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From Maggie to Margareta

A Story of Freedom Growing Safer and Safer Do you really think you get to decide for yourself, you little fool? Do you vote for MAGA or the AfD out of conviction? The fact is that you have fears, and Trump and the AfD exploit them. They twist the truth until the lie becomes the one and only truth. This story shows how you follow the wolves to the slaughterhouse like a sheep, through the distortion of truth and the deliberate stoking of fear. Because you are too stupid and too cowardly to admit your mistake, you also cheer them on. Chapter 1 – Maggie Maggie Hartmann was thirty-three years old, five foot four, blonde and blue-eyed. She had been a member of the SPD in a German state parliament for four years. [DEVIATION] She liked her job. Not every committee meeting or party conference, and certainly not the evenings when a scheduled one-hour meeting at the community centre would turn into a three-hour discussion about a motion that nobody would understand afterwards. But

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The Mix of Iron and Blood: Chapter Thirteen

Unseen Previous Chapter The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, but it seemed like no one had let the jungle know. Water still came down through the canopy in its own time, in fat irregular drops that struck the broad leaves below like knuckles on a door. Everything dripped. Everything steamed as the heat came up. Elkog had given up on the idea of being dry two days ago, somewhere between the river and that abandoned village, and now simply walked wet, his trousers stuck to his skin and his boots making a squelching sound at every step that he had started to hate. Michelle set the pace, because she was still regaining her strength after being healed. She did not complain about it, she simply walked with her head down and her hand out for branches, and every so often she stopped without warning and stood with her eyes closed, breathing, while the rest of them waited and gave her the time she needed. Then she would say "right" and start again. They had been doing that since first

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Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

As unpredictable as the Doe Brothers have the reputation of, this day seemed as normal as any other. It was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays the brothers had a few special errands to run. Some errands were as simple as taking the trash to the landfill. Others were full grocery lists of special items the folks requested for the week. Alarms now sounding off, James and Arny peel open their eyes and slowly drag themselves out of bed, skip out on brushing teeth and heading straight for the bacon in the fridge on an autopilot path. The boys always wake their younger sister up with bacon and eggs, it's her favorite. Tying his hair back in a pony-tail James then throws his white apron on. He looks semi-professional and Arny cracks a joke, "Usin' Leana's hair pins again?" He says this almost every morning. If he doesn't say this, then something is usually wrong in the air. "Reckon it's better than buyin' more. I'll give you extra hair to floss with." James usually mutters something like

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Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~Two months later~~ To quote Gilbert, things at the stud farm in Prussia had become…“unawesome”. That wasn’t to suggest anything was going wrong or that you were uncomfortable, but that things were becoming slow...and boring. Or maybe Gilbert was rubbing off on you, and you thought so by now. Overall, life was good: the people were slowly and steadily earning your trust, although the silver stallion remained at the top of that list, and he gave you subtle hints that he was pleased by your progress. In the last two weeks, you’d allowed a full wash down, cleaned hooves and the simplest of shoes, a well-brushed mane and tail, a woolen stable blanket and, most impressive of all, an embroidered leather (f/c) halter with your personal lead rope. The people didn’t often use the rope, however, because you still went wherever you chose. As for Gilbert, the two of you continued to grow

Literature

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Strong language~~ ~~ “…I want to live free, without the pressures of humans. This is what I’ve grown up to be…I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected, but I can’t deny what I am—” Alfred cut you off when he pushed his broad face into your (c/c) neck, nickering in his throat. The curl on his head was long enough to tickle the other side of your neck and when he lifted his head to meet your gaze, you saw his blue eyes held nothing but respect and adoration. “You don’t have to explain anything,” he said, his voice much softer. “You’re my best friend. Besides, we make a good team, don’t we? Yeah...” He nodded, suddenly confident. “If I’m the Hero, then you’re my sidekick! So, as long as we’re together, we can do anything we want!” You had to whicker a chuckle to yourself. Sometimes he could be so cute when he got excited. The set of his blue eyes told you he was trying to think of something.

