>Spoonfeed me. What's this thread about?
This thread typically consists of Anon gone filly, as he's thrust into a new life as a cute little pony.
>What's to be expected?
Fillies, cuteness, Anon-tier shenanigans, bitchy Twilight, desires to be the little filly, etc..
>Any archive of photos or stories?
Dropbox (Photos):
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/h46ituoalc71wp9/AACmTe3H8s10ArK3-5Q_3juqa?dl=0
Stories:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BP6aPchH3lGIRdzd78IWykMCXuKLrNABi6bxZGVTy9c/edit
>I'm a contributor.
Great! For writers, just notify All Nighter Fgt, so you can have your green to the Doc. For artists, animators, or any other content makers, you can store your fillies 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: >>182302 →
/mlpol/ - My Little Politics
Archived thread
Anonymous
No.185642
>>185645
Reposting the image from this mini game so people dont need to switch threads to know what its about:
Only difference from the pic is that instead of choosing a filly, the second roll goes for the last filly that rolled
Reposting the image from this mini game so people dont need to switch threads to know what its about:
Only difference from the pic is that instead of choosing a filly, the second roll goes for the last filly that rolled
Anonymous
No.185651
>>185649
I was trying to think of how to ask the question before the other Anon asked it, but okay.
I wasn't around for it, but it seems so. Anons from across the site would have a hand in helping to create a civilization from its first days as a tribe to a modern nation.
I was trying to think of how to ask the question before the other Anon asked it, but okay.
I wasn't around for it, but it seems so. Anons from across the site would have a hand in helping to create a civilization from its first days as a tribe to a modern nation.
>>185650
If the second roll would otherwise go to nobody because of the rules, I'm gonna do it with the next guy to participate.
I am [1d100 = 87]
I do [1d100 = 18]
If the second roll would otherwise go to nobody because of the rules, I'm gonna do it with the next guy to participate.
I am [1d100 = 87]
I do [1d100 = 18]
>>185649
Like the civilization threads on old /pol/. Anons would start as a small tribe and grow into a city and so on. They would create their own government, religion, and culture for their empire.
Like the civilization threads on old /pol/. Anons would start as a small tribe and grow into a city and so on. They would create their own government, religion, and culture for their empire.
Anonymous
No.185656
Anonymous
No.185660
Anonymous
No.185661
>>185655
I think it resets each thread? Iunno, no one ever said anything
Look at the good side, you became a pretty princess for half a day and had a threesome made in your name. I say that s quite good going
>>185650
I wonder if i ll finally be able to be T H I C C and stronk filly for once
[1d100 = 17]
Also hope >>185660(You) like [1d100 = 39]
Anon, cuz we re going to do it all day long~
I think it resets each thread? Iunno, no one ever said anything
Look at the good side, you became a pretty princess for half a day and had a threesome made in your name. I say that s quite good going
>>185650
I wonder if i ll finally be able to be T H I C C and stronk filly for once
[1d100 = 17]
Also hope >>185660(You) like [1d100 = 39]
Anon, cuz we re going to do it all day long~
This is early, but what would the fillies gift each other during Hearth’s Warming?
>>185662
Rolling again then
[1d100 = 38]
[1d100 = 50]
>>185662
Rolling again then
[1d100 = 38]
[1d100 = 50]
Anonymous
No.185671
>>185668
>gifts
>holiday festivities
>not just snatching up some eggnog and hiding away in some dark corner of a public space while silently judging passers-by
What do you take me for, some kind of sentimental friend?
>gifts
>holiday festivities
>not just snatching up some eggnog and hiding away in some dark corner of a public space while silently judging passers-by
What do you take me for, some kind of sentimental friend?
>185389
>185391
>The ideal afterlife for Anons ITT is having a loving mom
Peak mommy issues lmao
>185391
>The ideal afterlife for Anons ITT is having a loving mom
Peak mommy issues lmao
Anonymous
No.185686
Anonymous
No.185687
Anonymous
No.185703
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>>185704
>Not wanting to cozy up under Twiggles' soft underbelly and suck her bulging mammaries dry before she gives you a pat on the padded behind and a 'good girl' for your reward
Found the faggot.
>Not wanting to cozy up under Twiggles' soft underbelly and suck her bulging mammaries dry before she gives you a pat on the padded behind and a 'good girl' for your reward
Found the faggot.
Anonymous
No.185726
First time writing non-green in a long time. Might as well.
You awake from a fitful sleep as you often have this past few months: dry-mouthed, suffering from aching eyes and a malnourished body. It's not the fault of your temporary nanny - she knows you used to be an adult and lets you choose how to live your life, even if it's unhealthy. Nay, it's all on you. You chose to skip dinner, to neglect drinking water to the point you often only piss once or twice a day, to keep out of the affairs of Ponyville's fillies and colts and stay indoors, reading pony comic books and light novels. You only have yourself to blame for your piss poor diet and habits - this fact has led to many a night silently wallowing in self pity.
And now it's culminated to your current state: tired, lonely, restless, hungry, thirsty, and most embarrassingly, a little pent up.
You slowly drag your pudgy filly body out of bed, lazily lumbering your way through the crystal castle's corridors. The halls to a stranger may be too perplexing to navigate, but in your time staying with the princess of sparkles and faggotry, you've memorized routes to and from your room to places of interest. A couple easy left turns later, you're outside the caregiver's master bedroom. You slowly open the door, careful so as to not rouse the softly breathing mare from her sleep too annoyingly. A lump juts from your throat, but in swallowing you push it back down. This is going to be a really awkward request.
"H...hey Twilight?" Using her name in a soft murmur coaxes a confused countenance to wash over her face, the formality almost unheard of in all the time she's known you. You've been a brat, admittedly.
"Mmmn....'non?" She slurs out, eyes crusted with the sandman's namesake as they weakly pry open. Those big curious eyes meet yours - a visage you still can't get used to. Such emotion is so easily conveyed in the eyes for ponies... "Need somethin'?"
"Yeah, I....I can't really sleep." As Twilight sits up her expression goes from sleepy curiosity to mirth. "Before you-" you start again, feeling indignation well up in your chest. "...before you laugh, I didn't have any nightmares or get scared of anything. I just...I want to let you take the wheel."
"Let you....take the wheel? Anon, what's wrong?" Despite her concern, your own mind is racing with a different set of emotions. Inferiority, self loathing, embarrassment - even a little fear.
"You were right, okay?" Despite trying to keep your voice level, you feel your youthful vocal chords warble in your moment of emotional instability. "I'm just a stupid filly, even with experience as a man. I...can you just, do what mares do best? Please?"
Now she's definitely awake. Her covers slide off, and you feel weightless as you're gingerly placed beside her in bed. A wing unfurls, resting atop you as she delicately hushes you. Even her shushing just oozes with affection and care. Your dense but light filly body feels overly sensitive, her warmth sending tingles up your spine that you feel ashamed for having felt.
"Anon...it's okay. Like it or not, I adopted you to make sure you would live a good foalhood, even if it's an unorthodox one. Anything you want, I'm right here." You can't muster up the courage to continue speaking. Your legs feel weak, crumpling up and folding in toward your torso. Your throat suddenly feels too dry and empty to let out even a mutter. You open your mouth, eyes starting to get damp with excess moisture as you try and fail to speak. Thankfully, your filly tummy growls, saving you the embarrassment of having to say out loud what you want.
"Oh Anon..." Just hearing the worried tone she uses to say your name makes your chest hurt, and you finally let out a little whimper of suppressed guilt as the waterworks start up. "I should have pressed you on dinner, huh...do you want me to make you something? I can do that."
You gulp down the lump in your throat before sniffling gently, shaking your head. "Well, I don't want you going back to sleep hungry. But, um...can I...make a quick confession?"
"A c...a confession? What do you mean?" Your light hiccup is met with a purple wing softly wiping your snout of dribble and your eyes of tears. You lean in, trying to mild success to calm your breathing back down.
"Ever since you first arrived here, I've...been milking myself. In case you ever...wanted to, give breastfeeding a try. I, erm...I was sort of hoping I could be able to do that for you."
Some may see this as creepy, or at least a little queer, but you only find your eyes gravitated to hers, her blush rising alongside yours. "You've been...milking yourself? For me? But...I've been so hostile toward you..."
"I always had an inkling that you would come around, sweetie."
Your hooves tightly wrap around her, and you put your head over a shoulder, embracing the mother figure. "Fuck, Purplesmart...never thought we'd end up sharing a fetish like that."
Her chuckle as she gently returns the embrace is laced with her meek arousal. "Well...if it's your fetish...and you're legitimately hungry...guess that's a win-win, right?"
You feel your own little teats hardening as you return to resting against Twilight's chest. "You're such a pervert, soliciting a filly like me in my moment of insecurity..." She retreats slightly, looking indignant as she prepares to rebut her. Before she can however, you close the distance, giving her a gentle peck on the nose. "Maybe instead of dinner we can do this each night?"
Her lewd shiver is all the verbal response she can offer before you maneuver under the covers.
You awake from a fitful sleep as you often have this past few months: dry-mouthed, suffering from aching eyes and a malnourished body. It's not the fault of your temporary nanny - she knows you used to be an adult and lets you choose how to live your life, even if it's unhealthy. Nay, it's all on you. You chose to skip dinner, to neglect drinking water to the point you often only piss once or twice a day, to keep out of the affairs of Ponyville's fillies and colts and stay indoors, reading pony comic books and light novels. You only have yourself to blame for your piss poor diet and habits - this fact has led to many a night silently wallowing in self pity.
And now it's culminated to your current state: tired, lonely, restless, hungry, thirsty, and most embarrassingly, a little pent up.
You slowly drag your pudgy filly body out of bed, lazily lumbering your way through the crystal castle's corridors. The halls to a stranger may be too perplexing to navigate, but in your time staying with the princess of sparkles and faggotry, you've memorized routes to and from your room to places of interest. A couple easy left turns later, you're outside the caregiver's master bedroom. You slowly open the door, careful so as to not rouse the softly breathing mare from her sleep too annoyingly. A lump juts from your throat, but in swallowing you push it back down. This is going to be a really awkward request.
"H...hey Twilight?" Using her name in a soft murmur coaxes a confused countenance to wash over her face, the formality almost unheard of in all the time she's known you. You've been a brat, admittedly.
"Mmmn....'non?" She slurs out, eyes crusted with the sandman's namesake as they weakly pry open. Those big curious eyes meet yours - a visage you still can't get used to. Such emotion is so easily conveyed in the eyes for ponies... "Need somethin'?"
"Yeah, I....I can't really sleep." As Twilight sits up her expression goes from sleepy curiosity to mirth. "Before you-" you start again, feeling indignation well up in your chest. "...before you laugh, I didn't have any nightmares or get scared of anything. I just...I want to let you take the wheel."
"Let you....take the wheel? Anon, what's wrong?" Despite her concern, your own mind is racing with a different set of emotions. Inferiority, self loathing, embarrassment - even a little fear.
"You were right, okay?" Despite trying to keep your voice level, you feel your youthful vocal chords warble in your moment of emotional instability. "I'm just a stupid filly, even with experience as a man. I...can you just, do what mares do best? Please?"
Now she's definitely awake. Her covers slide off, and you feel weightless as you're gingerly placed beside her in bed. A wing unfurls, resting atop you as she delicately hushes you. Even her shushing just oozes with affection and care. Your dense but light filly body feels overly sensitive, her warmth sending tingles up your spine that you feel ashamed for having felt.
"Anon...it's okay. Like it or not, I adopted you to make sure you would live a good foalhood, even if it's an unorthodox one. Anything you want, I'm right here." You can't muster up the courage to continue speaking. Your legs feel weak, crumpling up and folding in toward your torso. Your throat suddenly feels too dry and empty to let out even a mutter. You open your mouth, eyes starting to get damp with excess moisture as you try and fail to speak. Thankfully, your filly tummy growls, saving you the embarrassment of having to say out loud what you want.
"Oh Anon..." Just hearing the worried tone she uses to say your name makes your chest hurt, and you finally let out a little whimper of suppressed guilt as the waterworks start up. "I should have pressed you on dinner, huh...do you want me to make you something? I can do that."
You gulp down the lump in your throat before sniffling gently, shaking your head. "Well, I don't want you going back to sleep hungry. But, um...can I...make a quick confession?"
"A c...a confession? What do you mean?" Your light hiccup is met with a purple wing softly wiping your snout of dribble and your eyes of tears. You lean in, trying to mild success to calm your breathing back down.
"Ever since you first arrived here, I've...been milking myself. In case you ever...wanted to, give breastfeeding a try. I, erm...I was sort of hoping I could be able to do that for you."
Some may see this as creepy, or at least a little queer, but you only find your eyes gravitated to hers, her blush rising alongside yours. "You've been...milking yourself? For me? But...I've been so hostile toward you..."
"I always had an inkling that you would come around, sweetie."
Your hooves tightly wrap around her, and you put your head over a shoulder, embracing the mother figure. "Fuck, Purplesmart...never thought we'd end up sharing a fetish like that."
Her chuckle as she gently returns the embrace is laced with her meek arousal. "Well...if it's your fetish...and you're legitimately hungry...guess that's a win-win, right?"
You feel your own little teats hardening as you return to resting against Twilight's chest. "You're such a pervert, soliciting a filly like me in my moment of insecurity..." She retreats slightly, looking indignant as she prepares to rebut her. Before she can however, you close the distance, giving her a gentle peck on the nose. "Maybe instead of dinner we can do this each night?"
Her lewd shiver is all the verbal response she can offer before you maneuver under the covers.
Anonymous
No.185740
Anonymous
No.185743
Methfilly
No.185753
>tfw you deleted your post because you rolled twice and you forgot that rolling again will give you a different outcome
Did i fuck up and no longer get to be the filly?
Did i fuck up and no longer get to be the filly?
>>185773
For asking why you would want to steal your own gym socks? Jeez, you're one grumpy eqgfilly. Did you plan a locker raid that ended with you accidentally raiding your own gym locker?
For asking why you would want to steal your own gym socks? Jeez, you're one grumpy eqgfilly. Did you plan a locker raid that ended with you accidentally raiding your own gym locker?
Anonymous
No.185786
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Anonymous
No.185800
>>185793
Raiding your gym locker alone would avoid having others point fingers at you? Yeah maybe, if you manage to convince everyone that you have a stalker.
Raiding your gym locker alone would avoid having others point fingers at you? Yeah maybe, if you manage to convince everyone that you have a stalker.
>the fillies in this thread
Anonymous
No.185822
>>185809
>The posters in this thread
Don't any of you ever think how the first Anonfilly threads used to be like?
>The posters in this thread
Don't any of you ever think how the first Anonfilly threads used to be like?
Anonymous
No.185832
Anonymous
No.185838
Anonymous
No.185849
Anonymous
No.185851
Anonymous
No.185854
Anonymous
No.185872
>>185871
She'll settle down. She knows the horrors of the thot problem as a former human man suffering from modernity. Especially given 4chan culture has grown more conservative and aware of (((certain problems))). Anonmare wouldn't let that happen to paradise, would she?
She'll settle down. She knows the horrors of the thot problem as a former human man suffering from modernity. Especially given 4chan culture has grown more conservative and aware of (((certain problems))). Anonmare wouldn't let that happen to paradise, would she?
Anonymous
No.185882
Anonymous
No.185903
Anonymous
No.185904
>>185905
True but sexual maturity is both mental and physical. Plus Anon's only got experience as a human dude, and he'd have to get used to his filly form before he'd properly be ready.
Unless you >rape her, but why would you do that? Respect the filly enough to let her develop before you fug.
True but sexual maturity is both mental and physical. Plus Anon's only got experience as a human dude, and he'd have to get used to his filly form before he'd properly be ready.
Unless you >rape her, but why would you do that? Respect the filly enough to let her develop before you fug.
>>185908
You forgot to show the part where the ability to safely foal comes later. But again, despite it, I'd let filly emotionally/mentally mature first.
You forgot to show the part where the ability to safely foal comes later. But again, despite it, I'd let filly emotionally/mentally mature first.
>>185909
Filly can still enjoy safe sex between the time she reaches puberty and the time she's ready to be bred
Filly on filly action is fine as well
Filly can still enjoy safe sex between the time she reaches puberty and the time she's ready to be bred
Filly on filly action is fine as well
>>185911
>wanting to determine what a pair of consenting adults can and can't do
that's pretty fucking gay, famalam
>wanting to determine what a pair of consenting adults can and can't do
that's pretty fucking gay, famalam
>>185908
>be random stallion
>see filly in heat
>she doesn’t display signs of a yearling
>get some fug
>wake up to ponice knocking on your door
>get arrested for statutory rape
>found guilty
>(((filly))) rubs her hooves together as you have to pay for damages
>be random stallion
>see filly in heat
>she doesn’t display signs of a yearling
>get some fug
>wake up to ponice knocking on your door
>get arrested for statutory rape
>found guilty
>(((filly))) rubs her hooves together as you have to pay for damages
Anonymous
No.185917
>>185910
>Filly on filly action is fine as well
That and filly on mare action would be the only action I'd go for if I was a filly.
>Filly on filly action is fine as well
That and filly on mare action would be the only action I'd go for if I was a filly.
>>186018
>liking cock is gay
>tfw unsure if that's true but still worried about whether it is in a gender-swapped form
>liking cock is gay
>tfw unsure if that's true but still worried about whether it is in a gender-swapped form
>>186018
>”grown-ass man” is a faggot for liking cock
>filly is a faggot for liking cunt
>celibate filly is a faggot for not wanting either
Anonfilly is doomed to be a faggot.
>”grown-ass man” is a faggot for liking cock
>filly is a faggot for liking cunt
>celibate filly is a faggot for not wanting either
Anonfilly is doomed to be a faggot.
>>186039
>being celibate
>as a species that experiences estrus
And you thought no nut november was a hard challenge ^:)
>being celibate
>as a species that experiences estrus
And you thought no nut november was a hard challenge ^:)
>>186040
There is no way a society revolving around the use of magic has not found a spell to deal with that.
There is no way a society revolving around the use of magic has not found a spell to deal with that.
>>186047
Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't there a thing that showed how, in the show, the ratio of mares to stallions was actually closer to an even split than we thought?
Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't there a thing that showed how, in the show, the ratio of mares to stallions was actually closer to an even split than we thought?
>>186003
Are you saying that, if you got turned into a filly, you'd instantly become a whore who'd let every random pony with a dick fuck you just like that?
Are you saying that, if you got turned into a filly, you'd instantly become a whore who'd let every random pony with a dick fuck you just like that?
Anonymous
No.186051
>>186049
Well, now its closer yea, with all the inclusion shit, but early in the show it was like 10-15:1
I think now is 3-5:1, so still large enough for herds and shiz, just not as big of a herd
Well, now its closer yea, with all the inclusion shit, but early in the show it was like 10-15:1
I think now is 3-5:1, so still large enough for herds and shiz, just not as big of a herd
Anonymous
No.186054
Drawfag here, any requests?
Anonymous
No.186063
Ï guess above discussion requires a green but I am to tired right now. Let's see if something happens later.
>>186062
Two fillies sitting in a triangle (image as if it was Twilight's perspective, she s the third)
One of the fillies has her head high and scrunching and the other has her own low and looking away while conflicted, neither looking at the other filly
And a purple text with Twilight berating both fillies or trying to get them to say sorry
>>186065
Anon was this…did you just make a Jojo reference?
Two fillies sitting in a triangle (image as if it was Twilight's perspective, she s the third)
One of the fillies has her head high and scrunching and the other has her own low and looking away while conflicted, neither looking at the other filly
And a purple text with Twilight berating both fillies or trying to get them to say sorry
>>186065
Anon was this…did you just make a Jojo reference?
>>186062
Maybe something that anons would use. Like a reaction image but maybe those should appear organicly.
I would personally like something with anonfilly looking action-hero cool. Since I probably will write more adventure greens.
Maybe something that anons would use. Like a reaction image but maybe those should appear organicly.
I would personally like something with anonfilly looking action-hero cool. Since I probably will write more adventure greens.
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Anonymous
No.186088
>>186086
What happened to him? He made a lot of great stuff. When checking derpibooru his stuff was all uploaded randomly too. I do not recall that being the case.
What happened to him? He made a lot of great stuff. When checking derpibooru his stuff was all uploaded randomly too. I do not recall that being the case.
Anonymous
No.186093
Anonymous
No.186095
>>186119
no, faggot
people can make whatever they want
that doesnt mean i cant screech at it and still like them
no, faggot
people can make whatever they want
that doesnt mean i cant screech at it and still like them
>>186115
>"You're depressed? Find a mare who is lactating."
>"Self-esteem issues? Buy a pack of adult diapers."
>"Suicidal? Have you ever considered getting a MILF marefriend?"
>"You're depressed? Find a mare who is lactating."
>"Self-esteem issues? Buy a pack of adult diapers."
>"Suicidal? Have you ever considered getting a MILF marefriend?"
Anonymous
No.186135
Anonymous
No.186136
>>186132
Sanity is relative, and it doesn't matter what the fixes are, what matters are the results. If a MILF marefriend fixes suicidal tenancies, than who cares?
Sanity is relative, and it doesn't matter what the fixes are, what matters are the results. If a MILF marefriend fixes suicidal tenancies, than who cares?
>>186092
Wasn't the same filly who wrote the lactation green in the beginning of this thread. He has a VPN so why disable flags altogether if he wanted to not be suspicious?
Wasn't the same filly who wrote the lactation green in the beginning of this thread. He has a VPN so why disable flags altogether if he wanted to not be suspicious?
>>186130
>implying
you faggot you're fuckin lusting over horsecock thats not hetero in spirit
you, that faggot colt, and all the other fillies are gonna know
you fuckin gay as hell
>implying
you faggot you're fuckin lusting over horsecock thats not hetero in spirit
you, that faggot colt, and all the other fillies are gonna know
you fuckin gay as hell
>>186130
>Implying you'd be able to acquire the funds to rear and care for a foal when you yourself are mid-foalhood
>Implying femanons are more than a meme
>Implying that even if they were one would stay with you longer than the seven seconds it takes to knock you up
>Implying you wouldn't be stuck raising a child alone as a filly, thus destroying most of the chances you have of reliving your childhood
>Implying you'd be able to acquire the funds to rear and care for a foal when you yourself are mid-foalhood
>Implying femanons are more than a meme
>Implying that even if they were one would stay with you longer than the seven seconds it takes to knock you up
>Implying you wouldn't be stuck raising a child alone as a filly, thus destroying most of the chances you have of reliving your childhood
Anonymous
No.186149
>>186130
>implying you aren’t a faggot
I am sure that everyone in or lurking this thread is a faggot and the faggotry will only grow the long we tarry in this thread.
With that said, I still nominate the THOTfilly as the biggest faggot here.
>implying you aren’t a faggot
I am sure that everyone in or lurking this thread is a faggot and the faggotry will only grow the long we tarry in this thread.
With that said, I still nominate the THOTfilly as the biggest faggot here.
>>186144
>and all the others are gonna know
Wouldn't that all depend on whether or not you choose to tell everyone that you used to be a human dude?
>and all the others are gonna know
Wouldn't that all depend on whether or not you choose to tell everyone that you used to be a human dude?
Anonymous
No.186155
>>186150
I'm operating from that assumption as the writer of the green, because he's operating under the assumption that it's someone removing their flags to conceal samefagging.
I'm operating from that assumption as the writer of the green, because he's operating under the assumption that it's someone removing their flags to conceal samefagging.
Anonymous
No.186156
>>186146
That first point is fair, but I'd be sure to wait until I'm well enough able to rear and care for a foal before I get myself bred under any circumstances
The next two points are just memes and you know that
The last point is irrelevant because I'd end up reliving my childhood first, and I wouldn't just hook up with some random thot
Besides, childhood romance blossoming into something more later in life is a pretty great cliché
That first point is fair, but I'd be sure to wait until I'm well enough able to rear and care for a foal before I get myself bred under any circumstances
The next two points are just memes and you know that
The last point is irrelevant because I'd end up reliving my childhood first, and I wouldn't just hook up with some random thot
Besides, childhood romance blossoming into something more later in life is a pretty great cliché
>>186154
Oh, so turning into a filly gives you the magical ability to sense what kind of gender every single Anon and Femanon who also got turned into a pony were before they got turned into ponies?
Oh, so turning into a filly gives you the magical ability to sense what kind of gender every single Anon and Femanon who also got turned into a pony were before they got turned into ponies?
>>186159
>It simply always goes the same way because I said so
So everyone suddenly has to go by your headcanon?
>It simply always goes the same way because I said so
So everyone suddenly has to go by your headcanon?
Anonymous
No.186163
>>186162
Nah it was something from way back then, that fillies were anons before and femanons became colts because of Twi's magic
Nah it was something from way back then, that fillies were anons before and femanons became colts because of Twi's magic
Anonymous
No.186166
>>186164
>Not him, but some head cannons can make more sense than others.
And Anons always turning into fillies while Femanons always turns into colts, all while having them all knowing that a pony they've never met before was once a human of the opposite gender, makes more sense how exactly?
>Not him, but some head cannons can make more sense than others.
And Anons always turning into fillies while Femanons always turns into colts, all while having them all knowing that a pony they've never met before was once a human of the opposite gender, makes more sense how exactly?
Anonymous
No.186171
>>186112
Her lifestyle advice involves copious swearing, accusations of homosexuality and autistic mumbling, what's not to love?
Her lifestyle advice involves copious swearing, accusations of homosexuality and autistic mumbling, what's not to love?
>>186167
Gay = someone who loves dicks every day.
Fag = A hard worker, or a cigarette.
Whew, Steven is not only gay but also a moron.
Gay = someone who loves dicks every day.
Fag = A hard worker, or a cigarette.
Whew, Steven is not only gay but also a moron.
Anonymous
No.186173
>>186172
Gay = lighthearted and carefree
Fag = a male homosexual
Whew, Sweden is not only a fag but also a moron.
Gay = lighthearted and carefree
Fag = a male homosexual
Whew, Sweden is not only a fag but also a moron.
Anonymous
No.186175
>>186174
>Whew, Sweden is not only a fag but also a moron.
Says the homo who doesn't know the difference between a homosexual person and a cigarette.
>Whew, Sweden is not only a fag but also a moron.
Says the homo who doesn't know the difference between a homosexual person and a cigarette.
>>186167
No u
Had to redo all lineart because of my shitty colouring, forgive me for butchering your art
No u
Had to redo all lineart because of my shitty colouring, forgive me for butchering your art
>>186178
>A faggot, in the meaning of "bundle", is an archaic English unit applied to bundles of certain items. Alternate spellings in Early Modern English include fagate, faget, fagett, faggott, fagot, fagatt, fagott, ffagott, and faggat
>Sometimes called a short faggot, a faggot of sticks equals a bundle of wood sticks or billets that is 3 feet (0.91 m) in length and 2 feet (0.61 m) in circumference. The measurement was standardised in ordinances by 1474. A small short faggot was also called a nicket. A brush-faggot (sometimes shortened to brush) was a bundle of similar size made of brushwood.
That was interesting, thanks.
Also now I request an anonfilly themed shop of pic related.
>A faggot, in the meaning of "bundle", is an archaic English unit applied to bundles of certain items. Alternate spellings in Early Modern English include fagate, faget, fagett, faggott, fagot, fagatt, fagott, ffagott, and faggat
>Sometimes called a short faggot, a faggot of sticks equals a bundle of wood sticks or billets that is 3 feet (0.91 m) in length and 2 feet (0.61 m) in circumference. The measurement was standardised in ordinances by 1474. A small short faggot was also called a nicket. A brush-faggot (sometimes shortened to brush) was a bundle of similar size made of brushwood.
That was interesting, thanks.
