>I'm a contributor. Great! For writers, just write, because the guys handling the doc are ded. 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. Old-mare Thread: >>132101 →
>>135549 This isn't our anniversary; it's /mlpol/'s anniversary we should probably go with a different name so that nobody gets confused besides, this thread will still be around long after the festivities are over
You know what goes great with autistic tantrums? Anon Filly.
Anon Filly are the best filly ever. There is no one on earth who can do fillies as good as Anon Filly. Many others have tried and failed to be as filly. You think you can filly like these fillies? Heh, get in line, colt. You'd need to get up about 12 hours earlier and spend all morning and all afternoon being filly to filly like the kings of fillies, Anon Filly.
Seriously, faggot. If being filly was the olympics these fillies would be like the Anon Filly of filly olympics. Anon Filly is the alpha and the omega of all fillies, the Filly that came first and last and shall be evermore the FIlly. They own 4filly now and forever. Fillies.
>>135561 >>135565 I just don't want to take any chances besides, there's nothing from our thread itself that this is the anniversary of and there are only a few other threads I see on the catalog that are celebrating the anniversary, each of which only do so in the description we should havejust tacked on a "Happy Anniversary /mlpol/!" at the end of our thread description I admit that I'm probably worrying too much about this, but I worry a lot about stuff in general
>>135579 I'm talking about stuff about the thread itself; nothing about the thread itself has an anniversary today as far as I'm aware and technically that was from the vocaroo thread at our request
>>135584 oh my god it doesnt matter you faggot. look at >>135572y-you too, by the way he isnt autistically screeching about the thread name, and anybody who isnt retarded wont make a big deal about it.
LITERALLY WHO CARES REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>>135587 I usually tend to be worried about stuff, and I've always been nervous about any possibility of some sort of incident happening ever since the first incident when we first came here with that one autist screeching at us about anonfilly being green I practically had a heart attack that time one of our threads got deleted
>>135599 well, if the big cheese atlas coming in and saying he loves these threads was any indicator, i dont think we'll be going anywhere for a while though i feel kinda bad he never got any (You)s, i dont think i even responded
>>135617 WHAT ARE YOU, A FUCKING ALARM? FAGGOT! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
>cuddle filly every day >wake up one morning >slowly picks her head up from your chest and looks at you, eyelashes fluttering behind her messy mane >oh my god "what the fuck" >"…what?" >you can only stare at her while your tired mind starts up "there are fucking hearts in your eyes" >"what?" >she pauses >"WHAT?!" >lazily pull your phone out and switch the camera >"OH MY FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK?" >she just stares at her reflection on the screen >"OH GOD, I'M A FUCKING FAGGOT." >glares at you >"YOU FUCKING BITCH AND YOUR CUDDLES, YOU MADE ME A FUCKING FAGGOT!" >glances at the phone again, staring at herself >you take a picture >"AH, DELET THIS, GET RID OF THAT SHIT! YOU FUCKING NIGGER!" >she spends a few minutes pounding her soft marshmallow hooves on your chest while you laugh >what a way to start a friday
>>135570 You wanna know what goes great with Anon filly?
The Denver Broncos
Many have tried to convert the fillies to football. The Seahawks, the Raiders, and even the Colts. But only the grace and football of Elway was able to convert them.
For Elway looked upon the fillies that where screeching autisticly and he had pity. He laid his hands on momma Twilight and she burst into footballs for all the autistic little fillies.
>>135647 >Be Twilight >You levitate your key and carefully slide it into the doorknob >At the moment, Anon was running laps around the pool "Anon, come inside!" >"I only need another lap to make it 5!" >Anon had this thing with 5s >You were pretty sure it was Aspergait's >You pushed the door to your room in and entered >The shag carpet was comfortable underhoof, and a large window gave a great view of... >Well, nothing. >Most importantly, there was only one bed. >Anon stumbled in behind you, winded from her execise >Maybe you should install a pool at home just so she would go outside >But then again, she'd probably go out for a midnight swim and drown >"Alright Twi, I hope there's-" >Her face dropped a bit upon seeing the room >"Wait... there's only one bed." "Yeah, all the other rooms are being fumigated, they didn't think anypony would be coming. So we'll just have to share." >"...I'm gonna go double-check." "I'm gonna unpack. Don't run off anywhere." >Anon trotted back out the door, and you dumped both of your saddlebags onto the bed >Once you'd finished unloading your various possessions, Anon trudged in >"I'll sleep on the floor." she said indignantly "Nope." >"I don't wanna sleep with you. I'll take the floor." "You're not GETTING the floor. When you don't get a good night's sleep you get cranky, and floors aren't conducive for good sleeping" >"But I-" >Anon closed her mouth upon seeing your displeased-mama glare >She was gonna be the little spoon whether she liked it or not
>>135697 >Be Anon >You were 90% sure that either the fumigation was bullshit, or Twilight had actually hired an exterminator and paid off the motel in advance to perform the service >Whatever >You would never say it, but you liked cuddling with Twilight >Her body was so warm and her fur soft, and no blanket could match the comfort of her wings draped around you >Pressing your head deep against her chestfluff, and listening to her heart beat was the ultimate way to fall asleep >Sometimes she would make gentle shooshing noises or rub her cheek against the top of your head, your ears bending at the contact >But admitting that, or actively seeking cuddles, legitimized her position and power over you as your mother
>But now what? >There was some friendship problem here or something, but it wasn't something you had to, or would, deal with >There >You were pretty sure you saw a bar, but there was no way Purple would let you anywhere near it "Oh! Purps! D >"You can swim later. Right now we have work to do." "YOU have work to do." >"You're coming along. Besides, maybe you're the key to solving this friendship problem." >You scowled at her "Do I really seem like the friendly type?" >"You've made new friends in the past." she answered offhandedly, organizing some books like the autist she is "Friends you didn't approve of." >"She was a bad pony with a bad family." she said, not even looking at you >Like she was one to talk
>You are Anon, a cute green filly who used to be human until she was dragged into Equestria a little over two weeks ago. >In this time, you've had to deal with bullies, changelings, trains, and worst of all, planning your own cute-ceañera. >To top things off, you get psychic visions out of nowhere every so often showing you horrible things. >You've seen ponies dying and Canterlot Castle being overrun by changelings led by the communist Fizzlepop Berrytwist. >But it's not all bad, as you've got plenty of friends at your side. >In fact, you've even got four friends who used to be human just like you, although two of them are in Manehatten. >At some point, you're going to have to find the final ex-human filly. >But right now you have something more important to deal with: Pinkie Pie has just asked you "Truth or Dare?"
You were strongly considering answering truth to start out, but you realized you wanted to encourage others to take dares too. If you set a precedent of playing it safe, Cheerilee might not end up taking a dare from Blossomforth when it came time to do it. Besides, Pinkie wouldn't dare you to do anything super humiliating, right?
^"Okay! I dare you... to give Twilight a piggy back ride!"
Okay, it's going to be one of those games. You walk up to Twilight and kneel to let her up onto you. She climbs up and straddles you like a human would a horse, and you end up walking her around your circle of friends a couple of times before letting her down where she was. For her part, she seemed to enjoy it a little. At least you didn't have her kicking your sides and telling you to giddy up.
After your dare, the next pony to go is determined by a spin of a bottle. The rounds that follow are at least somewhat interesting. Twilight dares Blossom to spend the next few rounds folded into a pretzel - which she does. Carrot Top takes truth and gets asked what the weirdest thing she's ever done with a carrot was. Turns out it's nothing lewd, but she has used one to pick her nose before, which grossed a few ponies out. Cloudchaser takes a dare and has to lick cake frosting off of Thunderlane's face , which she makes a point of doing as sensually as possible.
Finally, the bottle spins to you. You can ask any pony you want truth or dare.
>>135748 ponk. if dare, make her stand on her head and recite the alphabet backwards. if truth, ask her about the dumbest thing she's ever done. [1d100 = 26]
>>135741 even though I haven't read any of your green and probably won't in the future because it doesn't suit my tastes, I appreciate you writing green for those who do enjoy it
>>135760 Fuck off. Your constant berating of stories with content you don't like in them really isn't making any of us want to check out your piece of shit general.
>>135755 If I read it and dislike it, which is a likely possibility, I'll end up with a net decrease of appreciation for his green because I'd end up subconsciously associating my negative experience reading the green with the green itself it's for the best that I continue as I have been
>>135699 >The sun sat at your back, casting a medium shadow across the sandy terrain >You walked alongside Twilight, just roaming the streets, asking strangers if they had any problems >Nope, nope, nope, and nope >They got lucky, avoiding having to deal with the Purple Menace >Ignorant of her insanity "Can't I just go back to the room?" you complained, eager to get out of the heat >"No, I need you here, my little sidekick" she said, edging closer and nuzzling the side of her head against yours >Sidekick.. didn't you- "Hey, didn't you already have a sidekick?" >She didn't say anything "Yeah, I heard him mentioned when you were talking with your friends. Spike, right?" >"Oh, Spike. Right." >She clearly didn''t want to talk about him further "...So did he live with you? Did you go on lots of adventures?" >"Yes, and yes. We were very good friends." she did a lousy job of hiding the disappointment in her voice "...Nothing more? Nothing... familial?" >"Don't be silly. He was a dragon, and I'm a pony. We're just too different for that sort of relationship." >Twilight closet racist? >Or maybe she thought they were, but he left like a black father >Maybe one person had already escaped her clutches >Maybe you could do the same. "He left, didn't he? Got sick of you?" >"N-no, he just got a great opportunity with Dragon Queen Ember, and accepted it. I'm glad he's learning more about dragon culture, and responsibility. After he was Princess for a day, well... he needs it." "-And maybe you like me because I'm similar to him. Maybe you're trying-" >"I DON'T want to talk about this anymore." she said in her nearly-pissed voice >You had learned to shut up at this point. >So you did.
>>135792 Sounds like missing home. I don't really care about it so much one way or another anymore though. I guess I'm done trying to pretend I'm not recognizable.
Okay, you hadn't thought that one out too thoroughly. You don't have any dresses you could shove him in. But you could delay this just a bit until you could get one.
"Hey Rares, got any dresses his size?"
>"I just might... if you all don't mind me heading home for a bit to grab one."
"Do it."
Big Mac gulps nervously as Rarity trots on out of the house to fetch a dress his size. His time will come soon enough. While she's gone, a few more turns pass with increasingly interesting dares. Carrot Top dares Applejack to try climbing the tree again, which she does (albeit with a little bit of hesitation in spite of the lack of a bee's nest), and as revenge, she dares Carrot Top to take a bath in pickle brine. You would assume this would be another delayed dare, until Twilight heads into the kitchen and pulls out a brine made from unused kimchi vegetables. It smells absolutely rank, but Carrot Top took the dare, and so she spends the next five minutes or so in a barrel full of it. You're not sure if this was planned.
Rarity returns soon after, plugging her nose from the smell, and plops a very frilly hot pink dress onto Big Mac. To keep things interesting, he has to wear it for the rest of the game. With this distraction out of the way, the dare war continues on, this time between Noteworthy and Caramel. Noteworthy gets dared to sing a very embarrassing song in his best singing voice, so in turn he sends back a dare to Caramel - snuggle up to his crush. Caramel objects to this on the grounds that it's a disguised truth, but the rest of the group tells him to just do it, and so half reluctantly he ends up nuzzling a wet and smelly Carrot Top. Fortunately, she's at least reciprocal to him and nuzzles him back.
Finally, it's Blossom's turn. You know it, she's going to hit Cheerilee with the kiss dare. She said she would.
>today marks the second year you've been in equestria. >you're currently on a camping trip with your only friends, anon, and, well, anon. >though one is a filly, and the other a man. >you however, also ended up a man. >your tall neet self, still ripe with all its imperfections. >guess that's why the filly fell head over heels for anon instead. >or, head over hooves, in this instance. >despite your own differences, you were a rather tight band of buddies in the beginning. >went to bars, chilled in the park, did outdoorsy things like this on a regular basis. >spent your time with each other every single day, never running out of things to talk or laugh about. >but these days… >well, you wish you could say it's not so different. >not that you minded them pairing together or anything. >you knew you didn't have the looks or the personality, and they seemed to agree with each other on more things than not, even if it was just simple stuff like favorite ice creams. >but now… >well, as you lie in your sleeping bag, and they're cuddling and sighing happily, you can't help but just feel… there. >gone from best friend to third wheel. >though they still treat you the same, it hasn't been since then. >little things, like moving their seats together and leaving a wider gap between you. >anon carrying her through doors and letting it close in your face. >talks about things they'll do at home and, obviously, things like this. >you just don't even feel like you matter to them anymore. >like you really are just here as a burden. >after all, you've heard it plenty of times… >all they need is each other. >you'd hoped for a long while that things would suddenly change. >maybe you could be the filly too, or you'd even find another filly who could stand to look at you. >since you've stood by them for so long, ponies don't even acknowledge your existence. >too busy staying with each other, to the point where they all just ignore you to give you space, and believe you three are inseparable, like some kind of high school clique. >as the days've gone by, you've started to take more days away from them. >they certainly didn't mind you being gone, even with your track record beforehand. >and you don't really blame them, either. >you see the trouble you're making just being here. >after a moment of staring at the star filled sky, you finally have enough of their loud, happy noises. >unzipping the sleeping bag, you stand up, getting looks from both of them. >"Hey uh, where you going?" "I'm just gonna go for a walk, tire myself out." >"Oh, okay, don't get hurt!" >"Yeah, be safe!" >you simply nod, then walk off into the trees. >right before hitting the treeline, you can hear them giggle. >probably about to fuck once you leave. >with your hands in your hoodie pockets, you just walk. >this forest is known for being unusually quiet, so you don't really have to worry about any predators. >so you just have time to gather your thoughts. >as your lonely virgin head faces the ground, the sound of crunching leaves and twigs is the only thing breaking the silence. >every thought that comes your way is the same. >it always is. >and it's never not sad. >your footsteps turn from crunching, to the gentle tapping of rock. >walking up, you find yourself on a cliff with a spectacular view. >here you can see the rest of the forest, all the trees and the rest of the land that spans beyond it. >you can see a side of canterlot and the mountain it rests on. >you can see the moon, gently perched above the city and illuminating the whole land in its glow. >slowly, you make your way to the edge, and sit, just taking a moment to enjoy it. >as your now lifeless eyes gaze up at the moon, you wonder where you went wrong. >you mean, you made it to equestria. >maybe if you hadn't stuck with them, you could've had a more fulfilling life. >met some ponies, found an important job or something. >not just, being here, living the same hell you did back on earth. >at this point, your ambition has all but diminished. >you tried and tried, but you failed every time. >and now you're here, living on the charity of the princesses, but not really living. >your eyes move downwards. >you really haven't felt THIS bad since you… >…would they even miss you? >sure, but for how long? >if all they need is each other, they'll have no trouble "dealing" with it together. >you don't talk to any ponies, so that's not a problem… >your eyes fall lower, and you kick your legs a little. >maybe there was an error in the master plan. >as it seems now, maybe you weren't meant to be here in the first place… >maybe… >your eyes face the trees, but stare past them. >'I don't need anything as long as I have you.' >'You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.' >'You're my life, I hope you know that.' >…but what does that make YOU? >slowly, you stand back up, staring at the drop below. >…nothing important. >moving back a little, you sprint towards the edge and jump off. >you'd never be important.
>… >meanwhile, back in ponyville… >a small, green filly's train stops in the new town. >she had gotten word in manehattan that there were two 'huemens' here, and she was hoping to go and meet them. >if only it hadn't taken this long to get everything sorted. >she never did really fit in with the ponies. >adjusting her glasses, she takes once last glance at the reflection in her window. >a freckled face and shiny braces meet her. >she just hoped her looks wouldn't put them off or something.
>>135790 It was to encourage people to post more freely and not worry about everything they say being linked. This is especially relevant to content producers, since their posts would identify them in each thread, meaning everything is linked, not just in a single thread.
IDs can be good for other types of threads, such as short-lived or political/opinion based ones, which is why it's good that it's a per-thread option.
We've been doing fine without IDs, and personally, I would hate to have them back.
>>135854 I fully agree with this. Shit posting is harmed by ID's. On threads like this it is optimal. ID's are very usefully if the point of the thread is discussion that needs to be followed.
Blossom flashes an evil smile. It's an evil smile that tells you everything has gone according to her plans. Fortunately, you know exactly what her plans are, and you love every bit of them.
>"I dare you to kiss the pony you've been crushing on this entire time you've been in Ponyville. And don't try denying it. I've seen you stealing glances at her the second she showed up to the party."
The crowd around you makes a loud "Ooooo" at Blossom's revelations. Admittedly, you may have been catching a few quick glances at Cheerilee's flank when you thought no one was looking.
>"And one more thing: you can't be a chicken about it. It has to be on the lips."
The "Oooo"s grow louder. You were hoping Blossom would have dared Cheerilee like she said she would, but you suppose you have to be the one to initiate it... in front of everyone. Whether this makes Blossom the best or the worst wingmare, you're not sure, but regardless, you have an excuse to act freely.
You clear your mind of all possible distractions, including any psychic visions that could possibly tell you that this is a bad idea. With confidence, you approach Cheerilee, who looks thoroughly confused as you meet her eyes, just inches apart, and suddenly kiss her.
For a brief few seconds, you experience nothing but happiness. Your sense of the world around you disappears, all you become aware of is that Cheerilee's lips are warm, almost inviting, and that you are able to share this moment with her that you would not have tried had it not been for the dare. And then she slowly pulls away. She looks into your eyes, completely bewildered by what just happened.
>>135909 >>"I dare you to kiss the pony you've been crushing on this entire time you've been in Ponyville. And don't try denying it. I've seen you stealing glances at her the second she showed up to the party." Fucking smooth, Blossom. Very smooth.