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Horse Canada x Horse Reader: Part 2

(Y/n): your name (e/c): eye color (c/c): coat color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~ ~~Three days later~~ You had to be honest with yourself: When you were given the choice of all those horses back at the auction, you probably could’ve done much worse than Matthew. Because it was just you and him here, he always gave you attention and asked how you were doing or if you needed anything. His concern was touching and made you feel protected, mainly because you had always protected yourself in the wild. You also saw the benefit of sleeping in a stall every night; you didn’t fear the hooting of owls, but you often flinched when the bushes rustled during the night, even among your herd. In the safety of the little barn, there was no need to startle and you enjoyed the company of the moon and stars. And Matthew. Even he must know by now that you were grateful for his help. The one reason you weren’t anxious all the time was because he was teaching you new words, what they meant and how

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[CV] A New Ally

The blizzard had seemed to finally blow itself out. Wisps of snow blew through the canyon and danced around the horses’ feet as they made the ascent. Perseus shook out his mane, sending gobs of snow flying in all directions, as he led the way. Looking across the valley, he was glad that they had found the canyon when they did. The landscape was completely changed now and covered in a thick layer of snow and ice. The sun rising in the east cast a beautiful light through the icicles hanging in the tree branches. Percy marveled at the sight for a moment before his heart sank.How on earth would they find food?Before he could worry much longer,...

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[CV] Last Goodbye

”Aloine...I...I’m…” Aloine shook her head slowly, as if in a trance. She didn’t want to hear it. Not right now. She couldn’t. Her mate lay there in the mud, blood pooled around his dark mane...and he was gone. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping. At least, not a sleep he would ever wake from. A high pitched keening sound rang in her ears and she wasn’t sure where it came from. Her eyes couldn’t focus and the world felt like it was spinning too quickly. Slowly, so slowly, she went down to her knees in the mud next to Breigo. She curled her body around his and rested her head on his side. ”Go...tell the others…” she whispered to Far...

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[CV] Refugees

”Come on everyone, keep moving!” Aloine bellowed over her shoulder, the wind ripping the words from her mouth.Rain lashed against flanks as the Herd of Summer Stars trudged through a heavily flooded valley. It seemed as though the rain had started one day and decided to never stop. Once small, humble creeks had turned into raging rivers almost over night. The herd huddled together as they made their miserable way through thick mud and a torrential downpour. Lighting raced across the dark sky and Aloine couldn’t recall if it was even night or day.Breigo brought up the rear of the herd along with Thowra and Firefoot. The three males made su...

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Over a Barrel (Figuratively Speaking)

The Helper 9 and the Mane 7 ride an overnight train heading to the frontier town of Appleloosa so Applejack can gift an apple tree named Bloomberg to her relatives there. When evening falls, Discord and Harmony decides to sleep next to Bloomberg in the caboose after the ponies' chatter keeps him awake. The next morning, the creatures are awoken by a herd of buffalo stampeding next to the train. While some buffalo ram into the side of the train, a young female buffalo leaps onto the roof and, after outmaneuvering Indigo Zap, disconnects the caboose with Discord, Harmony and Bloomberg still inside. The ponies look on in dismay as the buffalo push the disconnected caboose down the line in the opposite direction. Applejack, Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Spike, Sunny Flare, Sour Sweet, Sugarcoat, Sunset Shimmer, Inferno and Rarity arrive in Appleloosa, but before they can ask for help, Applejack's cousin Braeburn insists on giving them a tour of the town. When he

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A Bird in the Hoof's worth two in the bush