Also now I request an anonfilly themed shop of pic related.
Anonymous
No.186199
>>186198
>Alternate spellings in Early Modern English include fagate, faget, fagett, faggott, fagot, fagatt, fagott, ffagott, and faggat
This will come in handy…
>Alternate spellings in Early Modern English include fagate, faget, fagett, faggott, fagot, fagatt, fagott, ffagott, and faggat
This will come in handy…
>>186202
Take a good look at those eyelashes. Eyelashes are very soft, but firm. Imagine you cuddling her head. Imagine her rubbing her face on yours, and those thick, lushous eyelashes softly stroking back and forth. Think about that.
Take a good look at those eyelashes. Eyelashes are very soft, but firm. Imagine you cuddling her head. Imagine her rubbing her face on yours, and those thick, lushous eyelashes softly stroking back and forth. Think about that.
Anonymous
No.186208
>>186207
NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN, YOU WILL NOT CONVERT ME YOU WILL NOT REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN, YOU WILL NOT CONVERT ME YOU WILL NOT REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
>>186223
How many fetishes do you have? I am not a sex enthusiast and do no what to have a fetish discussion, but I am interested in a number. If you will humor me of course.
How many fetishes do you have? I am not a sex enthusiast and do no what to have a fetish discussion, but I am interested in a number. If you will humor me of course.
Anonymous
No.186226
this is a stickup, post all your fillies pardner or so hellp me god
>>186303
what the hell would I need money for, I said give me those dad gum god damn fillies ya dirty varment
what the hell would I need money for, I said give me those dad gum god damn fillies ya dirty varment
Anonymous
No.186305
Anonymous
No.186306
Anonymous
No.186307
Anonymous
No.186308
Anonymous
No.186309
It had to be done.
Anonymous
No.186311
>>186310
I'll begrudgingly admit that that's wonderful and I'm glad that someone finally made filly of that image.
I'll begrudgingly admit that that's wonderful and I'm glad that someone finally made filly of that image.
Which pony is best mom?
>>186314
Memes aside, Twilight would probably be the best momfu due to her pretty much being the god of autism.
Memes aside, Twilight would probably be the best momfu due to her pretty much being the god of autism.
>>186310
Nice work. Still say the eyes need to be bigger, but you're definitely improving. You should consider typing up the text, and maybe using fill instead of wasting time with colored pencils.
Definitely saved.
>>186314
Depends on the Anon. Some need the gentle touch of Flutters, some need to guidelines and boundaries of Twiggles, some are just too far gone and should like with Floor Bored
>>186315 has a point though.
Nice work. Still say the eyes need to be bigger, but you're definitely improving. You should consider typing up the text, and maybe using fill instead of wasting time with colored pencils.
Definitely saved.
>>186314
Depends on the Anon. Some need the gentle touch of Flutters, some need to guidelines and boundaries of Twiggles, some are just too far gone and should like with Floor Bored
>>186315 has a point though.
Lone15
No.186317
>>186316
I don't mind the extra time, plus part of the fun for me is having the complete sketches somewhere physical. Noted on the eyes though.
I don't mind the extra time, plus part of the fun for me is having the complete sketches somewhere physical. Noted on the eyes though.
>>186316
I think it looks better all being traditional. Mixing digital text or color on traditional art looks weird to me.
I think it looks better all being traditional. Mixing digital text or color on traditional art looks weird to me.
Anonymous
No.186319
>>186318
Seconding. You can't really be partway in or out when it comes to hand drawing. Lest we get some Chris Chan style speech bubbles that are either unreadable or obstructive..
Seconding. You can't really be partway in or out when it comes to hand drawing. Lest we get some Chris Chan style speech bubbles that are either unreadable or obstructive..
I may as well formally start writing content again. Felt nice to write the Twiggles post after mostly being dormant and never really getting around to writing paragraph style. Maybe I could start doing momlight as a moderately lewd, slice-of-lifey…rom-com series of sorts? Dunno how to categorize it really since I'm spitballing it in bed now.
I think exploring the possibilities of specific caregivers and their relationship with filly could be fun. But main-line, Twilight is a great fit being such an autist herself.
I also think writing in the moment was a way better idea than longterm planning like what initially happened when I wrote the Ash greens. Makes it so I get my ideas out there without losing steam, getting swamped irl or otherwise just stopping partway through.
I think exploring the possibilities of specific caregivers and their relationship with filly could be fun. But main-line, Twilight is a great fit being such an autist herself.
I also think writing in the moment was a way better idea than longterm planning like what initially happened when I wrote the Ash greens. Makes it so I get my ideas out there without losing steam, getting swamped irl or otherwise just stopping partway through.
Anonymous
No.186339
This is what you fags want, right?
>>186341
Nah fag, Twilight's magic would be instantaneous without that body horror
You have to go back
Nah fag, Twilight's magic would be instantaneous without that body horror
You have to go back
Fuck it, I'll take draw requests as well. Just don't expect much, ya'know.
Anonymous
No.186372
>>186322
There's a lot of opportunity for that. Twilight might be going through estrus and is antsy. On top of that, she's under pressure to find a husband but can't find anyone who's not after her status or not scared off by it. This, on top of having to take care of her adopted alien, is a lot of stress on our favorite book-princess.
Looking forward to what you come up with!
There's a lot of opportunity for that. Twilight might be going through estrus and is antsy. On top of that, she's under pressure to find a husband but can't find anyone who's not after her status or not scared off by it. This, on top of having to take care of her adopted alien, is a lot of stress on our favorite book-princess.
Looking forward to what you come up with!
Anonymous
No.186377
>>186367
Another idea then, Pinkie holding Anonfilly in a unwilling hug, his back/neck being pressed on her chest fluff and legs dwingling in the air while being held by panko
Another idea then, Pinkie holding Anonfilly in a unwilling hug, his back/neck being pressed on her chest fluff and legs dwingling in the air while being held by panko
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>>186314
Derpy
She is gentle, lively, has a strong motherly instinct and will always be there for you. She'll never be too busy to snuggle you. Despite her humble means and occasional airheadedness you know she'll raise you right. Plus you get a sister in the bargain.
Derpy
She is gentle, lively, has a strong motherly instinct and will always be there for you. She'll never be too busy to snuggle you. Despite her humble means and occasional airheadedness you know she'll raise you right. Plus you get a sister in the bargain.
Anonymous
No.186409
Received today !!!
Lots of fillies
>>186404
>Not noticing what she made in the cube faces
Spoiler alert: its "DERP"
Not only memorized but also able to use it to form whatever in the lowest amount of moves
I like to think that she d be able to rival Twilight in learning speed, but cant perform as well because of her condition
>>186425
What idea though? Fillyzilla rampaging thru Ponyville? Stuck inside a room?
Your post is kinda vague tbh
>Not noticing what she made in the cube faces
Spoiler alert: its "DERP"
Not only memorized but also able to use it to form whatever in the lowest amount of moves
I like to think that she d be able to rival Twilight in learning speed, but cant perform as well because of her condition
>>186425
What idea though? Fillyzilla rampaging thru Ponyville? Stuck inside a room?
Your post is kinda vague tbh
>>186436
>1 bit per cup
What a Jew.
You don't pay rent, workers, and all your supplies were undoubtedly paid for by Twilight. You have absolutely 0 overhead but you want one whole bit? That's like the Equestrian version of ~one-two dollars. A bit should buy at least 4 cups. And there's no way Equestria has no lesser currency.
>1 bit per cup
What a Jew.
You don't pay rent, workers, and all your supplies were undoubtedly paid for by Twilight. You have absolutely 0 overhead but you want one whole bit? That's like the Equestrian version of ~one-two dollars. A bit should buy at least 4 cups. And there's no way Equestria has no lesser currency.
Has filly-pee posted yet? It's not a true filly thread until he arrives.
>>186436
That's a really hypnotizing stare…
>ywn be so good at hypnotism that you can trick other ponies into buying AND selling your sweet lemonade
>All while giving you all the bits
>Twilight will never punish you for stealing the book of hypnosis from her library
That's a really hypnotizing stare…
>ywn be so good at hypnotism that you can trick other ponies into buying AND selling your sweet lemonade
>All while giving you all the bits
>Twilight will never punish you for stealing the book of hypnosis from her library
>>186468
>Implying Twiggles doesn't have SCP-levels of anti-memetic countermeasures and cognitohazard contingencies.
>Implying Twiggles doesn't have SCP-levels of anti-memetic countermeasures and cognitohazard contingencies.
>>186479
I actually wrote one for my filly, as well as other SCP references in my green
From the archives of the Tolerate, Befriend, Love Foundation
Item #: TBL-51-LLY
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: TBL-511-LY is to be primarily housed in [REDACTED] under the care of [REDACTED]. TBL-51-LLY must wear a restrictive magical collar (Hereby referred to 51-LLY-1) magically sealed around her neck at all times. 51-LLY-1 is used to automatically implement Containment Protocol Compassion-1, releasing an incapacitating electrical shock to 51-LLY whenever thoughts regarding extradimensional awareness or acts of betrayal are detected. Non-Foundation ponies are to be told that TBL-51-LLY-1 is worn to prevent and minimize epileptic seizures, as strong electrical feedback causes spasms in TBL-51-LLY; this is supported by medical evidence published by the Foundation to ensure secrecy. As of 2/25/854, TBL-51-LLY-1 has been modified to release electricity sub-epidermally, removing any chance of electrocution to herself or others. Failure of TBL-51-LLY-1 could result in a BK-Class Foundation Reveal event, and thus must be checked weekly.
TBL-51-LLY must be regularly supervised by ponies of Class-2 mental stability or higher, excluding schooltime and designated playdates. TBL-51-LLY has frequently shown great prowess in acts of deception and manipulation, and is not to be bargained with under any circumstances. Discussions regarding politics, ethics, and personal issues are to be avoided at all costs, as TBL-51-LLY frequently used these topics to confound and disbalance ponies, forcing them to re-examine their worldview and themselves, giving her ample opportunity to escape or manipulate further.
However, TBL-51-LLY has shown to also be vulnerable to both strategic and emotional manipulation, which is to be exclusively applied by Princess Twilight Sparkle upon containment failure or under reasonable cause. Additionally, TBL-51-LLY has shown mild fear of large bodies of water after Incident 51-LLY-E.
Addendum: TBL-51-LLY is not to interact with [REDACTED] or her family outside of a strictly controlled environment under any circumstances, for both her own benefit and the prevention of a CK-Class Restructure of Equestria event.
Princess Sparkle is exclusively authorized to use any means necessary to punish or control TBL-51-LLY. Any attempts to harm TBL-51-LLY not authorized by Princess Sparkle or a majority vote of the P-5 Council are to be met with deadly force.
Description: TBL-51-LLY is an extradimensional being summoned by [REDACTED] on 10/2/854, incarnated as a notably small and extremely cute green filly with a black mane and tail, aged around nine years old. TBL-51-LLY's biology is identical that of a typical filly, both internally and externally.
Her personality and mind remain intact from her prior existence; thus, TBL-51-LLY has exceptional prowess in the fields of math, language, and sciences due to experience in her false form. However, memory leakage is occuring at a logarithmic rate, having nearly stabilized as of this writing; 'core memories', such as that of loved ones or frequent locales, have degraded to a point near inaccessible.
Anon frequently uses terminology and phrases unknown to any sentient organisms found in Equestria, undoubtedly from her prior existence in Universe 34R-7H. Upon asking TBL-51-LLY about her word choice, she usually responds "Lurk moar faget", assuming Princess Twilight Sparkle and a bar of soap are not present. Otherwise, TBL-51-LLY's response is "Google it"." What 'Google' is is unknown, but a link between it and the mathematical term 'googol' is suspected.
Additionally, TBL-51-LLY is emotionally instable and will frequently alternate between desires for independence and self-sufficiency, and the need for comfort and love. This is likely due to internal conflict, wherein her adult mind fights against the natural instincts of a child; it is also possible that this stems from a lack of attention from her caretakers in her original dimension.
TBL-51-LLY represents a significant threat to Equestrian society should Operation Nurture return no result, but the likelihood of such an outcome is calculated to be less than point one percent. Regardless, TBL-51-LLY is not to be underestimated nor ignored.
I actually wrote one for my filly, as well as other SCP references in my green
From the archives of the Tolerate, Befriend, Love Foundation
Item #: TBL-51-LLY
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: TBL-511-LY is to be primarily housed in [REDACTED] under the care of [REDACTED]. TBL-51-LLY must wear a restrictive magical collar (Hereby referred to 51-LLY-1) magically sealed around her neck at all times. 51-LLY-1 is used to automatically implement Containment Protocol Compassion-1, releasing an incapacitating electrical shock to 51-LLY whenever thoughts regarding extradimensional awareness or acts of betrayal are detected. Non-Foundation ponies are to be told that TBL-51-LLY-1 is worn to prevent and minimize epileptic seizures, as strong electrical feedback causes spasms in TBL-51-LLY; this is supported by medical evidence published by the Foundation to ensure secrecy. As of 2/25/854, TBL-51-LLY-1 has been modified to release electricity sub-epidermally, removing any chance of electrocution to herself or others. Failure of TBL-51-LLY-1 could result in a BK-Class Foundation Reveal event, and thus must be checked weekly.
TBL-51-LLY must be regularly supervised by ponies of Class-2 mental stability or higher, excluding schooltime and designated playdates. TBL-51-LLY has frequently shown great prowess in acts of deception and manipulation, and is not to be bargained with under any circumstances. Discussions regarding politics, ethics, and personal issues are to be avoided at all costs, as TBL-51-LLY frequently used these topics to confound and disbalance ponies, forcing them to re-examine their worldview and themselves, giving her ample opportunity to escape or manipulate further.
However, TBL-51-LLY has shown to also be vulnerable to both strategic and emotional manipulation, which is to be exclusively applied by Princess Twilight Sparkle upon containment failure or under reasonable cause. Additionally, TBL-51-LLY has shown mild fear of large bodies of water after Incident 51-LLY-E.
Addendum: TBL-51-LLY is not to interact with [REDACTED] or her family outside of a strictly controlled environment under any circumstances, for both her own benefit and the prevention of a CK-Class Restructure of Equestria event.
Princess Sparkle is exclusively authorized to use any means necessary to punish or control TBL-51-LLY. Any attempts to harm TBL-51-LLY not authorized by Princess Sparkle or a majority vote of the P-5 Council are to be met with deadly force.
Description: TBL-51-LLY is an extradimensional being summoned by [REDACTED] on 10/2/854, incarnated as a notably small and extremely cute green filly with a black mane and tail, aged around nine years old. TBL-51-LLY's biology is identical that of a typical filly, both internally and externally.
Her personality and mind remain intact from her prior existence; thus, TBL-51-LLY has exceptional prowess in the fields of math, language, and sciences due to experience in her false form. However, memory leakage is occuring at a logarithmic rate, having nearly stabilized as of this writing; 'core memories', such as that of loved ones or frequent locales, have degraded to a point near inaccessible.
Anon frequently uses terminology and phrases unknown to any sentient organisms found in Equestria, undoubtedly from her prior existence in Universe 34R-7H. Upon asking TBL-51-LLY about her word choice, she usually responds "Lurk moar faget", assuming Princess Twilight Sparkle and a bar of soap are not present. Otherwise, TBL-51-LLY's response is "Google it"." What 'Google' is is unknown, but a link between it and the mathematical term 'googol' is suspected.
Additionally, TBL-51-LLY is emotionally instable and will frequently alternate between desires for independence and self-sufficiency, and the need for comfort and love. This is likely due to internal conflict, wherein her adult mind fights against the natural instincts of a child; it is also possible that this stems from a lack of attention from her caretakers in her original dimension.
TBL-51-LLY represents a significant threat to Equestrian society should Operation Nurture return no result, but the likelihood of such an outcome is calculated to be less than point one percent. Regardless, TBL-51-LLY is not to be underestimated nor ignored.
Anonymous
No.186498
Anonymous
No.186506
Can someone filly-fy this image or do something with a tiny filly like that?
I find the idea of "rejects"(orange filly, teal filly, pipsqueak filly and derp filly) forming some sort of alliance against the horde of "normal" green toned filly variations to be quite amusing, kek
Anyway >image is the size i went for the green, maybe slightly smaller, if anyone need a reference
>A few fillies are having a little chat
>Apparently the filly spell can sometimes do a hiccup
>But thanks to magic the effects are not harmful, just amusing
>Not only the filly can end with different colours, like the orange and teal filly
>But apparently it can also mess with a filly size, like this last one from the group
>While she has the same body proportions and looks to be the same age as the rest, she s just slightly taller than a baby
>In the midst of all the questions and jokes, an idea formed in the mind of one of the larger fillies
>"Oh yea? But you definetly wont reach a mares teats like that"
"I can stand under them and just reach my head up, like, just wiggle under Twilight and latch on before she even notices me"
>"Wanna bet on it?"
>The fillies went to hide behind the door to the map room
>Slowly opening the door, they urge the smallest of them forward
>The m6 are having a reunion, but none of them are sitting in their chairs
>Perfect for the challenge, the pipsqueak filly daringly moves inside
>A bet is a bet, and she s winning…
>Whatever the bet was for
>Thanks to her extremely small size, no one notices her approach
>The mares are still talking as she walks under Twilight
>Looking under her forelegs, she can see that only Applejack and Pinkie, who are on Twilight's opposite side, noticed her there
>They re staying silently though, so she turns around moving to her goal
>Aand she cant quite reach
>She would probably be able to rub her nose, but not properly suck on it
>But that d alert Twi-
>AJ: "Uhh Anon? What are ya-"
>Panic grips the filly as she does a little hop on her forehooves to reach her prize
>T: "Aah~ Anon?"
>Pulling the filly away with her magic, she brings her to eye level
>T: "Oh sorry, i know its hard for you to fight all the other fillies for your turn, but mama is busy now and will give you a special round later alright? Just for you"
"Meh, if you say so"
>While she says that, internally she s grinning ear to ear
>Setting her on the ground, Twilight gives her a light push towards the door before going back to her friends
>All fillies on the door are scrunching after seeing and hearing it
>But screw all of them, this will be a glorious night
>She reached it, won the bet and will also get a private round with purple
>Its a good day to be smol~
I find the idea of "rejects"(orange filly, teal filly, pipsqueak filly and derp filly) forming some sort of alliance against the horde of "normal" green toned filly variations to be quite amusing, kek
Anyway >image is the size i went for the green, maybe slightly smaller, if anyone need a reference
>A few fillies are having a little chat
>Apparently the filly spell can sometimes do a hiccup
>But thanks to magic the effects are not harmful, just amusing
>Not only the filly can end with different colours, like the orange and teal filly
>But apparently it can also mess with a filly size, like this last one from the group
>While she has the same body proportions and looks to be the same age as the rest, she s just slightly taller than a baby
>In the midst of all the questions and jokes, an idea formed in the mind of one of the larger fillies
>"Oh yea? But you definetly wont reach a mares teats like that"
"I can stand under them and just reach my head up, like, just wiggle under Twilight and latch on before she even notices me"
>"Wanna bet on it?"
>The fillies went to hide behind the door to the map room
>Slowly opening the door, they urge the smallest of them forward
>The m6 are having a reunion, but none of them are sitting in their chairs
>Perfect for the challenge, the pipsqueak filly daringly moves inside
>A bet is a bet, and she s winning…
>Whatever the bet was for
>Thanks to her extremely small size, no one notices her approach
>The mares are still talking as she walks under Twilight
>Looking under her forelegs, she can see that only Applejack and Pinkie, who are on Twilight's opposite side, noticed her there
>They re staying silently though, so she turns around moving to her goal
>Aand she cant quite reach
>She would probably be able to rub her nose, but not properly suck on it
>But that d alert Twi-
>AJ: "Uhh Anon? What are ya-"
>Panic grips the filly as she does a little hop on her forehooves to reach her prize
>T: "Aah~ Anon?"
>Pulling the filly away with her magic, she brings her to eye level
>T: "Oh sorry, i know its hard for you to fight all the other fillies for your turn, but mama is busy now and will give you a special round later alright? Just for you"
"Meh, if you say so"
>While she says that, internally she s grinning ear to ear
>Setting her on the ground, Twilight gives her a light push towards the door before going back to her friends
>All fillies on the door are scrunching after seeing and hearing it
>But screw all of them, this will be a glorious night
>She reached it, won the bet and will also get a private round with purple
>Its a good day to be smol~
Anonymous
No.186575
>>186572
Can't unsee the circle tool. I just got over deviantautists using circle tool for things like breasts, and then I got reminded.
Reeeeeee
Can't unsee the circle tool. I just got over deviantautists using circle tool for things like breasts, and then I got reminded.
Reeeeeee
Anonymous
No.186579
Anonymous
No.186592
>>186584
I like that a lot more, even if the eyes don't have a perfect circular shape. I think it's because the eyes' shapes are different because of her expression being manic and crazed. In other words, the inconsistencies that make your drawing imperfect, add to its quality.
I like that a lot more, even if the eyes don't have a perfect circular shape. I think it's because the eyes' shapes are different because of her expression being manic and crazed. In other words, the inconsistencies that make your drawing imperfect, add to its quality.
>>186524
>After some consideration, Twilight decides to put the smolest filly in diapers and treat her as a babby anyway.
>After some consideration, Twilight decides to put the smolest filly in diapers and treat her as a babby anyway.
>>186635
Cursed so only older ponies can remove it, to ensure she doesn't speak out of line like that, hmm? That idea is 2lewd
Cursed so only older ponies can remove it, to ensure she doesn't speak out of line like that, hmm? That idea is 2lewd
Anonymous
No.186643
>>186638
>Only older ponies can remove
>Filly will never grow up
>Soon enough only the princessess will be older
>Only older ponies can remove
>Filly will never grow up
>Soon enough only the princessess will be older
>>186671
I meant the Luna pic, diaperfag.
What if Anonfilly developed a crush on Luna and used her status to stalk her?
I meant the Luna pic, diaperfag.
What if Anonfilly developed a crush on Luna and used her status to stalk her?
Methfilly
No.186677
Updating is for faggots and sailors
read: no update because terminal laziness also foreshadowing
read: no update because terminal laziness also foreshadowing
>>186673
>What if Anonfilly developed a crush on Luna and used her status to stalk her?
Would Anonfilly try and keep her crush a secret? Or would every pony know about it?
>What if Anonfilly developed a crush on Luna and used her status to stalk her?
Would Anonfilly try and keep her crush a secret? Or would every pony know about it?
>>186723
Everyone already knows she's a weirdo who uses more angry sounding swears and has some serious mental issues. I don't see why she would even pretend not to stalk Luna.
Maybe she could play it off as how humans do cuteness though~
Everyone already knows she's a weirdo who uses more angry sounding swears and has some serious mental issues. I don't see why she would even pretend not to stalk Luna.
Maybe she could play it off as how humans do cuteness though~
Anonymous
No.186728
1542479347.png (363.9 KB, 1293x1187, AnonfillyDeterminedStareTa….png)
>>186724
>she's a weirdo who uses more angry sounding swears and has some serious mental issues
If you were Anonfilly, then that'd be 100% true.
>she's a weirdo who uses more angry sounding swears and has some serious mental issues
If you were Anonfilly, then that'd be 100% true.
Anonymous
No.186733
Whew, new thread's already on 300 pages. Not gonna bother with a recap this time, but I will drop some pastebin links as usual:
Pastebin Part 1: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G
Pastebin Part 2: https://pastebin.com/CuNuktSQ
I got my recommend from my QE and am now on a week long break from classes and research. So our regularly scheduled filly story will now commence. I believe we were about to explore Dodge City, and someone just rolled a 100…
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I got my recommend from my QE and am now on a week long break from classes and research. So our regularly scheduled filly story will now commence. I believe we were about to explore Dodge City, and someone just rolled a 100…
>>186671
The brain is still developing at that stage, but most likely you still have most of your memories from your old life. How messed up are you while all that is going on?
The brain is still developing at that stage, but most likely you still have most of your memories from your old life. How messed up are you while all that is going on?
>>186756
I think that's an often underexplored part of the concept we're dealing with here. Yes, he has all the same memories of his past, but developmentally he is going to be different. Both physically and mentally, because the brain itself is physical unless you use magic as a cop out of course
I think that's an often underexplored part of the concept we're dealing with here. Yes, he has all the same memories of his past, but developmentally he is going to be different. Both physically and mentally, because the brain itself is physical unless you use magic as a cop out of course
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>>186759
Plot twist: (you) are sharing a mind with a little filly named Anonymous. You both fight for control of the same body, but find yourselves merging into the same being.
Plot twist: (you) are sharing a mind with a little filly named Anonymous. You both fight for control of the same body, but find yourselves merging into the same being.
>>185374 →
New chapter incoming, the pastebin will be updated quickly after I'm done posting this: https://pastebin.com/H5KHNdMA
>>185467 →
>"You humans are bigger worryworts than ponies. Can't you ever learn to live in the moment? Learn from Screwy."
>And thus, a huge weight is lifted from your shoulders.
>Well, it's not like every doubt is gone after only one sentence; you know that despite his words, it's likely best to, at the very least, try not to offend or bother "Screwy" if you don't need to.
>Plus, he left the "call" rather quickly, much quicker than last time at least.
>You're not sure what it could mean, if he's just conserving energy or he actually is upset over you hitting his daughter, upset over giving up on spreading chaos so easily, or-
>"Anon, are you okay? What did Daddy say?"
>Oh right, this might be your room still, but for tonight, you aren't alone in it.
>For some reason, convening with Discord via prayer makes it easy to forget everything else about your surroundings.
"He called me a bigger worrywart than a pony, and to learn from you. That's it."
>She nodded her head in understanding at first, but then tilted it in confusion.
>"Than a pony? What did he mean by that?"
>You're surprised at first, until you remember that the only reason you're a pony is due to Twilight, and that Discord had nothing to do with what your species is.
"Oh, he didn't tell you? I was a human in my past life, and I was a human when I came here. But apprently, I immediately passed out due to several of the bones in my body being broken, so Twilight Sparkle decided to turn me into a pony."
>Your expression becomes contemplative as you "hm" in thought, recalling past questions that you made but were forced to leave unanswered.
"Honestly though, I still don't get how that's easier than just magicking my wounds away without completely changing its biological makeup in the process."
>She simply looks at you with concern, the expression alone indicating that Twilight probably lied to you about something at the very least.
>"You're absolutely right. Hay, if a permanent transformation was easy to make, I bet Daddy would've made you a pony to begin with. He certainly wouldn't leave you a broken mess that could only be saved through such extreme means!"
>You get where she's coming from, but you do have to wonder how a certain detail played into things.
"Are you sure about that first part? He tossed me into Equestria while the Elements of Harmony were petrifying him, so I wouldn't be surprised if he just didn't have the time to do anything more that he could otherwise."
>She jumps forward into her half of the shared bed's pillow, making you wonder how high she would have flown if she were standing up.
>"He what? But that was a thousand years ago! How did I not notice you until now?"
>That's a tricky question, considering how little you know about it yourself.
"Well, I only actually appeared a couple days ago. For some reason, the transport just took a thousand years or so."
>A "hm" of her own is her only response, at least in regards that subject.
>"Anyways, Daddy's absolutely right, and so am I. You don't need to be so worried all the time, at least about myself and Daddy."
>You simply nod your head in agreement and/or resignation, letting the rest of the excitement within you die down for the night.
>"And to repeat it so you know it with absolute certainty, you know that you can never trust me at all."
>Straight back to the world of the living, your mind shoots as you realize what's wrong with the above sentence.
"What."
>She hits you lightly in the shoulder, not enough to hurt but forceful enough to get your full attention.
>"Kidding, kidding, kidding. Well, the punch is for revenge for hitting me earlier, but mostly I wanted to cheer you up."
