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Maid teamwork makes the house cleaner!

>>42573247
Would a pegasus be allowed to use wings for reaching high shelves? She would inevitably blow the dust everywhere

throwing this african thread to archives when it reaches page 10

>>42573250
It's unsafe to fly indoors, anon.

scrub the poner
someone get the bumpmare back on duty, shes been slacking for a whole month

Heated bed

>>42573487
30% cat
Not as good at jumping

>>42573253
That leaning tower of Pone doesn't look safe either

>>42573487
Seems like there is room for one more pony there.

Extremely soft maids

>>42573242 (OP)
>Most Recently Completed Story
It's sad that it's been the same for 4 years already.

>>42574099
Did anything come out of that Applejack green?

scritchascritcha

>>42574808
The western style one? Or are you talking about something else?

>>42574835
Post-hurricane one i think

>>42574893
Anon, that green died a long long time ago. Maybe like 8 years ago.

>>42574382
TEATAAAAA!

Wash the pone
Scrub her real good
Lather, rinse, repeat

>>42574382
MILKA SIRS

Emotional support pony please
It would make life so much easier to bear

>>42573566
Don't let the OSHA pony see.

She got in the cabinet

lil horsie likes being carried around all day

>>42578079
Hehehehmhmheh. I am Mareholio!

The pony uprising has begun
Now hoomin will have a set bedtime

P10 in 2 hours wow

Dirty, stinky poner gets maximum scrubbing

>>42575607
>>42581480
This belongs to the neet pony thread.

>>42582055
Floorb would be much happier as a comfort pony.

L41. And she is good at it.

>>42531386

> It was the same old celebration when the traders came. If anything, it was louder and crazier, what with the clan's newfound wealth produced by Janus and his rapidly-learning apprentices.
> The memories of the circle hunt and the lingering doubts about Rangi still weighed heavily on Thistle, but she was able to push it aside for a much more important mission: finding out about Rainy Day.
> Perhaps this visit would be the one! It wasn't the usual caravan which the Borchi-Quin were familiar with, but rather a new group of traders. One she knew by reputation, but hadn't otherwise met. Their leader was called Aybek, and he'd been hustled into the Chieftain's tent with Salki and Darga as soon as he entered the camp.
> Now she was standing in front, the bonfire to her back and the beat of the nomads' drums in her ears. If she wasn't paying attention her hooves began to prance in place out of sheer nerves and a desperate need for some good news.
> More than once Thistle had darted away, determined to ask another trader what they knew, but even her rising status as the unofficial shaman, and her position in Salki's household didn't mean anything in the crazy, free-for-all melee around the traders' crude, hastily-erected stands.
> She'd tried to push her way into the thick of it, but as soon as it became obvious that she didn't have any valuables to trade and only wanted information, the traders lost interest and simply ignored her. Not long after that, the press of nomad bodies gradually pushed her out.
> True, she could have stood her ground, even forced her way to the strangers with her earth pony strength, but all that would achieve would be to make them resentful and hostile. Worse, she might end up with a few new enemies in the camp, too!
> No, the easiest route to information was to wait for the traders' leader, Aybek, and hope that her being a pony would be sufficiently interesting that he'd talk to her for a while. As far as she'd been able to learn, Aybek didn't do any trading personally and instead used his position and influence to negotiate larger deals with powerful and important leaders. No doubt he was attempting just that, having seen the Borchi-Quin's new bronze tools and weapons.
> Knowing all that didn't make it any easier to wait, though. She glanced around at the nomads, especially the young hunters who had gotten a skin of beer and were passing it around near the bonfire. She licked her lips and almost went over, before she got herself under control.
> That would be an exceedingly stupid idea. Not only would she miss Aybek, but the drink would addle her mind and she wouldn't make any progress in her important mission until the next day, which would be made all the more miserable for a hangover.

