>I'm a contributor. Great! For writers, just let Fauvra or President Clop know, so they add it to the doc. For Artist, Animators, and any other, Store them in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure.
>I don't like this thread because of reasons. You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly.
>You are now Anonfilly. >Looking outside your window, you gaze into the sky. >The clock to your side reads '11:59 PM'. >This will be the first New Year away from home. >One year since that purple bitch made you a filly. >One year since you lost you home, your livelyhood, and your life. >There was no solace to be found from that. >Constant abuse was commonplace from her, and the fact you were even staying up this late is a risk. >If she knew you were up this late, suffice to say, you won't have fur on your rear. >And then it changes. >'12:00 AM' >There are no fireworks in the sky. >No jovial crowds gathered in the streets. >Just the normal quiet, like any other night. >Nothing to indicate any celebration. >You sigh, and lay your head on the pillow of the bed so graciously provided by your 'mom'. >A single tear rolls down your face, staining it. >Happy New Year.
It takes you venturing just to the front door to realize that this is not entirely a good idea. It is still raining, albeit not as heavily as earlier, and you're pretty sure the Friendship Express doesn't run this late at night. Moreover, you don't want to start a manhunt while you are waiting for a train. You head back inside, and fall asleep…
Only to be woken up by Twilight, looking down on you with the biggest filly smile you've ever seen. You almost can't tell that there's a potentially sociopathic adult human hiding behind her facade.
>"I've got good news and bad news, Anon. The good news is you don't have to go to therapy. Dad never found out about the rest of what you did yesterday, so you get out scott free. The bad news is you have to go to school. And no it's not my school, so you get to hang out with all of the non-gifted jackass unicorns, some army brat pegasi, and a scant few underclass Earth ponies who get bullied all the time, because this is Canterlot, baby!"
>>100140 have you seen either of the greens we have going on regularly here? In Reuben's, she's a possible sociopath, and in the other anon's, she's a literal mental patient who abuses anon for the littlest shit. Tl;dr is, she's kind of a cunt as far as we're concerned.
>she's a possible sociopath I'll be honest. This is just the perception most of you have built around her just because she murdered a pony one time. She's not actually a sociopath and has a backstory reason for hating communists. But you know, that could all wait until you've snuck away to Ponyville for whatever reason.
>>100142 I figured as much, I was just relying on your own descriptions so far. I'm hoping we actually help twilight keep equestria free of commies, but rolls have already decided otherwise.
So, if you look at this image from the wrong angle, Twi looks kinda futa here. Essentially, the gap between her right hind leg and her tail will look like a leg, and her actual right hind leg will look like a pair of testicles and a taint. You'd need to crop your view of the image to not show the bottom of her left hind hoof though.
>>100140 >>100149 Yeah, I kinda don't get why twilight is abusive or Mean-Spirited in some of these greentexts, it just feels too out of character for me.
>>100151 I'm fine with people taking things their own way for their stories, it keeps things interesting. After all those stories I consider abusive Twilight to be a separate character altogether. Story where benevolent Twi comes to save Anonfilly from abusive Twi when?
>>100152 I want a motherly Twilight to love and take care of me.
Abusive Twi 4u. >>100153noted. "Mmhm." >"Ready for dinner?" "Twilight, it's 4:30." >"And dinner's ready. Keep in mind that yesterday's offer is still on the table." >You grumble to yourself as you follow her down the hallway. >The two of you sit in silence. Not even the owl perched in the corner of the kitchen so much as makes a noise. >She just set down a simple bottle of milk in front of you. >HELL NO. >She and Pegacorn could go fuck themselves. >She looks you straight in the eye, and discharges a few sparks from her horn. >Fearing for what is essentially your life, you reach out for the bottle. >She smiles and cradles her head in her hooves, eyes fixated on you. >... >You bring the bottle up to your mouth. >You suckle on it, feeling the still-warm milk enter your mouth. >The texture almost makes you gag. >In the end, you finish about half of the bottle before just shaking your head. >She shrugs and picks it up, pouring it down the drain. >She finally breaks the silence. "Learn to adapt, or you're going to be a very hungry filly." >Ugh... >You run off to your room before she can prompt you to express gratitude for her 'meal.' >League is gone, and there's a post-it note stuck to your pillow. >'We need to discuss what we're going to do with our earnings. Meet me outside when you're done eating.' >That pony needed to replace Sweetie Drops asap. >You take the rarely mentioned back door out of the castle, seeing your friend leaning up against the crystalline walls, twirling her hat. >She doesn't notice you yet. >What do?
>>100166 I have one. It's about time to reveal it since my posts are about to be spanning two (large and soon to be large) threads. https://pastebin.com/sGSfXRXL
I may or may not have one sitting around somewhere. I haven't uploaded my CYOA to it, though I have been saving my posts off to a .txt file for easy upload when I get around to it.
Maybe I should post a recap at the beginning of threads to make it easier to catch up?
Happy New Year from the West coast. Wanted to give a quick recap of the CYOA for everyone who hasn't been reading it over the past couple of threads.
>Be filly, wake up in Canterlot castle >Run into Celestia, try to rape, but all attempts perceived as general filly rambunctiousness >Make up lie that parents, immediate family all dead in tragic boating accident >Celestia decides to have you stay with Twilight for a few days while she can find a suitable home for you, preferably with extended family if you have any >Twilight is also a filly, so this is about a decade prior to Luna coming back >Shenanigans and chess occur in Twilight's house, including catching foal sitter Cadence in the middle of fucking Shining Armor >End up giving THEM the talk, leading to Cadence thinking you're a sexually abused filly and wanting to send you to therapy >Find out later that Twilight is in the same boat as you, a human trapped in the body of a filly >She also hates communists and killed Fizzlepop Berrytwist for singing the Soviet National Anthem, leading you to believe that she might be a psychopath or something >There are also two other ponies just like you, one in Canterlot and one in Ponyville >Cadence gets fired for being caught in the act a second time by Night Light >You are currently planning to leave for Ponyville both to meet one of the other fillies, and also to get the hell away from Twilight
>>100142 >commies >people Oh come on. She's a good pony. There ought not to be any joy in it, but killing communists is never a bad thing. You really want that in fucking Equestria? Imagine the horror that would befall those poor ponies, all at the behest of some fucking thoughtless, semi-retarded sociopath. Twi did the right thing, and it's your own writing and your own mindset that has made her creepy from that point on. Not that it isn't valid to think she might be a bit off. Just because killing commies is good doesn't mean she isn't a freak who gets off on hurting other ponies; in which case I'd keep my distance and stay weary. But killing commiepone doesn't automatically make her a scary psycho.
>>100159 I would suckle straight from the teat with joy, faggot. What are you, gay?
Gotta sit down and read through the whole thread before I write out all my responses to everything I want to address. I have to do everything in the same post now because IDs. Can't go posting two in a row anymore. It slows things down. I can't go wishing for filly pee and then making another post without a few other anons posting their own shit in between, or it would make me look like the massive faggot I am. THAT is the difference between /mlp/ and here that everybody has been lamenting. Good for long, thoughtful discussions, not so great for casual fillyposting.
Is she really that creepy? Because I've been trying to write her as more of a sort of smart ass. The commie hate is just a special quirk of hers, although I never said that she necessarily enjoyed throwing Comrade Fizzlepop out of a balloon...
>>100236 Kinda. She started out pretty cool (you know, when we thought she was just a regular filly), but she's kind of turned into this intimidating competitor. She's setting herself up to be more of a master/leader than a friend (in a "do what I say or I can kill you" kind of way). The sassy smart ass combined with her human and pony knowledge and the fact that she is Twilight fucking Sparkle is pretty damn scary. It's more like God telling you what to do or else, than making a new friend.
But maybe it's just me.
>>100237 And you would never have to know if things were as they used to be.
Saying she killed a pony, for whatever reason, is clear intimidation to toe the line with what she says else you will end up at the bottom of a ravine.
>in a "do what I say or I can kill you" kind of way Huh... That wasn't my intention with her. Only for her to chastise you for your screw ups. I think the only ways she's intended to be commanding is when either
a.) Communism comes up b.) You try and fuck with her
>>100241 Well maybe I'm just a little baby back bitch then, but I'd be kind of frightened of her. Even if I'd have known I didn't need to be. Which I wouldn't. Police and security scare the shit out of me too. Not because I've done anything to incur their wrath, but because they could fuck me six ways to Sunday at any time, for any reason, with no consequences. They are God. They are an unknown factor. Here, it is Twi who is God.
I thought I knew Twilight, but it turns out she's a completely different person, so I don't really know her at all. I'm not gonna sweat it if my best friend is standing outside my house with a gun in hand. Whatever is going on, he's not here to hurt me. But if some dude I don't know is outside with a gun, you better fucking believe I'm gonna be on edge. I don't know Twi. She is intimidating. Scary. Creepy. Whatever you wanna call it. Maybe it's all in Filly's head, but what if it isn't? I, as an official representative of filly, am scare for her.
Okay, that kind of makes a little sense. I suppose it would be rational for a pony to be scared of her when she's not intentionally putting up a facade of niceness.
I think if you guys talk more with her I might let her warm up a bit. That said, it looks like you're going to be taking a little vacation from her. Which is fine, because I have a few more interesting characters to flesh out.
>>100231 >I wish for filly to pee in my mouth. >I would suckle straight from the teat with joy If you were the filly, which would you rather drink? Another filly's pee, or Twilight's milk?
I mean, you can. The IDs make it weird but there's nothing stopping you from posting more than once at a time as long as you don't go overboard.
>>100159 Wait, is that Twilight's milk? You can bet that next time she won't even bother bottling it.
Anyway, as for greeting League, be like >>100174, but instead shout "What are you doing in my swamp?!" [1d100 = 64]
>>100138 Wear a red scarf to school to show your solidarity with the Communist Party of China. Chew gum in the hallways to show you're cool but also have packs with flavors no one likes in case people pester you for it. When the inevitable bully shows up, tell them if they're nice and beat up foals you don't like, you'll do their math homework for them. [1d100 = 80]
School? School was a possible game changer. You could finally get to be a filly again! Bullies were not a problem, you could always befriend them, and maybe do their math homework in exchange for dealing with ponies you didn't like. This was going to be awesome! Part of you wondered how they managed to enroll you in only a day, but that doesn't really matter too much because SCHOOOOOL! You get to be a kid again!
Quickly you look around for what you want to wear... only to realize that most ponies don't wear clothes, and Twilight doesn't have a cute little red scarf for you to wear. You will have to remember to buy one when you have bits. Maybe you'll meet a Rarity-type who will do it for cheap or even free?
You race down the stairs to get breakfast, which you devour up as quickly as possible so as not to be late. Velvet makes a remark about how you have quite an appetite. You think up a retort about how much you'd like to eat her out, but it doesn't end up coming out. Must avoid being sent to a therapist.
After breakfast, you are finally taken to school. It's only slightly larger than what you can remember of Ms. Cheerilee's schoolhouse from the show, leading you to the realization that ponies don't like particularly large institutions. No wonder you got in so quickly. There's like... 3 teachers.
>>100348 Sit in the second row because that's where the smart fillies sit. If the teacher asks you to introduce yourself try not to act like a complete autist. Get a feel for the lesson; if it's extremely easy slouch, take a cat nap and pay just enough attention to answer the questions like a pro.
If we count any parts of the comic as canon, she IS in Canterlot at this part of her life. However, she's a teenager, and thus would not be attending the same class as you.
Cheerilee and Mayor Mare grew up in Canterlot, and are roughly in the same age group as Shining Armor and Cadence. They then moved to Ponyville later on in their professions. This CYOA takes place roughly around the time when Cadence was Twilight's foalsitter, a little bit after this comic took place (since it describes when Cadence and Shining Armor hooked up)
>>100365 >>100364 I just assumes Twilight was like our "care mother". But in reality we are about the same "pony age" as Twilight right now. And are you saying the "You will never grow up" is not just a saying?