Thanks for all of your love. More content to come tomorrow, I'm back in my groove. "Twilight this is no time for your petty piece of shit parenting tactics! I'm probably gonna get raped and/or killed!" >"Nice try, kiddo. Also, rude. We have no plans to do either. Now if you would please hold still..." "No! I know what you're up to! You're going to kidnap me so that you can use me as a weapon! I won't let you get the third piece." >You dig your hind legs into the dirt. >"Two? Oh, how cute. She's confusing Us with Them." >"Yes, now shut up. We have a job to do." >They advance towards you at a leisurly pace, this time wary of any actions. >You would run, but you're absolutely exhausted. >You can't let them see that, though. >Like some sort of shitty anime trope, you have to stay dignified. >Hold your ground. >... >A loud series of crashing sounds come from inside the castle. >"Holy shit Clover if you aren't serious I swear..." >The door slams open as Twilight stands there, literally glowing with rage. >"I'll give you one chance to get the hell off of my lawn before I blast you to fucking pieces!" >"Ha, no cha-" >AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. >PONY FRAGMENTS EVERYWHERE. >Twilight casually teleports the larger hunks of meat to Celestia-knows-where while you stand there in awe. >Your once-green fur is now soaked with some random-ass ponies' blood. >If you were an actual child this would probably scar you for life. >You're still pretty shaken, though. >Twilight glances over at you. >"Aww, cute. Let's get you in the shower, and then it's off to bed. I don't want you to be late for school tomorrow because you couldn't wake up." "Mmhmm." >"Good filly." >She finds what you assume to be the least blood-tarnished area of your neck scruff and picks you up. >You wiggle your legs a bit in protest, but ultimately submit. >Twilight drops you on the bathroom floor and turns the tap in the bathtub to hot. >There's a bit of awkward silence as you wait for the tub to fill. >"So... strawberry-scented or raspberry-scented shampoo?"
>>135954 kek, what a way to wrap up an update and strawberries are for simple folk, only the most refined faggots can enjoy a good raspberry [1d100 = 29]
>>135970 Let's be honest anon. We're all identically autismo here. Some just want to be the filly more than wanting to have the filly. and I really want to be an anon's anonfilly
>>135978 im in the middle of both, but i dont think ill ever be good enough either, if only for that reason alone of always thinking i wont be good enough, so i'm sure >>135979 would be a better anon for you. my plush is good enough
>>135979 All you burger anons post the same. It was an honest mistake. Forgive me senpai >>135980 Anon I will show you how to be a good filly, and we can be twins. We'll do everything together
>>135984 Well, it adds autism points. Cringy, but better reading through it than just an empty page. >chat room Well now that you mention it, the Discord is an anon hang out with exactly this kind of autism in it. Shouldn't be leaking out in here. >>135993 Here you go Canadafag, based on what I've seen both in the thread and here, that Anon of yours is most likely this guy named <3filly. https://discord.gg/rsztat
>>135993 The stereotype is real! But really though, that sort of posting has been getting a little out of hand for a few threads now, it's not just you.
>>135994 This mentality leads to bump posting, you don't want us to become a bump general, do you?
>>135998 >shitting up the thread >implying complaining about it like a retard is any less shitty
>bump general faggot there isnt even a NEED to bump here, we're forever on page 1. when there's filly that needs to be posted, it's posted, and you forget the fact that the program's actually MADE content for the thread routinely- if you saw the art to-do list you'd know that.
>>136002 >Implying any of the outright flirtation that's been going on between Anons since 2016 has resulted in any content >Implying it hasn't just been a back and forth of "ilu filly, I want u filly", "I-I'm a filly, uguu~" day after day
>>136005 looks like someone's salty because they'll never have a filly kek in case you werent aware, the fact that anonfilly is, in fact, an anon turned filly, is the reason our thread's stayed afloat for so long. nobody would care about having consistent threads talking about a random oc, but if you put that same character into the posters of this thread, things suddenly keep themselves going, because now the pony you're talking about is also right alongside you. the fact that anons can be faggots and talk about shit like this in the first place is what makes the thread different and great, and since you haven't seen that since 2016, i think i can safely say you're a fucking retard for it.
>>136054 >anon convinces Celestia to turn Twilight into a filly as punishment for turning him into a filly >Saturday morning hijinks ensue as they learn to get along and behave while Spike and the mane 5 take care of them I'd read that.
>>136054 Kek. The idea of filly having to take care of babby-Twilight is kinda cute, sort of a role-reversal thing. I guess Reuben might satisfy your desires to an extent, but given how you've gone out of your way to request it, it would seem not. Give it a shot yourself, maybe. Remember, we want to see new content, doesn't matter if you're unskilled. We can help.
>Be Twilight >Anon was really starting to get on your nerves >Maybe you should have left the little brat- >... >No Twilight, you're not thinking clearly >You're just getting angry because you haven't found the friendship problem yet >You'd already asked the motel concierge if she had any friendship problems, but she said she was new in town, and couldn't think of having any close friends >The tailor described herself as introverted, and didn't want friends, let alone having any in recent memory >heresy.png >These could POSSIBLY be the problem, but you needed to investigate further >It was starting to get late; maybe a hour until sunset, and you could see the shimmering haze seen on the dusty horizon was now fading >However, this would mean that rancher ponies would be coming into town to buy wares and drink >You might have to put Anon to bed early so you could ask around the local tavern >Who were you kidding, she wouldn't sleep >Well, you'd bought her a pile of comic books, so she should be quiet >Maybe bribe her with some sweets from the general store >You could teleport to some Canterlot megachain for a wider selection, but you wanted to support local businesses
I came from /mlp/ and A year ago before the merge I was already redpilled on Usury and corrupt Bankers. However I said "Its the Bankers". It was only after the merge where the Autist of /Pol/ showed me that most Bankers are Jewish, so now I say "It's the Jewish Bankers. From there my journey of Race Realism and the JQ Began. Happy Anniversary you Faggots
>>136093 of course I'd cuddle the filly cuddling the filly is one of the first and foremost things I want to do with the filly (especially if I'm a filly as well)
>>136096 "Say, Anon, you must be getting tired." you said off-handedly >"Nuh-uh." >She hated naps "Well, wouldn't you like to get out of this heat? It's still pretty hot out here." >T'was true, it was still over 90 degrees and would be for some time >"Can I go back to the hotel room?" "Hmmm..." >If you made it seem like you wanted her there, she'd try to leave >"Please? C'mon Twilight, I've been good." >The two of you had different definitions of 'good' "Well, I guess that's true. I'll leave you in the hotel room, and when I come back we'll get dinner. Then after you can go swimming. Deal?" >"Deal." she said, trying not to sound delighted >You pop the two of you into the hotel room, and after that second of confusion, she hops onto the bed >Not her bed. THE bed. >You had left her saddlebag on it, and she began ruffling through it, eventually pulling out a stack of comic books >But if you didn't give her, she'd inevitably bother the concierge, or even worse, try to scamper off on her own >She had almost been raped once already, and you were pretty sure her bladder was empty
>>136097 >>136099 Why would anybody dislike anonfilly just because she's been magically given a cock and balls? It's almost as if you'd only like anonfilly if her looks were good enough for you and nothing else matters to you at all - that's the sort of mindset that lands you with a thot for a wife
>>136129 It's not the fact that she has a dick, it's the fact that she was probably desiring a dick as the filly when she was human. I can't just have no standards, m8.
>>136131 >>136133 what would you do if your filly waifu stumbled into some poison joke and it replaced her vag with a dick and balls? or if some other sort of magical shenanigans gave her a dick and balls in addition to her vag?
>>136150 a filly who was magically given a cock is different than a dude who's trying to pass as a """girl""" besides, you forget about one important thing: >rape
>>136165 but even under normal circumstances anything anonfilly could possibly do is at least a little bit gay, so I don't see what the problem would be
>>136185 It's only a problem if you believe it is, despite what others may say. It does however become a real problem if you start parading your gayness as something to be proud of.
>>136117 >>136115 She's just cold and needs socks for warmth. That's why she wants to snuggle. The bow is to grab an unsuspecting anon's attention (clearly it worked)
Updates may be slow this month. I've got a ton of work ahead of me. Will likely only do one update per day, maybe none if the work is tight. I'll try to push one through tonight though.
>>136124 i know you dont get many (You)s here, but imo it's because the crazy stuff's not happening yet but you're loved, never stop, (You) lovely filly you
>>135954 More cute poners coming atcha.' >The weight of the choice is excruciating. >The internal battle that takes place in your mind leaves you exhausted, and you flop onto the floor. "R-raspberry." >"Alright, then." >Scooping you up, she plops you headfirst into the hot water. "Owowowow..." >She quickly adjusts the water, leaving you standing in a comfortably warm bath after about thirty seconds of pain. >You relax into the tub, allowing the hot water to begin to remove the drying blood from your coat and mane. >Small tendrils of red reach out along the surface from their point of origin. >Damn that was scary. >You have to be honest with yourself, you need this. >As Twilight seemingly removes the dense red blood cells from the bath with her magic, your mane, coat, and the water you lie in become cleaner and cleaner. >Once the warm water has done all it seemingly can, Twilight squits a generous amount of raspberry shampoo into her left hoof. >She rubs it into your mane first, as it seemingly took the largest amount of the blood; working her way down into your neck, back, barrel, and finally legs. >Though you initially resist, you eventually find your tongue lolling out of your mouth while a dopey grin spreads across your face. >"Heh. You like that, Anon?" "N-no..." >"Sure you don't." >Having funnelled all of the blood down the drain, Twilight scoops you up in one of those hooded towels, rubbing your head vigorously underneath the aforementioned towel. >Seemingly satisfied with her work, Twilight sets you down on the floor. >Looking in her eyes, you think you can see a glint of guilt. >"Would you like me to read you a bedtime story, Clover?" >Input action.
>>136289 say "y-yes, please" in the most shooken up tone you can muster i mean after all, i dont think a regular person could just shrug off seeing 2 people blow up in from of their faces [1d100 = 25]
You place a hoof on the confused filly's shoulder.
"Roses are red, violets are blue. I didn't know love, until I found you."
She still doesn't know how to react, almost paralyzed in thought. You're not quite sure what to do for her, so you flash her a smile and walk down to your seat. A few more rounds are played, at least to make sure everyone who didn't get a turn to make a dare or to receive a dare gets at least one.
Cheerilee is the second to last pony to go, but to everyone's surprise, she simply passes it up. This leaves her sister Cherry Blossom with the final turn.
<<<"Thunderlane, Truth or Dare?"
>>"Dare, obviously."
<<<"I dare you to kiss Blossom."
>"Hey, that's not fair!"
<<<"Life's not fair. Reap what you sow, you BITCH!
Before she can respond, Thunderlane runs up to her and kisses her. She struggles a bit to push him off of her. When she finally manages to break the kiss, she looks like she could break down in tears. Thunderlane waltzes back to his original seat next to his girlfriends, looking way too smug. You start to wonder whether this whole game was a mistake.
went browsing through silvanus' stuff and at the vocaroo files, i noticed a few lewd things from fedorashy that sound similar to filly or, like a different filly, if you will!
Alright, I had a fun time with the anniversary festivities and my family. As promised, I will now deliver an update for the story of Anonymous! As we left off in the last thread, Anon and Twilight were just about to board a train back to Ponyville. Let's see if they make it back okay!
>you and Twilight leave the room with everything that was brought and head for the train station >the town you're in mirors the decoration of the hotel room well >it's all got the same pseudo-western feel about it, almost like Appleoosa but less stereotypical >there's not much you don't like about it, though >it kind of reminds you of some places you visited on family vacations back home >there's not much you get to specifically look at on the way though, since Twilight just teleported you two straight to the station >oh well >she gives you your ticket and you both board the train without issue, claiming your seats when you get to them >after you both are seated, she pulls some papers and a pencil out of her bag and gives them to you >"Here's everything, I promise it won't take long if you just do it." "Fine, but I hope you brought extra paper. I need to write some more stuff down and I'm pretty sure the others will want to know about everything that just happened." >"I don't have any more with me, sorry. I don't even know why you're so bent on telling all this to the others if they won't even believe you..." >Twilight pulls out that book she brought and starts reading it again, leaving you to do your homework >you sigh as you look over the piece of paper at the top of the admittedly small pile >math >your favorite... >at least it's still easy enough >find the circumference of a couple of circles, find the area of a right triangle, etc. >after about a minute of actual work and only a few actual thoughts relating to the paper in front of you, it's completed >you look at the next paper on the pile and see what torture you need to endure again >oh, it's science >geology to be precise >rocks aren't your strong suit, but it's grade school science >how bad could it be? >igneous=volcanoes, sedimentary=sediment, metamorphic=temperature+pressure >done >you don't have to grow up on a rock farm to know this stuff >it's a shame that you didn't have anything more interesting to do in this science class, you're really not a fan of rocks >oh well, what's next? >writing >didn't you just do two pages of that already? >you sigh again as you look at what Cheerilee expects you to do >'write a paragraph about your weekend' >Twilight already said you're not allowed to say anything about what happened >but then what do? "Hey, Twilight?" >she looks up from her book at you >"What do you need?" "What do I do for this? You already said that I can't say anything about what's happened this week but this assignment asks me to say what happened over the weekend." >"You weren't there for the entire weekend, just leave that part out." >oh, right >you write a half-assed paragraph describing the time spent with Emerald up until you both went to sleep on Saturday, then BS the rest of it >good enough >you don't think it'll really matter >Emerald's probably tied up in helping repair the hive anyway, so you're not going to have to deal with a conflicting story >you look at your work, making sure everything's spelled correctly and grammatically correct >when you're satisfied with it, you put it on the 'done' pile and look at your final paper >history >oh boy >as you look over the paper, you find yourself clueless on a good 75% of the questions and only barely confident on your answers to the other 25% "Uhh... Twilight? I need more help." >"What is it?" "This entire worksheet. I know none of it." >"Let me see it and I'll help you." >you give the paper and your pencil to Twilight and she looks over it >"All this is pretty basic, are you sure you know none of it?" "Absolutely certain. This isn't something I've learned at all, and I have no familiarity with any of the events or ponies listed." >"Wow. It's not going to help you learn any of it, but I can give you the names and places you need to know and you can review the paper to get a better idea." "Sure, that sounds like a good idea." >you feed Twilight the questions listed and she tells you what to write and how to spell it when you encounter something that's a bit confusing >after all the questions are answered, you reread them a couple of times to make sure that everything's still in your head before placing the paper on the 'done' pile >you grab all the papers and hand them back to Twilight, who places them and the pencil back in her bag >cool, you finished all your stuff! >how long has it been since you left? >let's see, the train left at 8:30 and it's currently...
"What time is it?" >Twilight thinks for a bit and eventually comes to a conclusion >I'd say it's about 8:45." >shit >you've only been on this train for 15 minutes >what are you going to do to kill all this time? >... >..... >....... >well, I can't help you here >I have about as many ideas as you do, a fat, whopping zero >that's a shame >you decide that the best course of action is to ask Twilight "Any ideas on what I can do to kill time right now?" >"I'm not sure, I don't think I packed your phone for you and I don't really have anything else. Sorry." >fuck "None at all?" >"I suppose you could stare out the window like you did on the way to Canterlot, but I don't know how interesting that'll be." >it's not much, but it's something >you look out the window to your left at the landscape you're passing >it's just desert >like, not even interesting desert with rocks and stuff >just sand, sand, sand, and an occasional cactus >not any interesting cacti with arms or flowers, either >just a bunch of short, rotund plants with spines >this isn't going to work "This is boring too. What do I do instead?" >Twilight's starting to look annoyed as she looks up from her book again >"I don't know, you're old enough to figure it out yourself. Just try not to get yourself in trouble, and I'm sure it'll be fine." >looks like you're still on your own with this >can you get away with exploring the train? >you get out of your seat and start walking around the train car >it's pretty much empty >no, scratch that >it's completely empty >the only other pony in here with you is Twilight >wow >you decide to see what the other cars are like, but you reconsider once you see that the only thing connecting the train cars is a coupling >no way you're going to risk that >your luck in most things has sucked so far and you don't want to figure out what getting run over by a train feels like >out of options, you head back to your seat >when you plant yourself back on the cushion and sigh, Twilight takes notice again >"Nothing?" "Nope, at least not in this car. I'm not going to check the others because I don't want to fall out and die." >"That's a good reason. I suppose I could let you see the book I have, but I don't think you'd find it very interesting." >you look at the cover of the book to find that it has no distinctive markings "What is it?" >"It's a book about engineering, I decided to review what I know and try to learn something new after figuring out what your phone was." >engineering? "What kind?" >"Just engineering." >wow >this world really must not have that much in terms of actual engineers "JUST engineering? I can probably tell you more than that book can off the top of my head! For instance, there are many different types of engineering: Nuclear engineering, electrical engineering, bioengineering, structural engineering, computer engineering, and the list goes on." >you spend the rest of the time talking with Twilight and telling her everything she asks you about the many fine practices of engineering and what they each do >it's something that you thought was pretty cool, and she looked like she was learning a lot from it >"That's certainly a lot of information... I think it would be a valuable learning opportunity if you were to show me how it all works, would you mind?" "I don't think I can right now, at least not unless you packed a bunch of tools and spare parts in that bag of yours." >"Not now, you goof! When we get back you can show me." >ah, of course >how could you make that stupid mistake again? >oh yeah, you're an autist >it's your specialty "Right, sorry." >well, from the scene outside the window, it looks like it won't be too much longer before you get to try your hoof at doing some cool tech stuff! >you can see the massive crystal tree that is Twilight's castle looming just over the next hill, even if it's about the size of a toothpick right now >you're almost back
>>136329 I've already got a fuckload of tabs open, I don't want to open another just to find another post number to manually copy and paste. Yes, I'm this lazy.