>>42582883

> She couldn't help licking her lips at the memory, though. The beer didn't taste particularly nice, but it left a pleasing aftertaste of grain and it was deliciously bitter in a land where few other things could match it. Most importantly, the world looked a lot simpler, nicer, and a lot more fun when she drank.
> A hand on her croup made her twist around. It was Rangi, looking rather pleased with himself.
"[What do you want? I'm busy!]"
> Without any warning, his hand slid back and his fingers slipped under her tail. She stiffened and nearly bucked him, only managing to stay her hooves through dint of sheer effort.
"[Stop that!]" she hissed in a whisper. "[What if someone sees!]"
> "[No one will see. They are busy getting drunk, and they are not looking. It is dark and I'm leaning over you. Don't you like it?]"
> His fingers groped inexpertly, but she was in no mood to indulge him. He didn't know that, but even his clumsy fumbling would have been enough to incite her, if only she had time for it. Before it could get any further, she stepped forward and twirled around so she could glare at the young man.
"[You must never do that! Never unless I say so, and unless we are completely alone, understand!]"
> The heated words lost some of their power because she'd had to speak them so quietly, but she made up for that lack with a ferocious glare.
> Unfortunately all it did was make Rangi giggle. She stared in half-fury, half-bewilderment when he reached out his finger - the same one he'd been trying to stick inside her - and pushed it against her nose. "[Your face is making wrinkles. Did you know it could do that?]"
> Mentioning it outright just made her angry scrunch even deeper. She shook her head to get rid of the digit, but not before he left a smear of her own scent. She wiped it off with her fetlock, or it would distract her from her goal. Once that was done, she flattened her ears and opened her mouth to chew the hapless boy out when she smelled his breath.
"[You're drunk!]"
> "[No,]" Rangi said, "[but I got a little beer.]"
"[Where?! Who gave it to you?]"
> He looked around and settled his gaze on the central bonfire, then lifted his arm to point in the general direction. "[Izzet let me take a swallow from his skin. Do you want some? I can go and ask him if he will give you a swallow, too!]"
> Thistle froze. Even her breath stopped as she fought with her own desire. One swallow, he'd said, and it was unlikely he would get even that much. It wouldn't mess her up, and it might relax her. It would make it easier to wait, and perhaps lower her anxiety a little.
"[One! Not more than one!]"

>>42582885

> As an extra benefit, it would send Rangi away, at least for a while. He might not return after he failed to procure any more beer, which would suit the mare just fine. There wasn't an actual downside, come to think of it.
> Rangi clapped his hands together in delight and hurried off, and she turned back to the tent to wait.
> The thick leather muffled most of the sound and the people inside weren't talking loudly. She caught an occasional exclamation, or a laugh, but couldn't tell what they were saying.
> She considered going closer, maybe poking a hoof through the flap, or leaning an ear against the fabric in the back. For that matter, she even considered crazier schemes, like finding a ladder and climbing up to the hole for smoke. Surely she would hear them *then*! That plan fell through when she remembered that nomads didn't have ladders. Perhaps that could be a nice "invention" she could introduce at some point, though she couldn't think just what they might use them for now that they'd gone out of the forest.
> Even more importantly, if they caught her eavesdropping there could be trouble. Probably not from Salki, and maybe not from Aybek, but Darga would take it very personally and there was no telling what Saule would do when she found out.
> She wasn't in the meeting, but she was very protective of what she considered 'Salki's honor'.
> Thistle let her head lower and heaved a forlorn sigh. She wished fervently they would hurry up and agree on whatever trade they were discussing. She had something a lot more important to ask Aybek!
>...
> They were *still* not done and the mare was at her wits' end. She considered barging in with some made-up emergency when she heard someone walking up behind her.
> It was Rangi, probably to tell her he'd failed in procuring her a drink. That was an annoyance, since she'd been hoping he'd stay away, or at least that Aybek would be done before he returned.
> She rolled her eyes and looked back at the youth.
"[Didn't get it, did you?]"
> He shook his head and waved his arms, but didn't speak. That was unusual, but not too strange if he was dejected at his failure. Except that he didn't seem too downcast. The corners of his mouth were quirked up and his eyes were twinkling in the firelight as he motioned her to turn around with his hand.
> She couldn't tell what was wrong with him, but he certainly wasn't behaving normally. She glanced at the tent, then faced him, more out of sheer curiosity than at his request. His hand found her muzzle and cupped it.
> Was he trying another hare-brained scheme to get her in the mood for some play? She couldn't tell what he was about, but she didn't pull away, or push him aside. Not yet. Maybe it was sheer exasperation, or maybe it was curiosity.