This is why I created a synopsis at the beginning of the thread. So you'd know why Twilight is a filly.
You will probably not grow up, because I do not see the CYOA getting that long. I'll have written my dissertation before I'll write what it's like for filly to be in High School, at least for this story.
>>100368 To my defence I just started school so you can't expect my reading comprehension to be top tier. >but I am ashamed I didn't read it first >also my prediction of throwing dice like a madman spewing nonsense came true
>>100364 That... Nah. Mayor mare married the Apples after she moved to PV to start her career. Aj doesn't even exist yet. The comics and the show just don't jive. Whatever though, it's your canon.
I am aware of this. While I do not want to disclose too many details, you should not assume that all ponies came from the same point in time. You also should not assume similar backgrounds, age groups, or even gender.
>>100380 The Russians did change the anthem right after Soviet crumbled, but the Russians didn't like the new one so they changed back (with new lyrics as >>100382 noted).
You quickly look around for a seat in the classroom. A desk second from the front, and not next to the Window catches your eye. This lets you seem neither like a slacker, nor like a teacher's pet, while still being close enough to the front to seem like a smart student. Perfect.
The class goes by a bit slowly, mostly covering fractions. After a while, the teacher ends up dividing the class into groups, and you find yourself befriending a young unicorn by the name of Amethyst Star as you help her through the problems. She's fairly nice. Loves animals and has a talent for making jewelry. You're not quite sure what Twilight was talking about with the so called "bullies" at this school. So far, everypony has been very nice to you.
After class ends, a short 20 minute recess follows. What do?
[1d100 = 80] >>100394 Attempt to get in good with teh unicrons. They're the best protection you can get, and I doubt Twilight would lie just to fuck with you. Kids aren't that mean, r-right?
You spend the break chilling with Amethyst, who introduces you to a couple of her unicorn friends, Ember and Aurora, both of whom are blank flanks. You gather a little bit more information about the ponies on the playground and find out that yes, there are a couple of mean ones, but they're mean to everyone, so you shouldn't be facing any bad apples alone, even as an Earth pony.
Recess ends sooner than you'd expect, and you find yourself in your next class, with a different teacher and a different subject: history. To your good fortune, most of this is lecture, and the teacher approaches the subject of the Equestrian civil war like a brilliant storyteller. With friends by your side to enjoy it, the class goes by fairly quickly, bringing you to another break, this time for lunch.
Twilight Velvet had packed you some traditional pony fare, which you weren't entirely sure you wanted -- a dandelion and honey sandwich and some hayfries. Before you can dig in, however, you find yourself face to face with two of the schoolyard bullies -- a rather muscular pegasus colt named Monsoon Comet, and a dark and slender unicorn filly named Moonlight Eclipse.
[1d100 = 78] >>100439 It's four to two, make this fact adundantly clear. Don't threaten them, just firmly refuse their threats. We don't want to get into trouble with the teacher(s), and we can't risk our new friends abandoning us because we're impulsive and violent.
>>100439 Make fun of them, and generally insult the shit out of them. They'll either want to fight you, or get upset and start crying. Since they're kids, I'd bet the latter.
You look to your friends. They are shaking in fear, but among your group, there are four, whereas there are only two bullies. Thus, you feel content to ignore them entirely.
You reach into your bag to grab a few hay fries, and eat them. They remind you of leftover Arby's curly fries, but in a strangely good way, so you keep reaching for more and more.
>"Hey, I don't think you heard me, I said give me your lunch!"
Instead of complying, you reach a hoof forward and boop each of the aggressors on the nose.
>"I don't think she understands what she's dealing with."
In the corner of your eye, you see Moonlight reach into her saddlebag with her telekinesis and pull out a knife.
>>100463 A knife? Are they retarded? Canterlot isn't the type of place that'll let a kid get away with that shit. They'd get expelled if a school staff member caught them.
>>100463 "Oooh, I'm so scared. Do YOU know who you're dealing with? I'm friends with Princess Celestia's protege and a trained Navy SEAL, so you can fuck right off, before you both end up doing something you'll regret." [1d100 = 75]
>>100463 BLUFF! Laugh maniacally, taunt them saying you're not scared slowly get closer and when you're close enough, disarm the unicorn by punching her horn and grab the knife to threat the pegasus(cmon 100) [1d100 = 44]
Probably a bad idea to do this in real life, but we need action here.
[1d100 = 20] >>100463 What is it with bullies and knives these days? If it comes down to it, give in. Better you give up your lunch and complain to Twi's parents later, who are influential unicorns and could likely get these two expelled with a bit of discussion with school administration. Until then, show no weakness. These bullies are of likely lower intelligence, no point trying to discuss this rationally, more than likely you'll have to pull from your newly acquired bag of unicorn magicks to show you're not the only one packing heat. Doesn't matter whether or not they know any useful spells, we just need to intimidate, despite my earlier opinions.
>>100159 Trying to push the CYOA aspect of these a bit more, since I'm starved for ideas >You decide to sneak up on her, but you trip and fall to the ground. >League hears you. "Are you alright, 'Clover?'" "This is my swamp...." >She just looks down at you, a bit confused, before shrugging it off and helping you up. >"So, what's the plan for the bits?" >You rub your flank where you fell, and shrug. "You wouldn't happen to have anyplace to hide them back at your place, would you?" >She shakes her head, averting your gaze. "I think I've tapped the potential of my room's concealing properties with the bed." >You begin to trot off with League as you ponder the issue, heading for Sugarcube Corner. >The issue still in the back of your mind, you enter the front door with a bell sounding your entry. >Before you can say anything, you're tackled by a pink mass of cocaine and cotton candy. >Your heart beating noticibly harder, you look up to see that it's just Ponk. >What do?
Moonlight's knife, while certainly sharper than a butter knife, is nonetheless fairly small. If well placed, it might be able to kill, but you're pretty sure she doesn't have it in her. At worst, you'd get a few cuts that would certainly hurt, but you'll live. You call her bluff.
"You're retarded, aren't you?"
Your boldness catches her off guard.
>"Says the pony who doesn't seem to know what a knife is. Do you realize I could kill you right now?"
"Do you realize I'm currently staying with the princess' protege, and that if she finds my bloodied corpse, they're going to do a lot worse to you than you did to me? But I don't think it'll even get to that. Do you know what I am? I'm a Navy fucking Seal. Do you want to see what gorilla warfare looks like? Because I'm going to fuck you up if you continue with that shit."
Moonlight blinks and puts her knife away.
>"Damn bitch, you crazy."
She walks away with Monsoon. You've won this round, and have apparently caught the attention of a few other ponies, who are now cheering your name.
>>100282 Oh yea. Gotta go with the milk. Without going into it in too much detail, I'm only interested in drinking some of filly's pee. Drinking your mare's milk would be something else. I would suckle my little pony's teats whenever I had the chance, even if I was a little pony myself, and my little pony was actually bigger than me. So there you have it.
>>100487 This They got put in their place and you have no need to brag or showboat Eat that lunch like the cold blooded filly you are, you've earned it [1d100 = 83]
>Be Anon >You sat in a clean, well-furnished bookstore smack dab in the middle of Canterlot's famous Prominẽ Bouelevard, the shop probably older than most governments >It was surprisingly modern on the inside; clean tables, new carpet and of course, shelves of books on the walls that reminded you a bit too much of home. >Smelled like coffee, of course >The chair you sat in was comfy, the cushions covered with some kind of denim padding; alongside it sat shopping bags full of leg-high stockings, bedsheets, and fancy chocolates (the only store you'd enjoyed visiting.) >Your tum-tum was still full of free samples >The table in front of you was littered with dozens of books you'd shot down >"Origins of Equiish Linguistics", its cover without image or illustration; "Rock On!", featuring a bored-looking earth pony on the cover -presumably the author-; and "Achievements and Inventions of Zebras" (an incredibly small tome) >Jesus purple, find something I would like >"Are you SURE you don't want any nonfiction??" she yelled from behind a bookcase." "Yes, Twilight! I already hate this life enough." >She peers out from behind a bookshelf, giving you an icy stare and speaking in a harsh whisper >"Anon! Don't say things like that!" >You grumble noncommittaly >You weren't a suicidefag anyway >"How about this one?" Twilight asked, floating over a small, pink book from the 'Self-Help' section >You grabbed it in your hooves and looked down >"How to Make Friends." with a smiling colt and filly standing next to each other, obviously friends and/or fuckbuddies "...I don't need this." you said, throwing the book gently down at your (metaphorical) feet >"Well, I just thought that maybe you'd like to brush up and learn some pony mannerisms, and try to expand your horizons a bit." "But I've already got two friends." >"But wouldn't you like MORE?" she asked with a smile "Not really." >She turned down to look at a low shelf, hiding her disappointment >Although... more friends meant more time outside the Castle >You paused "Well..." >Her face looked up back at you "Will you buy their birthday presents?" >"...Okay." "Done." >The two of you shook hooves, and in but a moment you were standing out on the sidewalk, another bag added to the floating mass
Disregard I suck cocks and forgot about what you had in the last thread which I actually did read before all the hectic holiday happenings pushed it out of my mind. Just got used to brushing up with pastebins because I read so much shit it's hard to keep track of it all sometimes
>>100493 Well, cause you asked. It's intimate, watersports. It comes from your lover's body, after all. It carries with it her warmth, flavor, and scent. Aspects of her being. Parts of her that you want to imbibe. If filly's pee is too heavy, then it just smells like waste and tastes as bad as you would think. Nothing hot about that. But if it is fairly clear... Straight from that most intimate place, from your lover, comes a fluid that is light and pleasant, warm as her, and is produced by and flavored by her body.
>>100483 Make yourself as cutesy as possible. "Miss Pinkie, may I ask a vewy small favor?" [1d100 = 45]
>>100485 Try to keep anonymous; Moonlight and Monsoon can and will mess you up if you rub it in their faces. Keep chatting with your pals, eat your sandwich, and mention "See, fillies? Standing up for yourself really works." [1d100 = 94]
>>100485 Get Strapped, nigga. Provided you make it home she gonna fuck you up the first chance they get. You gonna need to get your hands on and/or make something nice and concealable to protect yourself. I'd suggest dusters if they had fingers
You take a moment to calm yourself. Adrenaline is coursing through your veins, and for a while, you still feel like you can sense every action happening around you at all times. Reaching into your bag once more, you pull out the sandwich. You take an adventure bite, and it is incredibly sweet. Not just the honey, but the dandelion petals too. In a way, you can somewhat understand why people back on Earth made wine out of this stuff... although it could just be that your new pony taste buds are allowing you to enjoy certain foods that would otherwise have been more bitter as a human. You briefly contemplate whether this will mean that foods you used to enjoy as a human, like steak, will taste gross as a pony... as if you'd ever get the chance to enjoy steak again.
Your newfound friends pester you about how amazing you are for standing up to the bullies. To the best of your ability, you try to entertain them with simple platitudes about how important it is to stand up for yourself. All the while, you slowly enjoy the sandwich. In a way, it feels a bit more important than the ponies you've been keeping the company of all of your lunch break, because this sandwich was not simply one that was given to you. This was a sandwich that you had to earn, risking life and limb to keep for yourself. Knowing that you had this victory made it taste better than anything you had ever eaten before in your life.
Lunch ends soon enough, and you are brought in to your final class of the day: writing. The assignment of the day is to compose a poem. It can be about anything, but it must be from the heart.
>>100516 gookmoot doesn't care as he would have stepped in at the start of the shitstorm if he did. I'm fully expecting to be banned when I get home as I posted a filly in the new years thread too.
>>100514 Write a surreal poem about humanity and earth; it would be as weird to ponies as a poem about them and equestria would be to normie humans. Good luck writing anything with your lips, though. [1d100 = 16]
I want to combine these two, but it's four in the morning and I need to be at the DMV tomorrow to get an enhanced ID before I head back to uni. I'll come up with something tomorrow unless someone rolls something even higher.
