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I wake up alone. It's warm, the light is dim, I'm relaxed. Oh right, orientation,
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\ I look forward to it. I suck on the gag. So far it's been being completely
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\ amazing. Master... eh, let's drop the act for a second. Old man is doing
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\ everything exactly right for me to be the happiest girl in the universe.
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\ Oh shit, I'm horny again. I will just lay here and take my isolation punishment.
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\ I will patiently wait for Master to come in and take me to the next test,
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\ until then I will once again dive deep into my dreams, no helping it.
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\ This drooling sure makes me thirsty quick. Oh, right. Now I'm even more horny.
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\ Oh Master, you're the best...
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The door opens.
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"Mute the Pony, it's time for another test. Get up."
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I get up. This pony wants to pee. I must have made it visible.
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"You are not allowed to soil yourself. You will go when ordered to,
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\ not before. Patience."
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Ooooh, that's hot! Master ties my collar to the ceiling again, that is also
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\ very hot. Blindfold again? Fuck yeah!
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"You will clack your hooves in rhythm. Bonus points for creativity."
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I hear stomping and start clacking. Left-right-left-right. Then he starts to sing.
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Hear the clacking of horseshoes
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See our harnesses and hooves
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Don't mistake us for some whores
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We are proud Pony Corps
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Isn't this an army marching song? One man leads and the company repeats, right?
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We are prancing on a road
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Don't mistake us for some broads
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Standard issue nipple bells
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We will serve our owners well
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His voice is good. Bonus points for creativity go to you, old man.
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We are turning on a bend
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We don't come without command
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Everything we're told we do
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We don't talk unless talked to
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The lore is expanding. Lyrics come through and resonate. Oh yeah, I picture
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\ myself prancing on a road, turning on a bend -- yeah, sure -- singing this
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\ song, together with fellow ponies. We are cadets in Pony Corps academy,
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\ training for service. I start lifting my legs higher, like I am prancing.
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See our tits and see our butts
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Don't mistake us for some sluts
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Always ready for some more
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We are proud Pony Corps
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I see what you did there. Not a slut, huh? I keep clacking some more and then
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\ he starts playing harmonica! Quite good actually, following the same melody,
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\ but adding bits and pieces here and there. I'm not even horny anymore, what
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\ we do here is bona fide ART. I don't know about my own creativity, but I want
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\ to try. Now I'm not on a march, now I'm dancing.
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I start adding clacks. Left-right-left-left-right. Oooh, something's coming,
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\ I feel it. Keeping the tempo, I just clack away without thinking. I can't
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\ describe what I do, I don't know the words. Syncopate? Offbeat? Anyway,
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\ I like it, I like it very much, we should do it again sometimes. I think I have
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\ a silly smile on my face. Shame I can't do a drumroll, fast clacking is hard.
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He stops playing, I keep clacking. Without music extra fanciness sounds
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\ a bit out of place, I return to a basic left-right.
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"You may stop."
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I stop immediately with one leg in the air. I put the leg down.
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"Acceptable. You will not be punished."
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What? Did I really pass? Oh, Master, you are too kind.
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"Another test will start without delay."
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[[And so it does.|next]]
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