>You try to come up with some kind of protest, but it dies when you realize that it actually works.
>Yawning for the first time this night, you settle in closer to Screwball, murmering a good night to her.
>With the comfort of your first true, no-strings-attached friend since coming to equestria, and even since your old life began to stagnate, you sleep.
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>>185467 →
>"You humans are bigger worryworts than ponies. Can't you ever learn to live in the moment? Learn from Screwy."
>And thus, a huge weight is lifted from your shoulders.
>Well, it's not like every doubt is gone after only one sentence; you know that despite his words, it's likely best to, at the very least, try not to offend or bother "Screwy" if you don't need to.
>Plus, he left the "call" rather quickly, much quicker than last time at least.
>You're not sure what it could mean, if he's just conserving energy or he actually is upset over you hitting his daughter, upset over giving up on spreading chaos so easily, or-
>"Anon, are you okay? What did Daddy say?"
>Oh right, this might be your room still, but for tonight, you aren't alone in it.
>For some reason, convening with Discord via prayer makes it easy to forget everything else about your surroundings.
"He called me a bigger worrywart than a pony, and to learn from you. That's it."
>She nodded her head in understanding at first, but then tilted it in confusion.
>"Than a pony? What did he mean by that?"
>You're surprised at first, until you remember that the only reason you're a pony is due to Twilight, and that Discord had nothing to do with what your species is.
"Oh, he didn't tell you? I was a human in my past life, and I was a human when I came here. But apprently, I immediately passed out due to several of the bones in my body being broken, so Twilight Sparkle decided to turn me into a pony."
>Your expression becomes contemplative as you "hm" in thought, recalling past questions that you made but were forced to leave unanswered.
"Honestly though, I still don't get how that's easier than just magicking my wounds away without completely changing its biological makeup in the process."
>She simply looks at you with concern, the expression alone indicating that Twilight probably lied to you about something at the very least.
>"You're absolutely right. Hay, if a permanent transformation was easy to make, I bet Daddy would've made you a pony to begin with. He certainly wouldn't leave you a broken mess that could only be saved through such extreme means!"
>You get where she's coming from, but you do have to wonder how a certain detail played into things.
"Are you sure about that first part? He tossed me into Equestria while the Elements of Harmony were petrifying him, so I wouldn't be surprised if he just didn't have the time to do anything more that he could otherwise."
>She jumps forward into her half of the shared bed's pillow, making you wonder how high she would have flown if she were standing up.
>"He what? But that was a thousand years ago! How did I not notice you until now?"
>That's a tricky question, considering how little you know about it yourself.
"Well, I only actually appeared a couple days ago. For some reason, the transport just took a thousand years or so."
>A "hm" of her own is her only response, at least in regards that subject.
>"Anyways, Daddy's absolutely right, and so am I. You don't need to be so worried all the time, at least about myself and Daddy."
>You simply nod your head in agreement and/or resignation, letting the rest of the excitement within you die down for the night.
>"And to repeat it so you know it with absolute certainty, you know that you can never trust me at all."
>Straight back to the world of the living, your mind shoots as you realize what's wrong with the above sentence.
"What."
>She hits you lightly in the shoulder, not enough to hurt but forceful enough to get your full attention.
>"Kidding, kidding, kidding. Well, the punch is for revenge for hitting me earlier, but mostly I wanted to cheer you up."
>You try to come up with some kind of protest, but it dies when you realize that it actually works.
>Yawning for the first time this night, you settle in closer to Screwball, murmering a good night to her.
>With the comfort of your first true, no-strings-attached friend since coming to equestria, and even since your old life began to stagnate, you sleep.
>>186817
>You wake up feeling refreshed and well-rested.
>Stretching out in all directions, you feel for the thing that your brain is telling you should still be here.
>To your confusion, all you find is something that shouldn't be there, taped to your face.
>It's a note in messy writing.
Sorry for leaving so early Anon, the night was great but I can't risk being seen by Princess Twilight. Don't worry about what you should do tonight, I have a plan for the both of us.
~Ballscrew
>Still not fully awake, you wonder why the name looks wrong, but forget about it when you turn the letter over.
>Amusingly, it's the familiar gore-colored note that you originally were going to use to trick Twilight into thinking that you had been kidnapped.
>It's also startling, considering the fact that Twilight could just as easily barge into your room and read the note on your face, as she could barge into the room and discover a sleeping Ballscrew.
>…Wait, wasn't it Screwball?
>Huh.
>Well, if it's important, you can ask her about it tonight.
>The note, that is.
>Otherwise, it's probably safe to assume it's just another one of her weird little jokes.
>Cramming it back into the same drawer you put it in before, you push yourself out of bed and head in a direction you hope will lead to the kitchen before you starve to death.
>…
>By the time you reach the kitchen, you're seriously wondering why Twilight needs so much castle to herself when other than you, she's the only one living here.
>Wait, is that true?
>You remember Twilight of the show having a little dragon companion that she lived with, who was called something along the lines of "Spike".
>Now that you think about it, where is he?
>Tucking it in the back of your mind, you make yourself a sandwich and wait for Twilight to swing by.
>…
>You're done eating, but Twilight still hasn't showed up yet at all.
>Nervousness tucks its way into your gut, making you wonder if everything's really fine.
>Without any better option, you head out towards a direction that probably leads to an exit.
>Even if you can't find Twilight yourself, you should at least be able to find out where she is from another person, given that she's a princess.
>…
>Once outside, you're relieved to see the usual crowds of townspeople, going about their day just like any other.
>Tapping the leg of the closest mare to you, you ask about the question on your mind.
>"Oh, the Princess? Everypony knows she locks herself in her magical lab on Saturdays. If you need her for anything, you'll just have to come back to the castle tomorrow."
>Feigning disappointment, you look down in what actually is frustration and annoyance at Twilight's blatant negligence.
>To think that you were almost concerned about her!
>Sighing, you turn to leave when the same mare puts her hoof on your back to stop you.
>"Say, what did you need from the Princess? If it's important, I am a unicorn, so there's a chance I may be able to help."
>Looking upwards, you confirm that the mint green mare with golden eyes in front of you is indeed a unicorn.
>You consider lying at first, before you remember that this is Twilight you would be talking about, so you probably won't even need to.
"Well, I don't exactly need anything from her at this exact moment, but she is supposed to be my adopted mother…"
>You wake up feeling refreshed and well-rested.
>Stretching out in all directions, you feel for the thing that your brain is telling you should still be here.
>To your confusion, all you find is something that shouldn't be there, taped to your face.
>It's a note in messy writing.
Sorry for leaving so early Anon, the night was great but I can't risk being seen by Princess Twilight. Don't worry about what you should do tonight, I have a plan for the both of us.
~Ballscrew
>Still not fully awake, you wonder why the name looks wrong, but forget about it when you turn the letter over.
>Amusingly, it's the familiar gore-colored note that you originally were going to use to trick Twilight into thinking that you had been kidnapped.
>It's also startling, considering the fact that Twilight could just as easily barge into your room and read the note on your face, as she could barge into the room and discover a sleeping Ballscrew.
>…Wait, wasn't it Screwball?
>Huh.
>Well, if it's important, you can ask her about it tonight.
>The note, that is.
>Otherwise, it's probably safe to assume it's just another one of her weird little jokes.
>Cramming it back into the same drawer you put it in before, you push yourself out of bed and head in a direction you hope will lead to the kitchen before you starve to death.
>…
>By the time you reach the kitchen, you're seriously wondering why Twilight needs so much castle to herself when other than you, she's the only one living here.
>Wait, is that true?
>You remember Twilight of the show having a little dragon companion that she lived with, who was called something along the lines of "Spike".
>Now that you think about it, where is he?
>Tucking it in the back of your mind, you make yourself a sandwich and wait for Twilight to swing by.
>…
>You're done eating, but Twilight still hasn't showed up yet at all.
>Nervousness tucks its way into your gut, making you wonder if everything's really fine.
>Without any better option, you head out towards a direction that probably leads to an exit.
>Even if you can't find Twilight yourself, you should at least be able to find out where she is from another person, given that she's a princess.
>…
>Once outside, you're relieved to see the usual crowds of townspeople, going about their day just like any other.
>Tapping the leg of the closest mare to you, you ask about the question on your mind.
>"Oh, the Princess? Everypony knows she locks herself in her magical lab on Saturdays. If you need her for anything, you'll just have to come back to the castle tomorrow."
>Feigning disappointment, you look down in what actually is frustration and annoyance at Twilight's blatant negligence.
>To think that you were almost concerned about her!
>Sighing, you turn to leave when the same mare puts her hoof on your back to stop you.
>"Say, what did you need from the Princess? If it's important, I am a unicorn, so there's a chance I may be able to help."
>Looking upwards, you confirm that the mint green mare with golden eyes in front of you is indeed a unicorn.
>You consider lying at first, before you remember that this is Twilight you would be talking about, so you probably won't even need to.
"Well, I don't exactly need anything from her at this exact moment, but she is supposed to be my adopted mother…"
>>186820
Post 3:
>As soon as you blink, the outraged unicorn drags you into the castle, navigating its nonsensical layout startlingly well.
>Before long, you see a big, black door that doesn't really fit with the rest of the decor of the castle.
>It's definitely the kind of door that would fit with some secret, evil lab, though.
>Your thinking is interrupted by words that are sharp and direct, and hardly the language you'd consider "safe", or at least "polite", when speaking with royalty of any kind.
>"Princess Twilight, what the buck do you think you're doing?"
>Twilight's response is, in comparison, far quieter and more distracted.
>"Lyra? What are you doing in here?"
>Lyra, as she's apparently called, doesn't back down when tossing accusations at her princess, either.
>"First off, why are you leaving your own child, adopted or otherwise, to wander around without knowing at all where you are?"
>Her gasp is audible as you silently cheer for your now second favorite pony.
>"And secondly, why did you tell nopony about you actually having an adoption?"
>That is a good point, you honestly thought that she had told everyone about you already.
>Her friends at least recognised you, though now that you think about it, the CMC had no idea who you are, and the other random ponies she threw you at probably didn't know about you either.
>There's a ruckus from behind the door, as if Twilight's kicking things around as she makes her way over.
>"Gah, I'll be out in a second!"
>Eventually, she does open up the door and step out.
>When she does, he mane looks like a mushroom cloud and her entire body looks like she just tried to play "Santa down the chimney" but lost.
>"So, what were you saying, Lyra?"
>You hadn't realized it until now, but Lyra really had lost just about all of her patience by the time Twilight opened the door.
>"As I was saying, Princess, you have no right to just abandon your adopted child in her room and leave her completely confused!"
>However, Twilight isn't phased at all by the green unicorn's anger.
>"I'll have you know I put a note on her door!"
>You feel a little awkward about that, realizing that you jumped to conclusions a little bit there when you could have just checked your door.
>Lyra disagrees, though.
>"The outside of her door? You mean the one spot a pony who just woke up would never think to check? Come on Princess Twilight, you're better than that!"
>Considering that one thing you hadn't before, she does have a point.
>Plus, on the bright side, this means that at least you're no longer looping back to the beginning whenever you try to look around the Castle.
>If you had that time, you would've noticed the note for sure!
>As a bonus, Twilight's losing ground in the discussion quickly.
>"Uh… W-well, so what? The problem is all resolved now, okay? So, you can just go away!"
>So of course, she does what any whiny bitch does when you corner them and locks herself back into the seclusion of her little private room.
>Lyra fruitlessly bangs on the door and shouts at Twilight for a few minutes longer, before giving up and leading you back out of the castle.
Post 3:
>As soon as you blink, the outraged unicorn drags you into the castle, navigating its nonsensical layout startlingly well.
>Before long, you see a big, black door that doesn't really fit with the rest of the decor of the castle.
>It's definitely the kind of door that would fit with some secret, evil lab, though.
>Your thinking is interrupted by words that are sharp and direct, and hardly the language you'd consider "safe", or at least "polite", when speaking with royalty of any kind.
>"Princess Twilight, what the buck do you think you're doing?"
>Twilight's response is, in comparison, far quieter and more distracted.
>"Lyra? What are you doing in here?"
>Lyra, as she's apparently called, doesn't back down when tossing accusations at her princess, either.
>"First off, why are you leaving your own child, adopted or otherwise, to wander around without knowing at all where you are?"
>Her gasp is audible as you silently cheer for your now second favorite pony.
>"And secondly, why did you tell nopony about you actually having an adoption?"
>That is a good point, you honestly thought that she had told everyone about you already.
>Her friends at least recognised you, though now that you think about it, the CMC had no idea who you are, and the other random ponies she threw you at probably didn't know about you either.
>There's a ruckus from behind the door, as if Twilight's kicking things around as she makes her way over.
>"Gah, I'll be out in a second!"
>Eventually, she does open up the door and step out.
>When she does, he mane looks like a mushroom cloud and her entire body looks like she just tried to play "Santa down the chimney" but lost.
>"So, what were you saying, Lyra?"
>You hadn't realized it until now, but Lyra really had lost just about all of her patience by the time Twilight opened the door.
>"As I was saying, Princess, you have no right to just abandon your adopted child in her room and leave her completely confused!"
>However, Twilight isn't phased at all by the green unicorn's anger.
>"I'll have you know I put a note on her door!"
>You feel a little awkward about that, realizing that you jumped to conclusions a little bit there when you could have just checked your door.
>Lyra disagrees, though.
>"The outside of her door? You mean the one spot a pony who just woke up would never think to check? Come on Princess Twilight, you're better than that!"
>Considering that one thing you hadn't before, she does have a point.
>Plus, on the bright side, this means that at least you're no longer looping back to the beginning whenever you try to look around the Castle.
>If you had that time, you would've noticed the note for sure!
>As a bonus, Twilight's losing ground in the discussion quickly.
>"Uh… W-well, so what? The problem is all resolved now, okay? So, you can just go away!"
>So of course, she does what any whiny bitch does when you corner them and locks herself back into the seclusion of her little private room.
>Lyra fruitlessly bangs on the door and shouts at Twilight for a few minutes longer, before giving up and leading you back out of the castle.
>>186821
>"Anyways, my name is Lyra Heartstrings."
>You were sitting with her in Sugarcube corner, as she decided to take you for a treat since nothing else was happening today.
"My legal name is Emerald Dawn, but you can call me Anon."
>One head tilt later, and she's asking you why you would have her call you that.
"It was what I was called before I was adopted. For some reason, she had it changed, and has insisted on calling me "Emerald" ever since. I really don't like it though, just like how I dislike a lot of what she does to me."
>A mixture of concern and sympathy shows in her expression, and moreso when she speaks.
>"How much about your life has she forced on you like that?"
>Now that you think about it, it really is a lot, isn't it?
>You describe to her most parts of your life in Ponyville so far: What you've been allowed to do, which ponies you met, when you could "do what you want" however limited that is, even the adoption itself.
>You also thinkg about the other aspect too, the ones that you can't really tell her about easily, such as your species, gender, and physical age.
>"That sounds horrible, like the exact opposite way I'd want to raise my foal if I had one."
>Huh, at first you had assumed that she was a mother.
"Really? You fooled me when you were bringing the talk to Twilight like that- about not having a foal, that is."
>But, she simply waves it off like it's no big deal.
>"Oh yeah, my friends say I'd make a great mother all the time, too. It's just so hard to find the right stallion though, there's so few of them here in Ponyville but I don't really have the bits to just up and move to a different town."
>Darn, you were hoping that maybe you could arrange something that would cause Lyra to adopt you, but the bit problem alone sounds like it would make feeding you difficult.
"Well, I can only wish you luck in finding that special somepony."
>"Aw, thanks, that's sweet of you Anon. I don't really need it though, I'm not in a hurry. I've actually already found someone, and I write to him frequently. Right now, it's mostly a matter of saving up money."
>You blink, half curious as to who she has her eyes on and half ready to tune her out even before she can start telling epics in the name of her beloved.
"Okay, instead I'll wish you luck in saving up enough money."
>She laughs, but then you agree the end the conversation and leave.
>"I'll see you again later?"
"Sure, anytime."
>…
>You've been wandering the village for a while now, still not sure what to do.
>Sure, Screwball said you didn't have to plan for tonight's chaos, but that's basically your only idea for what to do in the day.
>You can't find the CMC either, no matter where you look.
>It is a Saturday, so unless this world is far more different than you thought, they should be out of school today.
>Your only other ideas for what to do have some kind of price attached to each, which isn't really an option since you don't have any money at all.
>For just a second, you regret not paying attention to when Twilight was touring the town and its resident children.
>Though, there are those more long-term plans that you came up with yesterday, specifically about that love poison and the book that's still hopefully in Twilight's library.
>Screwball only said you didn't have to plan for tonight, after all.
>"Anyways, my name is Lyra Heartstrings."
>You were sitting with her in Sugarcube corner, as she decided to take you for a treat since nothing else was happening today.
"My legal name is Emerald Dawn, but you can call me Anon."
>One head tilt later, and she's asking you why you would have her call you that.
"It was what I was called before I was adopted. For some reason, she had it changed, and has insisted on calling me "Emerald" ever since. I really don't like it though, just like how I dislike a lot of what she does to me."
>A mixture of concern and sympathy shows in her expression, and moreso when she speaks.
>"How much about your life has she forced on you like that?"
>Now that you think about it, it really is a lot, isn't it?
>You describe to her most parts of your life in Ponyville so far: What you've been allowed to do, which ponies you met, when you could "do what you want" however limited that is, even the adoption itself.
>You also thinkg about the other aspect too, the ones that you can't really tell her about easily, such as your species, gender, and physical age.
>"That sounds horrible, like the exact opposite way I'd want to raise my foal if I had one."
>Huh, at first you had assumed that she was a mother.
"Really? You fooled me when you were bringing the talk to Twilight like that- about not having a foal, that is."
>But, she simply waves it off like it's no big deal.
>"Oh yeah, my friends say I'd make a great mother all the time, too. It's just so hard to find the right stallion though, there's so few of them here in Ponyville but I don't really have the bits to just up and move to a different town."
>Darn, you were hoping that maybe you could arrange something that would cause Lyra to adopt you, but the bit problem alone sounds like it would make feeding you difficult.
"Well, I can only wish you luck in finding that special somepony."
>"Aw, thanks, that's sweet of you Anon. I don't really need it though, I'm not in a hurry. I've actually already found someone, and I write to him frequently. Right now, it's mostly a matter of saving up money."
>You blink, half curious as to who she has her eyes on and half ready to tune her out even before she can start telling epics in the name of her beloved.
"Okay, instead I'll wish you luck in saving up enough money."
>She laughs, but then you agree the end the conversation and leave.
>"I'll see you again later?"
"Sure, anytime."
>…
>You've been wandering the village for a while now, still not sure what to do.
>Sure, Screwball said you didn't have to plan for tonight's chaos, but that's basically your only idea for what to do in the day.
>You can't find the CMC either, no matter where you look.
>It is a Saturday, so unless this world is far more different than you thought, they should be out of school today.
>Your only other ideas for what to do have some kind of price attached to each, which isn't really an option since you don't have any money at all.
>For just a second, you regret not paying attention to when Twilight was touring the town and its resident children.
>Though, there are those more long-term plans that you came up with yesterday, specifically about that love poison and the book that's still hopefully in Twilight's library.
>Screwball only said you didn't have to plan for tonight, after all.
>>186822
>Nothing.
>It's been hours already, but there are just too many books to reasonably search through.
>It really doesn't help that you know nothing about the book itself.
>Crap, you thought this would be the easier option just because your life probably wouldn't be put into extreme danger just to gather the materials.
>Instead, it's the next best thing to impossible.
>You groan outwardly just as Twilight walks in.
>"Having trouble finding the right book?"
>You look over at the door, where a freshly cleaned princess stands.
>"I know that feeling well. I also know this library well, so just tell me what kind of book you want and I'll be able to grab the best one for you."
>Well, at the end of the day, Twilight is still Twilight.
>While you can't tell her what exactly you've been looking for, you can at least ask for something useful.
>You've just gotta word it the right way.
"Sure. I want a really chaotic story, where crazy things are happening all the time. Can you find me a book like that?"
>Or you could just be one step away from being direct.
>It's not like she really has a reason to suspect you of desiring to release Discord, after all.
>"Yeah absolutely. Just give me a second…"
>Already, dozens of books are floating through the air, floating around twilight for a moment or two before either landing on a nearby table for folding themselves neatly back into the slots where they came from.
>By the time she's done, the table has collected a decent pile of varying-size tomes.
>Looking them over, it's actually hard to decide on just one.
>They're all different in concept due to the rather vague definition you gave her.
>Perilous adventures, town destruction, monsters of all sizes, war, criminal activities, the apolalypse; possibilities swirl in your mind from the covers alone.
>There's even a book detailing Discord's rule, but you decide it's too obvious of a choice, at least in the sense that Twilight might become curious/suspicious about your interests.
>As you browse, a thought comes to mind, about the other idea that the CMC gave you.
"Oh, and uh, I almost forgot; What's the best wilderness survival guide I can find here?"
>You can tell it's not what Twilight expected from the shocked-to-concerned look on her face.
>"What, exactly, would you need that for? You're not exactly planning to try exploring the Everfree or something, are you?"
>Fighting back a sarcastic response about how you (probably) wouldn't have thought of that until she mentioned it, you answer in as neutral of a tone as you can.
"No, I just thinking about how little I know about this land, about how easy it might be for me to be tricked by something just because I think I know how it works, based off of my old world."
>But, instead of just letting it go, she stomps her hoof once and presses you with an accusatory tone.
>"Alright, this is the third odd thing you've done this past couple days, so spill it. What are you hiding from me, Emerald?"
>Shit, looks like this is payback for you pressing your luck.
>Quick, gotta reason fast.
"What, I can't be odd without hiding something? Why do ponies like Pinkie Pie get a free pass from you?"
>"Because I already know why and how she does what she does. But you? I've seen you tell an obvious lie for reasons that I just can get, for the third time now. First off, your cutie mark is clearly not a brand. Secondly, ponies don't just brush off nightmares that force blood-curtling screams out of them as if they're just mildly awkward. And, your choice in literature can't be a coincidence as well!"
>Uh oh, looks like she's trying to piece things together.
>"Earlier, you asked me about somepony that you called Discord, as if you expected me to know something about it."
>She leans even closer to you, so much so that you're just hairs away from booping each other.
>"What do you know about Discord?"
>Nothing.
>It's been hours already, but there are just too many books to reasonably search through.
>It really doesn't help that you know nothing about the book itself.
>Crap, you thought this would be the easier option just because your life probably wouldn't be put into extreme danger just to gather the materials.
>Instead, it's the next best thing to impossible.
>You groan outwardly just as Twilight walks in.
>"Having trouble finding the right book?"
>You look over at the door, where a freshly cleaned princess stands.
>"I know that feeling well. I also know this library well, so just tell me what kind of book you want and I'll be able to grab the best one for you."
>Well, at the end of the day, Twilight is still Twilight.
>While you can't tell her what exactly you've been looking for, you can at least ask for something useful.
>You've just gotta word it the right way.
"Sure. I want a really chaotic story, where crazy things are happening all the time. Can you find me a book like that?"
>Or you could just be one step away from being direct.
>It's not like she really has a reason to suspect you of desiring to release Discord, after all.
>"Yeah absolutely. Just give me a second…"
>Already, dozens of books are floating through the air, floating around twilight for a moment or two before either landing on a nearby table for folding themselves neatly back into the slots where they came from.
>By the time she's done, the table has collected a decent pile of varying-size tomes.
>Looking them over, it's actually hard to decide on just one.
>They're all different in concept due to the rather vague definition you gave her.
>Perilous adventures, town destruction, monsters of all sizes, war, criminal activities, the apolalypse; possibilities swirl in your mind from the covers alone.
>There's even a book detailing Discord's rule, but you decide it's too obvious of a choice, at least in the sense that Twilight might become curious/suspicious about your interests.
>As you browse, a thought comes to mind, about the other idea that the CMC gave you.
"Oh, and uh, I almost forgot; What's the best wilderness survival guide I can find here?"
>You can tell it's not what Twilight expected from the shocked-to-concerned look on her face.
>"What, exactly, would you need that for? You're not exactly planning to try exploring the Everfree or something, are you?"
>Fighting back a sarcastic response about how you (probably) wouldn't have thought of that until she mentioned it, you answer in as neutral of a tone as you can.
"No, I just thinking about how little I know about this land, about how easy it might be for me to be tricked by something just because I think I know how it works, based off of my old world."
>But, instead of just letting it go, she stomps her hoof once and presses you with an accusatory tone.
>"Alright, this is the third odd thing you've done this past couple days, so spill it. What are you hiding from me, Emerald?"
>Shit, looks like this is payback for you pressing your luck.
>Quick, gotta reason fast.
"What, I can't be odd without hiding something? Why do ponies like Pinkie Pie get a free pass from you?"
>"Because I already know why and how she does what she does. But you? I've seen you tell an obvious lie for reasons that I just can get, for the third time now. First off, your cutie mark is clearly not a brand. Secondly, ponies don't just brush off nightmares that force blood-curtling screams out of them as if they're just mildly awkward. And, your choice in literature can't be a coincidence as well!"
>Uh oh, looks like she's trying to piece things together.
>"Earlier, you asked me about somepony that you called Discord, as if you expected me to know something about it."
>She leans even closer to you, so much so that you're just hairs away from booping each other.
>"What do you know about Discord?"
>>186823
>Unsteadily, you force yourself to act relieved, forcing a sight out that doesn't actually relieve any of your tension at all.
>It'll be weird to talk about the show to her, but that's fine.
>With luck, it'll let her forget about your lies that she's caught on to.
"Oh, well… I didn't want to bring it up because it'll be weird to explain, but there's a cartoon on Television starring you."
>She frowns in confusion, making you remember that TVs don't exactly exist in the show, at least according to your memories.
"I guess you haven't heard of one, but it's a machine that shows moving pictures alongside audio. Basically, where I come from, your life was a source of entertainment for many enthusiastic fans."
>"So what does that have to do with-"
"There was a set of two episodes featuring Discord as a villain."
>Thankfully, she shuts up when you interrupt with something shocking, just like last time.
"It's really just because it's a detail of the show that didn't line up with reality-"
>Nevermind.
>Instead, she interrupts you by stomping her hoof down unnervingly close to your own leg.
>"Okay, cut the outlandish excuses. What's the real reason?"
>Damn, she won't buy it.
>Not easily, at least.
"I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth that you are looking for."
>But, she just offers a sigh of her own- a long, exaserbated sigh of someone thoroughly exausted.
>"Okay, go ahead, just feed me more useless, false, and/or irrelevent facts. I hoped you would be able to trust me at least a little, but nooo, you always have to double down and make up something new. I see how it is, Emerald Dawn."
>Once again, her words only irk you futher as she turns around and walks away.
>She's miffed because she can't trust you?
>Even after this morning, forcing all this change and adoption on you, after everything she's done to you?
>…Now that you think about it, it's totally what you should've expected from her.
>That aside, this does feel just a bit extreme for someone that should just see what you're saying as plain ridiculousness.
"Just one thing: What makes you so sure I'm lying?"
>She doesn't even turn to look at you as she gives her response.
>"After you do it three times in front of me, it becomes obvious when you're lying or when you're genuine in your answer."
>No further words are exchanged, and the door closes with no further ceremony.
>Still, at least you have the discord-related books.
>You'll have to find the survival book yourself, though.
>Finding the nearest window, you see that it's getting pretty dark out now.
>You suppose that you'll simply have to look tomorrow.
>…
>Stepping back into your room, a sense of something fills you.
>Is it simple unease?
>Guilt over lying so much?
>Nervousness about Screwball's plan?