Like do you people actually unironically want to be turned into a child cartoon pony so you can be fucked or "bred" by people from /mlp/ or you yourself fuck an /mlp/ user that has been turned into a little filly? Do you realize how ridiculous that is This is by far the most degenerate general on /mlp/ I mean it combines fucking pedophilia, transformation, beastiality and/or xenophilia and whatever other fetshes you might have and Tbh I gagged a lil bit upon discovering this thread Please consider psychiatric help and reevaluate your life of you unironically browse this general and look at anon filly pictures
Like do you people actually unironically want to be turned into a child cartoon pony so you can be fucked or "bred" by people from /mlpol/ or you yourself fuck an /mlpol/ user that has been turned into a little filly? Do you realize how ridiculous that is This is by far the most degenerate thread on /mlpol/ I mean it combines fucking pedophilia, transformation, beastiality and/or xenophilia and whatever other fetshes you might have and Tbh I gagged a lil bit upon discovering this thread Please consider psychiatric help and reevaluate your life of you unironically browse this thread and look at anon filly pictures
>>100537 What the fuck did you just fuking say about Anonfilly you little shill? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the horsefucker academy, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Reddit-Quaeda, and I have over 420 confirmed kills, I am trained in horsepussy warfare, and I'm the top shitposter in the entire /mlpol/ defense force. You are nothing to me but another shill. I will Anonfilly you with precision the likes of which has ever been seen before in equestria, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with calling horsefuckers degenerate on my board? Think again, shill. As we speak I am contacting my secret board of nazi horsefuckers across the internet, and you board is being flooded with Anonfilly so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that floods the shills with Anonfilly. You're fucking dead, kid. I can post anywhere, anytime, and I can post seven hundred cute poner pics, and that's just my Anonfilly folder. Not only am I extensively trained in the ways of horsepussy, but I have access to the entire shitposting capabilities of the /mlpol/ defence force and I will use it to it's full extent to flood your miserable post off the face of this board you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "This thread is degenerate" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're drowning in Anonfilly, you little shill. I will post Anonfilly all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead Shill Tldr: don't shit on the others for having fun >returns to lurking
>>100552 Yeah, i had a chicken once, i named her Black Sabbath because she was all black, she used to shit on everything but i made her a little room on the house and i cleaned frequently. That was until a friend's girflriend went to check what was on the room and ended up breaking my poor chicken's neck accidentally. Rip black sabbath, you died too young.
>>100561 Only wild animals that make 'good' pets are stuff like tarantula. They don't stink, make noise or potentially wreak your house. Need very little feeding too, just chuck a cricket or something in thier enclosure every few weeks and top up the water dish and they are golden. Downside basically is that they don't do anything.
Visions of your home back on Earth dance in your head as you try your hardest to compose a poem. You try to focus your inspirations to come from your recent victory, but your creativity leaves off on a tangent of its own. In the end, you find yourself blending the two thoughts together. You stand before the class, and read...
"Why do I fight?
I have seen cities turned to soot and ash Thousands killed by a blinding flash War does nothing but ruin our lives Leaving dead husbands, and tearful wives
Those who survive are plagued by guilt Over the many homes that must be rebuilt It's a pain that seeps deep like an adder's bite Why then, do I fight?
I fight to protect my many friends They alone, make it worth it in the end Though family too makes life worth living Their love, a gift that just keeps giving
I fight so I'll never have to be alone I'll fight for the simple pleasures at home To this I'll fight just one more day For sandwiches made of honey and fries of hay
I hope I never have to fight again But if I must, it won't be in vain It will be for love, and friends, and laughter And a sweet, delicious, happy ever after
That is why I fight."
You take a bow to the sound of a hoof-stomping applause.
Class ends soon after, and when school is over, you are met by Twilight and the rest of the family, minus Shining Armor who is still in class at Canterlot High.
>>100502 Currently at line 5000 >Was expecting a handful of unrelated, decent but generally puerile greentexts >Was not expecting a novel-length emotional roller coaster that is top-tier fanfiction for a greentext
Geez, that first alt-ending came out of nowhere like a truck of peace. The second one was also brutal but in a different way. What a way to write a sympathetic antagonist. 9/10 >>100317 Saving you for later, little buddy.
>>100652 Thanks for the response! Glad you like it. I'll try to keep the quality up and posts coming. I think it's time for filly to be abused again. Maybe another alternate ending.
But novel-length is a bit- >8081 lines >88,140 words >500,989 characters
>>100651 >I have seen cities turned to soot and ash >Thousands killed by a blinding flash >War does nothing but ruin our lives >Leaving dead husbands, and tearful wives
>>100727 This, but I also want to see Spike brought into the story. Wasn't it mentioned that he was on vacation for 9 weeks, and wasn't his surprise upon meeting Anonfilly going to be played out? The dual relationship between Anon and Twi is interesting but having Spike try to fit in a castle, however large, is too small for the three of them can have many scenarios. Add Starlight into the mix, and the possibilities are endless.
Also, is it intentional to show so little of the Mane 6? If not then they ought to be fit in more to add depth. If it is, then it's quite clever as it shows Twilight's distancing herself from friends even as she longs desperately for love.
Anyway, having binged on the rest of the pastebin through the night (who needs sleep, anyway), I'm glad that it's a continuing story. Great way to practice writing skills!
"Honestly, it went pretty great. I even learned a new friendship lesson -- always stand up to bullies, because it will make you popular with the whole school."
Twilight gives you a playful noogie.
>"Glad to hear you're doing well. I always remember that school as being a little bit brutal. I take it you're making friends alright?"
"Well yeah. It helps to be nice to ponies and help them out with their work and such."
Mama Velvet finally chimes into your conversation.
>"It's probably for the best that you're making friends. Celestia's been pouring through birth records of Canterlot and the surrounding cities, and she can't find any pony that matches your name and description anywhere. Just where do you come from, exactly?"
[1d100 = 56] >>100798 I'm with this Anon. If anybody starts pressuring us about it, we can just get emotional and say we don't want to talk about it until they fuck off. We already know that telling the truth is potentially detrimental.
>>100802 This. Stay silent about it as much as possible but if we can't, I'd say we tell them we've been vagabonds for as long as we remember. [1d100 = 34]
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Get out of my head before I do what I know is best for you. Get out of my head before I listen to everything she said to me. Get out of my head before I show you how much I love you. Get out of my head before I finish writing this poem.
But a poem is never actually finished. It just stops moving.
>>100483 "Pinkie, I can't move." >She hops off of you and starts bouncing around. >"This is so great! Normally I don't give twwwwwwo welcome to Ponyville parties to the same... thing, but I'll make an exception just for you, Anon!" >Wot >Oh right, she's the lowest-functioning omnipotent the world has ever seen. "That's great, Pinkie, but right now League and I just kinda want to get some ice-cream. Say, could we step into the back-room for a bit to talk about a couple of things?" >"Sure!" >As the three of you step into the backroom, you look around for prying eyes. >Finding none, you sit on a crate of icing and begin to explain your plan to Pinkie. "League and I have recently made quite a bit of bits selling tours of questionable legality around Twilight's castle. If you could hide our bits for us as a friend, we'd be grateful." >League seems satisfied with that. >"I'll do it, but not just as a friend. I have... other demands to fulfill first." >She glances at you, licking her lips a bit. >You nervously back up, not sure what to do in this scenario. >What do?
More questions you'd rather not answer. How lucky Twilight must be to have come to Equestria in the body of an existing pony.
"If I'm really honest, I can't remember that well. All I know is that it's pretty far from here."
Mama Velvet sighs.
>"Well, that'll make things difficult to find you a proper home. I hope you don't mind staying with us a little longer than expected. I mean, I don't mind taking care of you for an extended stay. Twilight sure seems to have taken a liking to you, but I'd just like to make sure it's what you want."
>>100948 This. It's worth going along with whatever Pinkie says in order to gain a useful ally and friend. [1d100 = 74]
>>100929 Be grateful to Mama Velvet and tell her there's nowhere else you'd rather stay. If you gain the trust of the Twilights maybe they'll believe you if Sparkle suddenly abuses you. [1d100 = 99]
>>100975 Hah, yea. Poor guy. I feel like we kinda owe him. That was messed up what we did to the fella and his lover. It's not like they aren't for real, so I feel kinda bad about it, the poor dears. If we could make something work for them, set something up for them maybe... I'm a total fucking sucker, so I'd love to help them out.
We basically stepped in between the young man and his true love. That's fucked up. I say we need to fix it. Make it a priority. I can't imagine what the two are going through right now.
>>100929 >How lucky Twilight must be to have come to Equestria in the body of an existing pony. Really makes you wonder about the ramifications of this. Is the real Twilight's soul still trapped in the same body Or did she become kill when the new host entered the body.
>>101085 Kiss. That. Ass. Unless we really wanna get out of town. We can live with a rich prominent family and reap all the benefits that come with that. And if we're lucky, Velvet is a freak.
Might as well play along, we need to quiz Twi as much as we can about how she got here, when, etc. Also where she’s from and stuff. But let’s just bide our time for now and go along with Velvet.
>>101112 Yes. I've been shilling this place hard in response. They need to see the reality of the situation on /mlp/ and realize that this place promises salvation, but I don't know how many people I really got through to.
>glimmerspam scare people of /mlp/ >not deleted >original thread that generate content and have a drawfag attract peoples and generate more board activity >deleted
Overmoderated just to kill the good thread.
They probably don't kill the other general just to cover their ass right now but they will probably make another anonfilly scenario in the future.
>>101115 >>101122 True, It's just that this really pisses me off, since it seems to be happening on our board more often than any other, except maybe /v/ and /pol/
>>101125 Some dude started posting gay bestiality in the second thread, and all the reports must have drawn the mod's attention to the thread, which he then deleted because it was fun new content that lots of people where enjoying. Just a part of destroying /mlp/.
>>101121 But if he axes those threads now, then why hasn't he axed the [IT HURTS] thread yet? Someone created one over six hours ago on /mlp/, and it's still up even though it barely has any posters. Is he waiting for the ones who hangs out in that thread to think it's safe to post again, only to remove it once everyone is chatting happily, thus killing the mood for them even more?
>>101132 >>101134 Before jumping to conspiracy theories, consider how it could simply be a lack of care or understanding.
Mods/janitors don't skim every single thread on the board at all times. They go by reports. Either people have not reported the thread, or the person who looked at the report did not realize what the thread was.
"Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity."
>>101134 Who knows? Maybe he likes loli? We all know that the justification for deleting the filly thread (that its pedophilic in nature) was just a bullshit excuse. There is also at least one thread floating around with porn in it. It's not like the mods actually care about doing their jobs. Let go of that idea. They aren't there to police the board and keep up quality. They are actively sabotaging it. They are ensuring that the user experience is as shitty as possible.
>>101138 I'm too cynical for that. The mods have always hated /mlp/. Where you not there? Do you not know the history of the place? Besides, malice or no, they cause harm all the same. They (and everyone else on that site) hate us, and Gookmoot doesn't really give a fuck. They are killing /mlp/ on purpose.
>>101132 So basically shitposters ruined another thread and the mods/janitors are just being lazy cunts by deleting the entire thread rather than actually moderating the shit posts
>>101143 Sure, but complacency is all it takes. They really just don't give a fuck. Remember the mod on /sp/? Where you there for that? Everybody was so outraged.
This comic, but /co/ is /mlp/ and /mlp/ is the rest of the board.
>>101114 >I seriously think that the mods want to stop traffic to that board as much as possible, So they can justify deleting the board. Holy shit, this.
>>101152 It wouldn't be the first time they've tried, they just kept getting stonewalled by everyone when they tried to do it en masse, dividing and driving out the userbase slowly thread by thread is far more likely to succeed.
>>101148 Oh, there was some thing during the last Babby I think where some /sp/ mod deleted their cup thread or something for being off topic or some shit. The entirety of 4chan had a little freak out about dumb abusive mods and how much they suck and stuff. I don't really know, I was just sitting there laughing my ass off as everybody else complained about 'how horrible and abusive he mods are, I can't even believe this, you won't believe what they've done, how can this happen, you need to stick up for me and make a fuss!'