>>42582889

> He gently, but firmly guided her face higher, closer to his. Was he going to kiss her?
> At that thought she did try to escape and even lifted her foreleg to push the stupid man aside. He was faster. His grip became iron and he closed the remaining distance before she could fully react. His lips crushed against her and she smelled a strong odor of beer.
> Completely drunk, she figured. Apparently he *did* get more beer, but drank it all himself despite his offer. Typical, but perhaps it was for the best.
> The thoughts flashed through her mind, almost in the background as she tried to twist away before someone could see. Rangi held her firmly, and forced his tongue between her lips.
> She opened her mouth, partly out of shock and partly to yell at him, when a trickle of fluid flowed from his mouth into hers.
> It was beer. The idiot had been keeping a mouthful of beer, and now he was letting it spill through to her.
> Sheer surprise at the realization froze her in place, and she swallowed reflexively before it poured down her larynx and into her lungs.
> There was more than she was expecting. It explained why Rangi's face had seemed strange to her eyes.
> A few more swallows and it was gone. He released her and withdrew his face with a triumphant grin. "[There!]" he said happily. "[Beer for you, just like I said! No one would give me a skin, not even when it was almost empty. I begged the hunters for a swallow and they gave me, so I brought it to you!]"
> Thistle shook her head in dismay, although she had to admit that the beer tasted almost nice. Maybe a light aftertaste of Rangi helped, or maybe it was fresher than what she usually had, but the aroma of hops was especially strong, and the normal bitterness wasn't tainted by the usual stink of the nomads' waterskins.
> She licked her lips and swallowed the little that was left.
"[You are an idiot]" she chided, but her heart wasn't really in it. "[What if someone saw?!]"
> Rangi waved a dismissive hand. "[People told me you used to do this when you got drunk. They would think you simply got drunk again. No one would care what happens to-]"
> He fell silent and she saw his fists clench. His face darkened as he almost growled the last word: "[-slave.]"
> She didn't know how to respond to that, and couldn't quite meet his gaze. She made her voice gentle and quiet:
"[Well, thank you. You kept your promise. The beer was nice.]"
> The praise cheered him up a little, though Rangi still looked glum. "[I said I would bring you some beer,]" he repeated.
"[You did. Look-]"
> Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe she was only telling herself that to make the words come out more easily. Surely a mouthful of beer wasn't enough to have any kind of an effect on her, right?

>>42582892

"[I really have to speak with Aybek. It's important. I have to find out if he knows anything about my pony friend. We came to this world together, but she was sold to some traders. I've been trying to find her ever since.]"
> "[I'm sorry,]" Rangi said and his words sounded heartfelt. It wasn't much different than what had happened to him, and what was happening to his friends and family right at that moment. Thistle hadn't wanted to think about it, but Janus' metal tools weren't the only riches the Borchi-Quin possessed.
"[Yeah. Look, go to Xuan. Say I sent you and ask her to loan you a water skin. Then go to Janus and ask him to give you a small knife, or a bracelet. Tell him it's for me, that I sent you. If you get it, trade it for as much beer as you can, okay?]"
> This plan made him perk up, and the young man was watching her intently. "[Then what?]"
"[Hide it. You can go to Xuan, you can trust her. When I am done with Aybek I will find you. I wanted to talk with the other traders, but they don't have time for me. I will talk to them in the morning before the caravan leaves.]"
> "[We will drink it together?]"
> Thistle swallowed, trying to get some moisture in her suddenly parched mouth. She already knew she would regret it, perhaps in more ways than one, but the taste of that kiss, the memory of their night at the stream, and the lingering ghost of his finger on her nose did their insidious magic.
"[Yes. We will go away. No one will notice during the party. We will sneak off into the tall grass, away so no one will hear.]"
> The proposition made him smile and he almost jumped in expectation, but a thought darkened his face. "[What if Xuan will not give me a water skin? What if Janus will not give me a knife? What if the others won't let me keep what I trade?]"
> They were valid questions. If the wrong people noticed a Ruslan slave trading for beer they would think nothing of taking it from him. No one would object, either.
"[Then we will still go off and have some fun of our own. Try very hard to get the beer. Tell Janus I will pay him back soon.]"
> Without warning, Rangi leaned down, grabbed her muzzle with both hands, and placed a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. "[I will wait for you!]"
> With that, he bounded off.
> Still unsure if she was doing the right thing, and already mentally preparing herself for more regret, Thistle went back to watching the Chieftain's tent. Now she *really* wished they'd be done soon!

