Title:           How to Properly Motivate Raiderponies
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Monday 18th of May 2015 11:31:28 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 18th of May 2015 11:31:28 PM CDT

D'aww! Even scrunchy faces can make the faces of evil so cute.
 
"I dunna wanna!" Third Orifice crossed his forelegs together to spite his private tutor, bitter as a stubborn child and healthy foods. "How is reading supposed to help me get laid without needing to rape them?"
 
"Now, now, Mr. Orifice." 69 patted the hopefully soon to be ex-raider on his tall mane, "This is for your own good. Readin' is part of moderating your urges if you wanna pass as rehabilitated for the Sunshine era."
 
Alas, the return of Celestia's Sun may also mark the end of Anon 69's better hobbies...at least publicly. But he wouldn't wanna give any of his pupils ideas about how to hide their activities. A good start is always to change their lifestyles first.
 
But the Mohawk sporting pony only remained crosshooved, deflecting Anon 69's pettings. Poor kid, only turning out the way he is because he was a neglected middle child in his clan.
 
"Hey, wasn't I right when I said it's better hearing them say 'Faster!' instead of 'Somepony help me!'?" he prodded Orifice's noggin...quite literally with his continual petting.
 
The buck shifted his face away, a hidden tale he bitterly admitted it...and also a sign he secretly enjoys the things Anon 69 does to him on fun night. It's actually when he looks at him during 69 notices is when Orifice doesn't enjoy it.
 
Anywho! "Now pick up that book and read! Read like you've never before!"
 
Flinging the newly printed book open, Anon 69 directed the raider's eyes to the specific paragraph.
 
"...'I n-N-Never believed this d-day would come.'" Third Orifice nervously recited. Shrinking every time he stuttered a syllable. His small capacity to express shame, any emotion aside from senseless barbarism is what saved him from sharing his brother's fate.
 
The other Anons would never understand, Anon 69 mused. Poor colt only raped away because he felt it would be inadequate to ask. Stabbed new fuckholes to gain his fathers' approval. Anon 1 keeps thinking in black and white, 69 despaired.
 
Fucking hypocrites, they all fantasized about washing and bellyrubbing Raiders until they become subservient. And so Anon 69 did just that. Something about giving willing positive attention changed Third Orifice, as did many other ex-raiders Anon 69 saw the hopeful spark. The need for approval opened the way for Anon 69 to show them the wonders when the partner wants it, the satisfaction to rape bad ponies who deserve it instead of the innocent.
 
It's how he got Orifice to bear learning the alphabets.
 
"Keep going, kid." One sentence away from the good bits.
 
"'I...h...hewrr...wehrr'..." Orifice struggled.
 
"'wa'" Anon 69 pronounced correctly.
 
"'W-whipped out my nine...inch...?'" the raider student squinted incredulously, "c-c-Cock?"
 
The shocking realization game to the raider, the wonders of alphabets and words. That they could combine together to form sexual terminology in a book. His eyes spun between his teacher and the book.
 
"You can do it!" Anon 69 pushed Third Orifice to continue.
 
"And fed it into Velvet's tight c-C--"
 
"Sound it out!"
 
"'Cunt!'" Shallow breaths slipped in and out from Orifice's agape mouth, "You...can write stories about having sex on pieces of paper? ...READING IS AWESOME!"