>>100975 >Inb4 we replace Cadence as Shining's illicit lover (No, I'm not rolling for that, you sicko)
>>101085 Abuse your benefits gradually. Ponies might get incredibly sentimental incredibly quickly, but let Velvet be the one coddling you rather than you testing her patience. Also, avoiding making your "siblings" jealous reduces likelihood of getting caught with your proverbial pants down.
So have we had dinner yet? A growing pony's got to eat, dangit! Also, while indoor hide & seek is fun, it landed you in trouble last time, so see if you can play Ancapoly™ instead. [1d100 = 72]
>>101140 As one who's first had the 4Chan experience on this board, I don't feel the same sentimental attachment for the original as you do. However, I can tell you that if the mods actively worked against this community I would also be up in a tizzy. It's a whole microcosm of the broader state of civilization.
>>101162 I wouldn't care, but the fact of the matter is /mlp/ still hosts most of the pony content. This place is nice, but I have to go elsewhere in order to get certain things, and as long as that elsewhere is the only place that has said things, I want it to be happy, healthy, and thriving. I lament the loss of content, not the forum. The forum live on here.
>>101132 And the lesson is, if you don't like something just post illegal shit on there and the whole thread will be deleted. Remember when Barneyfag deleted some /v/ pony threads by posting that Tails pedo comic? Reddit has the power now.
>tfw we will never have 10 dedicated ponyfags with good VPN posting ponies in every single board again
You embrace your new "mom" into an even tighter hug.
"Thanks Mama Velvet. You're the best. I loved that sandwich you made earlier today, by the way."
She giggles just a bit.
>"Oh, you are too kind."
Twilight Sparkle is looking at you kind of funny. You decide you're going to refer to her mentally as Purple from now on, seeing as "Mama Velvet" is also named Twilight. You're not sure what to call this look. Concern? Intrigue? Confusion? She's certainly studying your behavior.
>"Hey mom, do you think I could take Anon with me to see Lyra today? I want to introduce them. You know, make my friends friends of each other and all that?"
Posting some fillies because reasons. Apologies for poor quality, I do not own a drawing tablet so these were scanned using my shitty printer or pictured with a phone.
A conversation you had with Purple the other day comes to mind. The other human in Canterlot was green, and in her class at Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. Was Lyra this filly? You aren't sure, but you don't have much better to do, so you follow.
The walk to Lyra's house is relatively quiet, but you try to keep it from becoming too awkward with a little conversation about your day. Purple seems rather glad that you're getting along well at school, and tells you a little bit about her own day... of attempting to walk on clouds and falling through half the time. Mimicking the functionality of other pony races is apparently rather difficult to learn. It might be a while before she could confidently take other ponies on random trips to Cloudsdale.
When you finally arrive at Lyra's place, you are met by her mom, who tells you she's practicing her Lyre, though you can feel free to bug her. A familiar tune greets you as you walk up the stairs...
>>101252 Looks like you have found a rare video Hooktube can't handle for some reason. >longest running livestream >assuming yt isn't starting to crack down on hooktube
>"I was a busker back on Earth. Do you have any idea how many times I got asked to play that?"
Fuck, did you just offend her on your first impression?
>"About as many times as I got asked to play Stairway... until the meme died off and I ended up practicing on a song for months that I wouldn't end up playing that often. So you know what? If you want Free Bird... you better be ready to hear some fucking Free Bird!"
She gets up on two hooves. You can tell she's had practice at this, because holy hell is that awkward in a pony body. What you hear is perhaps the best damn rendition of Free Bird you could get out of a harp and a filly voice. Really, she even managed to get some of the electric guitar distortion effect out of it, which you were not expecting at all in this world.
In the end, she takes a bow.
>"So... you're the filly Twi's been telling me about. Where you from? Back on Earth, that is."
>"No shit. But like, where from? At least say what state you're from. Like... I'm a Seattlite born and raised, Twi's from somewhere in Virginia, though she won't say where, and Blossomforth... Twi, did you figure out where she's from?"
Purple puts a hoof to her chin for a moment to think.
>"Well, based on her accent, I'd say probably Minnesota or Wisconsin. Hard to say. I didn't have much a chance to talk with her before she went bolting off to Ponyville. I hope she's not expecting to meet with too many of the other Mane Six. Pinkie should still be living on her rock farm for a few more years, and Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy should still be in Cloudsdale living with their parents. So she's going to have run away from an orphanage in a reasonably bustling city to what is basically a dump with just Applejack and Rarity."
Lyra rolls her eyes.
>"Twi, you're rambling again."
>"Oh... right. So where are you from, Anon?"
"If you must know... Texas."
Both ponies nod.
>"Best state by far."
Lyra reaches an arm around you.
>"Okay, you're alright. We should chill some more. What kinda music you like? I can do most classic rock, plus everything by Nirvana."
This earns you a smile, and your private Lyra concert continues. As it turns out, she knows a lot more songs than you had imagined, though still not perfect enough to play any old song you can request at her. She plays for about an hour, interrupted only slightly by her mother coming into the room, asking her to keep it down a bit.
>"You know, a year and a half ago, you were such a sweet little filly with your lyre, and nowadays you only seem to play a racket."
>"It's called rock, mom, and I'm going to revolutionize the Equestrian music scene, just you wait!"
Of course a Canterlot mother won't understand. Lyra's a proper musician at heart. After a little while more, she finally stops to take a break.
>"You know... back at home, this was my life. All day, every day. Even when it rained. Especially when it rained. I learned somewhere to the tune of a couple hundred songs, sometimes by ear, just to see a smiling face and a fresh 5 or 20 in my guitar case whenever I caught someone by surprise. 'Holy crap, he really knows that song!' I kept tabs on whatever people would request the most. Wasn't that good at making too many of my own songs, but I'd say I was probably the best cover artist in the whole Emerald city. And now... what am I, man?"
She drags you into an even tighter hug.
>"Thanks for being a good audience. I kinda needed that."
You return the hug and pat Lyra on the back as you do so.
"Fuckin' faggot."
Lyra just laughs.
>"Nah. I may have been a member of the 'left coast', but I was never into other guys. Give me pussy any day... fuck I miss pussy."
She lays back on her bed and plucks a few random, somber chords.
>"It's nice to have friends, really. Ponies have a lot of human-like qualities, but it's just... not the same. I kinda wish I could get a girlfriend though. None of the other humans would mesh well with me though. Twi was married, and still is in her heart. I think she misses her kids every day."
Purple nods.
>"I do. Although you two remind me a little of my sons in a way. I hope they're doing alright. I can only imagine what kind of chaos has been going on at home since I've left. Although I'm not entirely sure if time has passed on Earth at all or if, should we ever return, we'll end up right where we left off."
>"You know Twi, if that actually happens, Blossom's gonna have the same problem as us in reverse. Mentally ages from 12 to who knows how old, drops right back into a 12 year old body and has to live with her mom again."
The two share a collective laugh.
>"So Anon, what are you hoping happens out of all of this?"
"Honestly... I was hoping we could work on this together. Three brains is better than one, right?"
Purple seems to nod in agreement.
>"So I take it you're on team 'let's get the hell out of Equestria'? Kinda glad to hear. That said, you should probably know we're just as clueless as you are. I've been here for a little more than 2 years. In that time, I've earned a cutie mark for magic and I still have no idea what the hell is going on. I've read through every book I can find on magic, physics, history, you name it... still nothing that explains a phenomenon even close to this."
Lyra breathes a deep, heavy sigh.
>"It also begs a question as to why, doesn't it? I mean, I don't know about you two, but I wasn't THAT important back on Earth. I mean, sure I was good at what I did, but musicians in Seattle are kind of a dime a dozen. Would anyone have a cause to take a couple of nobodies and drop them into magic horse land, not even telling them what they're there for? Rap with me Anon, can you think of any reason this shit might be happening?"
>>101364 Now, this story might sound absurdly silly But it's about how I got turned into a little filly And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there, don't move or chuckle I'll tell you how I became the sister of a foal called Twilight Sparkle In Texas born and raised In front of the screen was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all s***posting on a little board called /pol/ When I went to sleep as life behooves And I woke up with weird green hooves I flirted with the princess but she took no heed She said 'You're movin' with Twilight's mom and her steed'
>>101369 Nice rap, rolling for this, but changed the wording from Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all s***posting on a little board called /pol/ to Chillin' out is how I roll And all s***posting on a little board called /pol/
Because cool and /pol/ don't really rhyme, as cool is pronounced kul, while /pol/ is pronounced as pole.
>>101443 What if someone were to go to Desuarchive and the /mlp/ ban list, screencap every ban that was handed out to those who posted Anonfilly that did not break any rules, save it all in one picture and post it in both /mlp/, the pony threads on /trash/, and /qa/?
>>101447 Of course they would, because it'd show how autistic the mod really is, which he does not want anyone to know about. But, as I mentioned earlier, only a couple of Anons knows that Anonfilly is gone, but not everyone knows why.
"Now, this story might sound absurdly silly But it's about how I got turned into a little filly And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there, don't move or chuckle I'll tell you how I became the sister of a foal called Twilight Sparkle In Texas born and raised In front of the screen was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out is how I roll And all shitposting on a little board called /pol/ When I went to sleep as life behooves And I woke up with weird green hooves I flirted with the princess but she took no heed She said 'You're movin' with Twilight's mom and her steed'"
Your two pony audience bursts into laughter and applause immediately afterwards. Lyra immediately grabs you into another hug.
>"Bro, you and me, we should do a thing. You bring rap to Equestria and I'll provide you accompaniment. I just need to get a bass guitar. Maybe a few other instruments too, this place is looking pretty barren. Sure I can learn a lyre in a few days to make it not look suspicious that I'm not as good at it as whoever this pony was before me, but fuck, I can do better."
>>101473 I think OP was banned. He either fucked off before I could shill mlpol at him, or he doesn't want to be here. A sad loss either way. I just hope he at least tries again after the ban is up. I don't wanna lose NASApone just like that. It's such a cute style too.
>>101476 This. >>101484 I want to love the filly and cuddle her.
>>101520 Ehh, he don't care. I don't think /mlp/ is big enough to matter anymore. When it was a huge chunk of traffic then sure, but now it's much slower and much smaller than it used to be.
>>101526 CarbS's story is like the only reason I tolerate Glim Glam. Also this comic >>101514 because it made me feel bad for her. Fucking filly thread making me like Glimmer. Maybe it should be banned?
>>100206 After watching the entire 1st season of this anime, and the green filly V.orange filly arguments here has given me inspiration. Fresh poorly written writefaggotry ETA 72 hours.
>>101560 I hope I don't have to watch a whole season of anime to fully understand the green you've been inspired to write; my spring semester of college starts at the beginning of next week
"You know what? We should jam. We can busk outside the castle and make total bank. Tons of rich nobles passing by."
Lyra shakes her head.
>"I can get what you're saying, but it would be like playing in front of the House of Congress. All you'd get is a bunch of pissed off bureaucrats telling you to keep it down. The best place in Canterlot to do this..."
She opens up the curtains in front of her window to show a bustling city square down below
>"Is right before our eyes."
You gaze down upon the city streets and see it is covered in rich and middle class ponies going about their daily business. If Canterlot had any homeless, they certainly didn't show themselves. Ideas about how to profit off of this dance in your head.
"Hey, what if we could get Twilight to dress up like a gypsy and dance to our music?"
This causes Lyra to smile, and you both turn to see the now embarrassed Twilight.
>"I- I'd say I have two left feet, but that is literally true for all of us right now. The answer is no though. I can't dance."
So much for that idea.
Will you do anything more with Lyra while you're at her house?
>Finally start trying to writefag >First time I've written while coming up with my own plot >Constantly rewrite what I have, read over it, rewrite it again, look over it rewrit- I-I'll post something soon guys. I promise
>>101656 Good thing it's already being exterminated by the Jews then :^)
It's a little close to 4 o'clock. You don't have to be back home until 5, so you try to think of something to do until then. Lyra looks pretty exhausted, and you do recall her mentioning missing pussy...