>>42582897

We're getting there. I got a few more smallish updates and then getting into the grand finale. I know things look good right now for our intrepid Thistlemare, but she's not quite in the clear just yet!

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bumpa to read

Silly horse

>>42583506
indeed

>>42573521
We need to pump those numbers up

Pillow position

>>42584031
That horse needs to go on a diet
Too much human food is bad for ponies

Lazy and spoiled

Master let pony have unfiltered internet access
Pony found... a website
And now pony is getting ideas

>>42583506
There is something unpetted in the basket

10

Swim fo yo freedom!
Nope.
Caught.

>>42587522
Ponies are poor swimmers
Naturally buoyant but can only doggy paddle

>>42582897
>finding out about Rainy Day
Ah, her usual activity when the traders come.
>hustled into the Chieftain's tent with Salki and Darga
Huh. I don't remember the other trader leaders being treated the same way.
>and simply ignored her
Probably one would have mentioned Rainy Day if they know anything about her. Or maybe they ignored her because they already saw/familiar with talking ponies?
>being a pony would be sufficiently interesting
Seems like this wasn't working with the other traders.
>before she got herself under control
That's a first. Maybe. And I bet it won't last long.
>slid back and his fingers slipped under her tail
Someone is drunk. Why did they let him drink? He is a slave.
>What if someone sees!
Rangi will stigmatized. Thistle won't be trated any different. Maybe by Salki, he is probably jealous.
>No one will see.
Horny little fella.
>let me take a swallow from his skin
If he tells the truth, he is not drunk. If he drank more than that he is lying.
>she fought with her own desire
Getting drunk and having sex? Tempting, tempting.
>One! Not more than one!
Well, as I predicted her self control did not last long.
>finding a ladder
Do they even have ladders? Plus, how would a pony climb a ladder? The tent would collapse from her weight!
>didn't have ladders
That answers it then.
>She considered barging in
I think if she just walk in without anything like that, they would probably not send her away.
>he motioned her to turn around
Probably he found some, but Thistle ruined the surprise immediately with the "didn't get it, did you".
>Was he going to kiss her?
The beer is in his mouth.
>keeping a mouthful of beer
Heh. Probably the other nomads did not want to give any to Rangi once they know it will be for her.
>used to do this when you got drunk
Heh. That moment will haunt her until the first time the clan accepts a relationship between her and any other human.
>Maybe it was the alcohol talking
Too soon for that.
>trade it for as much beer as you can
Someone is planning a drinking night.
>away so no one will hear
Alcohol and sex. Got it.
>placed a quick kiss on the tip of her nose
Poor kid. When he finds out Thistle is only interested in sex, he will be heartbroken.

Thanks for the update!

Cuddles.
Now.

Pony was caught trying to get into the cookie jar.

Are pets allowed to keep pets?

>>42588156
Are you talking about luna keeping the fluffball or celestia keeping luna?

>>42588247
We have to go deeper.

My horse is held

>>42588769
that looks like a doghorse hybrid
who knotted the mare?
or pushed the guts up into the bitchs' neck?

>>42588924
Not doghorse, just autistic.