>>136337 Well, remember to capitalize the first word of every line. >Anon requires more than 15 seconds to do a sheet of basic geometry Is she a brainlet arts major? Or did she use convoluted strategies involving derivatives and Riemann sums to solve them? >Talks about engineering Well, I guess not.
>>136341 It's been stated that he was an engineering major of some sort. >>136338 Jeez, there's been some silent contempt among the writefillies ever since Lone went off like that. Negative waves, man.
Also writers always have those worries on their minds, what did i do wrong, what could ve changed, what are anons thinking of it, etc If you write and cant take a complaint then you should just stop, but doesnt mean the worry i said before wont plague them, its good to let out and come forward like that instead of burning out from inside
In the end they all want one simple thing: someone to hold them close and also their hoof
>>136353 This, every single semi-serious writefag ever worries about this all the time. Writefags like attention, it seems like a bad thing saying it like that, but it really is the fuel that helps them continue writing, criticism can likewise hurt them deeply. That's not to say criticism shouldn't be given, it's a good idea to keep it somewhat constructive and lighthearted. Decent writefags are hard to come by and should be looked after as they're unironically what keeps a thread like this alive.
>>136328 >>oh yeah, you're an autist >it's your specialty kek i dunno what's goin on in the stuff above me, but i love your green, and it's always a pleasure to read it
>>136373 the secret 3rd one you dont know about, being confusion dont worry filly, when im holding your hooves you'll figure out those emotions you didnt know you had
>meanwhile, innaquestria >*pop* >you land flat on your face, putting your hands out to fruitlessly stop you from your fall >landing in grass, you can only groan as you push yourself up >looking around at your surroundings, you're immediately hit with two other things >a group of other people around you, on the ground and getting themselves up too >and in front of you >a whole fuckin group of green, black maned little fillies >their eyes range from different colors, and on top of their sizes, their races is what sets some apart from others >but if their coats weren't enough, their ass tattoos say everything that was needed to >as they stand up themselves, they begin to stop and stare at you guys, just as you all are staring at them >for a moment, there seems to be silence, aside from the frequent, "Holy shit I'm in equestria," and "Holy shit I'm a filly!" >you stand just a few inches forward, being in the middle of the group of anons "So... are you guys actually Anonfillies?" >the pegasus filly before you looks at herself for a second, and you hear, "Naw we're fucking niggers," in the background "L-like, ACTUAL anons turned filly?" >she nods, then smiles >"How many namefags are there?" >"-I thought you only became the filly by making content?" >"Yeah, so that'd mean all of them, then." >"Wew." "Who're you?" >she suddenly shies off >"W-well, I-" >"-Ey, is Lockheart here!" >you see a filly hoof raise in the back >the anons and the fillies are starting to move a little closer out of curiosity >"Hey hey, what about Assfaggot?" >this tiny filly in the front raises her hoof >names are spouted out from all the anons, and you notice filly after filly raising their hooves to their questions >of course though, there's a few that aren't called out >though they do look a little sad, they're still clearly happy to be the filly >you made a stick figure filly man, why couldn't YOU be there? >"All Nighter there?" >another filly raises her hoof >content with the slow pace that things are going at, you practically jump when the anon springs from the crowd >before your mind can even process what's going on before you, he goes after the filly that raised her hoof and picks her up >"HOH MAN I'M GONNA LOVE YOU SO HARD YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!" >"OH GOD IT'S YOU! NO PLEASE, SOMEONE KILL ME! KILL ME! KILL MEEE!" >he runs off with her, towards the small town of ponyville you can see in the distance >slowly, the anons and fillies look back at each other >riled up by the outburst, the anons are suddenly looking a little more confident >some of the fillies back up a little bit, and you hear a small, "I-I'm not gay!" in the back >another anon jumps up and grabs a filly >"I GOT SMOLDIX!" >"H-HEY, PUT ME DOWN! NO, FAGGOT! AAAAAAHHHHHH-" >another one down >the fillies now back up quicker, as the anons advance >huddling up together, you then just watch as they move into a tighter group >"-EVERYFILLY FOR THEMSELVES!" >the anons move after and start grabbing filly after filly, calling their names out as they go >"OH ASSFAGGOT, YOU'RE GONNA BE MY ASSFAGGOT NOW!" >"LIKE HELL I WILL YOU FUCK!" >"I GOT REUBEN!" >"I DIDN'T GET A PHD FOR THIS SHIT FUCK OFF!" >"PLACEHOLDER'S MINE!" >"YOU BETTER GIVE ME GOOD TENDIES FOR THIS SHIT!" >"SKITTER!" >"REEEEEEEEE-" >"Oh CountryRoads, your pics gave me so many ideas~" >"W-what?" >you watch as the anons frantically scatter around, grabbing fillies left and right >some pegasus fillies manage to get away, others are stuck fruitlessly flapping their wings in another anon's arms >horn heads trying to magic their way out, earth ponies just sprinting the fuck out of there >lots of rees, squeaks and screams >you notice a small pile of fillies that haven't moved, just sitting there and watching the carnage unfold like you are >slowly, you lock eyes with one of them >stepping up to the group, she watches you curiously while you move up "...Lone fifteen?" >a small smile spreads across her face, and you hold your arms out >she jumps into your embrace, and you casually walk on over, past the now thinning riots of anons and fillies >she snuggles into you and sighs, hugging you a little tighter >"Th-thanks..." >you tighten your own grip in response, and walk through the grass with a smile on your face "Anytime, m'filly."
>>136454 Kinda makes you wonder, what does happen after the initial filly fiasco? The Anons have no usable currency, and the fillies need their tendies and chocolate milk.
>Be Twilight >Your castle is full of dozens of fillies and humans running around, talking, yelling, screaming, breaking expensive furniture, and basically being insufferable >1/4 of the fillies keep trying to hug you or rub against you, 1/4 are actively avoiding you, the other 1/2 are meh. >You're pretty sure one of them tried to suck your teats, but you can't keep track of who is who among the flock. >You're talking to one Anon who seems to be actually sane, trying to help you figure out who is who. >But who the hell calls their child "Small Dicks"? Or "All Nighter Faggot", or "Assfaggot"? You're changing those. All of the fillies' names, actually. >Fillies are running everywhere, either playing with each other or away from Anons (God, the booping.). >Every time one of them scrapes their knee or runs into a piece of furniture, a couple of fillies will come and hug them until they feel better >Three Anons are simultaneously complaining to you about being human and demanding to be transformed, and one filly wants to be a baby (same as the crotch-sucker??). >You were pretty sure she said something about being a fetus >Wut >One of the Anons is browsing through your wardrobe looking for socks, as if you have filly-sized ones. >Tails are being lifted, vaginas rubbed and ponuts touched on a massive scale. >All of your food is being raided by a swarm of humans and fillies alike crowding your pantry and icebox, and you hear screeching from that direction for reasons you can't imagine. (Something about Reuben sandwiches? You've hear that word being thrown around) >One filly keeps insisting she is not cute >And of course, frequent taunts to go kill themselves >What the buck is wrong with these pon- people? >You have no idea how you're gonna manage them all, if you're gonna have to build an Anon village or what. >There's a filly called Country Roads, her special talent is probably related to ranching or construction. >This was a bad day.
>>136457 >A couple of fillies that have been successfully identified as 'Lone Fifteen' and 'Placeholder' have formed a cuddlepile with three Anons, and to be honest, you want to jump right in. >A couple of fillies have gotten into a violent argument about 'Catholicism' versus 'Protestantism', and you were about to break them up when they come to a resolution that Muslems suck the most, followed by Mermens >You have to nudge away the Anonfilly who wants to be a baby after she roams a bit too close to your private region >Another filly has come back to talk to you about getting a dick, 'but still a filly' >The three Anons are now DEMANDING to be fillies, and are specifying their pony type >Two unicorns and a pegasus >A filly shows up, and tells you that "We broke some kind of vase Mom" before running off >One Anon is just running around and grabbing fillies' flanks >You don't have time to respond to any of this, because Anons and fillies are just rotating around, causing new problems, and bothering you >"Purple this", and "Mom that" >No way could you handle 12 kids, especially when (three?) of them keep giving you frightened glasses and avoid contact with you like you're the Zodiac Killer
>>136327 >>136328 Nice! Though, wouldn't a train ride take several days back to Ponyville? After all, Canterlot's almost a day away and it's the closest city. The Badlands are like 7 times farther away. Pic related.
>>136739 Everytime there s a flashback to her childhood where she s in some competition she s winning something, the cart race, the filly flying competition, this second one was sad to see her strabismus developing... Poor mare, she had such a future ahead of her, too bad her surgery didnt work
And now that i ve been thinking we ve been slowly getting Derpy's story thru flashbacks havent we? Noic
>>136762 Listen here you little shit. Green, orange, and even red are colors with long and venerable histories. But teal? Teal is what happens when green forgets to take the morning after pill. >>136763 >never actually teal, she s cyan? Don't. Go. There.
>>136768 Nah, with solid i meant the pure colour or as some call it the 'neon' version, as in #FF0000 and #00FF00 Maybe if filly became radioactive she could become pure green though
>>136394 If any writefag wants to play this pass-the-buck on giving their own interpreetations of how this shitfest would go for yourself and others. Go ahead.
"Let me go" >"No" "Let me go" >"No" "Let me go" >"No" >I sighed. How did I get wrapped in this crapfest? >There was a number of different ways to possibly explain it. >Magic, science, hell even the power of autism, anything seemed plausible. >Although, maybe the latter of concentrated autism at played seemed better. >Anyone and everyone who's ever written, posted, a photo, or even shitposted on that god-forsaken thead was here. >Although I couldn't help but wonder why all the write and drawfags were fillies. "Listen bud, you seem like a nice guy and all. But I think it'd be best if we go back with the others. Maybe try to figure things out?" >"Nope, I told wouldn't stop tlll I made you..." >He held me up by my torso with one hand, as he approched me with his hand. >"A Happy. Little. Filly." With each pause he booped me. "Achoo!" >Turns out I'm alergic to booping...or happiness. >Either one would be fine by me. >I tried using my feeble hooves to try the strange man's hand off me. >All in vein. >Fillies are weaker than humans. >Who knew? >My attmempts and reistance only brought the strnage anon to strangle me in a hug. >At this point I've just started to reisgnt to my fate "Really dude, I'd like it you could let me go." >"Awww, how can I let go of such an adorible filly, and with no family in sight. I really must take care of it. Plus I can't really have you going around, trying to kill yourself and being depressed." >He sqeezed my cheeks while babbling at me. >LIKE A FUCKING NEWBORN. >Oh fuck no, I am not taking that shit. >Pulling back, I bit the fucker on the thumb. >"OW!" >Dropping me, he reels back in pain. Holding his hand and seething, he looks at it for blood before turning back to me in confusion. "I'm fucking twenty-two you dipship." >Walking up to him, I poke an angry hoof at his chest. "I don't need somebody patronizing me like I need help,okay. If I want to take my own life, I'll take it. If I want help from somebody, I'll fucking ask for it." >Standing tall, I tried my best to seem tough. >Which is difficult to do, considering I'm a small, high-pitched, filly. "So leave me the fuck alone, you freak." >Now free. I turn back out of the alleyway where we we're hidden away. >Looking into to town I see the chaos that other anons, filly or not. we're causing around town. >running about,jumping, hiding causing havoc. >Mostly it just seemed like a game of cat and mouse as the filies tried running from all the regular people of the group. >All the while the mane six we're running about, trying to quell the situation, by rounding them up. >Okay, so where do I go next in this shitfest?
If another writefag wants to take the reigns, be my guest.
I don't think there's going to be an update today since I got covered in work today and my mental state is about as stable as the opposite of a building to hold horses in. It's still in the works, but it's probably not coming out tonight. Sorry. I AM working on integrating the grammar suggestion, though.
>>136394 >>136457 >>136460 >>136776 An attempt was made. >Holy fuck. >You did it. >By your powers combined, you were able to become the filly. >Granted, you're not sure whether that power was sheer non-zero chance or if there's something more to it, but you're not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. >You cross your eyes and tap your nose. >You can feel it very clearly, and immediately scrunch it. >Yep, not dreaming. >Looking up from the group of fillies, you see a crowd of very confused Anons. >Oh no. >This will only end in rape. >Feeling your forehead, you notice a significant lack of a horn. >Guess your shitty filly OC- Do not Steal! didn't really do anything for you. >Shit. >You creep to the back of the group as the Anons get their bearings. >Names are called. >... >Yours isn't. >You didn't really expect it to. >The scene takes a turn for the expected when someone snatches up AllNighter. >Here we go. >You can't help but grin a bit as you see your fellow contentfags plucked from the rapidly thinning group of fillies. "Hey, I didn't see any of your names called. Who are you all?" >"Dead drawfag." >"Dead writefag." >"I'm that girl who did the filly voice for the mlpodcast." >You're about to screech at the last filly when you hear a voice behind you. >"...Lone fifteen?" >A few of the remaining fillies look like they've suddenly become a bit less hospitable towards you. >No way. >You don't even hesitate for a second before jumping into his arms. >"So, where to?" >You snuggle into his arms. "With you? Anywhere." Alright, alright. I still need to get to work on my update, so I'll let somebody else pick up the torch if they want to. And they'd better, because this is a damn good concept and you faggots aren't going to let it die just because you're lazy.
>Holy shit what happened >Apparently I'm now the filly >I guess I'll never achieve my dreams after all... >But hey, at least I get a chance to start over and NOT be a lazy sack of shit! >If only mom could see me now- >Wait, no, that would be a bad idea >As other voices pipe up in the massive fillypile around me, the fact is soon raised that all the contentfags got turned into a filly >Well, fug >As the mad scramble begins with anons grabbing fillies left and right, I decide to try hiding under something >Critfail >Dammit >Some guy finds me immediately and claims me >Maybe I can still get something out of this? "YOU BETTER GIVE ME GOOD TENDIES FOR THIS SHIT!" >It seems my words have gone completely unnoticed as I'm carried off >Nothing but dark images of myself being forced into lewd activities fill my head as my soul desperately tries to scramble back home to the life I left behind >After some time of being carried though, that Anon ends up bringing me to a nearby restaurant in Ponyville >"Now that we're away from the others, I believe you asked for tendies?" >Cool, he did listen! "Uh... Y-yeah, I guess I did. Alright, let's get some food!" >And so the rest of the day went similarly, except instead of partaking in the general mischief, we just watched with some popcorn and no lewd things happened that night or ever because I don't like dick
>>136816 That's partly the reason why I started out with myself. Although I don't like writing about myself, it provides better context into the charactistics, motives, and traits of ourselves. Just so we don't step on eachother's toes on describing each other's actions or motives.
Which I have little knowlege of anyways of anyone else's.As I've almost never read anyone else's green in the thread since it's concoction years back.
You know what? No. The game wasn't a mistake at all. You still got to kiss Cheerilee, even if she is just as stunned as Blossom. What is it with these fillies and making such a big deal about being kissed? You can somewhat understand Blossom - she had mega hangups about Thunderlane and the idea of having her first kiss stolen anyhow. But Cheerilee? Was it because she was straight? You try to remember back to the show... oh right, she had a thing with Big Mac kinda... sorta... okay not really, but you're pretty sure she wasn't lesbian. Maybe you should talk to her? A glance over at Blossom suggests that maybe you should have other priorities in mind.
"Alright everypony, let's dance. Forget this madness!"
Okay, so you don't have a music player of any sort. But you do have a Pinkie Pie. And Pinkie Pie has extra-dimensional pockets full of party supplies. And party supplies means music. At the sound of the word "dance", Pinkie knows exactly what you need and pulls out a phonograph playing some jazzy swing dance music. Now that's what you call a distraction!
Ponies all around you start dancing. Thunderlane with his two girlfriends, Caramel with his new very wet with pickle brine girlfriend, Cheerilee with her sister, and you with Blossom. It's completely platonic, but you need to cheer her up. She doesn't talk much, so you decide to break the ice a bit.
"So maybe inviting Thunderlane was a mistake."
She shakes her head.
>"Don't be like that Anon. I knew what I was doing. It just kinda... screwed up for me in the end."
"Why didn't you just dare Cheerilee to kiss me instead?"
>"I thought about it for a while. She's the kinda pony who would've picked truth. Daring you got around that. It's just it left me open for the same dare. I guess Cherry was right. I do reap what I sow. I just wish it wasn't with him..."
"You know, it's not too late to say I took your first kiss."
She punches you lightly on your shoulder. Not enough to bruise or anything, but enough to hurt sorta, like when you used to play the circle game with your brothers.
>"Twilight was right, you ARE incorrigible."
She wraps her hooves around you in a warm inviting hug, and to your surprise, gives you a playful kiss on the cheek.
>"But I suppose sharing a first kiss with your best friend is better than with a playboy."