>For too long, you pace in your room aimlessly, trapped in your thoughts about all that Twilight said, and what you hadn't known until now that she had been able to figure out.
>You're almost so distracted that you miss the tap tap tapping on your bedroom window.
>Almost.
>Unsteadily, you force yourself to act relieved, forcing a sight out that doesn't actually relieve any of your tension at all.
>It'll be weird to talk about the show to her, but that's fine.
>With luck, it'll let her forget about your lies that she's caught on to.
"Oh, well… I didn't want to bring it up because it'll be weird to explain, but there's a cartoon on Television starring you."
>She frowns in confusion, making you remember that TVs don't exactly exist in the show, at least according to your memories.
"I guess you haven't heard of one, but it's a machine that shows moving pictures alongside audio. Basically, where I come from, your life was a source of entertainment for many enthusiastic fans."
>"So what does that have to do with-"
"There was a set of two episodes featuring Discord as a villain."
>Thankfully, she shuts up when you interrupt with something shocking, just like last time.
"It's really just because it's a detail of the show that didn't line up with reality-"
>Nevermind.
>Instead, she interrupts you by stomping her hoof down unnervingly close to your own leg.
>"Okay, cut the outlandish excuses. What's the real reason?"
>Damn, she won't buy it.
>Not easily, at least.
"I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth that you are looking for."
>But, she just offers a sigh of her own- a long, exaserbated sigh of someone thoroughly exausted.
>"Okay, go ahead, just feed me more useless, false, and/or irrelevent facts. I hoped you would be able to trust me at least a little, but nooo, you always have to double down and make up something new. I see how it is, Emerald Dawn."
>Once again, her words only irk you futher as she turns around and walks away.
>She's miffed because she can't trust you?
>Even after this morning, forcing all this change and adoption on you, after everything she's done to you?
>…Now that you think about it, it's totally what you should've expected from her.
>That aside, this does feel just a bit extreme for someone that should just see what you're saying as plain ridiculousness.
"Just one thing: What makes you so sure I'm lying?"
>She doesn't even turn to look at you as she gives her response.
>"After you do it three times in front of me, it becomes obvious when you're lying or when you're genuine in your answer."
>No further words are exchanged, and the door closes with no further ceremony.
>Still, at least you have the discord-related books.
>You'll have to find the survival book yourself, though.
>Finding the nearest window, you see that it's getting pretty dark out now.
>You suppose that you'll simply have to look tomorrow.
>…
>Stepping back into your room, a sense of something fills you.
>Is it simple unease?
>Guilt over lying so much?
>Nervousness about Screwball's plan?
>For too long, you pace in your room aimlessly, trapped in your thoughts about all that Twilight said, and what you hadn't known until now that she had been able to figure out.
>You're almost so distracted that you miss the tap tap tapping on your bedroom window.
>Almost.
>>186824
>You open up the window for Screwball this time, watching in awe as the tiny propeller on her hat alone is seemingly able to fly her entire body through the not-so-wide opening.
>Her greeting isn't exactly too happy, however.
>"Anon, word on the Street of Chaos is that you've been getting careless."
>You're surprised, having never heard of any kind of "Street of Chaos" before.
"There's a Street of Chaos? Where? And who found that out?"
>But, she just giggles as you realize your folly.
>"We're the only members right now, but as for who told me, you of course! You were looking pretty grim as I came in, so I figured something must've happened."
>She had been idly looking around your room as she speak, but suddenly, her head snaps towards you.
>You see tiny stars in her eyes as she speaks.
>"I want juicy, juicy details~!"
>You struggle to resist facepalming as you describe how much Twilight has put together.
>"Oh, wait, so you actually had been careless? I thought you'd say that you had carelessly walked into my trap when I accused you of being careless. This is just troubling."
>Now you do facepalm, rather hard in fact.
>Well, it's not like you wouldn't have told her regardless, but it's still awkward to see just how badly you stumbled into that."
>"Besides, why were you looking for more ideas? Didn't I tell you that you didn't have to look today?"
>You wonder for a second, trying to remember if you had already told her why.
>You thought you did, but then again you could have missed that.
"You only told me I didn't have to plan for tonight. I wanted to get ideas for other nights…"
>Instead of a smile or at least a curious expression, her frown only deepens.
>"I wanted you to take a small break from all of that before tonight. You really have a one-track mind. Didn't you have any kind of hobbies before coming here?"
>That is a good question, now that you think about it.
>Before, you really didn't have much of any kind of hobby.
>It was just eat, work, maybe play some video games, sleep, repeat.
"Well, not really. Actually, my old life had been really boring."
>"Geez, just how long have you been dead?"
>Scratching your head, you feel discomfort rise up within you, contemplating if you should even think about the answer to that question.
"Okay, don't answer that, I can tell already that it's been more than the thousand years you were actually dead. Back to my point, you really should focus on yourself during the day. I can handle planning myself."
>You're not sure if you'll ever get used to Screwball telling you to focus less on chaos.
>Actually, that seems like a good question to you; shouldn't she be wanting her daddy freed as soon as possible?
>You voice your concerns, but that only ellicits a long groan from her.
>"Okay, it's cute and all that you're so worried about Daddy, but, uh… you're useless if you get caught!"
>For a second there, it looked like you had actually backed her into a corner, that you were about to make her realize just what she was arguing.
>But you have to admit that's a pretty good point, you won't be able to do anything if you get locked in a dungeon/padded cell.
"Alright, but how am I supposed to even start a hobby? I don't exactly have money on me, nor do I have many easy means of getting it."
>Cue eye roll.
>"Well you could have asked Twilight if you hadn't tried to act weird around her, or you could have asked your friends if you actually stopped to make some."
>You stare at her blanky, but she forces a response at you by returning the blank glare even harder.
"Okay fine, I'll actually try to play nice tomorrow. Can we get on with your plan, though? Time's ticking."
>"Good. Also, for this time only, I'll get you a bit of money for you to play with, if that's really your excuse to not get a hobby."
>Oh joy, so you're going to be robbing something tonight…
"Oh, and before I forget again, what have you actually been doing this past thousand years?"
>She stops, her expression shifting to an embarressed smile as she scratches the back of her head.
>"Well, you see, I can't figure out how to contact daddy like you can…"
>So, she just did nothing, by the sound of it.
>Maybe you really don't need to worry so much about Discord being so impatient.
>You open up the window for Screwball this time, watching in awe as the tiny propeller on her hat alone is seemingly able to fly her entire body through the not-so-wide opening.
>Her greeting isn't exactly too happy, however.
>"Anon, word on the Street of Chaos is that you've been getting careless."
>You're surprised, having never heard of any kind of "Street of Chaos" before.
"There's a Street of Chaos? Where? And who found that out?"
>But, she just giggles as you realize your folly.
>"We're the only members right now, but as for who told me, you of course! You were looking pretty grim as I came in, so I figured something must've happened."
>She had been idly looking around your room as she speak, but suddenly, her head snaps towards you.
>You see tiny stars in her eyes as she speaks.
>"I want juicy, juicy details~!"
>You struggle to resist facepalming as you describe how much Twilight has put together.
>"Oh, wait, so you actually had been careless? I thought you'd say that you had carelessly walked into my trap when I accused you of being careless. This is just troubling."
>Now you do facepalm, rather hard in fact.
>Well, it's not like you wouldn't have told her regardless, but it's still awkward to see just how badly you stumbled into that."
>"Besides, why were you looking for more ideas? Didn't I tell you that you didn't have to look today?"
>You wonder for a second, trying to remember if you had already told her why.
>You thought you did, but then again you could have missed that.
"You only told me I didn't have to plan for tonight. I wanted to get ideas for other nights…"
>Instead of a smile or at least a curious expression, her frown only deepens.
>"I wanted you to take a small break from all of that before tonight. You really have a one-track mind. Didn't you have any kind of hobbies before coming here?"
>That is a good question, now that you think about it.
>Before, you really didn't have much of any kind of hobby.
>It was just eat, work, maybe play some video games, sleep, repeat.
"Well, not really. Actually, my old life had been really boring."
>"Geez, just how long have you been dead?"
>Scratching your head, you feel discomfort rise up within you, contemplating if you should even think about the answer to that question.
"Okay, don't answer that, I can tell already that it's been more than the thousand years you were actually dead. Back to my point, you really should focus on yourself during the day. I can handle planning myself."
>You're not sure if you'll ever get used to Screwball telling you to focus less on chaos.
>Actually, that seems like a good question to you; shouldn't she be wanting her daddy freed as soon as possible?
>You voice your concerns, but that only ellicits a long groan from her.
>"Okay, it's cute and all that you're so worried about Daddy, but, uh… you're useless if you get caught!"
>For a second there, it looked like you had actually backed her into a corner, that you were about to make her realize just what she was arguing.
>But you have to admit that's a pretty good point, you won't be able to do anything if you get locked in a dungeon/padded cell.
"Alright, but how am I supposed to even start a hobby? I don't exactly have money on me, nor do I have many easy means of getting it."
>Cue eye roll.
>"Well you could have asked Twilight if you hadn't tried to act weird around her, or you could have asked your friends if you actually stopped to make some."
>You stare at her blanky, but she forces a response at you by returning the blank glare even harder.
"Okay fine, I'll actually try to play nice tomorrow. Can we get on with your plan, though? Time's ticking."
>"Good. Also, for this time only, I'll get you a bit of money for you to play with, if that's really your excuse to not get a hobby."
>Oh joy, so you're going to be robbing something tonight…
"Oh, and before I forget again, what have you actually been doing this past thousand years?"
>She stops, her expression shifting to an embarressed smile as she scratches the back of her head.
>"Well, you see, I can't figure out how to contact daddy like you can…"
>So, she just did nothing, by the sound of it.
>Maybe you really don't need to worry so much about Discord being so impatient.
>>186826
>Be Crowbar, a middle-aged stallion watching over one of many banks in Canterlot from the top of a hill, a few hours after midnight.
>It's not heavily well guarded, but there's enough ponies in and out to tell you that this isn't going to be too easy.
>As long as you have your namesake by your side, you believe in your ability to fight you way out of any bad situation.
>It hasn't failed you yet in your other break-ins, after all.
>As you descend towards the bank, you notice something peculiar about the ponies going in and out of the bank.
>They're not calmly trotting in or out, they're sprinting in and out with frantic confusion written all over their faces.
>Plus, not that you can see them better, there's actually a mix of royal guard armor in with the various types of bandit-esque clothing, both from those rushing in, and those rushing out.
>You had been apprehensive when that green filly told you about how the guards would be so busy, that you could just walk in and take what you wanted without worry about being caught.
>But now, you see just how much she might've actually been right.
>Chuckling to yourself, you trot in line with all of the other thieves flooding the bank, ready for riches but also to pound some ponies if/when things get nasty.
>…
>As it turns out, the inside is far more hectic than you expected.
>Drawers and papers fly everywhere, as ponies everywhere try to fight each other while also tearing the walls down.
>Even some hoofcuffed ponies are banging their cuffs against some walls or other each other's heads, evidently having escaped from highly distracted guards.
>You hold your crowbar in a defensive position, ready to fend off random attackers deciding you're a good target just because of the random frenzy.
>Just in time too, some mare actually dives towards you, only to faceplant into your crowbar as you swing back and probably break her muzzle.
>Yep, looks like it's going to be a fun night tonight.
>Avoiding the fights and chaos as much as possible, you stroll into one of the back rooms, ready to smash some safes and bag the bits within.
>However, this place is ransacked, too.
>Papers lie in a few places, scattered around small, beaten up, forced open, and emptied safes that have been scattered everywhere in the room.
>Figures it'd be this way; you were late to the party, so everyone already opened all the presents before you could get any.
>Still, it's not like they were able to completely sweep the place of loot.
>However, there are still just papers lying around the ground.
>Out of curiosity, you pick up one of the least-damaged looking ones, and read what it says.
YOU FOOD, YOU'VE JUST RAIDED SOME EMPTY BUT DECORATED WAREHOUSE!
~Signed, Screw (You) Inc.
>…At that moment, you half-expected somepony to jump out and start laughing at your dumbfounded expression.
>Instead, there's only some guard, who you guess just followed you in while you were more focused on the various mobs outside.
>"Alright sir, you are under arrest for tresspassing, assault, and attempted burglary. Please come quietly.
>Of course, you're far from giving up, at least when it comes to escaping the bizarre trap.
>You swing once, aiming for the guard's head, and then you notice he's a unicorn.
>Your crowbar glows in your mouth, but you hold on with all of your strength, even as the aura picks you up and off of the ground.
>There's no hope of just forcing the thing out of his magical grasp, but it's plain to see just how distracted he's become from casting the continuous spell.
>Releasing your grasp, you fling your body at the guard and buck him in the side of the head, pushing him to the ground and knocking him out.
>Then, a very loud clattering noise assaults your ears as you and your namesake both hit the ground.
>Fortunately, since most ponies are still outside fighting each other, you're able to recover it and walk about before anypony else comes in.
>Be Crowbar, a middle-aged stallion watching over one of many banks in Canterlot from the top of a hill, a few hours after midnight.
>It's not heavily well guarded, but there's enough ponies in and out to tell you that this isn't going to be too easy.
>As long as you have your namesake by your side, you believe in your ability to fight you way out of any bad situation.
>It hasn't failed you yet in your other break-ins, after all.
>As you descend towards the bank, you notice something peculiar about the ponies going in and out of the bank.
>They're not calmly trotting in or out, they're sprinting in and out with frantic confusion written all over their faces.
>Plus, not that you can see them better, there's actually a mix of royal guard armor in with the various types of bandit-esque clothing, both from those rushing in, and those rushing out.
>You had been apprehensive when that green filly told you about how the guards would be so busy, that you could just walk in and take what you wanted without worry about being caught.
>But now, you see just how much she might've actually been right.
>Chuckling to yourself, you trot in line with all of the other thieves flooding the bank, ready for riches but also to pound some ponies if/when things get nasty.
>…
>As it turns out, the inside is far more hectic than you expected.
>Drawers and papers fly everywhere, as ponies everywhere try to fight each other while also tearing the walls down.
>Even some hoofcuffed ponies are banging their cuffs against some walls or other each other's heads, evidently having escaped from highly distracted guards.
>You hold your crowbar in a defensive position, ready to fend off random attackers deciding you're a good target just because of the random frenzy.
>Just in time too, some mare actually dives towards you, only to faceplant into your crowbar as you swing back and probably break her muzzle.
>Yep, looks like it's going to be a fun night tonight.
>Avoiding the fights and chaos as much as possible, you stroll into one of the back rooms, ready to smash some safes and bag the bits within.
>However, this place is ransacked, too.
>Papers lie in a few places, scattered around small, beaten up, forced open, and emptied safes that have been scattered everywhere in the room.
>Figures it'd be this way; you were late to the party, so everyone already opened all the presents before you could get any.
>Still, it's not like they were able to completely sweep the place of loot.
>However, there are still just papers lying around the ground.
>Out of curiosity, you pick up one of the least-damaged looking ones, and read what it says.
YOU FOOD, YOU'VE JUST RAIDED SOME EMPTY BUT DECORATED WAREHOUSE!
~Signed, Screw (You) Inc.
>…At that moment, you half-expected somepony to jump out and start laughing at your dumbfounded expression.
>Instead, there's only some guard, who you guess just followed you in while you were more focused on the various mobs outside.
>"Alright sir, you are under arrest for tresspassing, assault, and attempted burglary. Please come quietly.
>Of course, you're far from giving up, at least when it comes to escaping the bizarre trap.
>You swing once, aiming for the guard's head, and then you notice he's a unicorn.
>Your crowbar glows in your mouth, but you hold on with all of your strength, even as the aura picks you up and off of the ground.
>There's no hope of just forcing the thing out of his magical grasp, but it's plain to see just how distracted he's become from casting the continuous spell.
>Releasing your grasp, you fling your body at the guard and buck him in the side of the head, pushing him to the ground and knocking him out.
>Then, a very loud clattering noise assaults your ears as you and your namesake both hit the ground.
>Fortunately, since most ponies are still outside fighting each other, you're able to recover it and walk about before anypony else comes in.
>>186828
>As you return to the main room, you see that the mayhem has actually began to crack the walls.
>Horseapples, the whole building could collapse at this rate.
>You have to duck under the violence as you move forward, as ponies maim each other with knives, hammers, and pitchforks.
>Whatever's going on, it looks like nopony's happy about it.
>Whatever's going on…
>Actually, that's a good question: is it really just that one group with a single dressed up warehouse that could cause all of this?
>It didn't seem likely to you.
>As you walk out the door, you see just how crowed the general area has become.
>What, was half of Canterlot dragged here to celebrate?
>Continuing to sneak away and avoid needless injury to yourself, you notice a loud convesation between two Royal Guards, one filled with lots of yelling.
>The one that's speaking right now is another unicorn, thought this time it's a mare.
>She speaks in the same authoritative tone that all the guards usually do, but with some incredulousness added in considering the subject at hoof.
>"So, you're telling me that all of this was only a distraction so the actual perpetrator could just rob a single bank?"
>Wait, what.
>The other one is a thestral stallion, who has a louder, angrier, and more frustrated tone.
>"Yes, absolutely, or this matter won't be settled!"
>The mare just forrows her brow as she listens.
>"What, and leave these ponies to riot in the streets?"
>The stallion simply shakes his head before responding.
>"Of course not. I know we need some guards here to keep the crowd controlled, but I need more to actually catch these ponies."
>The mare sighs, and her tone gains a shade of sarcasm.
>"Okay, alright, so tell me: who are these mystery masterminds that alone could orchestrate an event on this scale?"
>Suddenly, the batpony shouts loudly at her, louder than before at least, showing a slight bit of panic in his eyes.
>"Grah, I'm telling you, it was those three stallions! I know their faces like the back of my hoof, we just need to trail them and jail them!"
>You find yourself agreeing with the unicorn mare as she voices your thoughts for you.
>"Three ponies couldn't have possibly set up all of this by themselves. Three ponies don't just cause a riot on this scale for the sole purpose of robbing one bank."
>Their argument circles for a few minutes, but seeing as it covers no new topics, you begin to walk away.
>Whoever really did this, wheter it were a huge mafia-like group as you expected, those three stallions, or even a less likely team, you'll definitely have to watch out for them in the future.
>…
>Be Anon, earlier that night, back in your room.
"That was insane and I loved it. How did you manage to redecorate that shed?"
>Screwball's chipper response swells with pride from your words.
>"Well, what else would I be doing all day?"
>You roll your eyes before offering a tease.
"What, when you're so insistant that I stop planning during the day time? Get outta here."
>You never expected to be in such a good mood after all of that, but it was amusing to see how much you could do just by telling a bunch of random ponies that the "bank" was going to be robbed when the sun sets.
>It had only been an hour since then.
>A bunch of the guards at the real bank had been pulled away to guard the farce, since whether it was a real bank or not, the local authorities weren't just going to ignore such a blatant criminal threat.
>Some fifteenish minutes later, and you had been carrying empty safes with Screwball through a secret passage into the back rooms, stuffed with thirty-ish notes total you made about how much of a sham your promises were.
>Screwball's response is just as teasing, not that you would have expected anything less.
>"Well excuse me, I had free time for the past thousand years. Now it's your turn, bucko!"
>As much as you'd love to continue that discussion, there is one last thing you want to do on this night.
>One thing that was bugging you throughout tonight's events.
"Alright, anyways I have to contact Discord real quick.
>She tries to ask you about what you want to ask him, but you just spout the usual prayer.
"O Discord, Great God of Chaos, I pray that thou shalt bless my soul with your words."
>Once again, the ever familiar feeling surrounds you, of someone sticking their nose right into your mind.
"Tonight, we set up dozens and dozens of ponies, a mix of likey criminals and likely guards, to all raid/investigate a single false bank set up by Screwball. My question is, just how much chaos is going to be needed to free you? Also, do you know why Screwball hasn't been able to contact you?"
>She 'hm's in thought, quite clearly and greatly interested in knowing the answer herself.
>Input response?
>As you return to the main room, you see that the mayhem has actually began to crack the walls.
>Horseapples, the whole building could collapse at this rate.
>You have to duck under the violence as you move forward, as ponies maim each other with knives, hammers, and pitchforks.
>Whatever's going on, it looks like nopony's happy about it.
>Whatever's going on…
>Actually, that's a good question: is it really just that one group with a single dressed up warehouse that could cause all of this?
>It didn't seem likely to you.
>As you walk out the door, you see just how crowed the general area has become.
>What, was half of Canterlot dragged here to celebrate?
>Continuing to sneak away and avoid needless injury to yourself, you notice a loud convesation between two Royal Guards, one filled with lots of yelling.
>The one that's speaking right now is another unicorn, thought this time it's a mare.
>She speaks in the same authoritative tone that all the guards usually do, but with some incredulousness added in considering the subject at hoof.
>"So, you're telling me that all of this was only a distraction so the actual perpetrator could just rob a single bank?"
>Wait, what.
>The other one is a thestral stallion, who has a louder, angrier, and more frustrated tone.
>"Yes, absolutely, or this matter won't be settled!"
>The mare just forrows her brow as she listens.
>"What, and leave these ponies to riot in the streets?"
>The stallion simply shakes his head before responding.
>"Of course not. I know we need some guards here to keep the crowd controlled, but I need more to actually catch these ponies."
>The mare sighs, and her tone gains a shade of sarcasm.
>"Okay, alright, so tell me: who are these mystery masterminds that alone could orchestrate an event on this scale?"
>Suddenly, the batpony shouts loudly at her, louder than before at least, showing a slight bit of panic in his eyes.
>"Grah, I'm telling you, it was those three stallions! I know their faces like the back of my hoof, we just need to trail them and jail them!"
>You find yourself agreeing with the unicorn mare as she voices your thoughts for you.
>"Three ponies couldn't have possibly set up all of this by themselves. Three ponies don't just cause a riot on this scale for the sole purpose of robbing one bank."
>Their argument circles for a few minutes, but seeing as it covers no new topics, you begin to walk away.
>Whoever really did this, wheter it were a huge mafia-like group as you expected, those three stallions, or even a less likely team, you'll definitely have to watch out for them in the future.
>…
>Be Anon, earlier that night, back in your room.
"That was insane and I loved it. How did you manage to redecorate that shed?"
>Screwball's chipper response swells with pride from your words.
>"Well, what else would I be doing all day?"
>You roll your eyes before offering a tease.
"What, when you're so insistant that I stop planning during the day time? Get outta here."
>You never expected to be in such a good mood after all of that, but it was amusing to see how much you could do just by telling a bunch of random ponies that the "bank" was going to be robbed when the sun sets.
>It had only been an hour since then.
>A bunch of the guards at the real bank had been pulled away to guard the farce, since whether it was a real bank or not, the local authorities weren't just going to ignore such a blatant criminal threat.
>Some fifteenish minutes later, and you had been carrying empty safes with Screwball through a secret passage into the back rooms, stuffed with thirty-ish notes total you made about how much of a sham your promises were.
>Screwball's response is just as teasing, not that you would have expected anything less.
>"Well excuse me, I had free time for the past thousand years. Now it's your turn, bucko!"
>As much as you'd love to continue that discussion, there is one last thing you want to do on this night.
>One thing that was bugging you throughout tonight's events.
"Alright, anyways I have to contact Discord real quick.
>She tries to ask you about what you want to ask him, but you just spout the usual prayer.
"O Discord, Great God of Chaos, I pray that thou shalt bless my soul with your words."
>Once again, the ever familiar feeling surrounds you, of someone sticking their nose right into your mind.
"Tonight, we set up dozens and dozens of ponies, a mix of likey criminals and likely guards, to all raid/investigate a single false bank set up by Screwball. My question is, just how much chaos is going to be needed to free you? Also, do you know why Screwball hasn't been able to contact you?"
>She 'hm's in thought, quite clearly and greatly interested in knowing the answer herself.
>Input response?
>>186671
My kind of research
>>186756
It would probably be very confusing. Maybe it's like she's only partially aware of things at times? All of her memories are there, but it's hard to make use of them with the undeveloped brain. Same with the body. Not only is it foreign, but it's also undeveloped, making it difficult for her to do even basic things like walking, talking, or using the restroom. As she grows up, she could get a better hold on things and start to become more aware.
My kind of research
>>186756
It would probably be very confusing. Maybe it's like she's only partially aware of things at times? All of her memories are there, but it's hard to make use of them with the undeveloped brain. Same with the body. Not only is it foreign, but it's also undeveloped, making it difficult for her to do even basic things like walking, talking, or using the restroom. As she grows up, she could get a better hold on things and start to become more aware.
Anonymous
No.186907
>>186830
This is getting really interesting. Good work!
"Tonight's act was on the right track, but more chaos I will need to be set free. Perhaps it was my pulling you here that has allowed us to speak."
[ 1d100 = 5 ]
This is getting really interesting. Good work!
"Tonight's act was on the right track, but more chaos I will need to be set free. Perhaps it was my pulling you here that has allowed us to speak."
[ 1d100 = 5 ]
Anonymous
No.186912
>>186787
I can already see it in front of me.
>Prove you're not a bot by klicking on all the links that leads to a site that sells online sushi
>Despite klicking on all the correct links, you have not klicked on all the links. Try again to confirm that you're not a bot
>If you want to make a post, then please do it again five times and have me tell you you got it wrong despite you getting it right every time
>Even if you klick on all the things I tell you to klick on, I'm gonna tell you you did not so you have to do it again and again, all while I'm laughing at you
>Want to be able to post right away without having to do all this? Then give me money
What do you think the odds are that he's going to ump up the price for a 4chan pass after this?
I can already see it in front of me.
>Prove you're not a bot by klicking on all the links that leads to a site that sells online sushi
>Despite klicking on all the correct links, you have not klicked on all the links. Try again to confirm that you're not a bot
>If you want to make a post, then please do it again five times and have me tell you you got it wrong despite you getting it right every time
>Even if you klick on all the things I tell you to klick on, I'm gonna tell you you did not so you have to do it again and again, all while I'm laughing at you
>Want to be able to post right away without having to do all this? Then give me money
What do you think the odds are that he's going to ump up the price for a 4chan pass after this?
"Sure, why not? Maybe we can see if there are actually any dodges here."
Mama Velvet chuckles at your suggestion.
<<"You know, despite its name, Dodge City isn't the kind of place most ponies would want to run away from. I was actually a little bit relieved when I found out you two were headed to Dodge."
"Huh. And wait, how did you find that out anyways?"
<<"Ponyville's a small town. You think I can't just ask the train station owner where my fillies went?"
"Okay, fair. Guess it's gonna be hard to get into a lot of rebellious trouble in my teen years if this whole hiding away from Canterlot thing keeps up. What's so special about Dodge though?"
<<"Oh, it's a desert oasis. It might not be as exciting as, say, Los Pegasus - which by the way, if you got there without inviting me, you actually will be in trouble. But it is a very beautiful town."
"Anything you recommend here?"
<<"Well you fillies have been out adventuring all day. How about we get you dinner first?"
You still have a bit of an upset stomach from the meat.
Mama Velvet chuckles at your suggestion.
<<"You know, despite its name, Dodge City isn't the kind of place most ponies would want to run away from. I was actually a little bit relieved when I found out you two were headed to Dodge."
"Huh. And wait, how did you find that out anyways?"
<<"Ponyville's a small town. You think I can't just ask the train station owner where my fillies went?"
"Okay, fair. Guess it's gonna be hard to get into a lot of rebellious trouble in my teen years if this whole hiding away from Canterlot thing keeps up. What's so special about Dodge though?"
<<"Oh, it's a desert oasis. It might not be as exciting as, say, Los Pegasus - which by the way, if you got there without inviting me, you actually will be in trouble. But it is a very beautiful town."
"Anything you recommend here?"