You climb on top of the bed and lay next to her. Before she can react, you quickly set to work dividing her legs and eyeing your prize - a beautiful, mint-colored clit. You quickly reach out to attack it with your tongue.
>"Uh Anon? What are you dooooooooooooiiing?"
You don't stop. Instead, you straddle her in hopes she'll catch on and join in. Fuck her snatch tastes good. It... your tongue is frozen in place. Lyra crawls out from under you, and you see a very displeased Twilight in front of you.
>"I forgot to mention one thing about Anon... she's a bit of a pervert."
Lyra laughs and gives you a playful noogie.
>"The filly who loved too much, eh? Don't worry mate, I won't hold it against you. We're all a bit tense. That said, like I said before, I'm not gay. I don't care if you are, but I don't swing that way."
>>101668 God fucking damn it, all these fillies are fucking faggots. Reminder that lesbians and other homosexuals are overwhelmingly abusive pedos. Do these fucking horses want us the get raped?
"Alright Lyra, I'll try not to do that again. Although you know, it's not THAT gay if you think about it. You see, since we're both male minded but with a female body, it's sort of a Schrödinger's..."
Purple gives you a light hoof to the head.
>"You know, maybe you should try asking people whether they'd like to fool around with you BEFORE you decide to go around shoving your face in their snatch. Were you like this back at home? Or are you just doing this because you know you couldn't get away with it as a man?"
I'm just going to slam this down because if I don't I'll probably keep completely changing things around and never settle on anything and it's frustrating changing one thing and then having to go back through and change everything else to fit it At this point I don't think I will ever be happy with anything I produce but oh well. I wrote it anyway so I'm going to post it
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You are Anon And you have been living in Equestria for a few months now You really never expected to end up here Not that you were sure of what you were expecting to come from your actions but it sure wasn't this But hey, at least you have a fresh start in a new world right? Maybe now you can finally start to get your shit tog- PPPPPFFFFFTTTTTHAHAHAHA Not really. I mean honestly, if you were capable of that you wouldn't have ended up here to begin with, you'd be back home living a happy life What you actually ended up doing is taking the house located in Ponyville that was generously gifted to you by the Princesses of this realm along with a monthly allowance intended to help you out until you gained a job and integrated into pony society Then slowly but surely you began locking yourself away like the filthy loser with zero ambitions or aspirations that you are and proceeded to drown yourself in self pity ... Maybe you should have just worked to improve your life back on Earth, at least you weren't an alien there Perhaps you could have simply quit your job and moved back in with your parents then proceeded to use their internet to complain about the government not giving you enough free gibs I mean hey, if so many commies could be happy with their mental illness and feel entitled to a free ride maybe you could have integrated with them and gotten some of those sweet federal handouts before God Emperor Trump put a stop to it and used it as a way to kicksta- *knock knock knock* Ugh It's Twilight at the door, interrupting your daily moping session You know it's her because she comes every other day attempting to motivate you into not being a sad sack of shit and you always did your best to humor the purple Alicorn No point in ignoring her, the last time you did that she just teleported in anyway and nearly caught you sulking Fucking magic is OP, pls nerf
Pulling yourself up out of the human shaped crater formed into the couch which was given along with the house, you drag yourself to the front door Mentally preparing yourself to say whatever you have to in order to get her to leave you alone again for a while, you put on that familiar facade that you've perfected over time The moment you open the door she begins to speak before you can get out so much as a, "hello" >"Good day Anonymous! I think I've finally figured out a solution to your employment problems- blahblahblahblah" Great more shit about you going out and getting a job, why can't she just fund your new NEET lifestyle? It's not like you hadn't tried in the beginning You would go out wearing your mask with a smile plastered on it and ask around town trying to find work but none of the ponies ever seemed to need any permanent help, the most you were able to do was an odd job here or there Mostly jobs given to you out of pity as far as you were able to tell Shit like helping Applejack at her farm collecting apples Running a quick errand or two for Rarity like delivering outfits to her customers Helping Fluttershy feed her critters Being an, "Official Taste Tester" for Pinkie The list goes on, but mostly it was just Twilight and her friends that gave you anything to do from time to time As nice as that was of them it did nothing to help your self esteem It didn't take too long for social anxiety to creep up onto your back again and you found it hard to even leave the house anymore You were falling into the same dark thoughts and feelings that led you to the land you're in now Maybe you should just go ahead and- >"HEY! Are you listening to me Anon?" Oh shit, quick! Roll for speech "Of course I am Twilight." She eyes you suspiciously for a split second before adopting a smile on her snout again >"Great! Let's go ahead and get going then! Just follow me back to the castle and we can begin!" FUCK, what did you miss? Probably just another chore out of pity like polishing her crystal floors or some shit Well, may as well go along with it Not like you have anything better to do anyway
>>101740 Be Twilight Sparkle and you are walking back to your home with Anonymous in tow You had told Anon that you needed some help cleaning the floors in your castle laboratory after a failed experiment and that you had some ideas about what he could do long-term that you wanted to show him afterwards, but that was only half true As the Princess of Friendship it had hurt you to see how badly he has been doing at getting along and fitting in, despite his apparent optimism But after today that won't be a problem anymore When he first arrived and you questioned him on how he came to be here all you got was that he had, "no idea" That he had just went to sleep one night and woke up here without any sort of explanation He seemed to be an alright individual and you were excited to learn about another planet that was completely unknown to you or anypony else Given his circumstances and being abruptly pulled away from his life and placed here, he seemed to be taking it extremely well Ponyville wasn't a large town or anything but you were sure that he would eventually fit in somewhere His positivity was infectious Anon wasn't the type to ever frown or show a negative emotion since you've met him You knew better now though He'd been faking it the entire time Luna had told you last night about her concerns of the human Apparently it was extremely hard for her to see what his dreams were about since he was not a pony but she had finally broken through the veil of his mind And she did not like the scenes that greeted her unbeknownst to him Dreams about what he had actually done and was considering doing again Why would he ever do such a thing? Why would he consider going through with it a second time? Was it really so bad here? Nervousness courses through you about what your planning on doing once you arrive at your lab with him You're much more scared of what he might do if you don't though Anonymous the human would be gone, but Anonymous wouldn't die or leave Equestria
"Alright Twilight, give me a fucking break. I've never been a hormonal pre-teen filly before."
Purple seems to just roll her eyes, but to your surprise, Lyra comes to your support.
>"She's got a point. Neither of us know what it's like to be female. You got messed with in one less way than us in this. I might have a little more self control, but even I can understand the sexual tension to a point. Fuck, does this world even have dildos? Because I think we could all use some fucking dildos."
Purple stares at her blankly.
>"Dildos. Really? Even if there are stores that sell them here, do you really think ponies would just hand away dildos to a bunch of fillies?"
>"Then we'll have to MAKE a dildo. Cut up a broom handle, polish it, maybe carve it into the right shape... Anon, what do you think of this? Think it'll solve your rampant sex drive? Because if so, I will DESTROY the next broom I see, so help me."
man, i've made almost no lewd on this thing, this is unacceptable but aside from that, you niggas tell me when this shit is shit, or if it's all shit and i should just kill myself. just don't wanna stay trash forever.
>>100922 Sorry for the short and slightly shit update, just wanted to prove I wasn't abandoning my green. "W-what do you want, Pinkie?" >"We both know what I want Anon, and I'm not above forcing your little friend into it as well." >You try the door, but it's locked. >League starts to whimper. >"Taste testing!" >Wot >"I gotcha, didn't I?" "Heh, yeah. You really got me, Pink." >You are instinctively hugging League. >She doesn't seem to mind. >"Now come on, your bits are worth nothing here. Tonight's round is on the house!" >Pinkie brings the two of you out into the main area, where she slides a couple of milkshakes across the table. >"I wasn't kidding about the taste testing though, mkay?" >She slaps down a notepad seemingly from out of nowhere. "Do you have a pencil?" >"You have one on your ear, silly!" >Oh, right. >Why can you never remember that? >You pass it to League, who's already halfway through her shake. >Sucking in the creamy substance, you immediately know how to describe it. >What do?
>>101770 Thanks, m8. Speaking of ids, get used to this one. I likely won't be back to my normal IP for a while. >>101769 Wait, is the shake the 9/10, and my green shit, or is the green a 9/10 and the shake shit? My sleep-deprived brain is unable to glean meaning, halp.
"A dildo? I can't have a dildo! I don't want to pop my hymen and lose my virginity."
Purple stares at you for all of about 5 seconds, waiting for a punchline.
>"So, let me get this straight. Trying to put my brother's dick in you, and shoving your face up mine and Lyra's snatch, does not count as losing your virginity, but masturbating with a dildo made out of a modified broom handle does?"
Lyra can't contain her laughter.
>"Holy shit... you tried to fuck her brother? I'm pretty sure that dick would break you. Should I make your dildo extra large?"
"Alright, fine. Make me a big, black, dragon dildo. It needs to make all of the white stallions jealous."
More laughter, this time from both Lyra and Twilight.
>"Okay, okay. See me after classes tomorrow. I'm going to have to practice my whittling skills. At least you can't get shot in Equestria for whittling."
Soon enough, you find yourself having to leave. Twilight's house isn't too far, but it's still a bit of a walk, and you don't want to be home later than 5, lest you upset your new mother. The walk there is a bit more silent and awkward than before, likely due to your weird antics just a few moments prior. At least Lyra seems to think you're alright, albeit a bit eclectic. Twilight though... she may have to get used to you being just a little on the weird side.
After about 10 minutes or so, you arrive home. You are welcomed by Mama Velvet and Night Light, as well as by Cadence, who is for some reason having tea with the family as if nothing happened last night. Purple has the same face of confusion that she had earlier in the day.
>>101788 Just walk on up and give Peetzer a hi, a hug and a quiet sorry for yesterday. Play it cool, though. We dunno what kind of creepy mind altering magic she has these two under or whatever, so they may not even know what happened yesterday. Just play it cool, like a cute filly. Better hope she doesn't decide to send us to the void or anything.
>>101788 Ignore the obvious elephant in the room and say you're hungry Your tendie levels are getting dangerously low after spending so long over at Lyras Maybe you can have a peezur [1d100 = 65]
While Purple may seem weirded out, you aren't one to look a gift pony in the mouth. You approach your new family and give out hugs to both Velvet and Cadence, like a good filly should. As you give Cadence her hug, you quietly whisper into her ear, "sorry about yesterday."
Cadence seems a little confused.
>"Yesterday? I don't really remember much from yesterday. I made you pizza, and then... well Celestia, it's all fuzzy after that."
Out of the corner of your eyes, you see a bright flash of green light emanate from Velvet's horn for a split second. Or at least you think you did, you're not quite sure. It could have been a trick of your eyes.
"Me? Oh no, I don't misbehave any more than any other filly. I think Shiny might have done something."
>"Hey, don't go about pointing hooves at me!"
Everyone shares a collective laugh at Shining's expense.
"At least that's what I think happened."
You no longer remember any of the events from yesterday from the point after when you finished your pizza up until the point when dinner was finished.
>>101810 >You no longer remember any of the events from yesterday from the point after when you finished your pizza up until the point when dinner was finished.