Reply chain is what i think would be a good continuity of it, if any can be made >>136394 >>136457 >>136460 >>136797 >>136821 >>136776 >You finally wake up in an hospital bed >Horse nurses rushing from room to room, unsure of what to do >When you fell in the pile another filly fell head first on you >And you have no idea how long it has been since then >Looking down you check the green fur of your body >Yep, 100% filly, 100% faggot >Cautiously you decide to look thru the window >Just to see a bunch of fillies rounded up >Rainbow Dash often rushing to get stragglers who tried to flee from it >Applejack having tied or downright subdued the Anons who werent filly and was carrying them in a large cart >Fluttershy in other hoof- hand was holding a filly in her back having a chat >Lucky bastard >No wait, the filly just got tackled by another filly to the ground >You turn away from the window before seeing the fight break out >It was good that you left or you d have been traumatized for life by Fluttershy's stare >But since you were not, you started to wonder where was Twilight >I mean Rarara was down there doing...whatever she was doing >And Pinkie seemed ready to kidnap a filly, visibly holding back by Twilight orders >But Twilight herself was nowhere down there >The answer didnt take long to arrive as she showed up with the nurse to the room >Something about an emergency with all the fillies and having to take you all somewhere >She even used a heal spell to heal your horn in one go >The headache is still there tho- >Wait, horn? >Looking up you notice that you have the magic augmentation now >You never asked for this >While leaving you find out that you were sharing the room with another filly >But even if there s two of you Twilight is still much bigger >So you decide to play nice >But then you overhear her talking with a nurse about the other filly >It was the one who fell on you >"Hey how come this faggot gets his horn fixed but you dont even look at my headache? I demand equal attention!" "Shut up faggot, stop being so gay!" >Its then that a imprompto staring contest starts, one slowly inching closer to the other... >"No you!" "No YOU!" >"NO YOU!" "NO U!" >We were almost touching snoots when Twilight levitated us away from each other >Scrunching intensifies >"Anything new Twilight?" - Rarity asked >"Sadly, no. What is going on? What are all these fillies doing here? And why are all they-" >As the scrunching gets to critical levels, both of you REEE loudly >In answer, one by one of all the other fillies start REEEEing along >The mane 6 and any other pony close by couldnt help but try and shield their ears >Seeing the opportunity some fillies took upon themselves to free the human anons who were tied >Some other part took the chance to jump on their favourite pony >Poor Roseluck, she never saw it coming >And the rest of the fillies just ran astray >After it all calmed down, Twilight couldnt help but take a deep and tired sigh >But one thing was made clear to her >Something had to be done
Was going to write something about nameless contentfags, then changed the idea and decided to drive the plot forward and bring the fillies to the mirror poll, but then after lone and placeholder parts i decided people didnt really seem to care for a continuity, so changed for a more general cut, hope fun can still be had with somewhat scattered fillies >Tfw no one would look for nameless fillies, only the namefags
>>136816 Well, if you wont read a few hundred thousand words (mostly from assfaggot), I'll give you a rundown:
>reuben has a phd in something to do with engineering, so I guess he's the smartest. His style is closer to a novel than a green (and probably the best mechanically), so you could do something related to that. Listens to everyone else, and seemingly the most normal, well-adjusted writefag here. Voice of reason, oldest IRL and the one they come to for advice. Team leader >assfaggot has obvious mommy issues (seriously, at least 70% of is about being with Twilight),and can write both good and fast, unlike the majority of -pick one- writers. Probably the most autistic (IIRC he scored the highest) due to attention to detail and planning way too far ahead and also general good-but-also-asinine content. Can play with your emotions and deceive you. The one who gets into the most antics and drags the other fillies into itYuna >lone15 has an abuse fetish and needs cuddles. Won't put up with others' bullshit, so probably the tough filly. Goes the extra mile. Cares deeply about others, so is 'The Heart'. He'll be the youngest filly since i think he's the youngest writefag (except for Silver Spoon maybe, but he's becoming Silver Spoon). A cool filly to hang out with. >placeholder is lonely and should be paired up with lone15 and viciously cuddled. Has self-esteem problems, probably due to comparing himself with other (more experienced) writers. Can be bribed. Quite good at writing what Anon is thinking as well as descriptions. Seemingly takes a long time to do small tasks, so might be some sort of disabled filly. The cutest one. >AllNighter and EatCarbs are sleeping because when was the last time they posted a (main) green?
>>136848 CompSci is a type of engineering, literally under the College of Engineering. Which makes sense, you need to be an autist to be in CS. And assfaggot was second at 32, and pretty sure also a CS major. >Cue a battle between the two over who can be the most autistic >Reuben is better at screeching and being socially inept >But assfaggot can make every conversation awkward and memorize an infinite amount of lore, stats, and trivia from fictional works
>>136394 >the fuck was that? >o shit nigger am i where i think i am >innaquestria, nice. >wait >why am i a filly and there are regular anons? >isnt this a preferance thing >people begin calling names >i notice a pattern emerging >all the contentfags are fillies, non contentfags are anons >you just had to start a green, didn't you >anons begin rounding up fillies >i see where this is going "Nah fuck this cunt, i'm fuckin' out of here" >proceed to bolt for the everfree, cant be any more dangerous than aus >hmmm, i wonder if i can get away with stealing songs from earth and becoming a rockstar
>>136809 n-no u i still have the request floating around in my mind, but im not entirely sure how id draw the writefags to actually let you know who's who id rather not just put names everywhere then there's fucked sleeping schedule, fluctuating degrees of motivation ok yeah, im not a very good drawfag.
>You sit with a pile of other fillies, in the middle of this big ass grass field. >All the popular fillies were running about and screeching, plucked one by one by the Anon menace. >"Hey, I didn't see any of your names called. Who are you all?" >"Dead drawfag." >"Dead writefag." >"I'm that girl who did the filly voice for the mlpodcast." >Wait, wouldn't that make her a colt, then? >Fuck, only contentfags become the filly, now there's no exceptions to that rule. >This isn't how you thought things would go. >At all. >You mean sure, being a filly is awesome and all, and at least you got wings like you wanted, but you were kind of waiting for a filly- >"…Lone fifteen?" >Your ears perk up at the new sound, and you turn your head. >You watch as the filly just jumps into the arms of another Anon, and they both walk off together. >Oh. >I-it only hurts a little. >Fuck, serves you right for being a contentfag, you kinda hoped leaving no name would mean you wouldn't be one. >Now it just means you're a literally who. >... >You feel a tapping on your head. "Hzhuh?" >Blinking yourself awake, you know feel just as damn tired and pissy as you always were back home. >You look up at this one Anon, who has a small, hopeful smile on his face. >But he fucking woke you up, so all you respond with is a squinted glare. "What?" >Without any word, he practically yanks you off the ground. >Or it fucking feels like it, just adding to your anger. >He carries you like some kind of radioactive material, arms under your belly and held away from him. >As you walk, you watch your surroundings. >Surprisingly, you see an Anon and a filly having a picnic in the grass. >Other than that, it's completely dead. >Shit, how long were you asleep? >You feel the Anon's arms start to shake, then he pulls you closer to him. >You also feel the need to ask him if he even lifts, but you're too tired to get the words out. >Your hooves lazily move with the rhythm of his walk, as he poorly carries you fireman style. >You yawn, then look up at him. "Alright, wherever you're taking me, it better have a bed." >His eyes glance down at you. "I expect-aaawwwn- I expect cuddles every day, no excuses. You'll routinely call me cute, and pet me, and hug me. Also massage my hooves, because hooves are my fetish." >He stops and puts his full attention on you, simply raising a brow. "I expect full honesty from you, just as I'll give the same to you. And because of that, yes I'll do lewd stuff, but don't think I'll wake you up with blowjob starting tomorrow, I do expect a bit of romancing first- I've got some standards, after all." >You yawn again. "I want you to be my best friend before any lewd stuff, I want to spend all my time with you, and expect the same back. I don't expect candlelit dinners, but I'd like to have something other than ramen every once in a while." >His expression changes into something a little more annoyed. >"You're asking for quite a lot." "I'm not gonna lower my standards just because I'm a literally who." >You guess that was the final straw, as he just drops you onto the grass. >Surprisingly you land on your hooves. >"Whatever, I have a filly anyways." >He starts to walk away. "Then why'd you grab me in the first place, you fuck? I don't like herds!" >"Fuck off." >You watch as he walks off, staring straight forward with his hands in his pockets. >Looking all around you, you find that you really ARE all alone. >Well, aside from those two fags over there and their picnic. >You'dve liked a picnic with your Anon... >Taking a few test flaps with your wings, you actually find that it's a lot easier than you thought. >Kinda imagine flapping your arms like a retard, but it actually gets you somewhere. >You're taken off the ground by the test flaps alone, so you try not to look down as you ascend. >Unfortunately it's harder than it looks when you can see miles ahead of you, and anxiety starts to quickly fill your form. >You find a cloud nearby, and not knowing how to even get to it, you start doggy paddling with your hooves towards it. >Slowly but surely, you finally make it, and throw yourself onto the thing. >Thankfully you land securely on it, the fear of falling only crossing your mind right before landing. >Jesus fuck, maybe you didn't think out the whole Pegasus thing out too well. >You just wanted the lewd wing spots and chest fluff, man. >Not taking any time to test the thing out, you just roll over towards the middle of the cloud, then curl up. >You try not to reflect on exactly what just happened down there, and instead how tired you are. >Yawning again, you feel yourself shudder anyways. >No, it's not that bad. >You're a filly anyways, that's good enough! >Yeah, once you wake up, and you're all good and ready, you'll just go out innawoods and make something for yourself. >Sadly no funs or anything for your ass, but- >The thought jolts you up, and you glance over at yourself. >A nice, plump set of hips and some cute hoofsies greet you. >Aw yiss. >...Th-that Anon just doesn't know what he's missing! >Yeah, you'd fuck and cuddle you! >So hard! >The situation kind of drops down on you again, and you adjust yourself a little, dropping your head on a slightly raised piece of cloud. >Despite being tired, all you can do is watch all the land before you, moving slowly as your cloud drifts away. >...This isn't what you expected at all.
>As I appeared in Equestria I felt it immediately. The lower half of my body was missing. Just below my belly-button, was it like something sharp had cut off the rest of my body. I could feel blood leave my body at a rapid pace. >As I lay there dying, I overheard some other fillies talking. They talked about why they were fillies unlike some who were just anons. They theorized that only content fags got to be fillies. >That is when I realized my mistake. All my content were unfinished and discontinued just as my body was. The magic that had brought me here had a sense of irony, it seems. >My dream to come to Equestria and being turned into a filly had come true but at what cost? >Then I died.
>>136898 Edge indeed. But this made me wonder about something.
If you ended up in Equestria as a filly and eventually grew up - assuming it's even possible for Annofilly to grow up - into a fine mare as the years passed, then what kind of job would you try and get to earn a living? Can't spend your entire life in Equestria mooching off Twilight, now can you?
>>136910 If Hornfilly- study magic and learn to become a powerful mage. If erf or pega- Learn to brew potions from Zecora, move to another town, and make bank by being the only resident pharmacist.
>>136925 >If erf or pega- Learn to brew potions from Zecora, move to another town, and make bank by being the only resident pharmacist. How about brewing new and strange potions that Equestria has never heard of? >Be the first pony in Equestria to create a viagra potion >Mares all over the world praises you as their husbands can now last longer than ten seconds in bed
>>136967 pillows and fillies are both soft enough that a filly getting hit by a pillow wouldn't hurt the filly at all she's simply really glad to be having fun with a fellow anonfilly - just look at the smile on her face!
>>136873 ASSFAGGOT gets the collar Reuben has foresight powers, so maybe those hoop earrings Placeholder has a necklace with a crescent moon due to his dream powers Lone15 has an oversized 4-leaf Clover in her hair for obvious reasons
>>136845 Woah, somebody really likes to lick writefag puss. This almost feels more like an insult to Placeholder and Lone; you barely mention anything positive about their work; while indirectly ripping on both of them with that comment about quality and quantity. I understand that wasn't your intent, but your preferences are made quite obvious.
>>136971 But I didn't mean to neglect them, just started rushing because I had to leave. Both of their greens are awesome, and I'm happy every time I get an update. The changeling hive arc was great (alt. ending got me legitimately angry [in a good way], fuck purple), and lone15 is really good with cliffhangers and cute stuff, esp. with little league. Sorry if I neglected you guys.
Also >>136815 is a better idea anyways, would rather see that
>>137034 Who are filly's friends? League is one for sure, Button would be down for arcade shiz, Aryanne depending on the writefag's canon, the CMC, tell me if I'm missing any.
>>137040 >you will never have a good-natured water balloon fight with pony friends who'd only be a little mad if they realized you were using cum-filled water balloons on them feels bad
>>137105 If you must know this was the file I really need to get used to not being able to delete files and go to refresh everytime i change my mind of posting something...
Alright fagets, I got more content! In the last update (>>136328), Anon and Twilight were on the way home from the Equestrian border. Anonymous told Twilight about the magic of machinery, and Twilight asked him to demonstrate it. Let's see what happened!
>Not too long later, you both are back in Ponyville >The rest of the trip is fairly uninteresting, all it was was just you thinking of what you could do to demonstrate your college knowledge of engineering stuff >What could you do with your limited surroundings and lack of knowledge on magical tools? >You're not sure >Maybe it would be a good idea to start with a simple generator? >That's not too bad of an idea, all you'd need is a fuckload of copper, a magnet and something to wrap the copper around and turn the magnet inside of it all >It would also show Twilight that you at least know how to do something with your limited surroundings >Yeah, that's where you're going to start! >So you decided to build a basic generator to create some amount of electric potential >If you had a light bulb or something, you could prove that it worked >Unfortunately, you don't >No testing for you >It's a shame too, testing is always a fun part of the necessary process >So then how are you going to prove it? >That's a problem you'll solve when you get to it >You two get back to the castle after a decent walk, it's nothing compared to the walk in the badlands to find that river >That's beside the point, though >Twilight opens the door for you and announces your return to Spike >"Spike, I'm back! I found Anon too!" >You both walk inside and are greeted by a purple dragon a few seconds later >"Welcome back! Twilight, I did everything you needed me to and I even touched up a few spots that were a bit dirty. Hi Anon!" "Hey Spike!" >"Where were you? Also, why did it take 3 days to find you?" "Sorry man, that's classified by the order of Twilight." >"She got lost and then fillynapped. It wasn't too hard to find her; I just had to do some research." >Oh, so Twilight's doing the fast thinking again? >Well, that just blows everything you just said into irrelevancy >"That sucks, I'm glad you made it back, though!" >Somebody missed you! >That's a feeling you haven't felt in a while "Thanks mate, what did I miss?" >"Not much, Twilight flipped out and did more studying than usual before running off to get you. Other than that, nothing." >Cool, you didn't miss anything important >That's good >Twilight breaks into the conversation here and tries to steer it back in the direction of getting you to her lab >"Spike, why don't you start getting dinner ready? Anon and I still need to go down to the lab and make sure she's okay." >"Okay, I hope you both don't mind pizza!" >With that, Spike leaves for the kitchen >Twilight also takes the lead on the way down to the lab, looking back to make sure you're following her >She leads you down the winding staircase leading to the massive doors holding the entrance to her secret room of science closed, opening it when you both are present >The massive metal doors silently slide open, revealing the massive sterile expanse behind it >Twilight's laboratory (queue Dexter's Lab theme) >All jokes aside, it's pretty cool that you get to actually do stuff here >Twilight leads you back to the section with all the parts and pieces of machinery organised in it and looks at you expectantly >"Can you do anything interesting with any of this?" "Not without tools, proper measurements, or my hands." >"If your body's an issue, I can fix that. I don't know what tools you'd need, though." "Neither do I, at least not without an idea of what I'm doing and some design to make sure I'm not about to kill myself with some mismatched wiring or something. However, I have an idea of something I can do as I am now. I need a lot of copper wire, a magnet, something circular with a hole in the middle, and a few other miscellaneous items that I'll mention when I need to." >"Then I'll go get that stuff, and you can figure out the precise measurements when you get it."
>You wait where you are while Twilight gathers an assortment of items that roughly matches what you asked for >It's not what you expected, but you can work with this >About 40 meters of copper wire on a mounted spool >Half your work's already done, that's pretty cool >A bar magnet, Nice >A box to hold it all in >A cup >Alright, some decent supplies to start with >You immediately tear into the spool, searching for both ends of it >Once you locate the end on the inside and the one on the outside, you work on getting them a decent distance from the rest of the spool >This is where you encounter another problem, though >You have nothing to hold the magnet or turn it with >Shit "I'm also going to need a crank and something to hold it up with from inside the spool. Can you get that for me while I try to set the rest of it up?" >"Sure, give me a second." >Twilight turns back to the massive wall of parts while you scan it yourself, looking for some way to demonstrate what you did >Eventually, you see it >A lightbulb! >As long as it's not too different from a regular bulb, then you should be able to demonstrate your crude generator quite nicely! "Can you also grab me that lightbulb over there? That'll be useful to demonstrate it." >Twilight looks back towards you with a response >"That's a magic bulb, are you sure it'll work?" "Does it work by routing magic through a metal filament from two metal connector points?" >"Well, yes. However, I'm not sure how it will react to... whatever it is you're doing." "You answered yes, that's all that matters. Give me the bulb, please." >Twilight complies and gives you the bulb, along with a host of other parts which you can assemble into what you need, as well as a roll of what looks and feels like electrical tape >Jam this long bit into this round thing, force it both into this hole... >Shove the magnet into one end of the long bit and some lever into the other end... >Take the thing with the hole and tape it to that plate... >Take those four sticks and make the spool stand on them... >Carefully orient it all to work together... >Finally, you take the lightbulb and what's left of the electrical tape and fasten both ends of the copper spool to it >You also make sure to keep one end on the bottom of the bulb and the other on the side, otherwise it won't work >Now, time to see if your homemade frankenstein's monster of a basic hand generator works >Wrapping your hoof around the makeshift crank holding the magnet, you begin to turn it to the best of your ability >You turn your head to look at the bulb as you continue to spin the magnet faster and faster, and you begin seeing a faint glimmer of light coming from it >It's working! >You turn and face Twilight, who seems somewhat disinterested in what's going on "Turn off the lights, you'll be able to see it better!" >She magics a switch somewhere, sending the laboratory into pitch darkness >You resume your task, despite the lack of light, and as you expected, the dim glow of the bulb is now much more visible >Twilight gets closer to the point that you can see her expression in the dim light, and it's a surprised and interested one >This inspires you to push your turning ability to its limits and make the magnet spin even faster >Your efforts are awarded by the light getting even brighter >Well, at least until the force you're putting on your assembly causes it all to quite literally unravel >The entire assembly holding the magnet flies apart with the magnet hitting you in the face and the base falling to the floor and if the resulting use of expletives is anything to judge by, hitting Twilight in the leg >The spool and bulb are unharmed, at least >Twilight magics the lights back on to inspect the damages, and nothing is damaged >You give yourself a quick inspection to see if everything's alright, and it mostly seems that way >However, you can't seem to feel your nose anymore >No, wait, there it is! >It's just unimaginably full of pain!