<<"Well you fillies have been out adventuring all day. How about we get you dinner first?"
You still have a bit of an upset stomach from the meat.
>Sick day in Equestria
>The smell of something smoldering drew me from fitful slumber.
>When I pried my eyes open, I was laying on the unholy sea of pink that was 'my bed'.
>However, it wasn't in the room that was rejected from the Pink Dimension for 'maybe being a bit over the top'.
>Sitting up, a slightly crispy rag fell off of my head.
>The room was circular, with tall, narrow windows.
>A few basic amenities were set up. Table, nightstand, chair, desk with some kind of bowl on it.
>The nightstand had a bell with a 'ring for service' sign next to it.
>Coughing a few times, I decided it couldn't hurt and grabbed the bell in my teeth to give it a ring.
>There were a few moments of silence, but soon enough I heard hooves approaching.
>The door opened with the creak of extended lack of use.
>"Hello, my little sunshine. Are you feeling any better?"
>In walked the princess of the sun, dressed in a nurse outfit.
"…Zelezzdia, whad da heg are you wearing?"
>I rubbed my nose as she floated a rag out of the bowl I'd noticed and lightly wrung out a bit of water from it.
>"Now, what sort of parent would I be if I didn't care for my sick child?"
>With a smile, she gently draped the cloth onto my head.
>It hissed where it came into contact with my horn.
>I would've rolled my eyes if my everything didn't ache.
>Another cloth was held to my nose.
>"Now, give me a good blow, then I'll go and get your dinner."
>What I hope was a flat look, but was probably too dazed to work showed her waiting patiently with her usual kind smile.
>Too tired to fight it, I took a deep breath and complied, a shower of sparks erupting from my horn as rather gross sounds and substances escaped my nose.
>With a nod, she gave a head pat with a wing before turning and strolling for the door.
>"I'll be right back with some soup. Will you be okay, dear?"
"Yeah… I'll be all right. Thanks, Mom--CELESTIA. Err… Celestia. Thanks, sunbutt."
>The alabaster froze in place, then turned around with a far too happy smile on her face.
>Her eyes were practically shimmering even.
"…shaddup.."
>I crossed my forehooves and frowned.
>With a melodious giggle, she turned and pranced out the door.
"She'll never let me live that down."
>I flopped back down on the bed.
"That outfit had better not give me weird sex dreams."
—
Just a short one. Hope you enjoyed. Still on the road to recovery.
I'd have also posted a pic of Celestia in a nurse outfit, but there's surprisingly few pictures of that, and what pictures I could find of it were either shit quality, anthro, or that old Molestia blog. And yet there were more of Luna in one. Oh well.
>The smell of something smoldering drew me from fitful slumber.
>When I pried my eyes open, I was laying on the unholy sea of pink that was 'my bed'.
>However, it wasn't in the room that was rejected from the Pink Dimension for 'maybe being a bit over the top'.
>Sitting up, a slightly crispy rag fell off of my head.
>The room was circular, with tall, narrow windows.
>A few basic amenities were set up. Table, nightstand, chair, desk with some kind of bowl on it.
>The nightstand had a bell with a 'ring for service' sign next to it.
>Coughing a few times, I decided it couldn't hurt and grabbed the bell in my teeth to give it a ring.
>There were a few moments of silence, but soon enough I heard hooves approaching.
>The door opened with the creak of extended lack of use.
>"Hello, my little sunshine. Are you feeling any better?"
>In walked the princess of the sun, dressed in a nurse outfit.
"…Zelezzdia, whad da heg are you wearing?"
>I rubbed my nose as she floated a rag out of the bowl I'd noticed and lightly wrung out a bit of water from it.
>"Now, what sort of parent would I be if I didn't care for my sick child?"
>With a smile, she gently draped the cloth onto my head.
>It hissed where it came into contact with my horn.
>I would've rolled my eyes if my everything didn't ache.
>Another cloth was held to my nose.
>"Now, give me a good blow, then I'll go and get your dinner."
>What I hope was a flat look, but was probably too dazed to work showed her waiting patiently with her usual kind smile.
>Too tired to fight it, I took a deep breath and complied, a shower of sparks erupting from my horn as rather gross sounds and substances escaped my nose.
>With a nod, she gave a head pat with a wing before turning and strolling for the door.
>"I'll be right back with some soup. Will you be okay, dear?"
"Yeah… I'll be all right. Thanks, Mom--CELESTIA. Err… Celestia. Thanks, sunbutt."
>The alabaster froze in place, then turned around with a far too happy smile on her face.
>Her eyes were practically shimmering even.
"…shaddup.."
>I crossed my forehooves and frowned.
>With a melodious giggle, she turned and pranced out the door.
"She'll never let me live that down."
>I flopped back down on the bed.
"That outfit had better not give me weird sex dreams."
—
Just a short one. Hope you enjoyed. Still on the road to recovery.
I'd have also posted a pic of Celestia in a nurse outfit, but there's surprisingly few pictures of that, and what pictures I could find of it were either shit quality, anthro, or that old Molestia blog. And yet there were more of Luna in one. Oh well.
Rolled 37
>>186920
>You still have a bit of an upset stomach from the meat.
Suck it up you pansy. Go get some god damn dinner.
>>186920
>You still have a bit of an upset stomach from the meat.
Suck it up you pansy. Go get some god damn dinner.
Anonymous
No.186933
>>186873
Oh my lordy lord what if Equestria and Earth are in the same universe, but one is a dream dimension while another is the waking world?
Damn it Homestuck stop infecting my thought process like this.
Oh my lordy lord what if Equestria and Earth are in the same universe, but one is a dream dimension while another is the waking world?
Damn it Homestuck stop infecting my thought process like this.
A tub filled with water and sweet treats at its bottom was passed by. Spurs clink with each step the dressed up filly took. With both boots and a hat, she looked like a real Cowboy. To add to that, you had put on a poncho.
A mare dressed to look like a bumble bee had a footstool in her mouth which she placed next to the tub.
Out between the teeth of a mangy wolf-head poked a colt up his head. The wolf-head was too heavy for the colt so he stumbled around when he walked.
Through the aid of the footstool the mare had placed next to the tub, he could submerge his head under, looking for Willy-Wonka's treasure, without having any problems to reach over tub's edge.
The mare watched him with a pleased smile on her face as you, yes, you were that filly in a Stetson hat, walked up to her.
”Excuse me miss?”
She smiled.
”Yes, dear. You wanna go?”
You tipped your hat.
”Thank, you kindly but no. I was wondering if you could bring another tub, perhaps shampoo and some towels.”
Your eyes spied on three fillies all dressed in queer costumes sitting on a stairway.
”Make that three.”
You left the mare with a questioning look on her face as you made your way to the CMC. When you had waddled your way to them in your unfitting boots, Rainbow Dash dressed in her Wonderbolt drag landed on the stairs with them.
Laughter ranged out from the group. Scootaloo rolled over. Grasping her stomach to control her laughter. Two white hooves covered Sweetie Belle's mouth. Trying to remain ladylike but failing incredibly as giggles slipped past her hooves. Laying on her stomach, Applebloom was beating the step that she laid on. The sound of hiccups broke through her endless laughter. Rainbow Dash was beyond description and nothing else.
Then they noticed you.
”Anon, did you see Twilight's face. Priceless.” Scootaloo tried to choke out between breaths.
”She looked like she sat on a bee. Hilarious!” Rainbow Dash said.
From underneath your poncho, you brought out a lollipop. Popping it into your mouth, you bit down hard on the stick to hold it in place.
”I don't think it is nice that you're laughing,” You said in a serious and controlled tone.
At first, they thought it was a joke but then when they saw your face they stopped laughing. Unsure if you were joking or not.
>Maybe I will finish this. I had had this thing laying around for a while now so I thought about posting it half finished. But you can predicate how it ends anyway.
A mare dressed to look like a bumble bee had a footstool in her mouth which she placed next to the tub.
Out between the teeth of a mangy wolf-head poked a colt up his head. The wolf-head was too heavy for the colt so he stumbled around when he walked.
Through the aid of the footstool the mare had placed next to the tub, he could submerge his head under, looking for Willy-Wonka's treasure, without having any problems to reach over tub's edge.
The mare watched him with a pleased smile on her face as you, yes, you were that filly in a Stetson hat, walked up to her.
”Excuse me miss?”
She smiled.
”Yes, dear. You wanna go?”
You tipped your hat.
”Thank, you kindly but no. I was wondering if you could bring another tub, perhaps shampoo and some towels.”
Your eyes spied on three fillies all dressed in queer costumes sitting on a stairway.
”Make that three.”
You left the mare with a questioning look on her face as you made your way to the CMC. When you had waddled your way to them in your unfitting boots, Rainbow Dash dressed in her Wonderbolt drag landed on the stairs with them.
Laughter ranged out from the group. Scootaloo rolled over. Grasping her stomach to control her laughter. Two white hooves covered Sweetie Belle's mouth. Trying to remain ladylike but failing incredibly as giggles slipped past her hooves. Laying on her stomach, Applebloom was beating the step that she laid on. The sound of hiccups broke through her endless laughter. Rainbow Dash was beyond description and nothing else.
Then they noticed you.
”Anon, did you see Twilight's face. Priceless.” Scootaloo tried to choke out between breaths.
”She looked like she sat on a bee. Hilarious!” Rainbow Dash said.
From underneath your poncho, you brought out a lollipop. Popping it into your mouth, you bit down hard on the stick to hold it in place.
”I don't think it is nice that you're laughing,” You said in a serious and controlled tone.
At first, they thought it was a joke but then when they saw your face they stopped laughing. Unsure if you were joking or not.
>Maybe I will finish this. I had had this thing laying around for a while now so I thought about posting it half finished. But you can predicate how it ends anyway.
Anonymous
No.186997
>>186920
Remember that horses are opportunistic omnivores, and that you'll be fine. You're just not used to meat. [ 1d100 = 46 ]
Remember that horses are opportunistic omnivores, and that you'll be fine. You're just not used to meat. [ 1d100 = 46 ]
Anonymous
No.187045
>>186972
Theme: [YouTube] Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood-Summer Wine![]()
>>186924
Artfags, you know what you must do. Hope Pinkie keeps that offer for when you get better
>>186920
Eat your greens!
[ 1d100 = 75 ]
>>186817
>>186820
>>186821
>>186822
>>186823
>>186824
>>186826
>>186828
>>186830
"Remind me to summon a secret agent dying of natural death next time. Screwy doesn't hear me because she's naturally powerful–and talented–enough to unconsciously block telepathy.
[ 1d100 = 88 ]
>>186752
Nice art, who made it?
Theme: [YouTube] Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood-Summer Wine
>>186924
Artfags, you know what you must do. Hope Pinkie keeps that offer for when you get better
>>186920
Eat your greens!
[ 1d100 = 75 ]
>>186817
>>186820
>>186821
>>186822
>>186823
>>186824
>>186826
>>186828
>>186830
"Remind me to summon a secret agent dying of natural death next time. Screwy doesn't hear me because she's naturally powerful–and talented–enough to unconsciously block telepathy.
[ 1d100 = 88 ]
>>186752
Nice art, who made it?
Anonymous
No.187173
Anonymous
No.187184
>>186780
>"Whitelist" the new domain
Good joke
>>187147
>Who made it?
[YouTube] John Denver - Take Me Home, Country Roads (Official Audio)![]()
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>"Whitelist" the new domain
Good joke
>>187147
>Who made it?
[YouTube] John Denver - Take Me Home, Country Roads (Official Audio)
F
Anonymous
No.187186
>>186367
Anonfilly attempting to have a drink of whisky or whatever, only for Twilight to take the glass away from filly in the last second.
Anonfilly attempting to have a drink of whisky or whatever, only for Twilight to take the glass away from filly in the last second.
Anonymous
No.187193
>>186830
It's not the chaos itself that will free me, that is just the catalyst for the reaction. Eventually the two of you will need to come to my statue yourself and preform a ritual. Screwy will know what to do. As for now, don't worry about me so much and keep at what you're doing, it's more than enough.
[ 1d100 = 26 ]
It's not the chaos itself that will free me, that is just the catalyst for the reaction. Eventually the two of you will need to come to my statue yourself and preform a ritual. Screwy will know what to do. As for now, don't worry about me so much and keep at what you're doing, it's more than enough.
[ 1d100 = 26 ]
>>187147
And why does the guy need more fanart drawn of his green? There are plenty of other writefags that could use some love.
And why does the guy need more fanart drawn of his green? There are plenty of other writefags that could use some love.
>>187208
I'd say ponies in nurse outfits is more of a public service. Nurse outfits for everypony! How about an Anonfilly in nurse gear?
I'd say ponies in nurse outfits is more of a public service. Nurse outfits for everypony! How about an Anonfilly in nurse gear?
>>187211
I mean yeah, no shit, I'm just saying that this guy already has two drawings related to his green and he isn't even particularly active.
I mean yeah, no shit, I'm just saying that this guy already has two drawings related to his green and he isn't even particularly active.
![[Anonfilly] Emerald Dawn.png](/images/src/2ED2E67AF6B5ED60501BC520DBCEDE1A-1698506.png)
>>187228
It wasn't my intention to art beg, but to point out something I'd found. As a side note, I usually post as anonymous both with writing and discussion. As far as writing goes, I will admit that I'm slower than some. Inspiration comes and goes, but I at least try to put out a couple of updates per thread.
Here's one of those other bits of art that you speak of, and I once again thank the artist. (This one helped inspire a bit of the story. Thanks.)
Inspiration is a fickle thing. It would be great if it were fair and hit enough to get everyone art to enjoy, but unfortunately it's not so easy.
Sorry for rambling. Back into being one of the faceless masses. Hope your favorite story gets art as well.
It wasn't my intention to art beg, but to point out something I'd found. As a side note, I usually post as anonymous both with writing and discussion. As far as writing goes, I will admit that I'm slower than some. Inspiration comes and goes, but I at least try to put out a couple of updates per thread.
Here's one of those other bits of art that you speak of, and I once again thank the artist. (This one helped inspire a bit of the story. Thanks.)
Inspiration is a fickle thing. It would be great if it were fair and hit enough to get everyone art to enjoy, but unfortunately it's not so easy.
Sorry for rambling. Back into being one of the faceless masses. Hope your favorite story gets art as well.
Anonymous
No.187246
>>187239
I didn't mean to attack you, it's not your fault people enjoyed your story, and yeah I wouldn't call that art begging either. This was more directed toward any artfags that might be lurking.
I didn't mean to attack you, it's not your fault people enjoyed your story, and yeah I wouldn't call that art begging either. This was more directed toward any artfags that might be lurking.
>>187252
Oblique reference to this, I think.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZ_7br_3y54
It's a good movie. Take a look sometime.
Oblique reference to this, I think.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZ_7br_3y54
It's a good movie. Take a look sometime.
What if Anon was together with a pony before he got turned into a filly? What do you think would happen to their relationship?
>>187260
Nah. It's from Fargo, I just fucked up a bit with the neck in the pen stage and put a scarf on her instead of redoing the whole thing. I'll have to check that one out sometime though.
Nah. It's from Fargo, I just fucked up a bit with the neck in the pen stage and put a scarf on her instead of redoing the whole thing. I'll have to check that one out sometime though.
>>187319
I was more referring to the middle quote than the last quote pointing to the pic.
Still a fun pic, though. Keep at it! The longer you keep at it, the more improvement you'll get, as long as you keep striving to improve.
I was more referring to the middle quote than the last quote pointing to the pic.
Still a fun pic, though. Keep at it! The longer you keep at it, the more improvement you'll get, as long as you keep striving to improve.
Anonymous
No.187339
Anonymous
No.187340
>>187366
No, I mean, the >implication is that filly's so stupid she failed even the name field. That is PRICELESS.
No, I mean, the >implication is that filly's so stupid she failed even the name field. That is PRICELESS.
Anonymous
No.187406
>>187402
Well, 'Dave' and 'David', 'Chris' and 'Christopher', or 'Bea' and 'Beatrice' are interchangable on schoolwork, really.
…but if one's name were 'Samuel', putting 'Charlie' wouldn't be right. Especially if it were a 'Your name is TOBY!' situation ala Kunta Kinte.
Well, 'Dave' and 'David', 'Chris' and 'Christopher', or 'Bea' and 'Beatrice' are interchangable on schoolwork, really.
…but if one's name were 'Samuel', putting 'Charlie' wouldn't be right. Especially if it were a 'Your name is TOBY!' situation ala Kunta Kinte.
Anonymous
No.187422
>>187414
First is at midnight when she wakes you up by sitting in your lap. Second is when she gets given a little mane-brushy.
First is at midnight when she wakes you up by sitting in your lap. Second is when she gets given a little mane-brushy.
>>187423
>Ywn brush filly's mane
>Ywn move on to ear scritches when it's all straightened out
>Swn ree softly in your arms while her back leg twitches involuntarily
>Ywn brush filly's mane
>Ywn move on to ear scritches when it's all straightened out
>Swn ree softly in your arms while her back leg twitches involuntarily
Anonymous
No.187458
Anonymous
No.187483
First off, I’m the guy who started with that bit of filly in an orphanage. I didn’t save the beginning, so if anyone was able to save and not leave it to die forever a pastebin or something for it would be nice.
>The cage slamming on the ground is what wakes you up.
>Before you can fully understand where you are, you’re practically dragged out of the cage.
>Shaking the sleep off yourself, you look up at the Anon who’d just finished buying you.
>He glances down at you, and you try to avert your gaze.
>But his pierces right into you.
>You hear him moving, but you don’t expect his hand reaching out towards you.
>He rubs an ear of yours, making you tense up instinctively.
>And because of that, he recoils a bit.
>”Sorry, sorry. Just can’t help it, you’ve got some pretty fucking fluffy ears.”
>You can’t help but tilt your head a bit in confusion.
>-Which only gets worse, as you notice a group of other Anons, and some fillies, without chains or leashes, or any dead look on their faces.
>You simply watch as they all scatter about, gathering around a table and turning to all look at you.
>Silence quickly fills the air, and you freeze on the spot.
>Before your brain can catch up, you’re lifted up by your barrel and raised in the air, arms under your forelegs.
>You notice quite a few staring down at you, and the Anon holding you starts humming “The Circle of Life.”
>Your tail flies up to cover your teats, and you just hang around awkwardly in his grip.
>Once he’s done, you’re put down, and a filly from the group approaches you.
>Cowboy hat and wings.
>Aside from the messy mane, those are really the only things that set her apart from every other filly.
>She presses the hat down onto her head and stands in front of you.
>”So… What are you?”
“Uh… a-a filly?”
>”No, no, on the inside.”
“…A man?”
>She face-wings.
>”What are you willing to do for your fellow Anons, filly?”
>Your mind starts racing.
>This a trick question?
>Gotta be, it’s probably deciding where you’ll go after this…
“W-well, all the Anons are like family to me… I-I’m not into incest, though.”
>Some of the Anons sigh, others groan.
>”Fucking fag, incest is top tier.”
>”This TBH.”
>”Shut up you fucking degenerates-“
>Ignoring the others, the filly taps your chest with a wing.
>”Good answer. Then if you will, we’ll need a bit of help here…”
>She beckons you over, and now you’re in front of the table everyone’s gathered around.
>It’s a building map, but the insides are empty.
>”You recognize this shithole, right?”
>Focusing your thoughts on the outline and structures down, you get it pretty quickly.
“The orphanage?”
>”No, the hotdog stand.”
>She leans closer to you from her spot on the table.
>”Here’s the scoop, I’ll tell it to you flat. We’re gonna get the fuck out of here. ALL of us, every single fucking Anon, and that means all those still sitting in that place. We’re stocked, we’re locked, we just need info.”
>You’re given a chance to absorb everything.
>”You know what it’s like on the inside better than anyone else of us. With food upkeep and a lack of people needing autists working, getting you out’s all we’ve been able to spare… I don’t want to make the burden too much, but your role in this could mean dozens of lives saved or left for dead. Do you understand this?”
>Meekly, you nod your head.
>Christ, why YOU?
>”Are you still willing to help the cause, and free your fellow Anons?”
>You nod again, getting a few judgy looks from the Anons around you.
>But nobody says anything.
>A wing pats your back.
>”Alright, perfect… We’ll get you a bed, what we’ve got for food and water, then we’ll discuss the plans tomorrow, capisce?”
“O-okay…”
>Your back gets rubbed a bit.
>”Good girl.”
>You’re escorted to a cot in some closed off part of the tent.
>From what little you saw, you can understand what the filly meant about only having a bit to spare…
>Which only makes your role here even more shit on your shoulders, doesn’t it?
>You were given crap slightly more appetizing than the orphanage, but not by much.
>Might just be because of the trashy place you’re in though, you’ve never expected to see much gourmet food coming out of this shitty area…
>When you’re done inhaling your meal and sucking down the water on your own, it doesn’t take long for sleep to get his tender hands all over you.
>-Okay, that sounds pretty gay…
>The cage slamming on the ground is what wakes you up.
>Before you can fully understand where you are, you’re practically dragged out of the cage.
>Shaking the sleep off yourself, you look up at the Anon who’d just finished buying you.
>He glances down at you, and you try to avert your gaze.
>But his pierces right into you.
>You hear him moving, but you don’t expect his hand reaching out towards you.
>He rubs an ear of yours, making you tense up instinctively.
>And because of that, he recoils a bit.
>”Sorry, sorry. Just can’t help it, you’ve got some pretty fucking fluffy ears.”
>You can’t help but tilt your head a bit in confusion.
>-Which only gets worse, as you notice a group of other Anons, and some fillies, without chains or leashes, or any dead look on their faces.
>You simply watch as they all scatter about, gathering around a table and turning to all look at you.
>Silence quickly fills the air, and you freeze on the spot.
>Before your brain can catch up, you’re lifted up by your barrel and raised in the air, arms under your forelegs.
>You notice quite a few staring down at you, and the Anon holding you starts humming “The Circle of Life.”
>Your tail flies up to cover your teats, and you just hang around awkwardly in his grip.
>Once he’s done, you’re put down, and a filly from the group approaches you.
>Cowboy hat and wings.
>Aside from the messy mane, those are really the only things that set her apart from every other filly.
>She presses the hat down onto her head and stands in front of you.
>”So… What are you?”
“Uh… a-a filly?”
>”No, no, on the inside.”
“…A man?”
>She face-wings.
>”What are you willing to do for your fellow Anons, filly?”
>Your mind starts racing.
>This a trick question?
>Gotta be, it’s probably deciding where you’ll go after this…
“W-well, all the Anons are like family to me… I-I’m not into incest, though.”
>Some of the Anons sigh, others groan.
>”Fucking fag, incest is top tier.”
>”This TBH.”
>”Shut up you fucking degenerates-“
>Ignoring the others, the filly taps your chest with a wing.
>”Good answer. Then if you will, we’ll need a bit of help here…”
>She beckons you over, and now you’re in front of the table everyone’s gathered around.
>It’s a building map, but the insides are empty.
>”You recognize this shithole, right?”
>Focusing your thoughts on the outline and structures down, you get it pretty quickly.
“The orphanage?”
>”No, the hotdog stand.”
>She leans closer to you from her spot on the table.
>”Here’s the scoop, I’ll tell it to you flat. We’re gonna get the fuck out of here. ALL of us, every single fucking Anon, and that means all those still sitting in that place. We’re stocked, we’re locked, we just need info.”
>You’re given a chance to absorb everything.
>”You know what it’s like on the inside better than anyone else of us. With food upkeep and a lack of people needing autists working, getting you out’s all we’ve been able to spare… I don’t want to make the burden too much, but your role in this could mean dozens of lives saved or left for dead. Do you understand this?”
>Meekly, you nod your head.
>Christ, why YOU?
>”Are you still willing to help the cause, and free your fellow Anons?”
>You nod again, getting a few judgy looks from the Anons around you.
>But nobody says anything.
>A wing pats your back.
>”Alright, perfect… We’ll get you a bed, what we’ve got for food and water, then we’ll discuss the plans tomorrow, capisce?”
“O-okay…”
>Your back gets rubbed a bit.
>”Good girl.”
>You’re escorted to a cot in some closed off part of the tent.
>From what little you saw, you can understand what the filly meant about only having a bit to spare…
>Which only makes your role here even more shit on your shoulders, doesn’t it?
>You were given crap slightly more appetizing than the orphanage, but not by much.
>Might just be because of the trashy place you’re in though, you’ve never expected to see much gourmet food coming out of this shitty area…
>When you’re done inhaling your meal and sucking down the water on your own, it doesn’t take long for sleep to get his tender hands all over you.
>-Okay, that sounds pretty gay…
>>187490
>”It’s nearly time, sunshine! Up and at ‘em!”
>You peel your eyes open to see that cowboy filly on the cot and above you.
>She looks a bit disappointed.
“I’m used to it, faggot.”
>She scrunches.
>”Whatever, follow me faggot, we’re briefing.”
>Hopping out and shaking as much sleep as you could off yourself, you follow the filly through the place, past other cots and other Anons snoozing the morning away.
>The filly doesn’t say a word till you’re in the same room you were let out in.
>She flips a lamp on the map table, and sits in the same spot.
>Not too long after, your technically legal Anon faggot comes in, coffees in hand.
>He takes a seat while passing them out, sliding one over to you.
>You kinda just stare at the dark black brew before you.
>”…Yeah, it’s pretty shit, but it sure gets the job done. Either you drink it, or you do without the energy. Your choice, I don’t get how you fagfillies ended up with so much energy…”
>You smell it, and very hesitantly, you let your tongue get burnt to all hell by the bitter shit.
>Then you look up at him, silently looking for approval.
>Instead you get a hand ruffling your mane, which you immediately huff at.
>”Cute little faggot.”
>”Ahem.”
>Your gaze shifts to the filly.
>”If you’d save the gay filly-fiddling for later, I’d like to explain the plan.”
>”Yeah, sorry about that.”
>You simply nod, and she pauses for a second before mirroring the same.
>”Alright, I’ll make this short and sweet, you can ask questions later.”
>Gaze moving to the map, your focus shifts to all the empty space on the inside.
>”Okay, so what you mainly need to know is your goal. Saving the Anons, plain and simple.”
>You nod-
>”-But, there’s a few ways you could go about it.”
>She waits for both you and the Anon to nod.
>”First choice: you gather intel and evidence of the shit going down there, the mistreatment of the fillies, which will be sent to Equestria. Then we’ll wait until rescue comes to take us home. Downside, not getting caught, it’ll take a damn long while, and there’s no guarantee we’ll even get saved.”
>You’re left a moment to absorb everything.
>”Two, you gather intel of the inside. Anon will meet you everyday at some part of the building, and you’ll help us build the layout of the place. From there we can find its weak points, make a plan, and get every filly out of there silently once we’ve had enough info. Downside, there’s a lot of fillies, hiding all of them from the orphanage will be a pain, and after that we’ll have a pretty long journey ahead of us…”
>You look at the Anon, who despite not having the responsibility, looks very focused and lost in thought.
>”Third, well we make a distraction. You’ll figure out a way to get all the fillies out, give us a signal, and we’ll make a ton of noise while you do that. Downsides, it’s reckless as shit, might not work, and will take about another year to do if you fail.”
>You hold a hoof up to your mouth and think.
>”Of course, those are just the ideas I’ve come up with. I don’t have the knowledge you do, so if you’ve got any plans you think you could cook up before noon, be my guest.”
Now then, I’ll jump on the cyoa bandwagon, but here’s how it’ll work.
In this case, it’s a choice of what to do, otherwise a roll would determine the success of an action.
If it’s between choices, the amount of different rolls allowed is the same as the number of options available, otherwise, first roll is the only one that counts.