Your memory of the following events is completely gone:
01. Hiding in Shining's room 02. Watching Cadence and Shining Armor having sex from under the bed, and masturbating to it 03. Having Purple walk into the room 04. Running out of the room screaming 05. Hiding in the bathroom 06. Being told by Twilight that you need to be given the talk 07. Instead, giving the talk to Cadence and Shining Armor about how they should be using condoms 08. Running into the kitchen after being questioned, and eating the last slice of pizza 09. Heading back into the living room and attempting to ride Shining Armor's dick 10. Being yelled at by Cadence for doing so 11. Being accused of being molested as a child 12. Telling Cadence the truth about everything 13. Being told you need therapy 14. Attempting to convince Twilight that you are a human 15. Being asked by Twilight to say the Pledge of Allegiance 16. Learning that Twilight is also a human 17. Learning that Twilight really hates communists and dropped a pony named Fizzlepop out of a weather balloon for singing the Soviet National Anthem 18. Learning that Twilight is married 19. Seeing Velvet and Night Light come home 20. Viewing Twilight as a potential psychopath for not viewing communists as people 21. Seeing Cadence chased out of the house for being a "harlot" 22. Learning that there are other ponies who were originally human, one of which is located in Ponyville 23. Eating dinner with Twilight's family
Points 9, 16, 18, and 22 you know because of conversations you had outside of this time period, but you don't recall the origin of this information. You recall thinking about running away from home that night, but you don't know why. From your point of view, there is no information between lunch and dinner on that day. If you've ever been under anesthesia, you might understand the experience going on here, where a significant amount of time has passed, but you have absolutely no memories between the two points.
Not wanting to be impolite, you accept some tea from Velvet. You try to reflect on what you can of the events of the day, but you can't help but feel as though some of your knowledge may be fake. Just what happened yesterday? Did you even finish your hide and seek game? You very much consider finishing your hide and seek game with Twilight. Before you can get up to go look for her, however, you notice some strange writing on the wall opposite you:
>"DO NOT REACT TO THIS MESSAGE" >"Meet me in my room in 5 minutes. As you enter, say the name of the first US president." >"-Sparkle"
The text on the wall disappears as soon as you finish reading it. You have to admit, it's a little bit creepy, but you nonetheless decide to comply with it. For a little under 5 minutes, you keep up conversation with the family, and finish your tea. Then you excuse yourself from the table and head upstairs.
As soon as you enter Twilight's room, you provide the answer she is looking for.
"George Washington"
>"Good answer."
Twilight closes the door behind you and casts some sort of a spell that causes the walls to glow temporarily with the same fuchsia color as her horn's magic aura.
>"This room is now sound proofed. Nothing that is said inside here can be heard outside. The reverse is not true in case we have any eavesdroppers. Tell me, have you noticed anything strange going on today?"
For a brief moment, you think about the events of the day.
"Both Cadence and I have very hazy recollections of everything that happened yesterday. I saw a green flash of magic coming from your mom's horn earlier today, but when I asked her, she said it was from re-heating her tea. I thought that tea was pretty hot though, not sure why she needed to re-heat it."
Twilight walks up to you slowly and places her hooves on your shoulders.
>"Anon, this is going to hurt for just a second."
She slams her forehead into yours extraordinarily hard. A flash of fuchsia light envelops the room for only a split second, and the both of you collapse to the ground, writhing in agony from a splitting headache that seems to last for a very slow minute. A vision flashes before your eyes -- Twilight's recollection of yesterday's events.
You see a few things you didn't particularly want to see. Bolting out the door of Shining's room while he fucks Cadence. Trying to ride Shining's cock. Shoving your face into Twilight's cooter... okay, you remember that one, but you didn't remember it from her point of view. You're kind of a pervert. Maybe you do need therapy after all.
"Twi, what the hell is all of this?"
She struggles to get onto her hooves again, only to collapse as soon as it looks like she has some balance in her.
>"Something that I am now almost instantly regretting. Are you holding up okay? Because my head hurts like a son of a bitch."
"I feel like I got kicked in the head by a Kangaroo. Can we nuke Australia please?"
>"Sure, just as soon as we figure out what the hell is wrong with mom. She's been acting a little weird for the past few days to be honest, not just today. She isn't normally as lovey dovey with dad, nor is she the type to just want to keep a filly she just met a day ago. Now she's casting spells that wiped yours' and Cadence's memory, possibly the rest of the family too. Any thoughts on what's going on here?"
You try to think. Thinking, as it turns out, is very hard when your head feels like it's going to explode. Did you get a concussion out of this? SHOULD you be thinking this hard?
"Uh... I don't know, maybe some kind of interdimensional dream demon or something? Nightmare Moon is still a thing at this point in time, right? Maybe she can possess ponies from the moon?"
Twilight shrugs.
>"I guess? I was thinking something more like a changeling sleeper agent, but I suppose that's possible too. But whatever that is, it's not mom. What do we do about her?"
>>102307 Get her try and slip up? Try asking questions from before when she was definitely still Velvet to confirm, but don't make it too obvious. Maybe Sunbutt can help once we confirm. [1d100 = 60]
Your blood is practically boiling. Who the fuck does this cunt think she is, wiping out your memories and making you have to go through this painful process of getting them back only somewhat.
"I say we rip and tear her a new asshole. Get me a knife. I'll fuck her shit up!"
Twilight gives you a simple half smile.
>"I'd like that... but more importantly, when and where? If we try and attack her now, Cadence and Shiny will obviously stop us. If we try to take her alone, there's still a chance that she's physically stronger than us. I used up a hell of a lot of magic just sound proofing this room and on that memory transfer spell. How well can you hold a knife in those hooves?"
>>102335 you can try and convince velvet to cuddle your ass, she won't say no to that because moar love. and while you're doing that, twiggles can try to convince her family that she's an evil nigga and gang up on her [1d100 = 71]
>>102278 >tfw you're wife has been more affectionate and loving with you than she's been in years and then you find out it's just because she's a literal succubus Fucking R.I.P Night Light.
>>102338 Yes! We convince changeling Velvet to give us the hot sexings, she'll say yes for that good loves, and then Twi can blow the whole thing open and make everybody see! Or just slit her throat with a knife while she is all blissed out.
"Well... if she's a changeling like you think, she's obviously going to be feeding off love. Maybe I can lull her into a false sense of security by cuddling up to her? You could then maybe tell the rest of the family what's going on, or stab her in the back or something."
>"I... maybe?"
Twilight paces back and forth across the room, deep in thought.
>"We'd need to get her alone. I don't know about convincing the others, but if you could sufficiently distract her, I could probably get a knife in her back. What time though, tonight? Tomorrow morning after dad's gone to work?"
>>102373 during the night, obviously if she's not going the route to convince them, she could hide in a closet or something while anon snuggles her but there's a chance that she can be seen or heard, obviously. maybe you can cry and ask for hugs n shit, and twi can come in as the "comforting best friend" while you're hugging. she wouldn't suspect twiggles to teleport behind her and unsheathe her katana but above all, find out if it's really a changeling. you never know. [1d100 = 84]
>>102379 Seconding the finding out bit. This sounds like a great way to accidentally kill off Velvet for real and destroy a decently functional family. [1d100 = 24]
[1d100 = 59] >>102373 Im starting to feel like a broken record at this point, but what about making a loving breakfast in bed for Velvet with special ingrediant Ricin
>>102407 Good idea. Wouldn't want to fuck things up for no reason. Sure, maybe she's a changeling or an interdimensional demon or whatever, but what if the most logical explanation is just that she's a mare?
Twi was a wife and mom once upon a time. So come on Purple, what happened? Make a big purchase she hasn't told anyone about yet? Get rid of something her husband is gonna be really pissed about? Her estrous late after she spent the night with that stallion from Manehatten last month? And I wouldn't put it beyond a mom to make sure her son and his royalty princess of love gf worked out.
"Night time seems most reasonable. Only time of day she'd be easiest to distract."
>"Fair, but this means we have another problem. How do we distract dad?"
"Well, I was hoping we could first make sure Velvet's actually a changeling or whatever before we actually go and do this. Maybe wait a few days?"
>"Obviously, but we don't want to wait until the day we actually go through with this to make any plans. I'd like to have at least a rough idea of how we're going to do any of this before we take any actions, and then we can adjust our plans if need be. So that leaves us with two problems to solve before we can proceed..."
"How to prove Velvet's not Velvet, and how to isolate her if this turns out to be the case?"
>>102425 Test memory and pony customs. If she fails to remember or rolls with a story that is clearly fabricated then she is a changeling. As for the killing let Twilight handle it. She is the Pro. If we have to suggest a way to neutralize the target then do it simply. cuddle up with Mama, and when she least expects it bite her throat out. Now critically wounded take her out with Twilight.
"Test her memory and knowledge of pony customs, maybe?"
Twilight takes a brief pause before she retorts.
>"Only problem is we don't know how long she's been replacing Velvet. It's worth a shot, since a failure is an almost guarantee of an impostor, but it may still be possible for a changeling to provide the answers. Also, we want to make sure she doesn't suspect anything. If I provide you some questions, do you think you could ask them for me? You may end up risking a memory wipe, but I think with the right questions and the right phrasing, it'll seem perfectly innocent."
>>102456 >>102458 I think he's saying that maybe we should let her stay. She's spreading lots of love and cuddles and is a net benefit to the family. Maybe strike a deal with her wherein she stays but Velvet is taken care of?
>>102477 Is anyone going to listen to a child on such a serious matter though? Whatever the case, we should investigate before doing anything else. [1d100 = 40]
>>102499 It's Twilight frickin' Sparkle. She's already a minor celebrity for what she did with Spike, and the Princess's star pupil. I mean shit, she can cast fucking memory spells and shit, that's some serious shit. Surely Celestia's not just gonna wave her off or dismiss her if she comes forward with such a serious concern?
She's not gonna ignore that, right? What the fuck kind of person would do that? Twi's a fucking genius childhood protegee, not some dumb little manipulative liar. Even if Velvet isn't a changeling or whatever, there was still some serious shit going down with the memory erasure and stuff.
It'd be like if we saw someone maybe get murdered in an alley one night. It's serious business. We need to go to the police, not try and play Nancy Drew. That's how bad things happen to dumb kids. Talk to the damn princess.
>>102452 OK, here is a thought, why don't we capture her rather than murder? Killing it will mean a harder time finding the real Velvet (there can be ways to make her talk or possibly bargain with) and there is still a chance she is possessed and you will end up killing the real Velvet along with the succubus that is possessing her. Once it is captured we could also just drag it off to Celestia to deal with it doesn't cooperate. [1d100 = 71]
>>102516 Having watched that scene again, it really seems like the ponies dismiss Twilight's worries simply for the sake of the plot. Everyone there was eager to just believe Shining's explanations without any second thought to it.
>>101763 Have to go somewhere for a few hours, figured I'd post this so I could get some material for when I return. "Bretty good. Could use some ice cream with it, though." >Why the hell did you say that? >"Okay! I will make sure my committee hears your concerns." Pinkie begins pretending to talk to herself, prompting a giggle from both yourself and League. >Oh that horse. >You suck down the last bit of your milkshake, letting out a small belch. >"So... I get off work in a few minutes. Anything you two want to do?" >Before you can say anything, League pipes up. >"Let's play a board game!" >Hey, as long as it's not Ancap Monopoly, it could be fun. >Don't want to get C&D'd, after all. >League looks over to you. >"So, any ideas, Anon?" >What do?
"Well, I mean... if all of this `is too hard to tackle on our own, there's always the Celestia option."
Twilight puts a hoof to her head and slowly drags it along
>"I mean yes, buuuuuuuuttt... it's not that good of an option."
"Oh?"
>"Celestia's not as competent as we give her credit for. Though it would be prudent that I tell her tomorrow about today's events, I'd give about a 50/50 chance that she tries to find some way to pin it back on me to handle it."
"But you're like... 10. Shouldn't she wait a bit before she throws that crap at you?"
>"Yes, I am 10 -- at least in this body. But this is a cartoon world. What do cartoon rules state about 10 year olds and saving the world?"
"...fuck."
>"Best case scenario, she gives me a spell to expose changelings or expel demons, and we can gut her after we get full proof of everything. But I like to have backup plans. And backup plans for said backup plans. I might not be THE Twilight Sparkle, but I can get her level of super organization, you know? Now, what the hell do we do now? We need to not seem suspicious when we eventually go downstairs."
>>102715 Does Twilight's window have a clear picture of the sky? If so… "You're right, Twily! You do have a great view o the moon!" And ask Velvet, if she's inquisitive, whether she's into astronomy.