>Be Twilight >Anon just showed you a basic way to create electrical potential without using magic >It was pretty cool to watch, until he ended up breaking the whole thing >Part of it hit you, but you're pretty much fine >Anon on the other hoof, is currently laying on the floor screaming and holding his nose >You can also see some blood leaking out from between his hooves >Shit, this doesn't look good already >You need to stay calm though, otherwise this might get worse "Anon, I'm going to need you to calm down and let me see." >He quiets down and moves his hooves away, but continues whimpering just a bit >It's bad >His nose is facing a few degrees to the left and is leaking blood >Yeah, he's going to need to see a doctor >You can handle small issues, but a broken nose is beyond your abilities "Alright, I'm going to need to bring you to the hospital. It looks like you broke your nose, but it's going to be fine. I swear." >He nods weakly, letting himself be lifted gently on to your back as you teleport you both to the hospital
>>136289 Sorry for the short update, I got caught up watching nature documentaries and I have stuff to do tomorrow. "S-sure..." >"Aw. It gets easier after the first time." >Picking you up gently this time with her magic, she carries you into your room, setting you on the bed. >You squirm under the covers and close your eyes. >"What do you want me to read you?" "Mmph. Could you sing me a song?" >"Of course." >Twilight clears her throat and begins to hum a simple tune. >It's nothing like anything you've heard through your first childhood. >Though the humming is the primary method of sound-production, there seems to be a deeper vibato to the whole thing. >Based on the dim light you can feel behind your eyelids, she's probabably casting a spell of some kind. >You can feel yourself slipping before she even gets close to the end of the song. >Pulling the plush Celestia closer to you, you slip silently into dreamland. >... >"Clover? Can you hear me?" >Input action.
Sorry to that one Anon who wanted a song. I got halfway through one before I realized I fucked up the rhyme scheme and decided it was more trouble than it was worth.
"Wait, didn't I technically do the same shit as him? I mean, we both stole a kiss from you."
Blossom giggles into one of her hooves.
>"He has two girlfriends and a massive ego. There's a difference between someone who wants to increase the size of his harem and someone who literally hasn't experienced love at all and doesn't know how to get it. But seriously though, why can't Thunderlane be happy with what he's got? Really, TWO girlfriends. TWO!"
"Lack of confidence maybe?"
>"Lack of intelligence, more like. You know, I can say a lot of things about you, Anon. But the one thing I can't call you is an idiot. Nor can I say that about Twilight. Honestly, I'm kind of glad you two rolled into town. Not that I haven't been able to sort of make a home here before you came, but I guess... it never really felt like home. It's hard to relate to a bunch of ponies once the magic wears off and you have to get used to manipulating everything with hooves and get a job and everything. But you two, you're like family, you know?"
"Maybe... none of us are blood related though."
>"That's not all family's about, you know. It's about the connection and understanding you have together. We're among the few ponies in Equestria who actually know anything about Earth or being human."
"I guess. Not sure if I'd call all of the ex-human ponies family though. Like Fizzlepop, who's apparently plotting with the changelings or something. Or at least that's what my vision told me."
>"Yeah, well, I'm not taking into account the ponies I haven't met yet. Just you, me, and Twilight. Speaking of, if Twilight's our 'mom', should I consider you like my brother or my sister?"
>>137353 >>137459 Damn, beat me to it Was also going to fix the missing filly body, but then decided to colour a table on the bottom line, then I decided to add twi's castle walls for the bg and now I m wondering what i m doing with my life...
"Eh, whatever works for you will be fine. I don't have too much of an attachment to being a filly, but I can't deny that it's what I biologically am right now."
>"Then a brother it is. No offense, but you don't strike me as very girly."
"None taken. I don't suppose I could be a secret lover brother, could I?"
She giggles again.
>"You're funny, but no. Although I do still need to help you with that girlfriend thing. Don't know if things are still possible with Cheerilee, but I should at least apologize to her later on so I don't burn bridges for both of us."
"I guess she must be straight to have that sort of reaction. I don't suppose she'd buy the 'I used to be a man' argument, would she?"
>"Probably not. Plus Twilight doesn't want us going around telling ponies who we are. Not that it would do anything anyways. Outside of complete weirdos, no one's gonna believe it's anything but a child making up stories."
"Rats."
>"We'll find someone for you. It's just gonna take a bit more time. It also probably shouldn't involve me pulling tricks on ponies to make it work. Fuck, I'm actually starting to feel a little bit bad. I don't suppose you've got a type, do you? Might make scoping out a girlfriend for you easier."
>>137518 but what if the only way to become irl filly IS to die? and the reason that there's no filly and lots of sad faggots is because people are still hoping for filly, but there's no filly because they're still living because of that hope?
>>137521 A filly who is cute and perky and fun loving. One who can stand how abrasive I can be would also be best. A bright coat and two color mane are also nice. A pegasus would be interesting to be with as well to see what those wings can do. [1d100 = 83]
If I'm going to update tonight, I need more replies than a joke. While I could technically work with what I have now, I don't feel like it's going to lend itself well to the serious tone of the scene I have planned. Take my artificial dubs.
Oh boy, is it time to go down the list of background pegasi that aren't Blossomforth that could be made to match that description? If you hadn't insisted on a two color mane, I might've just decided to give you Surprise.
>>137531 I'm not sure what to suggest as an action. I don't even know if we are asleep or not, or who is talking to us. So... open your eyes and find out? There's not much to go on here.
"Hmmm... she should be cute, perky, and fun loving, and she should be able to put up with my general... abrasiveness I guess."
>"Goes without saying. I hope you're not trying to steal Pinkie Pie away from me."
"Nah, make her have a bright coat and a two color mane too. Oh, and make her a pegasus."
You wonder if she's going to catch the fact that you just described her.
>"Hmm... I guess we're going to have to take a trip to Cloudsdale? I think I saw a rather cute filly there matching your description. Never stuck around in that town for very long, but she definitely gave me some lesbian vibes."
So much for getting Blossom to take a hint.
"Did you know her name by chance?"
>"Angel Wings."
"Sounds cute. I think I might like to pay a visit to Cloudsdale anyways. Once Twilight can get that flight spell working."
>"Well I hope she finishes that up soon. It might be nice to go flying with you two."
"Well, if Twilight's flight spell works like it did in the show, I'm gonna have to make sure not to pull an Icarus."
>"Icarus?"
"Guy tries to get off an island with his dad with some wings they made out of wax. Ignores his dad's warnings not to fly too close to the sun. Wax melts, he crashes into the sea and dies. The show made an homage to it with Rarity."
>"Oh right, that. Yeah, hopefully Twilight does some better testing so the wings won't get destroyed by sunlight. I'd like to think our Twilight's a bit smarter than the show's."
"Well, she's at least more of a smartass."
>"All too true."
She sighs.
>"I think I'm gonna need to go apologize to Cheerilee now. You wanna come? It might be easier if we both do it together."
>>137324 Long day, I just want to sleep right now. This update is nothing to sneeze at, but I owe something to you all for your support. "New body who dis?" >"Okay, good. Look, I don't have much time. One of the two of them can be trusted, the other one can't. Though they desire the same thing, their motives are different." "Sweetie? Is that you?" >"Yes, but that's hardly important. My time is so limited already." "What did you come to tell me?" >"The balls. Watch the balls carefully, Clover." >The dream fades into emptiness as you shoot upright in your bed, sheets soaked with sweat. >It's late in the night and you're incredibly tired, but you doubt you'll get any sleep after that surreal experience. >Not wanting to get out of bed, you whimper for a few minutes with the covers over your head before deciding to crack back into Moon. >Pushing the sheets aside to help cool yourself down, you dive back into the tale with blurry eyes. >"I assume the solar-entrapment spells are going-" >A loud thump can be heard from somewhere in the castle. >Oh no. >Input action.
>>137620 hide under your bed if you can fit, otherwise pretend to be asleep and hope that whatever it is isn't malicious, after you, or both. [1d100 = 28]
The fact that I don't even blink anymore at reading phrases like "his vagina" and "her penis" suggests we definitely have something wrong with our society.
Really short update today because I'm still feeling a bit fucked in the head and really tired. I'll definitely have a better update out tomorrow, but I've been feeling bad about the repetitive excuses I've been making and you all don't deserve excuses. Here's what I have for today, and the previous post was >>137291 where Twilight was taking Anon to the hospital for a broken nose.
>Not wasting any time waiting for the flash to fade from your eyes, you walk up to the front desk of the hospital "Excuse me, but Anonymous here needs medical attention." >The nurse looks up from some papers on her desk to see the extent of the damage >"Alright, let me see." >You turn to the side, giving her a good view of the green filly sitting on your back >Anon's still holding his nose, but at least he's stopped screaming >"Alright sweetie, I'm going to need you to let me see." >She's using a calming voice that seems to have an effect on Anonymous >With minimal persuasion, he lets her see the injured area >From your perspective at least, it looks like the bleeding's stopped >After the nurse has seen everything she needs to, she turns back to you >"Do you know what happened to cause this injury?" >You can't exactly tell the truth here >Well, not the whole truth >So let's try a slight modification of it! "She made something that she showed me, and when it broke, a particularly large part of it hit her in the face." >The nurse sighs and walks towards a door nearby >"Wait here, I'll get the doctor." >She leaves through the door and you bring Anon over to some chairs nearby >you set him down first before taking the chair next to him, now waiting in silence >Silence is boring, and besides >You feel kinda bad for what happened, even though it was pretty much not your fault "How are you holding up?" >He shifts in the chair a bit, trying to find a way to make himself more comfortable while being careful to not accidentally do anything to his nose in the process >"I'b fide, bud id hurds breddy bad ad I cand breathe doo well." "Well, I'm glad that you're staying strong despite this." >"Id's no broblem, I'b breddy resisdand to bain even for huban sdandards." >The silence returns for about a minute before the doctor comes out to call Anonymous in >"Anonymous, We're ready to see you." >You turn to him and ask him a final question "Do you want me to come in with you or can you handle it yourself?" >"I thing I god id." "Alright, I'll be waiting for you here." >With that, Anon follows the doctor into the depths of the hospital
>Be Anonymous >That magnet broke your nose, and now you're at the hospital to get it fixed >At least this isn't the first time you've broken something >Then again, it's been a long time since middle school and breaking a finger is very different to breaking your nose >That's not even counting the fact that human medicine and pony medicine are probably different >The doctor does all the standard stuff that doctors do with patients of your age, taking your height, weight, etc. >Just as you suspected, you aren't that tall and you aren't that heavy >You're just another filly >After all that, you're finally taken back to a room where the procedure will take place >"You're being remarkably brave for a filly your age, and I'm going to need you to keep doing that for just a bit longer. I'm going to get a specialist to set your nose back in place, and then the worst part will be over." >You nod, and the doctor leaves again for a short time >When he returns, he brings with him a unicorn in similar medical attire >"Hello Anonymous, I understand you have a broken nose?" "Yeah, bud I bed you can dell already." >"Yeah, I'm pretty sorry that you have to be going through this right now. If you hold still, I'll have you back to at least looking normal at the count of 3. One-" >As soon as the word leaves his mouth, you immediately feel magic around your face and a new surge of pain as your nose is brought back to the proper place on your face >You immediately start screaming again, but at least you don't have to stop to breathe now! >As soon as you quiet back down, you realize that the specialist left the room and the doctor applied a bandage to help hold it in place and keep some of the blood off you >"That wasn't so bad, was it?" >It wasn't, but it still hurt like a bitch "I guess not. Does this mean I get a lollipop?" >"Yes it does, the nurse will give it to you when you get back out to the waiting room." >After all the explanations about how to care for your nose and how long the healing will take, the doctor lets you head back out to Twilight >2-3 weeks is what he said, as long as you don't mess it up >After that, it's all kind of a blur because of the adrenaline wearing off >You remember the lollipop, Twilight asking some things, and getting back to the castle >Not much else, though >As soon as you get back, you immediately head for your room >You then flop down on top of your bed (being careful of your face), and begin drifting off almost immediately >. . .
>>137614 Do the cm joke from here >>137612 and follow, boop cheeries as apology [1d100 = 32]
>>137620 This >>137622 but if you dont fit on your bed then try and find out what was that sound You re no filly, well you kinda are, but you re not scared, perhaps a tiny bit, but most importantly dont panic like your sudden heavy breathing may imply that you re just about to only because you couldnt hide [1d100 = 82]
>As I walked through the town, I was starting to get the building feeling that maybe going out wasn't the best idea. >A feeling that left a nervous, burning knot in my stomach. >Left and right, amidst the atmosphere, screaming odd, autistic things. >Such as "Give me tendies." or "Ooga Booga, where all da' mares at.". >And much more. All of which made me cringe with a grimace plastered on my face. >I hoped it would turn out better, with some sort of civility and organization amongst us all. But I suppose that hope was all in vain. >During the chaos the other fillies and Anon's we're creating, the Mane 6 was out and about, grabbing and nabbing all types of foals and humans. >Draggin them all to the town's hospital. >Seems they've made that their choice of a makeshift prison. >Seeing as it was enveloped in a purple dome, that could only be assumed to be controlled by Twilight. "Maybe I should try to help organize all this chaos. Might look better for us, if I try." >In the distance, you can hear a cry made by an Anon that was almost certainly directed at me. >"If you think a bite is going to stop me. You got another thing lovin'." >Snapping my head back, I see that freaky, lovey-dovey Anon again. >Shit shit shit shit. >He was barreling at me at full speed while he had a creepy grin and glint in his eye. >Rape.exe >Immedately faced with capture again, I book it through the crowd of fillies, Anons, and confused townsfolk. >"I'm not gonna stop till you feel loved." >FUCKING HELL. Doesn't that man know how to read sarcasm? >Trying my best I weave back and forth the crowd, hoping to lose him, as I made my way towards the hospital. "Huff....Puff, this body wasn't, huff... made...puff...for speed...puff, or endurance." >Just as I hope to be in the clear, I turn my head back to see all hope drain from me. >The smile, that fucking smile. >Was directly behind me. >HE WAS REACHING OUT FOR MY TAIL. >No, no, no, no. >I thought I was going to scream in fear before all the air in my chest was shoved outta me as I was nabbed by a cyan-blue figure. >"Gottcha' you little troublemaker!" >Looking down, I saw I was quickly ascending judging from the rapidly fleeting ground and my dangling backside. >As the terrain was fleeing, I managed to catch of glimpse of the Anon who looked shocked at the interception. >He still held out his hand in front of himself, yet ready to pick me, before he let it down in defeat as he watched me disappear. >Looking up at my new captor, I see the focused yet efficient, Rainbow Dash making a...well....dash, towards my destination. >The hospital. >Hopefully when everyone was captured, and all was settled, I could try to calm the situation down. >though the question as to how was still banging around in my mind. >Hopefully that'll be figured out soon.
>>137741 I bet he's gonna make it into a horror where Twiggy plays a game where all the Anons and Fillies have 24 hours to kill off all the other Anons and Fillies, at which point she enters the hospital and starts picking off Anon and Filly pairs one by one until there's only one Anon and one Filly left. God I hope it becomes that.
>>137751 Of course I know, but there was never any real response to the meme, and to demonstrate that I know, the first instance was posted in response to the other australian's stupid suggestion in Reuben's story, I think anyway.
Pooh wants to die on day p=c-1 where c is the day Christopher Robin dies.
Christopher Robin wants to die on day c'=p-1=c-2, or 2 days before he dies.
Pooh suggests that by applying this recursively, they should both die immediately. In reality, they cannot both die on the day they wish to, no matter what. It's a paradox. Best to just live.
>>137803 y-you too hell yeah, bird fillies best fillies just sad there's not a single lewd bird filly pic that ISN'T an edit aside from the easter pic, but im not so sure about it
>are twilot >hard life as princess is hard >stress is madd crazy >need to think of a way to improve lyf >c0m up wit h master plan; >if you have a filly you have a excuse >you pull a wizardry and forcibly rip a faggot from another universe >As it arrives you magic it into a shape of a green filly >Your masterpeace, we shall call it Anon >Anonfilly is now living in equestria for the resst if its life >sucks for him maybe >you ofcorse do your best to make it better for it >she's always askin to succ your teats >what kind of mother would deny that? >a filly lost in life needs a mother to look up to >includesing teats to succ up too >It is the duty >However you need things in return >filly is to act as a needy little faggot so twilit can avoid governmental work on account of a needy little faggot needin attention >in reality yoou just like the snuggles >you snuggle with it for hours and hours as it is a valid excuse for the cunntbags in canterrlottt >cunts >as in IQ and in emotional thing >Bitches never had puss so they compensat with politicil power >but this is a storu about anonfilly! >filly is indeed a attached t you
>y are filyl >Purple is doing a thing with the mayor again >That creep (mayir, not tiwlit) always scared you and the only thing that makes this entire thing worth it is icecream purple bribes you with >She alway s iscecream when you dont want do do it >being a filly you find it absolutelu impossible to disagree witha that logic >which ofcoruse opens up limitless opportunities for purple >she's used your presence to many things! >you would hate twilit for life if it were not for her irresistible ice cream >shit's almost like it¨s enchanted >wait a fucking goddamn second >english languege dose not have enough word to express the supreme disappointment at purple behaviour >cunt's manipulating not only us but literally everubodyu else involved in her fucked up life >can¨t believe shes done this >you go to punch the in her face >she grabs your measly hoof in her magic >pathetic force meets immovable object >she throws you up on the wall >and keeps you there as she walks up to you >she licks your preteen puss> >"o ya thats the shitt xD" >you REEEEEEEEEEE at the top of your lungs >To which the purple menace responds with wicked magic >She restrains all four of your hooves >as she moves up to your vulnerable form >she gives your wet wet pussy a notha long lick >" I suppose you like bein raped again hahaha!!" >maybe >fuck that faggott bitch anyway >so what if you like it dos not mean you can prove her right! >fuckin purple NIGGER >so you continue REEEEEEEEEEE >She seems to hesitate for a moment >so you try to kick with your hoof as much as you can >twilight stops to take a good look at you >she just sits there for a moment as you look into her eyes which betray no emotion >finally the silence is broken for the better or worse >"no escape" >rape >end xd
Alright, I'm not feeling as ded as I was yesterday and I was able to make a pretty good update for you all today. Where we left off in >>137628, Anon and Twilight got back from the hospital and Anonymous went to sleep immediately. Let's see what unforeseen side effects his injury might have!