Rolls are:
1d20
0-2 - Critical failure
3-9 - Failure (can be re-rolled by same/other Anon once, another failure will result in a critical one)
10-11 - Wild (your fate is decided by a coin flip)
12-18 - Success
19-20 - Critical success (bonuses for next rolls, extra items or permanent perks)
Here, 3 rolls are allowed. However, a custom option can be made that strays from them.
State your option, and highest roll wins obviously.
Good luck.
>”It’s nearly time, sunshine! Up and at ‘em!”
>You peel your eyes open to see that cowboy filly on the cot and above you.
>She looks a bit disappointed.
“I’m used to it, faggot.”
>She scrunches.
>”Whatever, follow me faggot, we’re briefing.”
>Hopping out and shaking as much sleep as you could off yourself, you follow the filly through the place, past other cots and other Anons snoozing the morning away.
>The filly doesn’t say a word till you’re in the same room you were let out in.
>She flips a lamp on the map table, and sits in the same spot.
>Not too long after, your technically legal Anon faggot comes in, coffees in hand.
>He takes a seat while passing them out, sliding one over to you.
>You kinda just stare at the dark black brew before you.
>”…Yeah, it’s pretty shit, but it sure gets the job done. Either you drink it, or you do without the energy. Your choice, I don’t get how you fagfillies ended up with so much energy…”
>You smell it, and very hesitantly, you let your tongue get burnt to all hell by the bitter shit.
>Then you look up at him, silently looking for approval.
>Instead you get a hand ruffling your mane, which you immediately huff at.
>”Cute little faggot.”
>”Ahem.”
>Your gaze shifts to the filly.
>”If you’d save the gay filly-fiddling for later, I’d like to explain the plan.”
>”Yeah, sorry about that.”
>You simply nod, and she pauses for a second before mirroring the same.
>”Alright, I’ll make this short and sweet, you can ask questions later.”
>Gaze moving to the map, your focus shifts to all the empty space on the inside.
>”Okay, so what you mainly need to know is your goal. Saving the Anons, plain and simple.”
>You nod-
>”-But, there’s a few ways you could go about it.”
>She waits for both you and the Anon to nod.
>”First choice: you gather intel and evidence of the shit going down there, the mistreatment of the fillies, which will be sent to Equestria. Then we’ll wait until rescue comes to take us home. Downside, not getting caught, it’ll take a damn long while, and there’s no guarantee we’ll even get saved.”
>You’re left a moment to absorb everything.
>”Two, you gather intel of the inside. Anon will meet you everyday at some part of the building, and you’ll help us build the layout of the place. From there we can find its weak points, make a plan, and get every filly out of there silently once we’ve had enough info. Downside, there’s a lot of fillies, hiding all of them from the orphanage will be a pain, and after that we’ll have a pretty long journey ahead of us…”
>You look at the Anon, who despite not having the responsibility, looks very focused and lost in thought.
>”Third, well we make a distraction. You’ll figure out a way to get all the fillies out, give us a signal, and we’ll make a ton of noise while you do that. Downsides, it’s reckless as shit, might not work, and will take about another year to do if you fail.”
>You hold a hoof up to your mouth and think.
>”Of course, those are just the ideas I’ve come up with. I don’t have the knowledge you do, so if you’ve got any plans you think you could cook up before noon, be my guest.”
Now then, I’ll jump on the cyoa bandwagon, but here’s how it’ll work.
In this case, it’s a choice of what to do, otherwise a roll would determine the success of an action.
If it’s between choices, the amount of different rolls allowed is the same as the number of options available, otherwise, first roll is the only one that counts.
Rolls are:
1d20
0-2 - Critical failure
3-9 - Failure (can be re-rolled by same/other Anon once, another failure will result in a critical one)
10-11 - Wild (your fate is decided by a coin flip)
12-18 - Success
19-20 - Critical success (bonuses for next rolls, extra items or permanent perks)
Here, 3 rolls are allowed. However, a custom option can be made that strays from them.
State your option, and highest roll wins obviously.
Good luck.
Anonymous
No.187494
>>187354
I like it better like that, (s)he put Anon as his name instead of Green Hornet or a different hoer name
I like it better like that, (s)he put Anon as his name instead of Green Hornet or a different hoer name
>>187493
Second option, obviously. Perhaps see if there are any other types of fillies you could recruit, spellcasters maybe?
[ 1d20 = 20 ]
Second option, obviously. Perhaps see if there are any other types of fillies you could recruit, spellcasters maybe?
[ 1d20 = 20 ]
Anonymous
No.187505
>>187504
I can't make you do anything, Anon. In the end it's just you, the keyboard, and your fetishes.
I can't make you do anything, Anon. In the end it's just you, the keyboard, and your fetishes.
>>187506
Time for Anonfilly's Adventures in Sexual Deviancy 2: Diapered Boogaloo
After a surprisingly satisfying and only slightly kinky cuddling and breastfeeding session, you drift off into a comfortably dreamless sleep. Your heartbeat is almost perfectly in sync with Twilight's throughout the night, the warmth of her body around yours making you feel safe, secure, and loved. Nothing could spoil such a lewd yet loving night with your surrogate pony mother.
At least…that's what you think. But after drinking so much before bed, your bladder quickly fills to its capacity, your unconscious body simply letting go of the light pressure inside. It's not until you hear the shifting of Twilight's body, and the sudden spike in her heart rate, that you awake; unfortunately as soon as you feel the soaked sheets beneath you, you immediately know what happened.
You look up at Twilight from your position resting on your side facing her. Your eyes well up with shame, and you feel your body violently shudder - whether mainly out of disgust at what's matting your fur, or out of a sudden and overwhelming urge to jump out of bed and find somewhere to die, you may never know. Her expression is not judgmental or angry, but concerned…it only compounds the guilt weighing down on your chest more, so you avert your eyes.
"I…I didn't mean to…I didn't even f-feel it com…" you stutter quietly, voice wavering as it slowly gets stuck further into your throat. Before you can finish, however, she places a hoof on your nose, shushing you as her familiar purple-pink magical aura surrounds you. You curl into a ball, sniffling as Twklight gets up from her slumber.
"Anon, you've already drank half a liter of milk from my tap. I understand that a filly's body isn't so easy to keep composed while sleeping."
"I know but…"
"But nothing. Who cares about you more than anypony in the whole wide world?"
"Y-you…"
"That's right. I understand transitioning is hard, especially into a filly with no muscle memory or mature brain. In fact, I'm happy to make accommodations to help you stay comfortable." Your eyes are full of trepidation, curiosity yet fear.
"Really? B-but, what will you do? Different bedding? Some kind of magic?"
"I can buy you a pack of Huggies until you feel you've fully regained your continence." Such a statement would have floored you, were you not hovering three feet high in a castle made of crystals in the body of a little filly.
"You - you're going to…to diaper me? Y-you said….you said I was only a couple years from fully growing up…" Your dejected whimper is paired with a desire to break eye contact and seek something to occupy your mind - and you see beneath you a tub that Twilight runs for your bath.
"Anon, sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with not having gained full control of a new body after a few months. Most foals don't graduate from pampers for a few years, and nopony pays them any mind." You feel lightheaded and even a little nauseous, only snapping out of your emotional state as you're gently placed in a tub of shampoo bubble bath solution.
"I…I'm a grown ass man. Twilight, I can't just…" She places a hoof on your head, just as she gently places a hooffull of shampoo in your mane.
"Anon, listen to me. There is nothing wrong with needing diapers. You have no prior experience with filly bits, and your body is physically young and not yet matured." You sniffle, eyes misty yet unblinking as you stare into into her own eyes. "I don't want to see you cry, okay? Who loves you more than anypony in the world? C'mon, say it."
"Y…you do, purplesmart…" The mare leans in, kissing you on the nose before dropping a mass of suds on your head, smiling delicately.
"That's right. And if you ever feel like you need somepony there for you, who do you call for?"
"You…" Your voice is feeble, like that of a trapped animal who finally gave up on fighting its predator. The aching of your heart lessens; your chest swelling with adoration for the dedicated caretaker's humility and kindness.
"I can't hear you, Nonny~"
"S-shut up, dildo, this is just rhetorical garbage anyway," you huff, crossing your front legs at your chest indignantly. But despite it, you smile just a little…
"Just say it, for me?" She flushes brightly, resting her chin on the rim of the tub as you relax in the steaming bath. You can't fight it for long; your face contorts, cheeks puffing out as you look away to try to conceal a girlish giggle; your own face turns an even brighter shade of red; and finally, you let out a long, tittering giggle, covering both your eyes with your hooves.
"F-fine, Twilight, it's you! You corny little nerd." Despite her indignance at being called a nerd, she soon follows suit, laughing as gently and level-headed as she can.
As she drains the bath, she wraps you in a towel like a dog, lifting your towel-burrito body up and carrying you into your bedroom. "I'm going to the store for you then. It's about sunup, so I'll be back in about half an hour with the parcel and some flour for pancakes. Can you be good while I head out?"
You would normally get to scheming, or simply hide away to do your own thing, you feel your heart race at the mere mention of sugary hotcakes. You have the best mom in Eauestria.
Time for Anonfilly's Adventures in Sexual Deviancy 2: Diapered Boogaloo
After a surprisingly satisfying and only slightly kinky cuddling and breastfeeding session, you drift off into a comfortably dreamless sleep. Your heartbeat is almost perfectly in sync with Twilight's throughout the night, the warmth of her body around yours making you feel safe, secure, and loved. Nothing could spoil such a lewd yet loving night with your surrogate pony mother.
At least…that's what you think. But after drinking so much before bed, your bladder quickly fills to its capacity, your unconscious body simply letting go of the light pressure inside. It's not until you hear the shifting of Twilight's body, and the sudden spike in her heart rate, that you awake; unfortunately as soon as you feel the soaked sheets beneath you, you immediately know what happened.
You look up at Twilight from your position resting on your side facing her. Your eyes well up with shame, and you feel your body violently shudder - whether mainly out of disgust at what's matting your fur, or out of a sudden and overwhelming urge to jump out of bed and find somewhere to die, you may never know. Her expression is not judgmental or angry, but concerned…it only compounds the guilt weighing down on your chest more, so you avert your eyes.
"I…I didn't mean to…I didn't even f-feel it com…" you stutter quietly, voice wavering as it slowly gets stuck further into your throat. Before you can finish, however, she places a hoof on your nose, shushing you as her familiar purple-pink magical aura surrounds you. You curl into a ball, sniffling as Twklight gets up from her slumber.
"Anon, you've already drank half a liter of milk from my tap. I understand that a filly's body isn't so easy to keep composed while sleeping."
"I know but…"
"But nothing. Who cares about you more than anypony in the whole wide world?"
"Y-you…"
"That's right. I understand transitioning is hard, especially into a filly with no muscle memory or mature brain. In fact, I'm happy to make accommodations to help you stay comfortable." Your eyes are full of trepidation, curiosity yet fear.
"Really? B-but, what will you do? Different bedding? Some kind of magic?"
"I can buy you a pack of Huggies until you feel you've fully regained your continence." Such a statement would have floored you, were you not hovering three feet high in a castle made of crystals in the body of a little filly.
"You - you're going to…to diaper me? Y-you said….you said I was only a couple years from fully growing up…" Your dejected whimper is paired with a desire to break eye contact and seek something to occupy your mind - and you see beneath you a tub that Twilight runs for your bath.
"Anon, sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with not having gained full control of a new body after a few months. Most foals don't graduate from pampers for a few years, and nopony pays them any mind." You feel lightheaded and even a little nauseous, only snapping out of your emotional state as you're gently placed in a tub of shampoo bubble bath solution.
"I…I'm a grown ass man. Twilight, I can't just…" She places a hoof on your head, just as she gently places a hooffull of shampoo in your mane.
"Anon, listen to me. There is nothing wrong with needing diapers. You have no prior experience with filly bits, and your body is physically young and not yet matured." You sniffle, eyes misty yet unblinking as you stare into into her own eyes. "I don't want to see you cry, okay? Who loves you more than anypony in the world? C'mon, say it."
"Y…you do, purplesmart…" The mare leans in, kissing you on the nose before dropping a mass of suds on your head, smiling delicately.
"That's right. And if you ever feel like you need somepony there for you, who do you call for?"
"You…" Your voice is feeble, like that of a trapped animal who finally gave up on fighting its predator. The aching of your heart lessens; your chest swelling with adoration for the dedicated caretaker's humility and kindness.
"I can't hear you, Nonny~"
"S-shut up, dildo, this is just rhetorical garbage anyway," you huff, crossing your front legs at your chest indignantly. But despite it, you smile just a little…
"Just say it, for me?" She flushes brightly, resting her chin on the rim of the tub as you relax in the steaming bath. You can't fight it for long; your face contorts, cheeks puffing out as you look away to try to conceal a girlish giggle; your own face turns an even brighter shade of red; and finally, you let out a long, tittering giggle, covering both your eyes with your hooves.
"F-fine, Twilight, it's you! You corny little nerd." Despite her indignance at being called a nerd, she soon follows suit, laughing as gently and level-headed as she can.
As she drains the bath, she wraps you in a towel like a dog, lifting your towel-burrito body up and carrying you into your bedroom. "I'm going to the store for you then. It's about sunup, so I'll be back in about half an hour with the parcel and some flour for pancakes. Can you be good while I head out?"
You would normally get to scheming, or simply hide away to do your own thing, you feel your heart race at the mere mention of sugary hotcakes. You have the best mom in Eauestria.
>>187414
>hehehe the big secret is it's just going to be shitposted on the anonfilly /mlpol/ and take all the cred
never guna do an edit for you again. little fag
>hehehe the big secret is it's just going to be shitposted on the anonfilly /mlpol/ and take all the cred
never guna do an edit for you again. little fag
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>>186920
Clearly your stomach needs to be told to fuck off. Your adoptive mother (and now that you think about it, the only mother you've actually known) is offering you something actually nutritious, and dammit, you're gonna enjoy it.
"Sure, why not. I'm craving a salad right now."
<<"Really? I think I actually know a great place for salads here, actually. Assuming it's still around. It's been about a decade since I've been here."
With Mama Velvet leading the way, you and your friends head out into the city. Though the sun has already set, you can still still make out the many vividly colorful wood buildings illuminated by the civil twilight. You briefly contemplate that there is a poetic coincidence in seeing this view with two ponies whose names are both Twilight.
As you make your way towards what you hope to be a restaurant, you try to make what observations you can about Dodge. It seems to have been built mostly around the tracks that run straight into the city core, with the oldest buildings being closer towards the forest. This was likely a small town which eventually grew larger as it connected to the rest of Equestria through the rail system. The town is also fairly flat, even compared to Ponyville, with some suburban sprawl spilling out into the desert.
Eventually you find yourself in a dark green building with a rather old-timey looking interior. As you enter, you notice a beautifully crafted wooden sign which reads, "Leafy Dreams: Soups, Salads, Sandwiches, Satisfaction." There also appears to be live music playing on a stage for diners to listen to -- an open mic type of affair.
Clearly your stomach needs to be told to fuck off. Your adoptive mother (and now that you think about it, the only mother you've actually known) is offering you something actually nutritious, and dammit, you're gonna enjoy it.
"Sure, why not. I'm craving a salad right now."
<<"Really? I think I actually know a great place for salads here, actually. Assuming it's still around. It's been about a decade since I've been here."
With Mama Velvet leading the way, you and your friends head out into the city. Though the sun has already set, you can still still make out the many vividly colorful wood buildings illuminated by the civil twilight. You briefly contemplate that there is a poetic coincidence in seeing this view with two ponies whose names are both Twilight.
As you make your way towards what you hope to be a restaurant, you try to make what observations you can about Dodge. It seems to have been built mostly around the tracks that run straight into the city core, with the oldest buildings being closer towards the forest. This was likely a small town which eventually grew larger as it connected to the rest of Equestria through the rail system. The town is also fairly flat, even compared to Ponyville, with some suburban sprawl spilling out into the desert.
Eventually you find yourself in a dark green building with a rather old-timey looking interior. As you enter, you notice a beautifully crafted wooden sign which reads, "Leafy Dreams: Soups, Salads, Sandwiches, Satisfaction." There also appears to be live music playing on a stage for diners to listen to -- an open mic type of affair.
>>187490
Here's the first two posts:
>"Breakfast in five, get up, NOW!"
>Your eyes slowly creak open, revealing the metal supports of the bunk above you.
>What an amazing sight.
>With a sigh, you move your aching body, sitting up and resting on the edge of your bed.
>Noise fills your ears and rings all around you, other fillies rushing to get ready and pretty themselves and shit.
>Not you.
>Never you.
>You don't give a shit anymore, help's not coming, nor will it ever.
>Not for you, anyways.
>Your ears droop a bit lower, your messy black mane hanging over your face as you yawn.
>Your mind pushes you off the shitty spring mattress and onto the ground, and your autopilot kicks in, driving you towards the mess hall.
>Ignoring all of the other fillies around you, you simply walk your messy ass on and out.
>Your mind wanders, but feels blank.
>You just think about waking up.
>About how fucking shit you feel, how you always feel like this, and probably always will.
>Never were a morning person.
>You're sure that spark in your eye's been gone for a long time.
>Hell, just like a lot of other fillies here.
>Though some still hope, you just don't see the point in it anymore.
>As you enter the mess hall and slide your tray across the line, that's all your mind focuses on.
>So what, you get picked, and then?
>Nobody's going to pick your ass for any good reason, and then that's when you'd be hoping you were back here or just dead.
>…Makes you wonder what the first fillies are doing now, where they ended up.
>Hell, maybe some are dead, it certainly wouldn't surprise you.
>But you wish it would.
>The next thing you know, you're staring at your pile of mush, served with bread and milk.
>You're seated in your normal spot in the middle of a row, because all the filly cliques take the edges.
>You glance over at them, expressions ranging from depressed, to nervous, to that borderline psychotic that'll fuck you up if you so much as look at them wrong.
>Makes you miss the times in the beginning.
>Though you were all more naive then, it was worth it to have a smile on your face, ignorance is bliss and all that.
>When you all huddled up as a group- hell, when you WERE a group.
>Before it all presented itself as a competition, a filly-eat-filly world.
>And of course, as the months dragged on, so did the competition.
>The fillies who'd just given up, the friends, the fillies that'd do anything to get out of here, it all formed pretty quickly after that.
>Though you never really stuck to a group.
>Of course not, you were never a great conversationalist.
>Never had much to say, listening and observing other conversations was easier to you.
>Well, not that it did much good, anyways…
>You mindlessly chew on the bread in your hooves while your thoughts wander.
>You wonder what kind of filly you would've been, if you ever got chosen.
>Way in the beginning, when there were actually anons to your fillies.
>Not that you would've ever gotten picked, anyways.
>There's fillies here a lot cuter than you, a lot more talented.
>Hell, the contentfags were the first ones to be picked, though you guess everyone would pick an alicorn first.
>Practically gone as quick as they came, just leaving you all "common fillies" here to struggle and compete for freedom.
>It's been… what, a year, since the last one left?
>Since that last faggot left and divided everybody, fillies without leadership and no reason to take the reigns.
>Heh, kinda like the thread, they were the bastards that held everything together…
>"Hey, faggot."
>Your eyes refocus, and you turn your head to another filly.
>Growing that chest fluff to stand out, huh?
>Cute.
>"…Y-you gonna eat that stuff? You could have my bread for it."
>Without a word, you slide the tray over to her, and she tosses a piece of bread at you with a flick of her wing.
>"Thanks."
>It's nice that there aren't really many fights, despite the looks of some.
>You figured the need to escape this hell would bring everyone together, or hell, even come together in hate of the fillies that went first.
>In the beginning you thought it'd all be fine, because even if you were in a hellish orphanage, taken out one by one… you had each other.
>But then you have the old and newfags, the nogs with the opposing fetishes, so on and so forth.
>And now you're all just different, both in shades of green and hopes and dreams.
>But where does it end?
>Where does it end…
>You get a rough tap on your head.
>"Hey."
>Spinning around, you meet none other than the head mare herself.
>"You've got a talk."
>The words ring in your head, and your muzzle scrunches in confusion.
>…YOU, have a talk?
>Getting the feeling of being watched, you glance around to see every Anon looking at you, with a wide range of emotions, from pity to envy, to just flat out pissed off.
>You get your head knocked with a hoof.
>"Well? Let's get a move on!"
>She drags you by your ear with her magic, pulling you from your breakfast and dragging you down all the hallways.
>Thoughts buzz around in your head, more violent than ever and surely doing a great job at waking you up.
>What kind of fate are you doomed to?
>Are you gonna get killed, end up a slave?
>A made, or a cocksock to some sick bastard made of money?
>As the interview room opens, all your thoughts are thrown out the window in an instant.
>Because the last thing you expected to see was another human Anon.
Here's the first two posts:
>"Breakfast in five, get up, NOW!"
>Your eyes slowly creak open, revealing the metal supports of the bunk above you.
>What an amazing sight.
>With a sigh, you move your aching body, sitting up and resting on the edge of your bed.
>Noise fills your ears and rings all around you, other fillies rushing to get ready and pretty themselves and shit.
>Not you.
>Never you.
>You don't give a shit anymore, help's not coming, nor will it ever.
>Not for you, anyways.
>Your ears droop a bit lower, your messy black mane hanging over your face as you yawn.
>Your mind pushes you off the shitty spring mattress and onto the ground, and your autopilot kicks in, driving you towards the mess hall.
>Ignoring all of the other fillies around you, you simply walk your messy ass on and out.
>Your mind wanders, but feels blank.
>You just think about waking up.
>About how fucking shit you feel, how you always feel like this, and probably always will.
>Never were a morning person.
>You're sure that spark in your eye's been gone for a long time.
>Hell, just like a lot of other fillies here.
>Though some still hope, you just don't see the point in it anymore.
>As you enter the mess hall and slide your tray across the line, that's all your mind focuses on.
>So what, you get picked, and then?
>Nobody's going to pick your ass for any good reason, and then that's when you'd be hoping you were back here or just dead.
>…Makes you wonder what the first fillies are doing now, where they ended up.
>Hell, maybe some are dead, it certainly wouldn't surprise you.
>But you wish it would.
>The next thing you know, you're staring at your pile of mush, served with bread and milk.
>You're seated in your normal spot in the middle of a row, because all the filly cliques take the edges.
>You glance over at them, expressions ranging from depressed, to nervous, to that borderline psychotic that'll fuck you up if you so much as look at them wrong.
>Makes you miss the times in the beginning.
>Though you were all more naive then, it was worth it to have a smile on your face, ignorance is bliss and all that.
>When you all huddled up as a group- hell, when you WERE a group.
>Before it all presented itself as a competition, a filly-eat-filly world.
>And of course, as the months dragged on, so did the competition.
>The fillies who'd just given up, the friends, the fillies that'd do anything to get out of here, it all formed pretty quickly after that.
>Though you never really stuck to a group.
>Of course not, you were never a great conversationalist.
>Never had much to say, listening and observing other conversations was easier to you.
>Well, not that it did much good, anyways…
>You mindlessly chew on the bread in your hooves while your thoughts wander.
>You wonder what kind of filly you would've been, if you ever got chosen.
>Way in the beginning, when there were actually anons to your fillies.
>Not that you would've ever gotten picked, anyways.
>There's fillies here a lot cuter than you, a lot more talented.
>Hell, the contentfags were the first ones to be picked, though you guess everyone would pick an alicorn first.
>Practically gone as quick as they came, just leaving you all "common fillies" here to struggle and compete for freedom.
>It's been… what, a year, since the last one left?
>Since that last faggot left and divided everybody, fillies without leadership and no reason to take the reigns.
>Heh, kinda like the thread, they were the bastards that held everything together…
>"Hey, faggot."
>Your eyes refocus, and you turn your head to another filly.
>Growing that chest fluff to stand out, huh?
>Cute.
>"…Y-you gonna eat that stuff? You could have my bread for it."
>Without a word, you slide the tray over to her, and she tosses a piece of bread at you with a flick of her wing.
>"Thanks."
>It's nice that there aren't really many fights, despite the looks of some.
>You figured the need to escape this hell would bring everyone together, or hell, even come together in hate of the fillies that went first.
>In the beginning you thought it'd all be fine, because even if you were in a hellish orphanage, taken out one by one… you had each other.
>But then you have the old and newfags, the nogs with the opposing fetishes, so on and so forth.
>And now you're all just different, both in shades of green and hopes and dreams.
>But where does it end?
>Where does it end…
>You get a rough tap on your head.
>"Hey."
>Spinning around, you meet none other than the head mare herself.
>"You've got a talk."
>The words ring in your head, and your muzzle scrunches in confusion.
>…YOU, have a talk?
>Getting the feeling of being watched, you glance around to see every Anon looking at you, with a wide range of emotions, from pity to envy, to just flat out pissed off.
>You get your head knocked with a hoof.
>"Well? Let's get a move on!"
>She drags you by your ear with her magic, pulling you from your breakfast and dragging you down all the hallways.
>Thoughts buzz around in your head, more violent than ever and surely doing a great job at waking you up.
>What kind of fate are you doomed to?
>Are you gonna get killed, end up a slave?
>A made, or a cocksock to some sick bastard made of money?
>As the interview room opens, all your thoughts are thrown out the window in an instant.
>Because the last thing you expected to see was another human Anon.
>>187520
And the second post:
>You can't help but break out into a quick smile, before your face droops again in front of the head mare.
>Though the expression on this Anon…
>It doesn't look so friendly.
>You're put in a seat before the head mare, who makes sure to give you a stern glance before turning to the Anon.
>Swallowing the lump in your throat, you watch him step forward after a short nod.
>"So… what's your name?"
"I-I… A-Anon, sir."
>The mare narrows her eyes behind him, and your body snaps up straighter in response.
>"Anon, huh? Of course it is…"
>He slowly walks around your chair.
>You can feel his eyes just, slithering over every inch of your body.
>Your tail instinctively wraps around one side of your flank, and the mare's look darkens.
>F-fuck, you're getting beaten for sure.
>Well, it's been a while since the last, you can say that, at least…
>"Well, Anon… Are you a good filly?"
>The air around you feels thin.
>A bit of your mane hangs over your face, and your confidence starts to crumble.
>Not that you had much to begin with, but you had hope…
"Y-yes, sir."
>He pauses, and just watches you.
>Eyes shaking, you try to keep it forward, and past the angry eyes of the head mare.
>The silence is deafening.
>"…I'll take her."
>She perks up.
>"Oh, splendid! Now, if you'll just hand me the payment-"
>He grabs a big bag from a table nearby and places it on her desk with a loud chink.
>"Oh, my, this'll do!"
>Hopping out of her chair, she makes her way to a another room nearby, then comes out with a tiny ass cage, barely any bigger than you are.
>She places it on the desk.
>"Free of charge, I hope you have a nice day, sir!"
>"Why thank you, I most certainly will."
>He picks it up and opens it, before placing it on the ground before you.
>As your heart sinks and your stomach churns, you slowly walk into your own enslavement.
>This shit's not what you signed up for back home.
>Not at all…
>Tail tucked and head down, you sit hunched over just to be able to fit.
>As your mind wanders, and you gaze around the cage, you don't notice the blanket being thrown over you.
>You're suddenly lifted up, as the sound of footsteps and the view of his slacks and shoes moving on the ground beneath you are all you're able to experience.
>Well…
>Might as well try to rest while you can.
>It doesn't seem like this'll be a very fun ride…
And the second post:
>You can't help but break out into a quick smile, before your face droops again in front of the head mare.
>Though the expression on this Anon…
>It doesn't look so friendly.
>You're put in a seat before the head mare, who makes sure to give you a stern glance before turning to the Anon.
>Swallowing the lump in your throat, you watch him step forward after a short nod.
>"So… what's your name?"
