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"Mute the Pony" -- he clears his throat -- "You are a disgrace to Pony Corps.
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\ For your crimes you will be punished. Said crimes are reclassified top secret
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\ and may not be mentioned again. Furthermore you are discharged from the Corps.
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\ You may keep your uniform, but you may no longer consider yourself a pony.
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\ You are a person with a clean record."
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First he ties my legs to the sides of the bed, pulling them apart as far as
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\ the chain allows. Next he puts a gas mask on me and tucks a pillow under
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\ my head. Finally he coils a rope around my waist, pulling it through a ring
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\ at the end of the armbinder. My ass is exposed and I can't really move.
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I should clarify, I don't like being in pain, unless I'm horny, and now I'm not,
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\ at all. What's happening now is not about me getting off, it's about me being
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\ genuinely punished, like, for real. Fear starts spreading inside me, I feel
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\ weak and shakey. If I could talk I would be pleading for mercy, and not
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\ in a playful way. I think my eyes should be indicating terror, but he's
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\ not looking in them now. Good. I brought this to myself, I've put myself into
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\ this situation quite intentionally. I don't want this, but I do need this,
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\ I meant everything I've said to him. This is not an impulsive whim.
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Was I saying to myself while he's been busy working on my ass. He started quite
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\ gently, spanking me with his hands, now it's actually painful,
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\ I think he's using a book. I hope it's Crime and Punishment.
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Suddenly I feel great weight on my back and as I exhale the air is cut off.
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Nothing happens.
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Then everything went white.
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FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--
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Then I can breathe again.
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FUCK SHIT DICK BOLLOCKS MOTHERFUCKER CUNT ASS TITS FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
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The air is cut off again.
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NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
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EAOUWIYAOOEIUARGH
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I can breathe again.
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PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
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\ PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
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\ PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
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\ PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
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\ PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
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\ PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
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PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
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The air is cut off again.
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OH GOD PLEASE NO
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PLEASE NO
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I thrash and writhe in absolute desperation.
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I'LL BE GOOD I'LL DO ANYTHING I'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN NO
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NO?
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I can breathe again.
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"The punishment is concluded. You may apply to Pony Corps once more when
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\ you prove yourself worthy."
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I hear the door open and close.
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it hurts it ooooooh hurts it hurts so much it hurts it please hurts it hurts
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\ everything it hurts it sorry hurts it hurts ass it hurts it i'll hurts
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\ it hurts be it hurts it good hurts it hurts i it hurts it don't hurts
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\ it hurts want it hurts it seconds hurts it hurts this it hurts it is hurts
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\ it hurts justice it hurts it justice hurts it hurts first it hurts it mute
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\ hurts it hurts last it hurts it PAIN hurts it hurts WILL it hurts it GO
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\ hurts it hurts AWAY it hurts it MUTE hurts it hurts STAYS it hurts it BETTER
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\ hurts it hurts because it hurts it mute hurts it hurts wants it hurts it to
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\ hurts it hurts like it hurts it mute hurts it hurts mute it hurts it wants
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\ hurts it hurts justice it hurts it hurts
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The door opens. My ropes are untied and the gas mask is removed.
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"Mute the Person, welcome to the secret bunker of People Corps. I will be your
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\ commanding officer, callsign Old Man and I like you already!"
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I can't-- I don't-- I-- I--
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"There there, no need for tears."
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Hey, what was that about clean record? Is it okay for me to start from scratch?
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...
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This man is a saint, I tell you, and a clever bastard. I like you too, Old Man.
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[[I smile at him.|next]]
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