As Fluttershy finishes caring for a mouse in her cottage, Angel runs up to her and gestures that she's late for a special brunch with Princess Celestia at Sugarcube Corner. Overcoming some initial hesitation to leave, Fluttershy doubles back a few times to thank Angel before he locks the door behind her. Fluttershy and Sour Sweet arrive at Sugarcube Corner and is let past the royal guards by Twilight Sparkle and Spike Stellar. Sunset Shimmer, Rainbow Dash, Indigo Zap, Rarity, Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat, Applejack, Lemon Zest and Pinkie Pie are also present, though Twilight worries whether the princess will approve of their behavior. At the dining table, Prince Helios asks Fluttershy about her interest in caring for woodland creatures before Helios introduce his pet bird Philomena, who appears bedraggled and sheds feathers during bouts of coughing. The older Royals of the sun and moon are informed that the mayor requests an audience with them and exits the bakery, leaving his pet bird

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Helping a Friend Out

Sometime after performing a workout routine in front of Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake at Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie trots through Ponyville greeting passersby and singing a song about the joy she gets from making others smile. She ends her song just as a donkey approaches hauling a large wagon, but despite Pinkie's cheerful greeting, the donkey continues walking past without expression. Pinkie reads the initials "CDD" on the wagon and eventually finds out that it stands for Cranky Doodle Donkey. When she calls him "Doodle", however, Cranky angrily insists she not refer to him by that name and walks off, leaving Pinkie confused about his apparently hostile demeanor. After some consideration, she determines to redouble her efforts to win him over with Giggles noticing something bothering him. Pinkie catches up with Cranky and tries to make conversation, eventually learning that he moved to Ponyville to be alone with his memories. When he yells at her for rummaging through his

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From Maggie to Margareta

A Story of Freedom Growing Safer and Safer Do you really think you get to decide for yourself, you little fool? Do you vote for MAGA or the AfD out of conviction? The fact is that you have fears, and Trump and the AfD exploit them. They twist the truth until the lie becomes the one and only truth. This story shows how you follow the wolves to the slaughterhouse like a sheep, through the distortion of truth and the deliberate stoking of fear. Because you are too stupid and too cowardly to admit your mistake, you also cheer them on. Chapter 1 – Maggie Maggie Hartmann was thirty-three years old, five foot four, blonde and blue-eyed. She had been a member of the SPD in a German state parliament for four years. [DEVIATION] She liked her job. Not every committee meeting or party conference, and certainly not the evenings when a scheduled one-hour meeting at the community centre would turn into a three-hour discussion about a motion that nobody would understand afterwards. But

Literature

The Mix of Iron and Blood: Chapter Thirteen

Unseen Previous Chapter The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, but it seemed like no one had let the jungle know. Water still came down through the canopy in its own time, in fat irregular drops that struck the broad leaves below like knuckles on a door. Everything dripped. Everything steamed as the heat came up. Elkog had given up on the idea of being dry two days ago, somewhere between the river and that abandoned village, and now simply walked wet, his trousers stuck to his skin and his boots making a squelching sound at every step that he had started to hate. Michelle set the pace, because she was still regaining her strength after being healed. She did not complain about it, she simply walked with her head down and her hand out for branches, and every so often she stopped without warning and stood with her eyes closed, breathing, while the rest of them waited and gave her the time she needed. Then she would say "right" and start again. They had been doing that since first

Literature

Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

As unpredictable as the Doe Brothers have the reputation of, this day seemed as normal as any other. It was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays the brothers had a few special errands to run. Some errands were as simple as taking the trash to the landfill. Others were full grocery lists of special items the folks requested for the week. Alarms now sounding off, James and Arny peel open their eyes and slowly drag themselves out of bed, skip out on brushing teeth and heading straight for the bacon in the fridge on an autopilot path. The boys always wake their younger sister up with bacon and eggs, it's her favorite. Tying his hair back in a pony-tail James then throws his white apron on. He looks semi-professional and Arny cracks a joke, "Usin' Leana's hair pins again?" He says this almost every morning. If he doesn't say this, then something is usually wrong in the air. "Reckon it's better than buyin' more. I'll give you extra hair to floss with." James usually mutters something like