"I-I… A-Anon, sir."
>The mare narrows her eyes behind him, and your body snaps up straighter in response.
>"Anon, huh? Of course it is…"
>He slowly walks around your chair.
>You can feel his eyes just, slithering over every inch of your body.
>Your tail instinctively wraps around one side of your flank, and the mare's look darkens.
>F-fuck, you're getting beaten for sure.
>Well, it's been a while since the last, you can say that, at least…
>"Well, Anon… Are you a good filly?"
>The air around you feels thin.
>A bit of your mane hangs over your face, and your confidence starts to crumble.
>Not that you had much to begin with, but you had hope…
"Y-yes, sir."
>He pauses, and just watches you.
>Eyes shaking, you try to keep it forward, and past the angry eyes of the head mare.
>The silence is deafening.
>"…I'll take her."
>She perks up.
>"Oh, splendid! Now, if you'll just hand me the payment-"
>He grabs a big bag from a table nearby and places it on her desk with a loud chink.
>"Oh, my, this'll do!"
>Hopping out of her chair, she makes her way to a another room nearby, then comes out with a tiny ass cage, barely any bigger than you are.
>She places it on the desk.
>"Free of charge, I hope you have a nice day, sir!"
>"Why thank you, I most certainly will."
>He picks it up and opens it, before placing it on the ground before you.
>As your heart sinks and your stomach churns, you slowly walk into your own enslavement.
>This shit's not what you signed up for back home.
>Not at all…
>Tail tucked and head down, you sit hunched over just to be able to fit.
>As your mind wanders, and you gaze around the cage, you don't notice the blanket being thrown over you.
>You're suddenly lifted up, as the sound of footsteps and the view of his slacks and shoes moving on the ground beneath you are all you're able to experience.
>Well…
>Might as well try to rest while you can.
>It doesn't seem like this'll be a very fun ride…
Do not bully the diaper fillies.
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>>187493
>>187498
"Well… the second option sounds the safest. And like it'd actually work."
>Her eyes narrow, then she sighs, her expression softening.
>"Well, nobody else has stepped up to the plate, sorry I'm not the best at ideas."
>She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes as her chestfluff puffs out with the inhale.
>"You might've been stuck in that hellhole for a while, but life outside here ain't much but worse. Money's thin, impatience is growing, and everyone's hungry."
>She throws her hooves with the last bit, then sighs again, before hopping out of the chair.
>Anon doesn't move, so you don't, and a few minutes of shuffling and clinking in front of a storage later, she comes back.
>Three things are tossed on the map.
>That's a hidden blade, obviously.
>Like some kind of Assassin's Creed shit-
>Before you can make a dorky comment about it, the filly's looming over your head with the gear in her wings' grasp.
>You feel her tightening something on the sides of your head, then she plays around with your mane.
>"Bow, sharply."
>You process her request, then comply, the movement followed by a sharp, but almost silent shink.
>Looking up, the blade's popping out of your head kinda like a horn from here.
>Just, not actually on your head, and at a perpendicular angle.
>"Now tilt your head back."
>Doing so, you hear it slide back and click into place.
>"Man, that's some pretty handy shit, can't see a thing."
>"Yeah, that's the point genius."
>The second thing is just a disposable pen.
>Helpful though, seeing how you only ever got crayons at the orphanage.
>And a map in that might not be so great…
>The third, a tiny cone thing with a dim glow to it.
>She stuffs it in your ear.
>"The codeword's 'eggplant'. Any time you end up in trouble, something changes or goes wrong, just say that word, and I'll get note of it here. Try it."
"Um… eggplant."
>You see the tips of one of her wings start to glow the same color as the piece.
>She unfurls it, and a faint, light green hologram emits from it.
>Like the Star Wars shit, or Cortana.
>You can see yourself in it in a certain angle, and find out which direction you need to be in to see a hologram in a hologram in a hologram in a-
>"-Yeah alright, that's enough of that. That thing's only got a bit of charge in it, and it was expensive as fuck. Do NOT lose sight of it, or leave it anywhere that isn't on or IN you. I don't care what you have to do, but putting it this way, that thing cost like, twenty times what it cost to get you out."
"…Then couldn't you have bought twenty fillies instead?"
>She gives you a deadpan look.
>"Sure I'll just buy more mouths to feed instead of a long term solution to all of it, great idea."
>Smartass.
>She takes her hat off on the table, then leans in closer to look at you.
>"I just need to make sure you feel fully capable to do this. We're only gonna have one shot at it in this fuckin' decade most likely, so don't cut corners, alright? Take your time, knowledge is power. Every Anon's gonna get out of there one way or another, you rushing things instead of playing it safe is exactly what could send us all in the shitter."
>She places a wing on your withers.
>"You're the hero here, but you've got no powers. Don't rush it, don't be stupid, okay?"
>You nod.
>She places the device on the table, and Anon grabs it, gently putting it in one of his pockets.
>"Alright then, let's get this shitshow on the road. It's time to return that defective filly ass of yours."
No roll needed.
>>187498
"Well… the second option sounds the safest. And like it'd actually work."
>Her eyes narrow, then she sighs, her expression softening.
>"Well, nobody else has stepped up to the plate, sorry I'm not the best at ideas."
>She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes as her chestfluff puffs out with the inhale.
>"You might've been stuck in that hellhole for a while, but life outside here ain't much but worse. Money's thin, impatience is growing, and everyone's hungry."
>She throws her hooves with the last bit, then sighs again, before hopping out of the chair.
>Anon doesn't move, so you don't, and a few minutes of shuffling and clinking in front of a storage later, she comes back.
>Three things are tossed on the map.
>That's a hidden blade, obviously.
>Like some kind of Assassin's Creed shit-
>Before you can make a dorky comment about it, the filly's looming over your head with the gear in her wings' grasp.
>You feel her tightening something on the sides of your head, then she plays around with your mane.
>"Bow, sharply."
>You process her request, then comply, the movement followed by a sharp, but almost silent shink.
>Looking up, the blade's popping out of your head kinda like a horn from here.
>Just, not actually on your head, and at a perpendicular angle.
>"Now tilt your head back."
>Doing so, you hear it slide back and click into place.
>"Man, that's some pretty handy shit, can't see a thing."
>"Yeah, that's the point genius."
>The second thing is just a disposable pen.
>Helpful though, seeing how you only ever got crayons at the orphanage.
>And a map in that might not be so great…
>The third, a tiny cone thing with a dim glow to it.
>She stuffs it in your ear.
>"The codeword's 'eggplant'. Any time you end up in trouble, something changes or goes wrong, just say that word, and I'll get note of it here. Try it."
"Um… eggplant."
>You see the tips of one of her wings start to glow the same color as the piece.
>She unfurls it, and a faint, light green hologram emits from it.
>Like the Star Wars shit, or Cortana.
>You can see yourself in it in a certain angle, and find out which direction you need to be in to see a hologram in a hologram in a hologram in a-
>"-Yeah alright, that's enough of that. That thing's only got a bit of charge in it, and it was expensive as fuck. Do NOT lose sight of it, or leave it anywhere that isn't on or IN you. I don't care what you have to do, but putting it this way, that thing cost like, twenty times what it cost to get you out."
"…Then couldn't you have bought twenty fillies instead?"
>She gives you a deadpan look.
>"Sure I'll just buy more mouths to feed instead of a long term solution to all of it, great idea."
>Smartass.
>She takes her hat off on the table, then leans in closer to look at you.
>"I just need to make sure you feel fully capable to do this. We're only gonna have one shot at it in this fuckin' decade most likely, so don't cut corners, alright? Take your time, knowledge is power. Every Anon's gonna get out of there one way or another, you rushing things instead of playing it safe is exactly what could send us all in the shitter."
>She places a wing on your withers.
>"You're the hero here, but you've got no powers. Don't rush it, don't be stupid, okay?"
>You nod.
>She places the device on the table, and Anon grabs it, gently putting it in one of his pockets.
>"Alright then, let's get this shitshow on the road. It's time to return that defective filly ass of yours."
No roll needed.
>>187514
Now for the degeneracy to begin.
You dry off and brush yourself just in time to hear the castle open and your momfu come inside with bags of supplies and groceries. You set down your brush and trot out to the hall before the nerd finishes unpacking, and she smiles with a sincere glint in her eye as she tears open a bag and unfurls her gift: a plain white diaper, with two tapes on both sides to secure your hips and nice frilly cuffs to prevent leakage. A hole is also in rthe rear, to threat your tail through while also being as well sealed. The inside has a thick strip of some kind of synthetic fabric from rear to front, but on the outside are no obnoxious decorations or labels. Generally speaking, it looks like a fine fit for you…for a diaper. While you are glad she's got the piddle insurance, it still humiliates you that you have to wear it to begin with.
"Does this look good to you Anon? I thought to get a high absorption brand. Most foals' brand come with decorations but I know it's embarrassing enough to be put in diapers as is. Do you have any qualms with wearing forthe day today? Not that I expect further accidents but it may benefit you to…get used to wearing it." Now that she mentions it, this whole thing feels strangely intimate for a simple garment for the young and elderly…
"I…I guess that checks out. Mind if we stay in the castle today, no outings?" She pats your rump lightly, smiling.
"Of course. If you want jammies or other clothes to accompany it, I can order you a commission or two from Rarity. And I won't make you pad up except at night."
Minutes later, she powders your rump and seals the thing shut, leaving you on your back with legs in the air. Your privates feel strangely soft from the drying powder, the underwear only adding to that softness. While Twilight makes pancakes, you simply…sit there, on your back, white ball of plush and lightly crinkling plastic keeping your legs just a little further apart than normal. Your rump and fillyhood rub against the dry fabric, a hoof resting at your crotch as you feel almost overwhelmed. Where do you start? Do you even want to think about this thing any further? This big stuffy pamper, the strange widening of your legs by its thickness? As you slowly shift up onto your flanks, you hear crinkling and a gentle little 'pomf' of talcum powder escapes the waist of the diaper. Your heart races. Your eyes mist up. Your breathing seems to peeter out, only audible in gentle whisper-inhales followed by ten seconds of holding it in.
"-colate chips or blueberries?" Your head jerks up, one hoof pressed into your crotch and your breathing erratic. You try to speak but nothing comes out. But…you have to say words! Say them!
"I…I don't know, whatever's easier for you!" Why did you shout that? Stop! Deep breaths! Those aren't deep! BREATHE! BREA-
"Oh Anon…all this is your fetish, isn't it? Is that the issue?" You shake your head, trying to speak again and only succeeding after an awfward silence.
"I…no! I mean…I don't- I feel like…I think I'm going to pass out, I've never felt so…" Suddenly your voice squeaks and you lose your ability to finish the statement.
"Anon? I think you need to try and relax. You know I wouldn't tell a soul anything that you're worried about letting loose. Right? I'm here, and I am more than happy to lend my ear."
"I…I can't explain it. I'm dry as a desert down there…but I can't breathe…my heart feels like a drum…is this arousal? I feel…small….like I'd be easy to make someone's plaything…but…is it bad? Am I horny? Am I afraid? Am I just paranoid?" Twiggle's hoof on your head stops your ramble short.
"Anon. Everything is okay. It's just a diaper." This reassurance helps calm you, but then you feel more self conscious. How patronizing…no, don't cry, not now..
"Anon…nooo, noooo, don't feel pressued…I'll be here as long as you need. Give mamaa hug?"
You suddenly jump up to hug her tight, lightly sobbing. Your emotions continue to get the best of you, and you merely stay there as the room falls silent. Just the two of you fill the room with its ambient sounds: your crying calms as twiggle whispers sweet nothings to you, hugging you back with resolute tightness.
"T-Twilight…?"
"Yeah?"
"Am I…beyond helping? Or am I just doomed to be a b-bedwetting retard forever?"
"Anon…of course not. Anypony can be made better. You may be a unique case, but you can still get better with your body. You can't be expected to be experienced without time though. Just let mistakes happen, and learn from them."
Your conversation melts away. It grows harder to remember it line by line, your humiliation and conflicting emotions distracting you. However, soon enough, you simply accept the embrace. Just like the night before, she envelops you in warmth, slowly silencing all your whimpering until you're simply resting against her.
Of course, Murphy's Law is in full effect, as you hear a gentle hiss followed by a surprisingly cozy warmth between your thighs. Instead of feeling compelled to shrivel up and cry, you simply relax, a small smile on your face.
"You know…it's not so bad wearing this. Long as I don't have to walk in public like this…I could be wearing worse. Right?"
Well, I'm glad you feel that way." A peck is gingerly placed on your forehead, and despite attempting not to, you succumb to the instinct to giggle like the filly you are.
Now for the degeneracy to begin.
You dry off and brush yourself just in time to hear the castle open and your momfu come inside with bags of supplies and groceries. You set down your brush and trot out to the hall before the nerd finishes unpacking, and she smiles with a sincere glint in her eye as she tears open a bag and unfurls her gift: a plain white diaper, with two tapes on both sides to secure your hips and nice frilly cuffs to prevent leakage. A hole is also in rthe rear, to threat your tail through while also being as well sealed. The inside has a thick strip of some kind of synthetic fabric from rear to front, but on the outside are no obnoxious decorations or labels. Generally speaking, it looks like a fine fit for you…for a diaper. While you are glad she's got the piddle insurance, it still humiliates you that you have to wear it to begin with.
"Does this look good to you Anon? I thought to get a high absorption brand. Most foals' brand come with decorations but I know it's embarrassing enough to be put in diapers as is. Do you have any qualms with wearing forthe day today? Not that I expect further accidents but it may benefit you to…get used to wearing it." Now that she mentions it, this whole thing feels strangely intimate for a simple garment for the young and elderly…
"I…I guess that checks out. Mind if we stay in the castle today, no outings?" She pats your rump lightly, smiling.
"Of course. If you want jammies or other clothes to accompany it, I can order you a commission or two from Rarity. And I won't make you pad up except at night."
Minutes later, she powders your rump and seals the thing shut, leaving you on your back with legs in the air. Your privates feel strangely soft from the drying powder, the underwear only adding to that softness. While Twilight makes pancakes, you simply…sit there, on your back, white ball of plush and lightly crinkling plastic keeping your legs just a little further apart than normal. Your rump and fillyhood rub against the dry fabric, a hoof resting at your crotch as you feel almost overwhelmed. Where do you start? Do you even want to think about this thing any further? This big stuffy pamper, the strange widening of your legs by its thickness? As you slowly shift up onto your flanks, you hear crinkling and a gentle little 'pomf' of talcum powder escapes the waist of the diaper. Your heart races. Your eyes mist up. Your breathing seems to peeter out, only audible in gentle whisper-inhales followed by ten seconds of holding it in.
"-colate chips or blueberries?" Your head jerks up, one hoof pressed into your crotch and your breathing erratic. You try to speak but nothing comes out. But…you have to say words! Say them!
"I…I don't know, whatever's easier for you!" Why did you shout that? Stop! Deep breaths! Those aren't deep! BREATHE! BREA-
"Oh Anon…all this is your fetish, isn't it? Is that the issue?" You shake your head, trying to speak again and only succeeding after an awfward silence.
"I…no! I mean…I don't- I feel like…I think I'm going to pass out, I've never felt so…" Suddenly your voice squeaks and you lose your ability to finish the statement.
"Anon? I think you need to try and relax. You know I wouldn't tell a soul anything that you're worried about letting loose. Right? I'm here, and I am more than happy to lend my ear."
"I…I can't explain it. I'm dry as a desert down there…but I can't breathe…my heart feels like a drum…is this arousal? I feel…small….like I'd be easy to make someone's plaything…but…is it bad? Am I horny? Am I afraid? Am I just paranoid?" Twiggle's hoof on your head stops your ramble short.
"Anon. Everything is okay. It's just a diaper." This reassurance helps calm you, but then you feel more self conscious. How patronizing…no, don't cry, not now..
"Anon…nooo, noooo, don't feel pressued…I'll be here as long as you need. Give mamaa hug?"
You suddenly jump up to hug her tight, lightly sobbing. Your emotions continue to get the best of you, and you merely stay there as the room falls silent. Just the two of you fill the room with its ambient sounds: your crying calms as twiggle whispers sweet nothings to you, hugging you back with resolute tightness.
"T-Twilight…?"
"Yeah?"
"Am I…beyond helping? Or am I just doomed to be a b-bedwetting retard forever?"
"Anon…of course not. Anypony can be made better. You may be a unique case, but you can still get better with your body. You can't be expected to be experienced without time though. Just let mistakes happen, and learn from them."
Your conversation melts away. It grows harder to remember it line by line, your humiliation and conflicting emotions distracting you. However, soon enough, you simply accept the embrace. Just like the night before, she envelops you in warmth, slowly silencing all your whimpering until you're simply resting against her.
Of course, Murphy's Law is in full effect, as you hear a gentle hiss followed by a surprisingly cozy warmth between your thighs. Instead of feeling compelled to shrivel up and cry, you simply relax, a small smile on your face.
"You know…it's not so bad wearing this. Long as I don't have to walk in public like this…I could be wearing worse. Right?"
Well, I'm glad you feel that way." A peck is gingerly placed on your forehead, and despite attempting not to, you succumb to the instinct to giggle like the filly you are.
Anonymous
No.187619
Might've passed out writing and slept in dreaming I was somewhere cozier.[/i]
>>187639
Oh Carlos. Never make that pun in this 'ere town again or you'll swing from a tree.
I like whoever's posting the padded art though. 2cute4me.
Oh Carlos. Never make that pun in this 'ere town again or you'll swing from a tree.
I like whoever's posting the padded art though. 2cute4me.
Anonymous
No.187651
Anonymous
No.187655
/abdl/
Anonfilly baby diaper lover
Anonfilly baby diaper lover
>>187530
>>187586
>Critical success!
>You nod at the filly, and she confidently nods back.
>She reaches a hoof out to shake, but you see it as an offer to hug instead.
>Leaning over, a whole mess of uncoordinated, clueless moving happens.
>But you push on, eager for that hug, just as she ends up leaning just a bit closer to you.
>But somehow, you end up in a kiss with her.
>Her eyes shoot open, and she looks at you, confused for a moment.
>It fades quickly, and with a gentle moan she leans into you and gives you her own kiss.
>You can feel and see her cheeks burning, as well as your own, and after what seems like a blissful eternity, you part.
>”Holy shit… god that was fucking hot.”
>”Sh-shut the fuck up!”
>She turns to you, glaring, but eyes wide in something else.
>”And you, what the fucking fuck was that?”
>You can’t help but just shrug.
>Blush still clearly present, her eyes move around the room.
>”God, y-you fucking faggot fillies, I swear… Dismissed!”
>She slams her hat back on her head and bolts out of the room.
>Anon turns to you.
>”If you ever plan on doing that again, make sure I can see, yeah?”
>>187586
>Critical success!
>You nod at the filly, and she confidently nods back.
>She reaches a hoof out to shake, but you see it as an offer to hug instead.
>Leaning over, a whole mess of uncoordinated, clueless moving happens.
>But you push on, eager for that hug, just as she ends up leaning just a bit closer to you.
>But somehow, you end up in a kiss with her.
>Her eyes shoot open, and she looks at you, confused for a moment.
>It fades quickly, and with a gentle moan she leans into you and gives you her own kiss.
>You can feel and see her cheeks burning, as well as your own, and after what seems like a blissful eternity, you part.
>”Holy shit… god that was fucking hot.”
>”Sh-shut the fuck up!”
>She turns to you, glaring, but eyes wide in something else.
>”And you, what the fucking fuck was that?”
>You can’t help but just shrug.
>Blush still clearly present, her eyes move around the room.
>”God, y-you fucking faggot fillies, I swear… Dismissed!”
>She slams her hat back on her head and bolts out of the room.
>Anon turns to you.
>”If you ever plan on doing that again, make sure I can see, yeah?”
Anonymous
No.187679
>>187676
That's how I see it at least. It is not my fetish, but wanting to wear a diaper in public and then piss or shit in it seems to be in the vain of humiliation. Wanting a MILF does not take you that far.
That's how I see it at least. It is not my fetish, but wanting to wear a diaper in public and then piss or shit in it seems to be in the vain of humiliation. Wanting a MILF does not take you that far.
>>187683
>comfort and affection
Of wearing a diaper? I just don't see it. You can be treated like you are younger without the need of that.
>comfort and affection
Of wearing a diaper? I just don't see it. You can be treated like you are younger without the need of that.
>>187685
The comfort can be from the physical object or from feeling "secure", and the affection is from being taken care of and loved. You're right that you don't need a diaper for either of those. It's just something I like.
The comfort can be from the physical object or from feeling "secure", and the affection is from being taken care of and loved. You're right that you don't need a diaper for either of those. It's just something I like.
>>187689
It's a lot of obscure things really. They're ectremely soft and warm, talcum powder makes your thighs feel smooth and soft, and it's genuinely even more comfortable upon wetting. Messing is weird, and I say this as a messfag - it's a tossup whether you have a hard time passing it, or it's painful, or it's too watery or just awful smelling, so it's really just a love or hate thing. But wetting is just, lovely.
I am also into humiliation, but not usually of the public variety. For instance, I prefer embarrassing yourself in front of somebody that you trust that will take it either with good humor or hold it over your head for eternity. If kind of intersects with having a partner who's willing to take care of you and tease you in good faith.
It's a lot of obscure things really. They're ectremely soft and warm, talcum powder makes your thighs feel smooth and soft, and it's genuinely even more comfortable upon wetting. Messing is weird, and I say this as a messfag - it's a tossup whether you have a hard time passing it, or it's painful, or it's too watery or just awful smelling, so it's really just a love or hate thing. But wetting is just, lovely.
I am also into humiliation, but not usually of the public variety. For instance, I prefer embarrassing yourself in front of somebody that you trust that will take it either with good humor or hold it over your head for eternity. If kind of intersects with having a partner who's willing to take care of you and tease you in good faith.
>>187689
The other anon wasn't me.
It's tough to explain since it's a fetish, and because different people like different things about it. Besides what I mentioned before, I like it being a secret shared with someone close. It being located in a sexual area could also have something to do with it. And I do like wetting, but not messing
I guess if you have a specific question you can ask.
The other anon wasn't me.
It's tough to explain since it's a fetish, and because different people like different things about it. Besides what I mentioned before, I like it being a secret shared with someone close. It being located in a sexual area could also have something to do with it. And I do like wetting, but not messing
I guess if you have a specific question you can ask.
>Multipule diperfags on my Nazi horse riding forum
Fan-fucking-tastic.
>>187700
>it's genuinely even more comfortable upon wetting. Messing is weird, and I say this as a messfag - it's a tossup whether you have a hard time passing it, or it's painful, or it's too watery or just awful smelling, so it's really just a love or hate thing. But wetting is just, lovely.
>I am also into humiliation
Called it.
>>187702
How is pissing yourself not a part of a humiliation fetish?
Fan-fucking-tastic.
>>187700
>it's genuinely even more comfortable upon wetting. Messing is weird, and I say this as a messfag - it's a tossup whether you have a hard time passing it, or it's painful, or it's too watery or just awful smelling, so it's really just a love or hate thing. But wetting is just, lovely.
>I am also into humiliation
Called it.
>>187702
How is pissing yourself not a part of a humiliation fetish?
>>187711
>How is pissing yourself not a part of a humiliation fetish?
If you were shameless about it, I guess?
>How is pissing yourself not a part of a humiliation fetish?
If you were shameless about it, I guess?
>>187719
Me personally? I'm not a pissfag. I'm just assuming that's how one can be a pissfag without being into humiliation.
Me personally? I'm not a pissfag. I'm just assuming that's how one can be a pissfag without being into humiliation.
>>187722
>I'm not a pissfag
Ah, you are a different person then. Okay, that clears it up. Thank you. It can get confusing talking to people anonymously, but anonymously is the best way to talk about sensitive matters.
>I'm not a pissfag
Ah, you are a different person then. Okay, that clears it up. Thank you. It can get confusing talking to people anonymously, but anonymously is the best way to talk about sensitive matters.
>>187711
>>187715
It depends on how embarrassed the person feels about it, I suppose.
I often see humiliation as coming from other people making fun of you for something (or fear of that happening). To me it wouldn't be humiliating if the only person who knew was me, and potentially the one taking care of me (given that she is comforting and caring about it).
>>187715
It depends on how embarrassed the person feels about it, I suppose.
I often see humiliation as coming from other people making fun of you for something (or fear of that happening). To me it wouldn't be humiliating if the only person who knew was me, and potentially the one taking care of me (given that she is comforting and caring about it).
>>187733
The warmth and wetness around the crotch feels good to me. I also find it intimate, since it's not something you'd share with just anyone.
The warmth and wetness around the crotch feels good to me. I also find it intimate, since it's not something you'd share with just anyone.
Anonymous
No.187742
Great. I leave the thread for a day and it's nothing but diaperfaggotry.
>>187754
It's not my fault I had shit to do, I was here this morning. Calm your tits, some of us have lives outside of this thread.
It's not my fault I had shit to do, I was here this morning. Calm your tits, some of us have lives outside of this thread.
Anonymous
No.187758
>>187756
I have to live long enough to continue my shitty green to upgrade to alicorn status, so yes. I need to eat and sleep.
I have to live long enough to continue my shitty green to upgrade to alicorn status, so yes. I need to eat and sleep.
Filly
>>187345
Who?
>You are Anon
>Or you were Anon once
>No, fuck this, you are still Anon
>And you want to get out of the castle
>No, you NEED to go out
>Twilight has been trying to insert magic bleach or some spell like that into you
>Make you accept to become her filly
>Her FILLY, out of all things
>Its not like you have the strength or size to go against her anymore now, as she made you into a little green horse
>Not like you had the strength to go against her magic, but still
>Despite taking your body, taking your life, taking big joe
>Rest in peace dear friend, may you go to horse pussy heaven and drown in it
>Still, despite all that, she also wants to take your mind
>The last thing that makes you (You)
>And apparently her magic bleach has been doing its work
>Its not all that bad, it helped you walk on fours without trouble or tripping
>Helped you eat without feeling like eating grass, learning the wonders of hay
>Wearing nice dresses at-
>No, fuck this, this isnt you
>Fuck purple and her haybacon
>And you just know how you can get some alone time
>"Hornet!"
"Coming~"
>Your eagerness to answer Twilight surprises you
>But maybe you can use that as a stepping stone
>As you arrive in the kitches your nose is assauted by the strong smell of pancakes
>And there s no Spike anywhere
>She s probably feeling pretty good this day you recon
"Morning mom"
>Something drops and clatters in the sink and a gasp can be heard from the direction
>"W-what did you call me?"
"Huh? What do you mean mom? Did i do something wrong?"
>You can see her holding back tears as she sports the biggest smile you ever seen on her
>"N-nothing, good morning sunshine"
>Heh, too easy
>Its then that you re levitated and brought into the fuzzy wall of her chest floof for a hug
>You hug her back only to keep the facade
>Not that it s good or anything
>Okay, you cant even convince yourself of this…
>But just when you allow yourself to enjoy it, she decides to pull back
>"Breakfast will be out in a bit, just go sit and i ll have it served just the way you like it"
"Okay"
>And after some good pets from her and a nuzzle you re off
>…you kinda feel bad for doing this now
>Is she really that bad?
>Magic bleach says yes
>But this…
>You see a tall pile of pancankes float to where you re seating
>And your mind draws blank just as fast as the smell hits you
>You didnt even bite and you can tell that this will be delicious
>"I know how much you love haybacon so i put in a few, but dont get used to it~"
>Her talking about the haybacon reminded you of how much she has tried to alter your very being
>And you cant help but scrunch at the pancakes in front of you
>"Huh? Hornet? What s wrong?"
>Fuck, damage control, quick!
