me like this and it's making me nervous

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>>42993522
She's a real troublemaker

>>43000790
A bath time years in the making. Oh what luxury!

>>43000972
She might be in heat.

>>43003052
Master should get her a cooler. Can't remember which green it was in, maybe Vega's?

>>42999908
>I've had to do an emergency travel
At least its work related and not health related.

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>>43000110

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Maids!

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>>43000785
>group bath scene
Naughty, naughty Thistle!

>>43005016
Yeah, we know. This isn't a transformation thread.
This is for keeping ponies as pets.

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>>43003948

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Very needy pone

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Extra-strong portable heater

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Worth the investment

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>ignores the toy
>plays with the box instead
Everytime. Why do I even bother.

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>>43006845

>>43006845
This is heresy! Ponies supposed to love baths in this thread.

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>>43008431

It never ceases to amuse me how the general that was all about owning ponies as slaves very quickly became known as 'the white knight general'.
Pretty good case about how not-cruel humans can be desu.

>Your obedient robot waifu is actually not an AGI, it's remotely controlled by changelings in shifts, primary purpose is gathering love remotely, accumulate love until there's enough to overthrow the human order.
Your reaction?..

>>43010231
I think I would quickly notice if something I talked about in the morning would be forgotten in the afternoon, but remembered again in the next morning.

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>>43010379
Tremble, Anon the Horsefucker, i invented ADHD robot

bump

>>43010765
sliderfag posted this

>>43011010
No, I posted it because the thread was on p10 and I didn't have time to pick an image.
Also take your autistic slapfight and go fuck yourself.

>>43010494
Does this mean earth ponies are dumb?

>>43011371
>2015
The golden age.

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Assistant pony

>>43012189
Do ponies with thick fur has to wear protective gloves? Fur is a good insulator.

>>43012201
Not just fur, ponies in general are highly resistant to electrical shocks.
But pony follows the rules even if they don't make sense.