>Your dream environment isn't a consistent one >At first, you notice only the general environment >It seems to be a larger, more maze-like version of Twilight's castle >However, there's something else >There's a slight fog over the entire place that redshifts near the periphery of your vision >Also, the environment seems to change slightly every minute or so accompanied by a small burst of pain >You don't need very much time to figure out what's going on to cause this >You only hope that your habit of sleeping on your stomach isn't going to bite you on the ass (more like it'll bite you on the nose, though) >Also, you make a mental note to ask Twilight for some pain meds >You're not sure how to deal with the pain right now, but maybe Luna will have some ideas? >Maybe, just maybe >In the meantime, do you have any ideas yourself? >Maybe dream pain meds will work >You close your eyes and concentrate for a significantly longer time than usual since flares of pain keep breaking it up >After you're fed up with getting interrupted, you open your eyes and see what you've done >A fuzzy table sits before you, holding an equally fuzzy set of pills and a cup of water >It all flickers intermittently along with the flashes of pain, but hopefully that won't be a problem for long >You pick up the pills and water and take them together, waiting patiently for the result >You wait for a few seconds, only to find that nothing's happened >Fuck >Well, you tried >You let go of the table and the glass, letting them fade back into the warped background of your dream >Seeing nothing else to do in your current state, you sit down on a nearby chair and wait for Luna >After a few more minutes, she indeed arrives >In a flash of bright blue light, the princess of the moon enters your dream >She's immediately caught off guard by the environment though, and takes a few seconds to look around the dream before returning her attention to you >"Good evening, Anonymous, has something happened? I've only ever seen this in ponies who were hurt somehow." >Absolutely correct, something has happened "Yeah, I broke my nose today and I'm a bit worried that I fell asleep with my face in a pillow. Other than that, I'm pretty okay." >"I'm terribly sorry to hear that, how did it happen?" "Well, Twilight and I got into a conversation about engineering. She asked me to build something to demonstrate part of humanity's knowledge on the subject, and the thing that I built fell apart with a particularly heavy piece hitting me in the face." >Luna visibly winces when she hears the last sentence "I was hoping that you might be able to help me figure out a way to stop me from feeling the pain here too, is that something that we can do?" >She moves to your side and puts a hoof on your shoulder before saying anything else >"Unfortunately, I don't think any of the methods I have of dulling pain subconsciously will work on you. Your mind is too strong to be convinced that this is anything other than a dream, and so nothing that can happen here will ultimately help." >Double fuck >You sigh and rub your eyes, half hoping that the action might clear up some of the fog or the redness >No dice "Oh well, any ideas on how I can learn to ignore it faster?" >Luna sits down in another chair nearby that you can still just barely see through the fog and starts thinking >After a few seconds, she comes to an idea >"This may sound counterproductive, but try focusing directly on it. Maybe by forcing yourself to feel it at it's worst, you will notice it even less when you stop focusing?" >That sounds stupid >That sounds so stupid that it just might work >Like, on the levels of your idea to hide in the oven or the fridge back at Emerald's house >Fuck it, it's worth a shot
>You close your eyes and do nothing but focus on your nose, feeling the waves of pain as they come and trying to brace your mind against it >You keep doing this for as long as you can, but it's not exactly the easiest of things to keep your focus on >It's like staring at the sun, if that makes any sense at all >Regardless, you instantly notice what seems to be an improvement in your perception of the environment and the apparent red tint of everything >You can now see the entirety of the room you're in, for one >It looks like an expanded version of your own room >Luna seems to notice this as well, and looks around to see details that were previously obscured >You also don't feel it nearly as much whenever pain comes "Hey, it worked! Thanks for the idea, now I think I can actually do other stuff here!" >"It's no problem, now I know a way to help others like you too!" >Now all that's left for you to do is to test that you actually can use your dream powers >You close your eyes and focus on summoning a table >Nothing too complex, just a wooden table >When you open your eyes, you see the table before you >There's not as much detail as you would've hoped, but it's a lot better than that other table that kept trying to fade out of existence >Cool, everything works again! "Alright, now that I've field-tested everything I need to, would you like to do something more fun than help me get over the pain of a broken nose?" >You stand up and offer your hand to Luna, which she accepts and stands up too >"That sounds wonderful!" >You two spend the rest of the dream doing actually fun stuff and exploring the entire building, facing only a couple of minor issues when you need to reset your tolerance of the pain to workable levels >. . . >You wake up to find that you had been sleeping face-down >On the bright side, you didn't have your face directly into the pillow and instead had your chin resting on it >also, the pain seems to have carried over from the dream in the form of a dull, throbbing ache >At least this is more manageable than what you were dealing with in your dream >Time to go find Twilight and see what she can do for you right now, then >Wait, what time even is it? >You weren't woken up by your alarm, even though you can see your phone next to you on your bedside table >You quickly check to see that you woke up a few minutes early >Cool, you've never done that back home! >All things aside, you first wait for your alarm to go off before going to find Twilight >After some searching, you find her in her room >Not wanting to disturb her with whatever she's doing at her desk, you stand in the doorway and ask your question "Hey, Twilight? Do you know where I could find any pain meds?" >She looks up from her papers and towards you >"Does it really hurt that bad?" "Well, not right now. It was pretty distracting when I was sleeping, though." >"Alright, then I'll go get some for you while you're at school. Also, remember to not tell anypony about what happened while you weren't here. I can't stress enough about that, foals don't need to be paranoid about their friends being changelings." "Got it. Any other important announcements while I'm here?" >"Not that I can think of." "Alright, I'll see you after school then." >Twilight returns to her work and you go off to do your morning routine with some minor adjustments to account for your new injury and soon enough, you're ready for school >When you go down to the kitchen to get some food before you leave, you find some pizza left over >Oh yeah, Spike said something about making pizza yesterday >There are a few pieces left for you which you gladly take and eat, seeing as how the last food you had was your breakfast yesterday >After you finish off the pizza and steal a carrot for later snacking, you go off to grab your stuff >You head back up to your room and get your bag, checking to make sure that the work you did on the train yesterday is in there >It is, that's good >You slip your bag on and put your phone in there with everything else, and make your way to school >When you step outside, you see a few flowers blooming >You bend down and try to smell them, but you find that you can't >All you can smell is just a slight bit of iron from the dried blood still in your nose >At least your bandage is a clean one, making the iron smell much less overpowering >Slightly more disappointed than you were before, you continue off to school to get on with a day that's probably going to be much more boring than the last few days
>how did it come to this >before, you were just a lonely autist, but now you're a mass murderer in a shootout with the FBI >you slump back behind the counter of the small gas station where you're making your last stand and draw in a shuddering breath >the acrid smell of gunpowder asaults your nostrils as you slide your only remaining magazine into your pistol >ten shots, but you only need to make one more kill >one hundred human souls was the price the demon had set >one hundred lives seemed like a fair price to finally get to be the filly >Suddenly you hear a crash as ceiling tiles rain down around you >Fuck they must've found a way in through the roof >You raise your weapon to defend yourself but by then the agent has already fired his weapon and hit you square in the chest three times >The gun drops from your hands as you feel your life slipping away >Your killer stands and watches you bleed out, his face a mask of disgust and loathing "You're gonna burn for what you did you sick fuck. Why? Why did you kill all those people?" >His words seem to come from miles away as the blackness reaches up to take you >With your last ounce of strength, you clear the blood from your throat and give him your answer. "I just wanted... To be the filly..." >Your vision fades, and you feel your consciousness slip into oblivion
>>137884 >letting some demon manipulate you into performing mass murder >not just doing it for the glory of Khorne Commissar Kharn would like a word with you.
First pic/panel, a pegafilly and an erf filly licking a unicorn filly horn
Second pic/panel, pegafilly being preened by erf filly and unicorn filly, unicorn bitting the edge of the wing and erf filly working with the undersside of the other
Third pic/panel: Erf filly having her thicc butt rubbed with pegafilly wings and watching and biting her lower lips (unicorn can be doing something else, i just dont got a better idea atm)
>>137899 For the third pic you could have pegafilly holding erf filly's thicc rump with her wings while unicorn filly prepares to thrust her horn into it (or a dildo being levitated by her magic)
"Might as well get this over with. I'm getting the friend zone either way."
>"That's the spirit!"
You follow Blossom over to Cheerilee, who is dancing with her sister, looking like she's trying to forget the world. As you approach, Cherry Blossom glares at you.
<<<"What do you two want? Haven't you hurt her enough?"
"I wanted to apologize. What I did was selfish and... I really didn't want to hurt your feelings. Cheers... I do have a crush on you. You're probably the cutest filly in school, and I say this in spite of the fact that we both have a friend who is obsessed with her appearances."
You motion with your hoof over to Rarity, which for once, manages to get a slight giggle out of Cheerilee. At least she was capable of expression some sort of emotion for once.
"But if you're not interested in me, I'll understand. I still do want to have you as a friend though. Because let's be honest, you're a pretty cool pony, and this is a very small town."
Cheerilee places a hoof on your shoulder and pulls you in for a hug.
<"Apology accepted. Sorry if I can't give you what you want. I'm more into colts."
If only she could know what you really were.
<<<"Alright, I can't hold a grudge against you forever. Don't pull anything like that again though. I don't take kindly to anypony hurting my sister like that, you hear me?"
>"Well then, this is probably the worst time to let you two know that this was actually all my idea."
<<<"Seriously Blossom?"
>"I wanted to help Anon get his first kiss. So we made a plan to use Truth or Dare to do it."
<"Did you just call Anon a he?"
>"Shit. First Twilight, now me? You have got to be the most butch lesbian ever if ponies can't even call you she all the time."
Nice save... not.
"Wait, when did Twilight call me he?"
>"A week ago. When she was pretending to not be drinking a bloody mary in front of Cadance."
>>137921 Whether we do or do not is irrelevant, I don't want anypony screaming down my throat for one of you getting drunk here. That being said, if we DID have booze, it would be in (booze location). [1d100 = 40]
How do you deal with bad fillies who do drugs and are on a path to ruining their lives but they can't see it and it hurts you how much they're hurting themselves?
>>137941 >Join filly on her 'shrooms >She keeps saying this thing is nothing like the shit you got on earth >Turns out she s right >Have a fun time being high with filly >Die of poisoning, because unlike those horses Anon has no magic resistance >Filly refuses to ever do drugs again because of that
>>137875 Well then we need to establish what it is
Are we writing ourselves? I think it's a bad idea, self-inserts suck and it'll basically become roleplay. So are we writing individual fillies? I'd actually prefer writing Twilight, I liked her perspective on the situation and dealing with the anarchy.
I dunno, I just wanted to write a oneshot, but then again, that's how my green started...
>So the Anons and fillies went to Twilight's castle, and were then corralled into the hospital, which is surrounded by a massive bubble is what we have so far.
>>137954 >later that day, a green filly shows up at the edge of town >keeps ranting about humans and that she's not actually a filly >drug tests came back positive, poor thing must have been living in the woods and ate some poisonous mushrooms by mistake >"Don't worry, sweetie, we'll make sure we find a good home for you"
>>138025 That pretty much sums up the plot so far. But yes, the idea of using Twilight's (or more) POV instead of ours is best to prevent the aformentioned issues.
The starting green that potrayed our POV was mostly to establish chartacter.
I dunno, the idea of a collabrative green seems like an interesting idea to me.
~Dum-du-du-de-dum dum-dum-dum-duuuuum~ *Audience claps and stomps their hooves*
"Hello! And welcome back to "Who Wants to be a Filly?" the pop quiz program in which the contestants can win the one-of-a-kind prize to be transformed into a filly. I'm your host Princess Twilight Sparkle. Tonight we have with us, Mr. Anon, who is a doctor in autism. He graduated from Fag-university at the young age of fifty. It's an honor to have you here doctor."
"The honor is all mine, Princess."
>You, Anon stood at a crystal table which surface was flat and black, it could probably be used as a display. Facing you, stood Twilight, who also stood at the exact kind of table. Up in the air behind you were, what you assumed to be a big flat screen, framed in crystal. You assumed that since the text, "Who Wants to be a Filly?" were bunching around inside its edges. >Really Twi? >You were in an assembly hall were the chairs in the rows futher back were standing higher than previous ones.
"Now, Anon. You have tree life-lines, you can only use these actions once. They are the following: Call a friend or in your case someone else, fifty-fifty, wwhich means we will remove two of the four alternatives that are wrong."
>Before you were able to ask her why removing two alternatives from four that were all wrong would matter she beated you to the punch.
"That is, we ask you a question and you have four alternatives to chose from and when you take the fifty-fifty life-line, we remove two alternatives that are wrong. You pedantic autist." Twi winked at you.
"The last life-line is to skip a question asked and move on to the next one. As usual you can stop whenever you want and take what you have won so far and leave. However, if you answer something wrong three times you will have to leave without anything no matter how many questions you have answered correctly. The questions gets harder and harder but the prizes you win per each question increase in value and if you managed till the last and answer it correctly, you will win the exclusive right to be turned into a filly and get adopted by yours truly. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good, then for the right to pet a pony once, here is you question."
What question should he get and which alternatives to that question?
>>135175 → >You spend the walk to the carrotdog stand finishing your drinks and quoting movies. >"Anon, don't be jealous just because I've been chatting online with babes, all day." "What a wonderful story, filly." >She giggles right beside your ear. >That sweet, heavenly giggle of hers. >Every shitty joke, every embarrassing thing you've ever done for her. >It's all worth it just to hear that. >You can help but run the hand you're holding her rump with, slightly kneading and petting her flanks gently. >A soft, cute sigh escapes her, and nothing else needs to be said. >She wraps her forelegs tighter and rubs your back with a hoof. >You can also hear her sipping her chocolate milk. >But before you can get lost in your mind enjoying her presence, you show up at the carrot dog place, the tent before you with a big "CLOSED" sign on it and all the tables around it empty. >You stop and put her on the seat of one of them. >She places the chocolate milk down, glances around her as her ears quickly droop. >Then her gaze moves over to the sign, and her ears pin against her head. >She looks up at you with the most heart wrenching pout you've ever seen. >"I-I, it's not o-open?" >You get on one knee, now eye level with her simultaneously adorable and fucking sad as hell expression. >Her eyes water slightly, and you respond with a tender ear rub. >She calms down a little, then you cup her cheek, watching her lean into your hand and hold it with a hoof. >Then you give her a small kiss on the snoot. "Oh ye of little faith, come here." >You pick her up again, refusing to have those cute little hooves of hers even come close to touching the ground, and walk her the two feet towards the tent. >You knock on the sign with a knuckle. >There's some silence, until finally the sign's moved, and the tent flap's pushed out of the way. >Immediately you're both hit with the scent of those lovely carrotdogs, and the shop owner greets you with a smile. >"Well hey Anon, you're a little late, but that just gave me time to make some more dogs! Hope you two've got a big appetite!" >"Hell yeah I do!" >He chuckles, clearly not knowing what hell even is. >"Well then little missy, what can I getcha?" >She turns and looks at you for a approval. "Anything." >"A-anything?" >"Yep, anything you want, as many times as you want!" >You see her pupils widen again, and she turns back to the stallion. >Though you could've sworn you saw a little something else in that split second... >"I-I, c-could I get a footlong carrotdog, w-with everything?" >"Just one?" >"I can have TWO?" >"You can have THREE!" >She squeaks, and you both can't help but find her excitement amusing. >"Alright, three it is, and you, Anon?" "Same thing, if you will." >"Good choice, it'll be ready in five minutes tops!" >You give him a friendly nod and a smile, then head on back to sit at the table. >But instead of sitting on her own, she plants that little filly rump on your lap and faces you. >With her eyes sparkling, she hugs your neck and bounces a little. >"Oh my god Anon, y-you don't understand, you just don't GET how MUCH I LOVE YOU RIGHT NOW!" >You can't help but keep a smile on, but the way she bounced on you... >Oh my fuck. >At least the carrotdog scent overpowered your little session, too. >She hugs herself closer, wrapping her hindlegs around your waist and resting her head on your shoulder again. >Then she grinds you around in a circle. >"When we get home, Anon, you are going to fucking fill me until I pass out or can't take anymore." >You glance around yourself, just to make sure that no random bystander pony just heard that. >Her voice lowers. >"I'm so going to milk you dry~" >Jesus, there goes your heart. >And your dick.