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Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color (f/c): favorite color ~~ ~~Two months later~~ To quote Gilbert, things at the stud farm in Prussia had become…“unawesome”. That wasn’t to suggest anything was going wrong or that you were uncomfortable, but that things were becoming slow...and boring. Or maybe Gilbert was rubbing off on you, and you thought so by now. Overall, life was good: the people were slowly and steadily earning your trust, although the silver stallion remained at the top of that list, and he gave you subtle hints that he was pleased by your progress. In the last two weeks, you’d allowed a full wash down, cleaned hooves and the simplest of shoes, a well-brushed mane and tail, a woolen stable blanket and, most impressive of all, an embroidered leather (f/c) halter with your personal lead rope. The people didn’t often use the rope, however, because you still went wherever you chose. As for Gilbert, the two of you continued to grow

Literature

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~Warning: Strong language~~ ~~ “…I want to live free, without the pressures of humans. This is what I’ve grown up to be…I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected, but I can’t deny what I am—” Alfred cut you off when he pushed his broad face into your (c/c) neck, nickering in his throat. The curl on his head was long enough to tickle the other side of your neck and when he lifted his head to meet your gaze, you saw his blue eyes held nothing but respect and adoration. “You don’t have to explain anything,” he said, his voice much softer. “You’re my best friend. Besides, we make a good team, don’t we? Yeah...” He nodded, suddenly confident. “If I’m the Hero, then you’re my sidekick! So, as long as we’re together, we can do anything we want!” You had to whicker a chuckle to yourself. Sometimes he could be so cute when he got excited. The set of his blue eyes told you he was trying to think of something.

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Horse Canada x Horse Reader: Part 2

(Y/n): your name (e/c): eye color (c/c): coat color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~ ~~Three days later~~ You had to be honest with yourself: When you were given the choice of all those horses back at the auction, you probably could’ve done much worse than Matthew. Because it was just you and him here, he always gave you attention and asked how you were doing or if you needed anything. His concern was touching and made you feel protected, mainly because you had always protected yourself in the wild. You also saw the benefit of sleeping in a stall every night; you didn’t fear the hooting of owls, but you often flinched when the bushes rustled during the night, even among your herd. In the safety of the little barn, there was no need to startle and you enjoyed the company of the moon and stars. And Matthew. Even he must know by now that you were grateful for his help. The one reason you weren’t anxious all the time was because he was teaching you new words, what they meant and how

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[CV] A New Ally

The blizzard had seemed to finally blow itself out. Wisps of snow blew through the canyon and danced around the horses’ feet as they made the ascent. Perseus shook out his mane, sending gobs of snow flying in all directions, as he led the way. Looking across the valley, he was glad that they had found the canyon when they did. The landscape was completely changed now and covered in a thick layer of snow and ice. The sun rising in the east cast a beautiful light through the icicles hanging in the tree branches. Percy marveled at the sight for a moment before his heart sank.How on earth would they find food?Before he could worry much longer,...

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[CV] Last Goodbye

”Aloine...I...I’m…” Aloine shook her head slowly, as if in a trance. She didn’t want to hear it. Not right now. She couldn’t. Her mate lay there in the mud, blood pooled around his dark mane...and he was gone. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping. At least, not a sleep he would ever wake from. A high pitched keening sound rang in her ears and she wasn’t sure where it came from. Her eyes couldn’t focus and the world felt like it was spinning too quickly. Slowly, so slowly, she went down to her knees in the mud next to Breigo. She curled her body around his and rested her head on his side. ”Go...tell the others…” she whispered to Far...

Literature

[CV] Refugees

”Come on everyone, keep moving!” Aloine bellowed over her shoulder, the wind ripping the words from her mouth.Rain lashed against flanks as the Herd of Summer Stars trudged through a heavily flooded valley. It seemed as though the rain had started one day and decided to never stop. Once small, humble creeks had turned into raging rivers almost over night. The herd huddled together as they made their miserable way through thick mud and a torrential downpour. Lighting raced across the dark sky and Aloine couldn’t recall if it was even night or day.Breigo brought up the rear of the herd along with Thowra and Firefoot. The three males made su...