Something to do, something to do... you open up the blinds and look out Twilight's window. Outside, you see the sun, clouds, and the peculiar architecture of many Canterlot buildings outside. It really is rather nice that the city is nestled into a mountain.
"You know Twilight, you've got a nice view of the moon and stars outside."
She giggles a little.
>"Yep, plenty of stars. All one of them... but yeah, it's pretty good for stargazing. Do you want to go see them tonight? I've actually got a nice telescope that my mom got me for my birthday last year. And yes, that is going to be one of the questions I'd like to ask her should we need to use that strategy."
this is a nice offer, but i dont have a VR headset, the game runs like ass on my computer and i never play with a mike. the only thing i do there is taking panty shots of the anime avatars and even that gets boring after a while.
>>103213 You don't need a headset to use VRChat, it just makes it better. Maybe we can all have an Anonfilly group and earn notoriety like the Ernie Gang, Penguin Mafia or Ugandan Knuckles Tribe?
I once saw a perfect image of Anon being overrun with anonfillies, but I never saved it. :(
>>103209 The choice is between being cooped up with a potential monster who can mind-wipe you, or enjoying the outdoors with one of the few individuals who understands your position.
What am I saying? You're a NEET, you're allergic to fresh air. [1d100 = 90]
Anyone else have an issue where perfectly good .png images are rejected with the note "Invalid image?"
>It's been a few weeks since an Anonfilly ended up here with you. >While the idea might have been fun at first, nothing has really happened besides that. >Essentially you just gained a roommate, but they just so happen to have hooves and a squeaky voice. >You had to clean out your computer room, and she's been sleeping there in the meantime. >Right now it's 3 in the morning, and you just woke up. >...Well, it was more 2 in the morning, but you didn't decide to get up until it was 3. >Not like you'll be able to go back to sleep any time soon now. >Having just finished a cigarette outside to calm your nerves, you sit on your couch, staring at the wall with a cup of water in your hand. >Just... thinking. >A soft sigh escapes your lips, and your gaze falls to the edges of the room's floor. >Not to say it hasn't been nice, having a filly with you. >Sometimes all you need to start off a morning right is to see a cute little filly with a messy mane look up at you. >But really, that's the most interaction you've had with her. >You both just go your separate ways, and she's never said or shown any signs saying that isn't what she wants. >Which is fine. >Never really been a looker, so you can understand the whole 'cuddling all the time as a filly' thing not seeming so good an idea with your ass. >You lean back into the couch and take a sip of water. >You look down at yourself, but your thoughts move elsewhere. >They're interrupted by a door click, and the sound of hooves nearby. >Fuck, you woke her up, didn't you? >In little time, a poofy black head of hair moves into your sight. >A single, tired eye looks up at you, greener than the grass this place was built on. "Sorry, did I wake you up?" >Her gaze moves away from yours, and she softly shakes her head. >"No, I just..." >Her words trail along with her gaze, moving from the water in your hand to the pack of cigarettes resting near you. >"W...what are you doing here?" >Settling back into the couch, your eyes move back to their spot on the floor. "Nothing... just couldn't sleep." >She nods, and silence quickly moves between you both. >You take another slow sip, closing your eyes and just trying to relax again. >You open them again when you hear her move, and she sits on the couch, beside, but still a little ways from you. >She moves her hind legs in, tucking her hooves between her thighs like she's cold. "So... you can't sleep either?" >Without turning towards you, she gently shakes her head. "If you want, I have some sleeping pills in the cabinet over there." >She looks over, then nods softly. >"Thanks." >The silence between you grows again, and you think of grabbing another smoke as an excuse to leave. >You probably just walked up in her spot, here. >Came to do the same as you, now ruined because you happened to wake up at the same time... >With that thought, you finish the last of the water and stand up- >"-W-wait." >Slowly you face her. >"I-I... could you just... stay here? For a little l-longer?" >You take a second, then put your cup down and sit again. >Probably needs to talk about something. >More food variety, another place to stay, a better bed... "There something you want to talk about?" >She stays silent, then nods. >She gathers her thoughts while you wait. >"This whole thing we got... It's not what I was expecting." >Her eyes catch yours, then quickly move away. "Yeah... me neither." >You lean back into the couch again. "I mean I wanted to be the filly, too." >She smiles softly at that, but it quickly fades away. >"Yeah... I mean, I guess I was just expecting more..." >Her voice trails off. >She subtly shakes her head, and doesn't complete the thought. "More cuddling, hugs, attention..." >You didn't intend for her to hear you, but she clearly does. >Ears perked up, she now looks at you curiously. >"I... y-yeah." >-Wait, what? >Oh, well, obviously with someone else. >You simply nod, slouching over your seat to get closer to that floor edge. "Well... I'm sorry you got me instead, then... I haven't hugged or been hugged in a long time." >Your head hangs a little at the end there. >"Me neither..." >Thoughts run rampant in your head again, and the craving for a smoke comes back up. >You'd want nothing more than to just hug this filly now. >Cuddle and lie with each other all the time... >But, well, it's you. >Things really did sound better on paper than in real life. >You decided you wouldn't care whatever Anon you had looked. >You'd just love them unconditionally, and hope to get the same in return. >But obviously you're not her. >Sounds real great when you're just thinking of a normal guy with a green mask on, but a NEET fuck like you? >Yeah, guess that's when reality really hits... >Your vision blurs just a bit, and you quickly blink it away. >But not before you feel something touching you. >You look down, and there's a green hoof failing to wrap around your chest. >Turning towards her, she has her eyes shut and her muzzle scrunched, like she's incredibly nervous. >Almost painfully. >Moving her hoof off of you gently, you scoot away a little. "No, it's okay. Don't force yourself, I'm not going to kick you out if you don't hug me or anything." >You completely avoid her gaze, wiping your eyes dry in a super covert fashion. >But just after you do, you feel hooves around you again. "I-" >"J-just, hug me too, please?" >That single sentence gets your heart racing. >You? >Hug? >...YOU? >You fight the need to look around the room for a hidden twin of yours, and face the filly. >Shakily though, you comply.
>>103326 >Your arms slowly move under her hooves, wrapping around her back and a bit of her mane. >Holy fuck, she's so soft... >You can't help but pull her closer, and she responds with the same. >Resting her head on your shoulders, the minty scent of her mane wafts over you. >Your thoughts seem to just melt away with the warmth. >As her hooves hug around you, you sniffle. >This feeling of security, a pleasant tingling in your stomach takes over. >Your hands move gently over her sides, brushing her soft coat back and forth. >She starts to squirm, and you release your grip, immediately thinking you went too far overboard. >Instead, she moves herself to sit on your lap, her thighs and hind legs resting to make you feel even more secure. >You shudder as your eyes grow wet. >With the sheer amount of emotion coursing through you at the moment, you can't help it. >You hug her tightly, rubbing gently and wanting to savor this moment for the rest of your life. >Her soft coat under your palms, the plush-ness of her body... >This is happening. >This is actually happening. >Somebody's hugging you. >YOU! >Fruitlessly you try to quiet your crying, as your tears fall from your face and onto her coat. >Then you notice her own sniffling. >Your shoulders growing damp. >You break gently, getting a look at her new smile, accompanied with tears. >All you can do is reciprocate it, before she goes back in, hugging around your chest and lying on you. >She nuzzles you almost pleadingly, and you adjust your grip to pull her in. >One hand rubs her back, and the other goes through her mane. >Every movement from her makes you shudder, makes your stomach knot up- in a good way. >Her ears flick, and her tail moves to rest on your lap as well. >This is everything you could have wanted out of this arrangement, and more. >With her in your arms, you just suddenly feel like everything is right with the world. >Your cigarette craving is gone, and you almost feel disgusted for even wanting one. >The pleasant heat from her body spreads throughout yours, like you're in a jacuzzi of fuzzy feelings. >You feel... complete, for lack of a better word. >Now experiencing this, getting the contact you've wanted for so very long, you just don't understand how you even went without it, how you've suffered so much to never know this joy until now. >She buries her head under your chin, nuzzling your neck while she sniffles and sighs. >Running your hand through the soft silk of her mane, the lovely scent of mint fills the air. >Fuck, you could get used to this. >You fight the need to stick your face in there, and settle for resting your cheek on her head. >"Th...this is more like it..." "Mhmmm..." >She moves her head a little, prompting you to break again. >Looking up at you with watery eyes and a smile, it widens just a little bit. >"D-do... do you think I could sleep in your room? J-just for tonight?" >You give her a small nod, then spring up from the couch, cradling her in your arms as she squirms and watches the ground with a cute yelp. >But once she knows it's safe, she makes herself comfortable, eyes never leaving yours as you walk back to your room. >As you enter, she immediately brightens up the place with her presence, the dark and your curtains clashing with the green of her coat. >You put her on the bed, then strip down into your more comfortable shirt and boxers. >Just as you lie on your back, she hops on and lies on top of you, moving her head under your chin again. >You pull the covers over and hug her close, gently rubbing her back while she sighs. >Her warmth radiates over you, the bitter cold of winter outside your window no longer an issue. >Lowering your head a bit, you rest it right in her poofy mane, taking in the lovely minty scent in full. >You can feel the gentle rhythm of her breathing as your hands brush over her. >"Th-thank you, Anon..." >Your heart skips a beat, and a smile grows on your face. >As the pain of being alone, cold and tense fades away, you can only grin like a faggot in response. "No... thank you." >As the mint floods your mind and her presence fills your heart, you find it much easier to fall back to sleep. >After countless nights of pills, cigarettes, and drinks... >Who knew... >That a hug was really all you needed in the end.
>>103326 >>103327 That was heartwarming and made me giddy, thank you! >Settling back into the couch, your eyes move back to their spot on the floor That doesn't sound normal, you should have that checked out. I just want to point out that as an appositive, your eyes are doing the settling, according to the sentence structure.
>>103295 Had a short dream that was almost about that last night, except I was EqG Anonfilly. Was about to take a shower when I walked past a large mirror and started staring at my body for a while until Sunset suddenly walked in.
>>102619 Kinda wish I had played that at some point, and I'm too poor to get the Steam version. >>102598 "Trump, the game." >Pinkie laughs. "Silly, that doesn't exist here. I do have Obelisk, you might like that." >"Sounds fun, how do we play?" >"Well, it's a bit like chess in the way tha-" >"Ohhh you have Candyland!" >Both you and Pinkie look at each other, pain clear on both of your faces. >"But wouldn't you rather-" >"Nope." "Wouldn't it be more stimulating to-" >"Don't care."
>Thirty minutes into Hasbro's coathanger abortion and you're starting to get really pissed. >You're playing two card rules, but that doesn't make the game any less pure luck. >Worst of all, League is winning evry time, and you can't figure out how. >Knowing her, she's somehow managed to glean strategy from this complete waste of time. >You would respect her for it, but you've just been sent back to Plumpy. >For the fifth time in the game. >You groan in frustration as League reaches the rainbow tile yet again. >Pinkie isn't faring much better. >After the actual candy she stored in the box ran out, she became just as disinterested as you are. >"Alright, ready for the next game?" >Pinkie pipes up. "Isn't it past both of your bedtimes?" >Oh. >Oh shit. >You glance over at the clock, running out the door in a panicked frenzy. >Fuckfuckfuck. >Bolting down the streets, you feel the pit in your stomach grow even larger. >Twilight wasn't going to be pleased. >You arrive at the front entrance, only to find it locked. >There's a note taped to it. >"Good fillies get warm beds." >You whimper slightly as you look around at the snow that has begun to fall steadily ever since you left the castle. >No way you were staying out here tonight. >You check the backdoor. >It's unlocked. >You grin as you push it open, being as quiet as you can as you move to your room. >As you push the door open, you notice a light purple aura enveloping the hinges. >You hear hoofsteps approaching. >Crying out in frustration, you run down the hallway opposite to you. >There are four doors you can enter, two of which you notice a seal on. >The two unsealed doors are marked 'Storage 1' and 'Storage 2.' >You would comment on Twilight's uncreative naming system, but you only have a few seconds to enter one of the two rooms. >What do?