>>138088 "W-we still have one more stop after this, alright?" >Her ears droop a little. "Trust me, you're gonna love it." >Well, you hope she does. >You really, REALLY doubt she won't. >But there's always that thought... >Blush still on her face, she pulls away and presses her muzzle against your nose. >"I'll love anywhere as long as you're there, too." >She gives you a kiss. >"-SIX CARROTDOG FOOTLONGS ORDER UP-" >You jump and fall off of the damn chair, filly's fall being broken by your chest. >And even though it hurts, you can't say you're not a fan of this position you're in. >Also good thing the guy never sticks his head out when putting orders out. >You're left looking up at her, that long mane of hers blocking out the sun so you can only see what's important. >That blush of hers deepens, and you find your hands rubbing down to her flanks... >You have to fight through it, and pick yourself up with her in tow. >Yeah, your heart's on overdrive now. >You place her on the seat, and she just stands there until you get back with the six carrot dogs. >By the time you grab them, you see the guy's already in there just napping with his hat on his head, practically surrounded by carrotdogs. >Well, that's a relief. >The second you sit down, filly hops on your lap again and sits down. >Then you realize why she just stood there until you got back. >She is sopping wet. >Like, you can already feel it bleeding through your clothes. >Her tail flicks out, and it wraps around your side. >She presses her thighs together and presses her back against you, looking up at you. >"F-forget what I said earlier. I c-can't wait until later..." >You glance around yourself again. >Empty. >Oh man, your heart's racing extra hard right now. >Are you really gonna do this? >She grabs one of the footlongs in her hooves, and puts a big portion of it in her mouth. >Looking up at you, you watch as she swirls her tongue around it, making these messy slurping noises. >Then she gently grinds her rump against you again. >Oh yeah, you're definitely doing this. >Your hands start from her sides, slowly moving down to her perfect, curvy rump. >Jesus Christ, how did you get so lucky here? >How did you manage to get literally the best waifu you ever could've asked for? >Running over her Cutie Marks, you gently squeeze and knead as she takes them for a ride, guiding your hands in a circle over your lap. >She finally takes a bite of the carrotdog, then spins around in the position she was in last time, facing you, hugging your waist and your neck. >And she brings you in for a kiss immediately. >You're met with her tongue, and that piece of carrot dog she just bit off. >Thankfully it's not all chewed up mush, but you don't think you'd care at this point anyways. >God, what a kinky filly. >Exactly what you meant by those surprises. >You swish your tongues around each other for a moment, savoring the taste of her, and all the condiments that came along with the foot long. >Then she breaks away, leaving the main piece of carrot in your mouth. >"U-unzip that dick, y-you fag."
>>138089 >You can't comply any quicker, moving your hands down to your fly and letting the dick free from his prisons, hard as fucking titanium- fuck diamonds. >She wastes no time, bringing her hips up and using your shoulders to gently lower herself onto you. >You slide right into her tight confines like butter, a very satisfying *schllck* sound following all the way down. >Hands already on your sides, you can't help but go for her hooves nearby. >You massage her legs tenderly, as she pulls you back in to a kiss. >They find their way down to her frogs, and you relish the softness of them while you rub. >You both fight over the carrot in your mouths, trying to take and keep it from the other. >On top of her own sweet flavor, the condiments and sauces of the carrot dog makes things more interesting. >She moans into your mouth as she pulls herself up, starting a slow rhythm bobbing her hips on you. >*schllck, schllck, schllck* >Fucking music to your ears. >After a final rubdown of her hooves, you move on over to her rump, placing a hand on her lower back, then the other moving further south. >You find her dock, and start rubbing it with your free hand, feeling her tail lift higher in response. >She moans into your mouth, and your fingers work their magic, pressing the top and bottom and stroking it gently. >"Hmmph, mmm~" >Once you're satisfied with your work, you move lower towards her perky little ponut, sliding your middle finger in where your lower half was earlier. >"Ahhmmm!" >You silence each other with the kiss, knowing that the pony in charge of your food is just a few feet away to hear. >But as you find out, that just makes it hotter. >You move your finger in and out of her gently, feeling her tight little thing clenching on to you the whole way through. >It's a miracle how you're even able to enter her, being this tight. >But, well she is YOUR perfect waifu, why wouldn't you be the perfect fit? >Her hind legs lazily bob with her movements, which are getting slower as her panting grows louder. >So you decide to take matters into your own hands. >Literally. >Switching to your index finger, you use the rest of your fingers to hold one side of her plump rump. >And naturally, your hand finds the other. >And you use both to keep the slow, steady rhythm going, though bringing her up higher to take more of you with every bob. >She gasps in your mouth and moans, relinquishing control of the carrot dog as her tongue moves slowly, mind clearly absorbed in bliss. >Her panting grows heavier, and as her thighs press against yours for just the third time, she tightens up with a gasp. >So you speed it up, feeling her cum all over you, tensing up as you pound her into mush. >"AHH, HMM, MMM!" >Her tongue lolls out into your own, and her ears fold as the orgasm takes her. >It's more than enough to go around your pelvis, and soaks the parts of your pants all around it. >Though it's harder to move as she clamps down on you, it's so rewarding on the way down. >She's winking on you like mad, more of her fluids spilling down onto you continuously. >It's no wonder that it doesn't take very long until you feel yourself close. >Already sweating at this point, quickly throw your jacket onto the table and continue with your movements, pressing into her ponut quicker and trying to help with your own hip movements. >It doesn't go so well, so you just massage and feel up her perfect flanks while you bring them down on you. >Her hind legs just lazily move, filly clearly out of her mind to even focus on hugging around you. >-And with that idea in mind, you move your hands again. >You hug around her barrel, leaning slightly towards the table as you go with your hip movements again. >You're able to move just about an inch in and out of her, but quickly. >And this close to being all the way in her, it's what you prefer anyways. >You hold her over the table, but keep your hands as support, able to watch as her legs lazily move with your rhythm. >She brings you in for a lazy kiss, the carrot having been swallowed at this point, and moans into you, with short breaks in between. >"F-fill me up faggot. C-cream in m-me. Fill y-your filly~" >Her words inspire you to move faster and harder, and the feeling builds up extremely quick. >You slam into those perfect thighs of hers, making a few claps as a result on the last few. >Then the last hilt comes, and you slam right into her. >The orgasm shocks you, and your whole body seizes up as you let spurt after spurt fill her up. >Then she hits you with the last bit and grinds around you, bobbing slightly and indeed, milking you for all you got. "Oh f-fuck." >You grit your teeth as she continues, panting with her tongue lolling out, until the feeling fades, and you're both just left breathing heavily and staring at each other. >You both have the idea to go for a kiss at the same time. "Good god I love you..." >"W-what... n-no "no homo" this time?" >You shake your head and grin. "Only homo for you."
"Am I being detained? Am I free to go? What country is this? I don't know you! REEEEEEEEEE!"
<<<"Whoa, is she drunk?"
>"No. At least I don't think so. She's just acting weird."
"Yeah, I'm just messing with y'all. In all seriousness though, this is not exactly the time or place to be drinking. I do not want us getting busted during my party."
<<<"Okay, fair point. Was just curious is all. What exactly is it like, drinking?"
>>138185 Filly needs to act as the responsible adult that she is and tell the fillies about the potential dangers of the alcohol and alcoholism. [1d100 = 98]
>>138200 ha! if the writefag allows me to roll twice, I'd like to roll for exactly the opposite of what I said in the other post. Chuck all the alcohol at the fillies! 2% LETS GO IM FEELING LUCKY[1d100 = 96]
>>138185 >>138195 I agree that we should be responsible and let them know about the dangers of alcohol and alcohol addiction We don't want to be a bad influence on the fillies, after all [1d100 = 21]
"Well, it tastes like garbage and it'll burn your throat. While you're on it, you'll do dumber things than we just did in that Truth or Dare game. And when you come down from it, you'll feel like trash."
<<<"That sounds... awful. Why do ponies even do it?"
"Because being sober feels worse to them."
<<<"That... explains a lot of things."
<"You know, I think I heard a rumor that Berry Punch was making wine in her basement. Do you think she might be feeling a little bit down? She doesn't seem it on the outside, but if what she's making is really that bad... maybe she doesn't know? Or maybe she does, and she doesn't want to talk about it. Should we talk to her about it?"
>>138228 If Cheerilee is the one to make a suggestion, I say we drop everything we got to make it right for her. (tho steer the talk regardless into how everyone should be free to do as they please)
>Another Friday night. >Another Mountain Dew. >You reach over to your nightstand and pick one up, cracking it open and lying down next to your box of pizza. >You're on your bed, and the room is dark. >In fact, the only light source in the place is your laptop display, to be precise. >Though it is pretty bright, so it works well enough. >You set the can inside the box after a sip, and lie back. >Immediately after, your filly pounces on top of you, giggling so cutely. >You're quick to wrap your arms around her, pulling the blankets up over yourselves so you can feel each other's warmth more clearly. >You run a hand through her mane, moving all the way up to her ears. >She coos and purrs under your touch, greeting you with that sparkling smile of hers. >Even in the dim light, you can still see the hearts set in her eyes, forever marking her as your filly. >And you can't be any happier for it. >Turning to your side, you have her assume the position as the little spoon, before reaching your hands over to raise the volume on your laptop. >Pizza, music and cuddles. >Now how could a Friday get anymore perfect? >Wrapping your arms around her body, your hands meet on her fuzzy little tummy. >You rub her belly tenderly with a hand, getting another adorable giggle out of her. >The other moves and holds her right hoof. >"Woah, l-lewd!" >You press your face into her luscious, long mane, inhaling a pleasant, apple cinnamon scent from it. >She backs herself up and presses her body further against yours, her curvy rump ending perfectly on your curled up legs. >After a moment of silence, just enjoying each other's company, she pipes up. >"Could you hand me a slice of pizza?" "'Course." >You grab a bit from the box and feed the first part to her. >"Mmm, thenks." >Your right hand trails a little lower, moving from her belly, to her side, to tracing the big question mark on her perfectly round flank. >Then you move even lower, brushing against her leg and massaging it gently. >She hums softly. >Yeah, you know she loves these hoof massages. >And of course, you so happen to love hooves. >You rub your thumb around the muscles in her leg, already familiar with what spots to rub at this point. >But the real joy's in the frog. >Christ, you can't help it. >Slowly moving from your spot, she lies her back where you once were, holding her hind legs up for you. >Unf. >Sitting down, you bring her flanks closer to you until they're pressed right against your goods. >A blush spreads across her face, as your hands move to their legs. >You've also got a nice view of her little teats, you know those need to be played with later on at some point. >You continue on with your massaging, both hands now tending to both hooves while she lazily chews on her pizza. >When you've done a satisfactory job, your favorite part finally comes up. >Hands slowly moving up, they gently press against her frogs, as you rub them around in a circle with your fingers. >"Mmm, that's nice..." >Oh my god you can't handle this. >You bring a leg up to your face and kiss her hoof, then rubbing both on your cheeks. >"Heh, you're such a weirdo." "N-no you..." >You bathe them and the legs they belong to in more massages and rubbings, kissing the frogs of both and getting a little giggle out of her. >But you notice that blush is still on her face. >So why not take it to the next level here, eh? >You kiss again, then peck lower, and lower, slowly and sensually, all the way down her hoof until you meet her flank. >And you see her wink in your peripherals as you continue, kissing her absolutely stunning flanks all over where you can. >She just watches with an adorable smile on her face, with a tiny giggle every now and then. >Until finally, she winks for about the fifth time, a little bit of fluids leaking down her now glistening horse pussy. >You reach over and grab a slice of pizza. >Then you rub it between her folds, getting a nice bit of filly precum on it. >You make sure she's watching when you take a bite. >And oh, do you savor it. >Tastes just like Mountain Dew, after all. >And you happen to unironically love the drink. >Her pupils widen, and you bring your head back down to its prize. >And just as her clit pops out, you plant a kiss and a long lick onto it. >She shudders with a small, high pitched gasp. >She's already shaking and leaking all over your bed. >Now if you ever had company besides her, that would probably be a problem. >But here it's just an invitation. >You slowly climb over your filly, eyes locking right onto hers. >Those hearts in her eyes are now clearly noticeable, with the glare of the screen hitting it. >You kiss her gently on the nose, getting a smile out of her. "No homo, right?" >Even though those hearts in her eyes betray those words, she grins, and kisses you back, her hindlegs instinctively spreading and hugging around your waist in anticipation. >"Never homo. Now fuck me until my moans wake up the neighbors." >A small laugh comes out of you. "With pleasure, my lovely little filly." >This is why you love Fridays.
>spoilers Pinkie Pie spoiled it early, man. Although for what it's worth, I heavily implied it back when Anon was still in Canterlot, in one of his visions:
>When you reach the castle, you ascend the tower quickly as you can, and you see one of the elements of harmony, bearing a bright red version of your cutie mark.
Oh don't worry, I've already got plenty of little breadcrumbs dropped around in my story for you to discover on your own. I'm just pointing out things I already mentioned in-universe.
Generally true. Although sometimes I notice certain social norms and act contrary to them for the hell of it. Like... whenever a bunch of people are walking through a hallway or along some well-trafficked footpath, I notice a lot of them have a natural tendency to walk on the right side. So I walk on the left. I don't think anyone consciously is aware of the fact that they're all on the right side, but it is nonetheless interesting to note that they often seem at least a little surprised to have to walk around someone.
>>138292 Okay, probably should've clarified. Though I don't doubt you're the real deal with that email address, could you create an unlisted paste on that account and send me the link to that?
>>137884 >Adding to the gun crime statistic Fuck you, Nigger.
>>137913 You could easily get a score of 100+ with some sort of chemical weapon. Passing Carbon Monoxide and Chlorine over an activated charcoal catalyst produces Phosgene gas.
>>137643 >Be Twilight >It was morning now, and things had been... hectic >Dinner had been a rough afaair >Once you refused to feed them chicken (they had been joking, right?), they all began screeching at the top of their lungs >The thing with the anonfillies was that when one began screaming, all the other ones within earshot would too, in soliditary >They were working together to get what they wanted >Getting them all to sleep had been near-impossible >Eventually you gave up and offered them all ice cream covered with caramel sauce with some sleeping potion mixed in >It was about 9:00 now, and you decided to peek in on all the rooms occupied by fillies in pairs of two >After three rooms, you heard a sad, distressed cry from a bit down the hall >"Twilight!" >You trotted in to see a filly sitting up in her bed, clutching the bedcovers >The filly in the other bed was groggily getting up, awakened by her roommate's exclamation "What's the matter?" >"I-I..." >Spit it out, you're an adult >"I wet the bed..." she whimpered >Oh, great "I'll go get a nurse, they're used to this sort of thing" >"N-no, that's too embarrassing. C-can you clean me off?" "*sigh* I'm really busy right now, I-" >At that moment you were interrupted by the other filly's raucous laughter >"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" >Both of you jerked back in surprise at the exclamation >"Y-you're a diaperfag!" fillyTwo managed to spit out, sitting up and pointing to the bedwetter >"N-no I'm not! I really had an accident!" >"No, you did it on purpose! Ha! You just want your vagina wiped! Haha!" >fillyTwo clutched her side, continuing on her tirade >"Next you're gonna insist on wearing- haha! One to- one to bed in c-case of an accident! Haha!" >"It was TOO an accident!" fillyOne insisted, "I- I probably do need to wear one to bed!" >"You're the faggot who's always shitting up our threads! Haha, the one who wants to SIT in said shit!" >"No u!" >"No u!" >"No u!" >You just watched silently, wondering if these foals should be sent to an institute
He doesn't get the high score or get to be the filly because he got killed before he could make the 100th kill. If you needed 100 lives, it would be best to avoid the use of firearms, and instead try for something bigger. Maybe release a strain of ebola into a crowded area. Try not to catch the disease yourself before it's had a chance to spread.
>>138300 You release a strain of Ebola, you have to wait for them to die. 100 kills? 1. Buy a ticket to Africa. 2. Find a couple of shitty backwater towns. 3. Poison their water supplies with botchollism toxin.
I mean, if you wanted to maximize death, you'd have to spend a little time. Ebola could fuck up a lot of people if it had the ability to spread. If you just need to get 100... I guess sail into the Mediterranean, wait for a boat full of migrants, and sink the ship with a couple of IEDs?
>>138303 We just need 100 mate, a boat full of migrants would be overkill. Ideally 100 of the least productive members of society. Ebola is meme-tier serial killer shit, the toxin produced by botchollism will get the job done fast and effectively with little to no chance of survival.
>>138297 I'd probably be that anonfilly tbh. Both because I'm a huge degenerate and because the other anons would instantly know what I was playing at there.
>>138300 I personally feel like the major thing shooters miss is going for extra hits. Alot of shootings have well over 77 casualties (current high score for single shooter) when you include injuries. But most shooters then proceed onwards looking for more people. You would rack up way more kills by finishing off anyone thats only injured.
>>137620 Heading out for the night, I'll add anybody else when I check the thread later. >While you'd ideally investigate that noise, you don't want to die. >Like it or not, Twiggles has been your lifeline multiple times now, and you'd rather not see how you fare without her by your side. >You take a second to grab a shard of amethyst from the poorly-cut walls of the small compartment you chipped away ages ago. >It likely wouldn't do that much, but it certainly made you feel safer. >You silently slip under your bed, letting the excess hanging of the sheets conceal you as you try to stifle your breathing. >The thumping of whatever is out there almost seems to be perfectly in-synch with that of your heart. >And by that you mean it's covering a lot of ground. >You hear it turn onto your hallway and begin to sniffle. >You're a big fil- grown ass man, you can handle this. >Clamping a hoof over your muzzle, you allow the tears to run freely down your cheeks. >Thump. >The door creaks open quietly. >Please no... >It isn't equine. >The deep raspy breathing and seemingly bipedal walk cycle give that much away. >You squeeze your eyes shut as you hear it pull the covers off of the bed. >Finding nothing, you hear it stomp off angrily after it slams the door. >... >You don't fall back asleep that night. >"Clover? Wake up. You have school." "I-I..." >The door opens. >"What the actual fuck happened in here?!" "I-I... c-creature..." >"Hey, deep breaths. I need to know all you know." >Taking a moment to compose yourself, you feel prepared. >Input action.