Jul7121996

Literature

Over a Barrel (Figuratively Speaking)

The Helper 9 and the Mane 7 ride an overnight train heading to the frontier town of Appleloosa so Applejack can gift an apple tree named Bloomberg to her relatives there. When evening falls, Discord and Harmony decides to sleep next to Bloomberg in the caboose after the ponies' chatter keeps him awake. The next morning, the creatures are awoken by a herd of buffalo stampeding next to the train. While some buffalo ram into the side of the train, a young female buffalo leaps onto the roof and, after outmaneuvering Indigo Zap, disconnects the caboose with Discord, Harmony and Bloomberg still inside. The ponies look on in dismay as the buffalo push the disconnected caboose down the line in the opposite direction. Applejack, Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Spike, Sunny Flare, Sour Sweet, Sugarcoat, Sunset Shimmer, Inferno and Rarity arrive in Appleloosa, but before they can ask for help, Applejack's cousin Braeburn insists on giving them a tour of the town. When he

Literature

A Bird in the Hoof's worth two in the bush

As Fluttershy finishes caring for a mouse in her cottage, Angel runs up to her and gestures that she's late for a special brunch with Princess Celestia at Sugarcube Corner. Overcoming some initial hesitation to leave, Fluttershy doubles back a few times to thank Angel before he locks the door behind her. Fluttershy and Sour Sweet arrive at Sugarcube Corner and is let past the royal guards by Twilight Sparkle and Spike Stellar. Sunset Shimmer, Rainbow Dash, Indigo Zap, Rarity, Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat, Applejack, Lemon Zest and Pinkie Pie are also present, though Twilight worries whether the princess will approve of their behavior. At the dining table, Prince Helios asks Fluttershy about her interest in caring for woodland creatures before Helios introduce his pet bird Philomena, who appears bedraggled and sheds feathers during bouts of coughing. The older Royals of the sun and moon are informed that the mayor requests an audience with them and exits the bakery, leaving his pet bird

Literature

Helping a Friend Out

Sometime after performing a workout routine in front of Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake at Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie trots through Ponyville greeting passersby and singing a song about the joy she gets from making others smile. She ends her song just as a donkey approaches hauling a large wagon, but despite Pinkie's cheerful greeting, the donkey continues walking past without expression. Pinkie reads the initials "CDD" on the wagon and eventually finds out that it stands for Cranky Doodle Donkey. When she calls him "Doodle", however, Cranky angrily insists she not refer to him by that name and walks off, leaving Pinkie confused about his apparently hostile demeanor. After some consideration, she determines to redouble her efforts to win him over with Giggles noticing something bothering him. Pinkie catches up with Cranky and tries to make conversation, eventually learning that he moved to Ponyville to be alone with his memories. When he yells at her for rummaging through his

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From Maggie to Margareta

The Mix of Iron and Blood: Chapter Thirteen

Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

Horse Canada x Horse Reader: Part 2

[CV] A New Ally

[CV] Last Goodbye

[CV] Refugees

Over a Barrel (Figuratively Speaking)

A Bird in the Hoof's worth two in the bush

Helping a Friend Out

From Maggie to Margareta

The Mix of Iron and Blood: Chapter Thirteen

Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

Horse Canada x Horse Reader: Part 2

[CV] A New Ally

[CV] Last Goodbye

[CV] Refugees

Over a Barrel (Figuratively Speaking)

A Bird in the Hoof's worth two in the bush

Helping a Friend Out

Learning Something New

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From Maggie to Margareta

The Mix of Iron and Blood: Chapter Thirteen

Broken (draft, unfinished, WIP)

Horse Prussia x Horse Reader: Part 3: Gil, the BFF

Horse America x Horse Reader: Part 3: Live Wild

Horse Canada x Horse Reader: Part 2

[CV] A New Ally

[CV] Last Goodbye

[CV] Refugees

Over a Barrel (Figuratively Speaking)

A Bird in the Hoof's worth two in the bush

Helping a Friend Out