Wait, did you spend only 30 minutes playing? Or did more time pass? I'm confused. Congrats, btw, on making Pinkie of all ponies bored and apathetic. Good fillies wear watches.
>>104113 Yeah, should probably fix that in post. As for the passage of time, you're right. It's fixed in the pastebin, where I've been doing all of my corrections.
>>104101 Neither. Run back out and take the note on the front door to pinkie or somepony else who'll give twiggles a talking to.
[1d100 = 73]
Worst case scenario that pony doesn't believe you but escorts you back to the castle. Twicunt will have to answer the door and let you in to save face. We need to 4d chess this bitch.
>>104174 8chan has a red recolor of Anon it's widely disliked by most people outside of 8chan, which is at least part of the reason there was so much animosity towards orange-recolor anonfilly
>>104190 Yeah, shit like that is the reason you shouldn't fucking reeeeee about anonfilly being green just because you want to be a special snowflake board.
/pone/ easily could have been a candidate for Anonfilly to move too but they were somehow even deader and more elitist than mlpol so they stay dead while we gain more users
>>104162 The legs might be a little short. Just a little. It's either that or the line for the bottom of her chest/tummy is a bit low making her body look thicc but not in a good way.
Let's have a new thread. Also, we've definitely slowed down a bit since the initial flight from /mlp/. Did that community go back there or is it just lurking more?
Maybe I'm just a bit spoiled because anonfilly greentexts are now my favorite part of /mlpol/.
>>104421 I dunno. Our contentfags are gone though. We got a few new ones and some new stuff, but we lost all the old ones from /mlp/ even though they know about this place. Guess they really just don't love filly that much. Poor thing.
"You know what? Stargazing would be pretty nice. We should do it outside though. Keeps me away from the monster inside, and makes me feel like some sort of NEET who's allergic to fresh air."
Twilight walks up to you and gently wraps a hoof around you. >"Tell me something… in this short time you've come to this world, how do you feel? Are you scared?"
>>104625 "To be quite honest, I feel as though I have no control over my body. Sometimes it seems as if the things that I do, impulsive as they are, are a result of a bunch of faggots gathering together and using a large, 100 sided die to randomly determine what actions I take." "But that would be silly. That can't really happen, right? Right? Hahahahahahahahahah. haha. Ha?" [ 1d99 = 13 ]
>>104625 tbh I'd be pretty scared. If only because my memory got erased and then Twi transferred hers to my brain with some crazy magic and now maybe Velvet is a changeling or something, Celestia is useless so we kids have to face off against some real shit, I don't really know the world I'm in, I hear voices and even though I'm a filly still no one loves me
>>104808 name's Rain Patter, part of a short lived thread about adopting fillies. also, reposting this gem i found while trying to get a full name >be Anon >one day find yourself magically in Equestria >make friends and settle into pony life >one day Twilight decides to turn you into a filly >you're hurt that she betrayed your trust >abuse happens daily >no one gives a fuck to find out what happened to you >you run away >get caught by filly slave traders >more abuse and butt stuff happens daily >get put onto slave market >soon your seller finds an interested buyer >to your shock it's another Anon >he talks with you and it turns out you both used to shitpost on /mlp/ back on Earth >you're happy you finally found someone that can help you >he buys you >you go home with him >you ask if he can take you to another magic user to undo your transformation >he just sits there and smiles at you >you start to become scared >he reaches behind him and takes out a bowl of eggs
We are reaching 800 posts soon, so I half expect that there will be a new thread created, not sure though. On a side note, I'm thinking about having some Twilight opening up emotionally to Anon Filly. Anyone want an emotional moment? Even if I suck at writing them?
You feel the weight of the past day and a half sink deep into you. It hasn't even been two days since you've arrived on this world, and you've already had a pony threaten you with a knife, and another actually take away some of the few precious memories you've earned here.
"Twi, I'm… VERY scared. This whole world is dangerous, and I don't know how to interact with it or anyone here. The pony who is supposed to be in charge is useless, and I am perhaps only a few yards away from a literal monster who can violate my mind any time she wants to. I almost got stabbed a few hours ago. And the cherry on top of all of this? I keep hearing voices in my head, and somehow they make me feel so, so alone. Is there something wrong with me?"
Twilight slowly meanders onto her bed and taps it with her hoof. >"Alright, come here, you. This is purely platonic, so no funny business."
Not sure where this is going, you join her on the bed. She warps her forelegs around you like a vice upon your chest, and pulls you into her. >"When I first came here, I was… very panicked. It was Christmas back at home, and I was not going to be there for my family. Instead I was here, waking up to a family of complete strangers. I hardly even recognized myself when I looked in the mirror. I was apparently supposed to be Ms. 'Twilight Sparkle', but I couldn't cast magic, had no butt mark, didn't have the wings like on that toy I got for my daughter… I go to school and don't recognize anyone. I felt like I had to retrace all of the steps of whomever this Twilight was, so I did the best I could remember from the few episodes I had watched. I became a student for Celestia, who turned out to be grossly incompetent or the world's biggest troll; I got my brother together with Cadence, who as it turns out really only puts up with his general geekiness because of how well-endowed he is…"
She rests her forehead on your head and you can feel warm, wet tears slowly start to fall on you. >"…and yet none of it brought me closer to getting home. I read every book I could find in the Canterlot library for magical artifacts, magical spells, anything that could bring me back. One of them mentioned a mirror, but the world it leads into is a crude facsimile of our own. Anything else close to being able to travel between worlds is so far beyond my physical and mental capabilities, and I don't even know if they'll bring me back to my Earth, or a completely different one, or if it'll just be some other pony world."
She holds you even tighter and starts to tremble. Her voice becomes heavier, as if it were becoming more difficult for her to breathe. >"I don't even know if I'll ever see them again. I don't even know if they've… moved on without me. Has my husband remarried? Do my children still miss me? Why did I have to leave them, Anon? Tell me this much. Does God want to test us? Is this really His work at all? Does He even exist in this world? Are we all just dead?"
>>104983 I'm not a fag. It's just this filly body, you know? All this estrogen.
Maybe cry with Twi. Hug her back, be with her. She's a broad, she needs someone with her, and frankly, so do we. Even if we're just some sick sociopath which we aren't r-right?, being with her right now will score us some real points. We know the struggle. We miss home. She needs someone. Be that someone. Make a damn friend, you dumb homo. Think of her as a mom figure for yourself if you need to, you basement dwelling virgin neckbeard. Be there for the poor girl, would you?
>>104101 If you all can decide on a pone tonight, I might be able to crank out another update or two. >You decide on storage two until she passes and/or you come up with a better plan to escape her wrath. >As you hear her enter the hallway, you can hear a faint magical aura open Storage 1. >You hold your breath and try to move as little as possible, crouching in the corner behind the door. >Thank god it opens inwards. >Twilight does a quick sweep of the area with a light spell and closes the door with a bang, moving on. >In the brief time the room was illuminated, you saw an oil lamp and a small packet of matches lying on the floor. >Feeling around you feel the lamp, you find and strike one of the matches and carefully set the wick alight. >Examining the lamp, you can see that it's designed for a pony to carry in their mouth, though it begs the question of why Twilight would need… >Oh. >You atempt to push away your guilt. >Critical failure! >You begin sobbing quietly on the ground. You're helpless, alone, and the pony that was supposed to be looking after you will hurt you when she next sees you. >And you… >You can't let that get to you. >You put your face next to the lit wick of the oil candle, eager for any warmth you can glean from this cold, unfeeling environment. >You lie there for a while, simply listening to the raspy sounds of your little lungs breathing. >You hope the damage Purple did isn't permanent. >After a bit, you decide that it would be best to make the most of the situation and check Twilight's storage cache. >Looking about the room, you notice little of potential value, mainly ancient arcane scrolls with inscriptions you couldn't even hope to understand, even if you knew the tongue. >One thing does catch your eye, however. >Thrown into the corner of the crystalline closet, is a tiny plush pony. >You can't quite make out who it's supposed to be at first, but after giving it another gaze over, you realize it's ______. Cast your vote, and may the odds be ever in your favor.
>>104955 We don't need to start a new thread, we have the last fifty posts feature in now and it's not necessary to start a new one right away. We should at the very least wait until it hits page 12.
>>104998 >You can't quite make out who it's supposed to be at first in the poor lighting, but after giving it another gaze over, you realize it's a rather realistic Celestia doll with something attached. >… >Yep, that's a strap-on. >You would try the thing out right now, but you'd rather clean it off first. >You grin a bit, your mood improving a bit as you imagine Twilight railing herself with it while screaming "Praise the Sun!" >Nontheless, you need physical comfort, and you need it now. >You remove the strap-on and hug the plushie close, enjoying the feeling of the fluffy fabric against your own coat. >The seals are a one-time use, and it's doubtful Twilight would reseal your room as she looked pretty beat when she poked her head in. >What do?
>>105029 I'll give it a few more minutes before I take your roll and make it the choice for the next update, so anybody who wants to dispute it should hop on the bandwagon now.
>>105035 Gotta be quicker than that. >>105024 >You cuddle up close to the Celestia plush, making sure to hide the strap-on under your bed for later. >As the snow falls lightly, you peacefully drift off to sleep. >… >Your dreams are nonsensical at best and nightmares at worst. >Feeling Twilight squeeze the life out of you over and over again, freefalling down the mountain-face, and flashbacks to that one time you babysat your cousin and had to watch Johnny Test. >You bolt upright in your bed at the last one, shuddering. >It looks like you've slept through the night, though Twilight is nowhere to be seen. >Perfect, you might be able to avoid her if you're lucky. >Grabbing the strap-on, you turn the knob slowly. >Moving quietly around the castle is almost second-nature to you at this point. >You quietly move into the kitchen, grabbing your lunch from the table. >Wait, what? >"Come on. You don't really think I'm that stupid, do you?" "Frankly, yes." You toss the strap on at her and try to book it out the door, but she grabs you with her magicks before you can make much headway. >She hoists you up into the air, moving your squirming body right in front of her face. >"As much as I'd like to beat the everliving shit out of you, the fact stands that you have school this morning. If you manage to somehow not fuck up all day, I'll consider dropping my ideas." "Put me down!" >"No." With a blinding flash, you're in the schoolyard puking your guts out once again.
Probably going to leave it there for tonight. May your dreams be filled with fillies.
You turn around to hug Twilight back. Though you can't give a bear hug quite like the middle aged mother trapped in the body of a filly, you can damn well try. For several minutes, the only sound that can be heard in the room is that of two fillies weeping. You weep for lost loved ones, for a return to safety and sanity, and most importantly, because life in Equestria is too hard not to weep from time to time. At least no one outside the room can hear you.
Twilight is the first to stop crying. >"Thanks… for that. I kind of needed that."
You dry your eyes and nuzzle her.
"No, I needed that. It's nice to know that… that I'm not alone here in this hell hole."
She cracks a slight smile and holds you closer to her chest. You can hear her heart beating. It isn't particularly fast, but it is loud. >"You're not really alone here. You've got me and Lyra, and I'll bet someday you'll venture out and find the others. I don't think I've met all of the human-turned ponies in this world, and I know it's entirely possible that there will still be new arrivals to come. I'm not sure how I feel about that though. On one hand, it means new friends. On the other, it means more will end up suffering until we fix this. What's a pony to do?"
Rolled 57 >>105048 "Moar human pones meands more mental power to find a way out of here, so more humans being turned into ponies means less time it takes to get ourselves out of here. The power of Weaponized Autism is not one to take lightly"
>>105048 "All we can do is try our best. Sometimes life throws us in the most bizarre of predicaments and it may seem hopeless. In the end, all that matters is that we care enough to continue the struggle." [ 1d100 = 75 ]
>>105043 I wonder if its possible for the nicest of people to become monsters. We should dig into Twilight's past and discover what traumatic event happened. Spike is "on vacation" and hasn't come back, let's find out what happened to him. [ 1d100 = 72 ]