"Eh, sure, why not. Maybe we could bug her at lunch tomorrow?"
<"Sounds good to me. I don't have much better to do, and I don't think anypony minds at least being checked up on."
"Yeah, I guess we don't even know if those rumors are true anyways."
You're pretty damn sure they're true. Though you hadn't spoken with Berry much outside of one or two in class group assignments, you do remember her being the butt of all alcohol related jokes on pony websites back at home. It wouldn't surprise you if she was taking up home brewing as a hobby. In fact, you were half tempted to ask her to make you a batch, although you couldn't say that in front of Cheerilee and Cherry Blossom, who you just lectured on how bad alcohol is. You make a mental note to consider talking to her in private when you can.
With your apology made, along with a few plans for the coming week, you look to get back towards dancing. Unfortuantely, though the music is still going, most of the other ponies seem to have settled down into conversations just as you had. The party seems to have died down, so that means you have only one activity left to end things with a bang: Calvinball.
>>136394 >You start making your way down stairs with your box of bullshi- >*Pop* >-and promptly fall face-first into the grass. >Fuck that hurt. >You put your hands on your nose fearing you broke it. >Instead it was you mind that broke as you go cross-eyed staring at the at the fuzzy green stumps on the fuzzy green thing a apparently attached to your face. >A muzzle. >And hooves. >That... >Couldn't be right. >There's no way. >You move your hands away from your nose and the hooves move away in time. >Your hooves. >They were your fucking hooves! >And that was really your muzzle! >Holy fucking shit nigger, you’re the filly! >That means your in Equestria, right? >You look around at your surroundings. >Your jaw drops as you look over the treetops and the crowd of fillies and anons that that you've just noticed in your excitement. >They didn't matter right now. >Nothing else matters right now. >In the distance somehow hanging of the side of a mountain lies an impossible sight. >You hoped and dreamed of this but somewhere deep down you've always doubted you’d ever see it. >But it's there. >It's really, really there. >A grand city suspended off the side of a mountain. >Castle spires stand proudly overtop the city and water falls from its base into the valley below. >Canterlot. >An actual dream come true and all you can do is stare. >It just can't be real. >A voice snaps you back to reality fast enough to give you whiplash. >”Hey buddy, you seem to be shitting yourself and I came to see if- woah HEY!” >You know, you've thought about the first thing you'd do if you ever made it to horseland many, many times. >That first step ranged anything from staying incognito to outright masturbating but you've already fucked all your half baked plans. >You throw your hooves around the filly that came to check on you and start outright bawling as everything hits you at once. >Your lost humanity but your gained fillyhood. >The fact that you left family behind and are a shitty human being for the simple fact that in your eyes making it to equestria was fair trade. >The thought that before this you had no reputable skills and were kind of useless but now you've got another go at making a life for yourself. >The enormity of the new world you’re in. >How lucky you are that of all the horsefuckers that wanted what you now have, you made it while so many others haven't. >All of this and so, so much more comes crashing down on your head all at once. >The filly you’re holding on to awkwardly pats you on the back back after a bit. >Her hooves hit the joints that connect the wings you didn't know you had to your back. >Your brand new wings flare out at the stimulus and that just makes you cry even harder. >You’re a pegafilly. >”Yeah, just uh- let it out.” >You can't even think enough to form a responses through your heaving sobs. >Some lucid part of your mind points out how much of a turbofaggot you are for crying like a little bitch. >Hell, this isn't what you wanted the first thing in Equestria you did to be. >But honestly, how could you not? >This is the horsefuckers dream and then some. >Your faggotry could be forgiven. >It takes you a good few minutes to get your emotions in control. >You aren’t crying anymore but you’re still shuddering and sniffling. >Honestly this filly is being a bro about the whole thing. >She’s still comforting you by rubbing your back in little circles. “T-thank you,” you say into Brofilly’s shoulder. >”Mhm.” >You realize you’ll have to let go soon. >But hey, at least you got to hug a pony. >The thought makes you give the other filly a squeeze. >Eat your heart out, Aerolite. >That brings a ghost of a smile to your face. >Aerolite was a Twifag, right? >It probably doesn’t matter anymore but you are going to find and hug Twilight McFucking Sparkle before this is over to spite the fucker. >You tense up for a moment at the sobering thought. >There’s not a real way to tell if you’ll stay her and a filly forever is there? >With this train of thought you let go and see the Brofilly’s grumpy expression. “I-I’m sorry. Didn’t mean t-” >She interrupts you. >”Don’t mention it.” >You open you mouth to respond. >”At all, you flaming homo pony.” “Alright.” >A brief silence passed between you. >You were about to ask the her if she knew anything at all about why you’re a filly when you hear a shout from the larger group. >You turn your head and see an anon break from the other anons towards a filly with her hoof raised. >"HOH MAN I'M GONNA LOVE YOU SO HARD YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!" >"OH GOD IT'S YOU! NO PLEASE, SOMEONE KILL ME! KILL ME! KILL MEEE!" >And it all goes to shit then. >Like they could smell blood in the water, anons start snatching fillies here. >Most fillies make a break for it some managing a clean getaway while others aren’t so lucky. >Brofilly taps your shoulder urgently. >”Yo, we should get out of here before we end up as some autist’s fa- FUCK OFF. DAMMIT NO! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” >The anon who grabbed the filly holds her to his chest like a football an rushes into the treeline with Brofilly screehing the whole way. >And she’s gone. >You notice to an anon wading his way through the chaos towards you. >You also notice that you haven’t moved. >But... this is fine. >The anon stops in front of you in front of you and the both of you stare at each other for a time. >He give you a pitying expression. >Your eyes are probably still red and puffy from crying. >He kneels down and holds out his arms invitingly. >You hesitate and look at his hands for a moment.
>>138323 >...but fuck it. >You know what you want. >You jump into his arms and sigh, leaning into his chest when he picks you up. >You watch the other anons try to wrangle the remaining fillies as you let your anon take you away. >Your anon? “Hey.” >”Yeah?” “What do I call you?” >He looks down at you. >”What do you mean?” “You know what I mean, faggot. Am I Anon or are you Anon?” >He goes quiet for bit before responding with a smug smile. >”Yes.”
For gas to be effective, it has to be used in a very heavily crowded area where people have little ability to escape. In a typical Wal Mart, you're not going to see any more than a maximum of 10 people in an aisle, most of whom would run to another part of the very large store, or out the doors.
>>138331 >>138297 >>138308 Y'know that actually bring to mind a question. How the fuck does a pissing fetish even work? Like, if you're aroused then you're probably gonna get hard. But the you can't piss. So it would be a bit self limiting, wouldn't it? Now, if the arousal is from getting pissed ON or you're a woman then fine. Otherwise, how the flying fuck does it happen?
this question has plagued me for year come on guys you can't leave me hanging here
>>138334 It's obnoxious as shit. I have a piss fetish, but I prefer ordinary porn. See, I get off to pissing myself, but once you're fully erect it's really hard to piss yourself and actually rub one out. And the cleanup... On the flipside from what I've heard from my diaperfag friends shitting yourself is a one-time affair. Really it gets to the point where you say to yourself 'fuck it, it won't feel as good, but for convenience sake I'm gonna have to do this naturally.'
>>138340 nonsense i love hooves because you never see them on a pone unless she's on her back or presenting them to you, and the >no hooves thing had long since given me a deeper appreciation for them the feelings developed slowly, and now i just want to fucking rub the shit out of some hooves, and massage them, and feel them everywhere on me
>>138482 That was a meme reply, but a general non-meme answer for that could be that the >Rape cannon is getting ready for what comes next? Iunno, chemicals n shit, ask purpul
>>137824 >Twilight is gaining weight due to teleporting everywhere >But she doesn't want to exercise and has a hayburger addiction >So she decides to just breastfeed Anon and rake in that negative 300-500 calories >Eventually she tries to make it Anon's primary form of nourishment so she can pump (heh) that number up to 1000+ calories >Eventually it works
>>138545 >When she's pregnant she'll be expected to gain weight >Her eating eight burgers at a time will be blamed on the baby >She'll be given special treatment and extra affection everywhere >Won't even have to work, can just sit in bed all day and read books "Oh no, Anon has [made-up birth defect], she'll die outside of my womb! Better keep her in there until they find a cure."
Yeah, not all of my updates provide an input option. Sometimes it's just a pause before I update again at another point, because I'm too fucking tired but want to get at least a little bit more content out. You're free to take whatever action you want regardless, and I'm going to take your "swing from the chandelier" action seriously.
Placeholder: Good writer, love the plot. His characters seem to behave mostly rationally, even if rational isn't always the most realistic (except for Twilight who somehow seems less level-headed than Luna). Personality-wise, I'm not sure. He doesn't tend to post that many non-update posts under a name, though he does seem rather busy, so I assume he's got somewhat of a life.
Lone15: Story-wise, I can never tell what the main direction he seems to be heading towards is, but he has his interesting moments. Personality wise, I'd say he's an alright dude, but needs cuddles and attention.
EaTCarbS: Update more you bastard!
ASSFAGGOT, All Nighter Fgt, Others: I need to read more of your work to form a better opinion.
>>138595 FILLY GETTING BELLY RUBS FILLY GETTING PETS SUPER FLOOFY LONG MANE MORE HEART EYE FILLY FILLY HOOVES FILLIES HAVING POOL PARTY more lewdest filly, now that you can just post it without a ban
>>138575 Reuben: Good stuff. I'm not a big fan of CYOA's, but hes doing it well.
Placeholder: Knows how to write well. The dreamworld is cool, but I want to see him do something, I dunno, really dramatic? Maybe Anon starts verbally shitting on Twilight in a conversation with Luna, but he doesn't realize she figured out a dreamwalking spell and is standing right behind him?
Lone15: I want to see more abusive Twilight. Write more pls.
AllNighter Fgt: Good stuff, but on life support. Still contributing freatly to the thread though. Most importantly, he's a good christian.
I've been meaning to read your stuff, along with All Nighter's. Will probably do so before we move to the next thread. I'm dealing with a lot of work right now though.
>>138607 Well, just don't expect to read it all in one sitting. And of course my writing has improved compared to when I first started, so if it's a bit clunky at first, you know why.
>>138609 The only issue I have is that sometimes verbs and nouns aren't ponified when applicable, especially from the perspectives of non-trans-species characters like Twilight.
Other than that, I've really enjoyed the green so far. I'll admit I am new to filly, so I can't compare it to much. However, it's been a long time since a literary work has made me stay up to keep reading.
All of these ponies around you are too distracted with their conversations to enjoy a good rousing game of Calvinball. You're going to have to wire them up to get them in the mood. Without thinking much, you run up the stairs, and jump towards a chandelier, swinging from it for a few seconds until you notice that it can't really support your weight. So you jump, and your momentum hurls you into a wall as you scream "cowabunga!" as loud as you can. This ultimately brings you the attention that you needed, but also a great deal of pain, particularly in and around your face, and also to a lesser extent, your torso. Then gravity kicks in and you fall the floor, landing on your hindlegs, which hurt even more.
It's not exactly easy to stand on two legs as a pony, so you fall forward onto all fours and take a bow to a crowd of ponies who are all staring at you, dumbfounded, with occasional murmurs of "are you okay?" and "that must have hurt."
"Alright everypony, listen up. It's time to play Calvinball."
Thunderlane steps forward out of the crowd.
>>"Uh, are you sure you should be playing sports after that?"
"Nonsense, I feel fine."
Twilight approaches you cautiously and gives you a light kick to one of your hind legs, causing pain to shoot up through your body.
"FUCK!"
>"Yeah, sorry Anon. I'm pretty sure you just sprained your hooves. Maybe we should reschedule the Calvinball game?"
>>138666 i know, i have that saved, satan i should've clarified filly hoof rubbing, because that's my fetish or anything as long as you can see the frog of her hooves
Sorry for not putting out an update today or yesterday. I'd like to say that I had a valid reason, but I was just watching a stream of sub-par videos with bad jokes and shitty memes that somehow has managed to hold my attention over the course of multiple hours spent on my computer. I promise that I'll stop being a lazy piece of shit tomorrow, and I'll get some content out for you all instead of killing my last few brain cells with Moonbase Alpha songs.
>>138804 >Earth ponies >Having the same life expectancy as the other races >When Granny Smith has lived since the foundation of Ponyville Id make a guess that that s at least 200 years old, i ve no proof so someone go and prove it right or wrong Also >Equestrian ponies >Having the same lifespan as earth ones Thought to be fair day cycle is made up by two living beings so who knows who long that actually is? Their day cycle can be 48 hours long for all we know
>>138806 I saw a theory once that I liked. The reason granny Smith is beyond ancient is because she has a higher concentration of magic than most other poners and magic helps with DNA replication. The more magical the horse, the longer the lifespan.
That said, how magical would anon be? How long will she live?
>>138805 This picture is beautiful, I'm still don't understand how Duop was able to make it so full of emotion. I'd want nothing more than to have a filly like this, if only to see those hearts in her eyes. To see that loving gaze directed solely on me, and me alone. I'd want to bathe her in affection routinely, give every single fiber of my being in making her happy. I would pet her routinely, brush her, bathe her, cook for her, massage every part of her until she felt completely relaxed in my embrace. And I'd never forget to tell her I love her. That she's the cutest filly ever, and how empty my life looked without her. I'd vow to never leave her, help and encourage her towards anything she wanted- even if it meant leaving me to do so. I'd put my own body, my own feelings after hers, knowing that seeing her happy would make me happy, and her being healthy meant I could be too. I'd love her unconditionally, make sure she never felt lonely or sad again, so that every morning I might see that cute, bright smile of hers, heart-lights and all… Knowing without a doubt, that she's the filly for me.
>>138807 well id imagine it'd take quite a bit of magic to bring a being from another universe in the first place, as well as change their gender so FOREVERRR
>>138807 That sounds like a good headcannon, would explain the two sisters being over 1000 years old Do you mind if i…borrow this headcannon for a second? ^:)
Anon would probably be as magical as the magic used on the transformation i d think, though unable to use any actual erf hoers magic since he wasnt born with it
>>138812 >Anon has a insanely high lifespan >Alicorns agree to give him horn and wings to hide what actually went on ages ago
>>138814 I imagine that it wouldn't factor how much magic the transformation took, I imagine that fue to his original form he would retain little to none, hence why most people depict her as an erf filly.
>>138807 >>138812 Just as i posted an idea came to mind, what if Anon is forever a filly because the magic makes his life cycle so big he practically doesnt grow
>>138814 But then how would his horse body sustain itself? All races have magic so it may as well be something necessary for their survival, like our nervous system or something like that
>>138818 >Anon is forever a filly because the magic makes his life cycle so big he practically doesnt grow holy shit >cue filly drinking booze in a bar >"hey excuse me filly, you're not supposed to-" "-it's a condition fuck off cunt" >and she had to deal with this for 100+ years
>I was only nine years old >I loved filly so much >I posted about her in the general every day >I prayed to filly, thanking her for the life I'd been given >"Filly is love", I said, "filly is life." >Mods hear me and call me a pedo >They're jealous of my devotion to filly >I call them scruffy, and they ban filly from /MLP/ >I'm crying and my balls hurt (from not being able to cum to filly porn) >Suddenly I feel warm >It's filly! I'm so happy. >She whispers in my ear >"REEEEEE FUCKING KYS FAGGOT" >I roll her over and spread her marehood >She's ready >I penetrate her fillyhood >It's so tight it hurts but I want to please filly >She lets out a mighty REEEEE as I fill her with my love >Scruffy walks in. >Filly looks him right in the eye and says >"Fucking hotpocket we're going to go post on /mlpol/" >We fly out through the window >Filly is love, filly is life.
>>138818 It's very loosely described what the fuck magic actually is. Like any other body I assume, just less fucking functional because you don't get the species attributes.
>You sit in the grass, staring at the ground. >Today was the day. >It had been years since the incident. >Since your little joyride with filly, your short trip for coffee ended up… >You can't help but wince as another tear falls down your cheek. >Today had been the day, you finally lost your support. >The thought of her, just lying in that bed… >It plagued your thoughts every single morning, all through the night, twenty four seven. >Left you without a job, even the most basic of tasks became a hassle. >You sold your house. >You sold your belongings. >You sold everything but your pictures, the clothes on your back, and your plan B. >But in the end, well, it clearly wasn't enough. >You run your hands through your messy, oily hair, surrounded by pictures of your once happy life. >Your trip to the zoo, where she got to see pandas. >The picture you'd snapped of her waking up in the morning. >The birthdays you've shared, anniversaries… >Dozens of memories, all capturing her gentle, smiling face. >One that you hoped to see again one day. >You pick up the first one you took. >Your favorite. >Her hooves hugging around your neck, a big, bright grin on her face with her cheek pressed against yours. >Just staring at her face, you remember all the times you've seen her that same look. >Your eyes linger on the picture for a moment, and you feel your hands shaking. >Even once being an Anon, she was too pure for this world. >So trusting, so full of life and loving. >So damned perfect… >It hurt knowing you couldn't be in Equestria with her, but you figured you could make it work. >That even with the crumbling, depressed world all around you, you'd still be able to brighten it up together. >And this is what you get, just for trying to be happy. >The only thing that ever mattered to you, ripped away mercilessly, with just that shred of hope to keep you going. >It's almost poetic. >A dry, tired laugh leaves you, and slowly you place the photo on the ground before you. >Reaching on your side, you grab the cold metal barrel sitting beside you. >The loud sound it makes cycling a shell doesn't even make you flinch. >How could it? >You died a long time ago. >You're just finishing what this world had started. >Tired eyes staring into the barrel, you slowly lower your forehead onto it. >Your gaze moves around all the pictures around you. >All the happiness you'd once had. >At least now… >Well, you know you'll be able to see her again. >Your finger tugs at the trigg-