"Uhh, i was just thinking…"
>Twilight, seeing you hesitate, turns off the stove and moves to your side
>With a gentle hoof, she guides your head to her chest and start caressing your back
>You feel a warmth grow inside of you
>…bucking chest fluff, stop using your evil magic on me
>Fucking, i mean fucking
>Bucking ponies
>…
>"So, what s troubling you my little filly?"
>You got so lost in the moment you completely forgot about this
>Using your most innocent voice you say:
"I dont know, i ve been thinking on the last days…"
>The hoof on your back stops petting you and holds more firmly
>You re definetly on thin ice now
"I…feel so alone, always inside…can i go outside and play with other fillies?"
>A loud sigh comes above your head and her hoof relents, going back to petting
>Is you being yourself such a big deal to her?
>"Its…complicated"
>She steps back a bit to look you in your eyes, but promptly smiles
>"But you know what? You better make some friends, what kind of "princess of friendship" would i be if my filly didnt have any?"
>With a gasp you jump on her back and give her a tight hug
"Thanks mom! I will make you proud!"
>Too far?
>Both of you giggle as she starts pronking around, with you still hugging her on her back
>You re surprised to see that your giggles are genuine
>Definetly too far…
>Stopping and setting you on the ground she notices your expression falling
>"Aww dont worry, we can do this again some other time"
>She gently ruffles your hair
>In a weird horsey way that actually combs it in place
>Goddamn ponies man
>"Now go and make some friends"
>And with a smooch to the head she turns around to do her things, singing with a swing in her steps
>Purple may do some bad things which you just cant understand the reason for, but she s not a bad pony
>And you kinda feel bad for playing her
>So you decide to go outside before the pain of guilt and regret becomes too much
Was supposed to be just a intro to the green, but felt actually nice on itself as a SoL, so posting before even writing the rest since i dont expect that done by today
Who?
>You are Anon
>Or you were Anon once
>No, fuck this, you are still Anon
>And you want to get out of the castle
>No, you NEED to go out
>Twilight has been trying to insert magic bleach or some spell like that into you
>Make you accept to become her filly
>Her FILLY, out of all things
>Its not like you have the strength or size to go against her anymore now, as she made you into a little green horse
>Not like you had the strength to go against her magic, but still
>Despite taking your body, taking your life, taking big joe
>Rest in peace dear friend, may you go to horse pussy heaven and drown in it
>Still, despite all that, she also wants to take your mind
>The last thing that makes you (You)
>And apparently her magic bleach has been doing its work
>Its not all that bad, it helped you walk on fours without trouble or tripping
>Helped you eat without feeling like eating grass, learning the wonders of hay
>Wearing nice dresses at-
>No, fuck this, this isnt you
>Fuck purple and her haybacon
>And you just know how you can get some alone time
>"Hornet!"
"Coming~"
>Your eagerness to answer Twilight surprises you
>But maybe you can use that as a stepping stone
>As you arrive in the kitches your nose is assauted by the strong smell of pancakes
>And there s no Spike anywhere
>She s probably feeling pretty good this day you recon
"Morning mom"
>Something drops and clatters in the sink and a gasp can be heard from the direction
>"W-what did you call me?"
"Huh? What do you mean mom? Did i do something wrong?"
>You can see her holding back tears as she sports the biggest smile you ever seen on her
>"N-nothing, good morning sunshine"
>Heh, too easy
>Its then that you re levitated and brought into the fuzzy wall of her chest floof for a hug
>You hug her back only to keep the facade
>Not that it s good or anything
>Okay, you cant even convince yourself of this…
>But just when you allow yourself to enjoy it, she decides to pull back
>"Breakfast will be out in a bit, just go sit and i ll have it served just the way you like it"
"Okay"
>And after some good pets from her and a nuzzle you re off
>…you kinda feel bad for doing this now
>Is she really that bad?
>Magic bleach says yes
>But this…
>You see a tall pile of pancankes float to where you re seating
>And your mind draws blank just as fast as the smell hits you
>You didnt even bite and you can tell that this will be delicious
>"I know how much you love haybacon so i put in a few, but dont get used to it~"
>Her talking about the haybacon reminded you of how much she has tried to alter your very being
>And you cant help but scrunch at the pancakes in front of you
>"Huh? Hornet? What s wrong?"
>Fuck, damage control, quick!
"Uhh, i was just thinking…"
>Twilight, seeing you hesitate, turns off the stove and moves to your side
>With a gentle hoof, she guides your head to her chest and start caressing your back
>You feel a warmth grow inside of you
>…bucking chest fluff, stop using your evil magic on me
>Fucking, i mean fucking
>Bucking ponies
>…
>"So, what s troubling you my little filly?"
>You got so lost in the moment you completely forgot about this
>Using your most innocent voice you say:
"I dont know, i ve been thinking on the last days…"
>The hoof on your back stops petting you and holds more firmly
>You re definetly on thin ice now
"I…feel so alone, always inside…can i go outside and play with other fillies?"
>A loud sigh comes above your head and her hoof relents, going back to petting
>Is you being yourself such a big deal to her?
>"Its…complicated"
>She steps back a bit to look you in your eyes, but promptly smiles
>"But you know what? You better make some friends, what kind of "princess of friendship" would i be if my filly didnt have any?"
>With a gasp you jump on her back and give her a tight hug
"Thanks mom! I will make you proud!"
>Too far?
>Both of you giggle as she starts pronking around, with you still hugging her on her back
>You re surprised to see that your giggles are genuine
>Definetly too far…
>Stopping and setting you on the ground she notices your expression falling
>"Aww dont worry, we can do this again some other time"
>She gently ruffles your hair
>In a weird horsey way that actually combs it in place
>Goddamn ponies man
>"Now go and make some friends"
>And with a smooch to the head she turns around to do her things, singing with a swing in her steps
>Purple may do some bad things which you just cant understand the reason for, but she s not a bad pony
>And you kinda feel bad for playing her
>So you decide to go outside before the pain of guilt and regret becomes too much
Was supposed to be just a intro to the green, but felt actually nice on itself as a SoL, so posting before even writing the rest since i dont expect that done by today
Anonymous
No.187805
>>187795
It's interesting seeing this struggle between old anon and anonfilly going on inside a filly's head especially as the lines get blurred. This filly with Twi is top cute, I hope to see more soon.
It's interesting seeing this struggle between old anon and anonfilly going on inside a filly's head especially as the lines get blurred. This filly with Twi is top cute, I hope to see more soon.
Anonymous
No.187806
>>187517
Go up there and show the world(and Ajna) how majestic af you are while doing this
[YouTube] Princess Celestia Being Deep [♫ Mary France ♫]![]()
[ 1d100 = 67 ]
>>187516
Secret? Posting here was bad?
Thanks for the edit i guess , could ve done with a transparent instead of white bg, its nice
Go up there and show the world(and Ajna) how majestic af you are while doing this
[YouTube] Princess Celestia Being Deep [♫ Mary France ♫]
[ 1d100 = 67 ]
>>187516
Secret? Posting here was bad?
Thanks for the edit i guess , could ve done with a transparent instead of white bg, its nice
Anonymous
No.187811
>>187861
Nope.
I was busy ringing a bell for like, 9 hours today. Now that it's over I am both restless and stiff. So, uh, I'm going to read stuff and pass out. Maybe tomorrow I'll have time to chat and perhaps write.
Also, let's say Twiggy has to go off somewhere for friendship reasons and has to give someone else the filly. Who would be the one to have the most potential for weird or kinky shenanigans?
Asking for a friend.
Nope.
I was busy ringing a bell for like, 9 hours today. Now that it's over I am both restless and stiff. So, uh, I'm going to read stuff and pass out. Maybe tomorrow I'll have time to chat and perhaps write.
Also, let's say Twiggy has to go off somewhere for friendship reasons and has to give someone else the filly. Who would be the one to have the most potential for weird or kinky shenanigans?
Asking for a friend.
Anonymous
No.187876
>>187517
As Mama Velvet grabs you a table, your eyes are glued to the stage. You want a taste of it all, and you don't care if you make a fool out of yourself. Worst case scenario, a bunch ponies you'll likely never see again think you suck. You walk up to the cafe owner.
"Any chance I could get in on that? I've got an act I'd like to play."
She smiles and answers cheerfully.
<"Oh sure. Just sign up and we'll call you when it's your turn."
She passes you a clipboard and a quill, and you sign your name as best you can. Your mouthwriting isn't as great as you'd like it to be, but it's been getting better quickly since attending school.
When you make it back to your table, you find a big fat Caesar salad in front of you, which you snack on as you plan out your act. You pass a look towards Twilight and Blossom when you realize what you want to play.
"Either of you a fan of Dido? I'm gonna be performing, and I'd like some accompaniment."
Twilight just shakes her head, while Blossom takes a moment to think.
>"Dido… don't think I've heard of her."
"Okay, you know that song that goes, 'it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad…"
>"Oh, yeah, I know that one."
"If I wrote down the lyrics for you and cues for when to come in, do you think you could sing while I rap?"
>"Like a duet?"
"Kind of, yeah."
>"Then let's do it."
You grab a napkin and start writing down lyrics as fast as you can. There's a few acts ahead of you, so you some time to get Blossom used to the timing of each of your parts, but you don't have much room to practice. You nonetheless manage to hum out the tune for her off in a corner so she'll be able to do her part right.
With barely just enough preparation, the store owner calls you to the stage, and together with Blossom, you perform "Stan", by Eminem, complete with the accompaniment. The performance was surprisingly decent despite the lack of practice, but the audience was nonetheless left confused. Half the lyrics dealt with topics one would not expect to come out of a filly's mouth, and a some of them make references to items clearly not from their world. They applaud anyways, and you take a bow with Blossom as you make your way back to your table once more.
Mama Velvet seems a bit stunned still as you take your seat.
<<"What in Equestria was THAT?"
As Mama Velvet grabs you a table, your eyes are glued to the stage. You want a taste of it all, and you don't care if you make a fool out of yourself. Worst case scenario, a bunch ponies you'll likely never see again think you suck. You walk up to the cafe owner.
"Any chance I could get in on that? I've got an act I'd like to play."
She smiles and answers cheerfully.
<"Oh sure. Just sign up and we'll call you when it's your turn."
She passes you a clipboard and a quill, and you sign your name as best you can. Your mouthwriting isn't as great as you'd like it to be, but it's been getting better quickly since attending school.
When you make it back to your table, you find a big fat Caesar salad in front of you, which you snack on as you plan out your act. You pass a look towards Twilight and Blossom when you realize what you want to play.
"Either of you a fan of Dido? I'm gonna be performing, and I'd like some accompaniment."
Twilight just shakes her head, while Blossom takes a moment to think.
>"Dido… don't think I've heard of her."
"Okay, you know that song that goes, 'it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad…"
>"Oh, yeah, I know that one."
"If I wrote down the lyrics for you and cues for when to come in, do you think you could sing while I rap?"
>"Like a duet?"
"Kind of, yeah."
>"Then let's do it."
You grab a napkin and start writing down lyrics as fast as you can. There's a few acts ahead of you, so you some time to get Blossom used to the timing of each of your parts, but you don't have much room to practice. You nonetheless manage to hum out the tune for her off in a corner so she'll be able to do her part right.
With barely just enough preparation, the store owner calls you to the stage, and together with Blossom, you perform "Stan", by Eminem, complete with the accompaniment. The performance was surprisingly decent despite the lack of practice, but the audience was nonetheless left confused. Half the lyrics dealt with topics one would not expect to come out of a filly's mouth, and a some of them make references to items clearly not from their world. They applaud anyways, and you take a bow with Blossom as you make your way back to your table once more.
Mama Velvet seems a bit stunned still as you take your seat.
<<"What in Equestria was THAT?"
>Filly organizes a play about how unfair Purple is
Anonymous
No.187881
Anonymous
No.187887
>>187878
"The insane ramblings of a wigger who wishes he was popular enough to have people murder eachother over him" [ 1d100 = 54 ]
"The insane ramblings of a wigger who wishes he was popular enough to have people murder eachother over him" [ 1d100 = 54 ]
>>187878
"Something I came up with on the fly."
[ 1d100 = 31 ]
Is plagiarism from another world a crime?
"Something I came up with on the fly."
[ 1d100 = 31 ]
Is plagiarism from another world a crime?
>>187967
No, it's an actual assassin named Content ID. Though he does have cross-dimensional awareness.
No, it's an actual assassin named Content ID. Though he does have cross-dimensional awareness.
Headcanon time:
When an Anon is turned into the filly, their race is determined by their ancestry as a human. Anons with Germanic/Scandinavian ancestry become Earth Ponies, Anons with Celtic/Gallic ancestry become Unicorns, and Anons with Mediterranean/Slavic ancestry become Pegasi.
When an Anon is turned into the filly, their race is determined by their ancestry as a human. Anons with Germanic/Scandinavian ancestry become Earth Ponies, Anons with Celtic/Gallic ancestry become Unicorns, and Anons with Mediterranean/Slavic ancestry become Pegasi.
A question for those who have read a lot of greens. Are there any greens that are not centered around sex/romance/psychological horrors that you would recommend? Prefer for it to be about anon filly, but others are fine too.
>Yesterdays thread flavor was diaper and piss fetishes
>Today's flavor is racism
What will the thread flavor for tomorrow be? Alcoholism?
>Today's flavor is racism
What will the thread flavor for tomorrow be? Alcoholism?
>Tfw my country is literally a mix of pretty much every race
Well…fuck, I guess i m not joining the filly aryan army
Well…fuck, I guess i m not joining the filly aryan army
>>188014
>is taken seriously
Well, ok then. I do have a thing for gin, but beer is fine too. The bitterer the beer the better. Indecently, would your taste in the new world be the same, or would it change drastically? Do ponies even have the same sense of taste?
>is taken seriously
Well, ok then. I do have a thing for gin, but beer is fine too. The bitterer the beer the better. Indecently, would your taste in the new world be the same, or would it change drastically? Do ponies even have the same sense of taste?
>>188019
>Indecently, would your taste in the new world be the same, or would it change drastically? Do ponies even have the same sense of taste?
That is an entirely different can of worms, almost worthy of its own discussion thread.
>Indecently, would your taste in the new world be the same, or would it change drastically? Do ponies even have the same sense of taste?
That is an entirely different can of worms, almost worthy of its own discussion thread.
>>188018
Done worry, you can become an honorary filly via irl actions. Unfortunately, when you arrive in Equestria you are not naturally green, but teal.
Done worry, you can become an honorary filly via irl actions. Unfortunately, when you arrive in Equestria you are not naturally green, but teal.
>>188021
Then now is the perfect time. I say it remains the exact same. Do you agree? If not fight me faggot!
>>188023
From google:
>Anon Chan that will be born and brought to life
>>188026
>Betting 5 bits on crippling depression
I'm not taking that beat, that is too good of a prediction.
>spoiler
Why not? Just taste, or moral reasons?
Then now is the perfect time. I say it remains the exact same. Do you agree? If not fight me faggot!
>>188023
From google:
>Anon Chan that will be born and brought to life
>>188026
>Betting 5 bits on crippling depression
I'm not taking that beat, that is too good of a prediction.
>spoiler
Why not? Just taste, or moral reasons?
>>188039
>Is that good enough
All writefags go to Equestria, except the ones who don't finish. They have it the hardest.
>spolier
Deal.
>Is that good enough
All writefags go to Equestria, except the ones who don't finish. They have it the hardest.
>spolier
Deal.
Anonymous
No.188057
>>188042
>Our tastes change slightly to match our new biology
Right, but this is magic biology. If you are reincarnated as a pony in Equestria, your taste and your memories will come along with it.
>Our tastes change slightly to match our new biology
Right, but this is magic biology. If you are reincarnated as a pony in Equestria, your taste and your memories will come along with it.
Anonymous
No.188064
I love how volatile this board is.
Last week: Discord
Yesterday: Diaperfaggotry
Today: Racism and fighting/working for law enforcement
Last week: Discord
Yesterday: Diaperfaggotry
Today: Racism and fighting/working for law enforcement
>>188065
Fillymobile is stopped by the local ponice, preventing such a crude craft from traveling through the streets of Equestria ever again [ 1d100 = 55 ] xDDD
Fillymobile is stopped by the local ponice, preventing such a crude craft from traveling through the streets of Equestria ever again [ 1d100 = 55 ] xDDD
>>188071
Dice [ 1d100 = 73 ]
Rolling to successfully abort you no hard feelings. Someone has to roll for it.
Dice [ 1d100 = 73 ]
Rolling to successfully abort you no hard feelings. Someone has to roll for it.
Anonymous
No.188082
Anonymous
No.188085
Anonymous
No.188101
>>188009
Depends on what you define as psychological horror. I can recommend Carbs' green for your taste though, it's the most vanilla of any popular decently long greens.
>>188045
Any writefags over 50k words get to be alicorns or something I think. I don't think it's fair to punish people for not finishing their green because some greens were built around the concept of not really building up to one true ending.
Depends on what you define as psychological horror. I can recommend Carbs' green for your taste though, it's the most vanilla of any popular decently long greens.
>>188045
Any writefags over 50k words get to be alicorns or something I think. I don't think it's fair to punish people for not finishing their green because some greens were built around the concept of not really building up to one true ending.
>>188104
I think it's 100k, but that disqualifies nearly all of them.
Also CYOAs need 500k because it's not a real green.
I think it's 100k, but that disqualifies nearly all of them.
Also CYOAs need 500k because it's not a real green.
I am the meme machine
Anonymous
No.188129
Post oekaki fillies
Anonymous
No.188133
>>188112
Heh lmao, fuck my overarching plot I guess. Since I let you jerkoffs contribute in the story I guess I'm not a real writer.
Heh lmao, fuck my overarching plot I guess. Since I let you jerkoffs contribute in the story I guess I'm not a real writer.
>>188134
Damn straight. If you want to be a real filly you need to hit 500K. Do you have enough autism to pull it off?
Damn straight. If you want to be a real filly you need to hit 500K. Do you have enough autism to pull it off?
>>188135
Do I have the autism? Probably. Do I have the time? Probably not. I'm sitting pretty at just over 54k on my main story, and that's over about 11 months at this point.
Do I have the autism? Probably. Do I have the time? Probably not. I'm sitting pretty at just over 54k on my main story, and that's over about 11 months at this point.
>>188143
>54k on my main story, and that's over about 11 months at this point
So just make sure not to go to Equestria for 9 more years. Simple, right?
>54k on my main story, and that's over about 11 months at this point
So just make sure not to go to Equestria for 9 more years. Simple, right?
Anonymous
No.188148
>>188142
~1k pics i d guess, sketches wouldnt count, only those that are at least flat colour, maybe lineart, but dont know if only lineart would push the hours needed far enough to be equivalent unless its a lot of fillies in one pic
Also oegaki is hard, have a cheerilee assignment
~1k pics i d guess, sketches wouldnt count, only those that are at least flat colour, maybe lineart, but dont know if only lineart would push the hours needed far enough to be equivalent unless its a lot of fillies in one pic
Also oegaki is hard, have a cheerilee assignment
>>188134
Just like, write massive amounts of purple and meticulously describe every little thing, fuck narrative quality you know? Only quantity matters when it comes to arbitrary numbers pulled out of one's ass for the purpose of becoming a filly.
Just like, write massive amounts of purple and meticulously describe every little thing, fuck narrative quality you know? Only quantity matters when it comes to arbitrary numbers pulled out of one's ass for the purpose of becoming a filly.
>>188153
>is the author of FoE among us
That would actually be really cool if he was.
Sadly, I am not published. I have no confidence.
>is the author of FoE among us
That would actually be really cool if he was.
Sadly, I am not published. I have no confidence.
>>188154
Well, it looks like the tables have turned faggot. Write, write like your life depends on it.
Well, it looks like the tables have turned faggot. Write, write like your life depends on it.
>>188157
Who says I don't already have the words? They are just sitting there, nice and neat in my word docs. Besides, there is more than one way to get to Equestria.
Who says I don't already have the words? They are just sitting there, nice and neat in my word docs. Besides, there is more than one way to get to Equestria.
>>188158
What kind of words? Filly words? I have an email address for a reason…
If you faggots spam me I swear…
What kind of words? Filly words? I have an email address for a reason…
If you faggots spam me I swear…
>>188143
>Lone15: 54k words in 11 months
>Me: nearly 15k words in a week
Suddenly 100k words actually seems reasonable to me, huh…
>Lone15: 54k words in 11 months
>Me: nearly 15k words in a week
Suddenly 100k words actually seems reasonable to me, huh…
DiscordFilly
No.188171
Anonymous
No.188177
>>188178
I know I only counted fillywords in my number. Not really sure if nonfillywords would count, it'd be hard to draw the line on that kind of stuff.
I know I only counted fillywords in my number. Not really sure if nonfillywords would count, it'd be hard to draw the line on that kind of stuff.
Anonymous
No.188198
>>188195
Well done.
Might be able to pump up the wordcount by diversifying my writing topics. Little one-shots and such.
Pity that needing to work interferes.
Grumble grumble stupid adult requirements and food needs…
Well done.
Might be able to pump up the wordcount by diversifying my writing topics. Little one-shots and such.
Pity that needing to work interferes.
Grumble grumble stupid adult requirements and food needs…
Anonymous
No.188200
>>188197
No way that's his every day email. It's probably just an alt. At least I hope that's the case.
No way that's his every day email. It's probably just an alt. At least I hope that's the case.
>>188197
I sent an email. I meant every word in it, Lone. Even the copypasta about Grandma Brownie's Chocolate Chunker Wunker Bunkers: now with even bigger chunks of chocolate chunks.
I sent an email. I meant every word in it, Lone. Even the copypasta about Grandma Brownie's Chocolate Chunker Wunker Bunkers: now with even bigger chunks of chocolate chunks.
Anonymous
No.188204
>>188206
Rather conspicuous how fast you did that, could it be that we have a filthy degenerate that jerks off to no hooves among us?
Rather conspicuous how fast you did that, could it be that we have a filthy degenerate that jerks off to no hooves among us?
Anonymous
No.188208
Since some writefags has gathered, I got to ask, are there any advices any of you can give to an aspiring writefag? I have some experience writing but not much and I didn’t want to shit up the general with subpar content. Thanks in advance.
>>188209
Well, I suppose it depends on what you wanna write. Do you like slice of life? High fantasy/scifi? Horror? Clop/fetish debauchery? HOOF HOLDING?
Generally, I think you shouldn't spend forever in the editing phase of writing. I did that a lot and even went back on previous work, mass deleting or editing it all before eventually just getting mad at past me. Then again, outside phoneposting my spelling is good and my grammar rarely needs a second glance, so I don't usually need to do that sentence-by-sentence. But sometimes when I take a dinner break or something I write redundant paragraphs that say the same thing more than once, or just use too many thesaurus-words. Writing fancily, using rhetorical devices and such is one thing, deliberating too long on how to sound smart or fancy is another.
Well, I suppose it depends on what you wanna write. Do you like slice of life? High fantasy/scifi? Horror? Clop/fetish debauchery? HOOF HOLDING?
Generally, I think you shouldn't spend forever in the editing phase of writing. I did that a lot and even went back on previous work, mass deleting or editing it all before eventually just getting mad at past me. Then again, outside phoneposting my spelling is good and my grammar rarely needs a second glance, so I don't usually need to do that sentence-by-sentence. But sometimes when I take a dinner break or something I write redundant paragraphs that say the same thing more than once, or just use too many thesaurus-words. Writing fancily, using rhetorical devices and such is one thing, deliberating too long on how to sound smart or fancy is another.
>>188211
Suuuuure.
>>188209
I know it's cliched to hell, but really you just need to write. Like him or not, Stephen King's “When asked, "How do you write?" I invariably answer, "One word at a time," really does hold some ground. Don't push yourself, inspiration strikes whenever the fuck it does and I know that parts of my story would've been garbage if I hadn't given them a few days to ferment in my mind.
tl;dr, don't push yourself and take your time.
Suuuuure.
>>188209
I know it's cliched to hell, but really you just need to write. Like him or not, Stephen King's “When asked, "How do you write?" I invariably answer, "One word at a time," really does hold some ground. Don't push yourself, inspiration strikes whenever the fuck it does and I know that parts of my story would've been garbage if I hadn't given them a few days to ferment in my mind.
tl;dr, don't push yourself and take your time.
>>188209
Write fetish stuff for (You)s, particularly diapers and breastfeeding. It'll help you practice as well.
Write fetish stuff for (You)s, particularly diapers and breastfeeding. It'll help you practice as well.
Anonymous
No.188217
>>188216
*If you plan on writing filly on commission or for paytreeon money
FTFY
Jokes aside…that actually is a good idea.
*If you plan on writing filly on commission or for paytreeon money
FTFY
Jokes aside…that actually is a good idea.
>>187878
"That? That was a work of art is what it was."
She doesn't look too convinced.
<<"I see… is there anything in particular that inspired this?"
You try to think up a good excuse. If you tell her it's from another world, she probably won't believe you, and you might tick off a certain purple friend of yours. On the other hand, you don't want to give her the impression that something wrong is happening in your life.
"I came up with it on the fly."
<<"Oh. Um, okay. Well it was certainly a bit more, um… mature than what I was expecting."
"I'm a complex pony. Let's just leave it at that."
There's a bit of an awkward silence as you all finish up your meals. When Velvet heads off to settle the bill, Twilight leans in to whisper to you.
>"Eminem, right?"
"Ayep. Do you think it was a good impression of him?"
>"Maybe too good. A lot of parents were a bit worried about the influence he'd have on kids when he first started rapping. Next time you bring music from our world, try someone a little less controversial, or at least something that doesn't make references to suicide. That's a big red flag. Honestly, if I didn't know that the song was from our world, I might have gotten a little worried given what you tried just two days ago. By the way, how are you feeling now?"
"That? That was a work of art is what it was."
She doesn't look too convinced.
<<"I see… is there anything in particular that inspired this?"
You try to think up a good excuse. If you tell her it's from another world, she probably won't believe you, and you might tick off a certain purple friend of yours. On the other hand, you don't want to give her the impression that something wrong is happening in your life.
"I came up with it on the fly."
<<"Oh. Um, okay. Well it was certainly a bit more, um… mature than what I was expecting."
"I'm a complex pony. Let's just leave it at that."
There's a bit of an awkward silence as you all finish up your meals. When Velvet heads off to settle the bill, Twilight leans in to whisper to you.
>"Eminem, right?"
"Ayep. Do you think it was a good impression of him?"
>"Maybe too good. A lot of parents were a bit worried about the influence he'd have on kids when he first started rapping. Next time you bring music from our world, try someone a little less controversial, or at least something that doesn't make references to suicide. That's a big red flag. Honestly, if I didn't know that the song was from our world, I might have gotten a little worried given what you tried just two days ago. By the way, how are you feeling now?"
Good vibes and friendliness hours?
Anonymous
No.188229
I'm gonna follow >>187871 's idea and make a ponker babysitting thing. I may pass out before it's done but I'll post something of it before my shift tomorrow.
Anonymous
No.188231
>>188233
>cuckoldry and interracial
That's like the one fetish that WOULDN'T be accepted. Those are two factors in the crumbling of Western civilization.
Remember, this is /mlpol/, no degeneracy allowed.
>cuckoldry and interracial
That's like the one fetish that WOULDN'T be accepted. Those are two factors in the crumbling of Western civilization.
Remember, this is /mlpol/, no degeneracy allowed.
>>188225
"Like I am a terrible monster for killing and eating a defenseless bird. Omigosh, am I cannibal now?"
[ 1d100 = 76 ]
"Like I am a terrible monster for killing and eating a defenseless bird. Omigosh, am I cannibal now?"
[ 1d100 = 76 ]
Post Pics of filly quick!
Anonymous
No.188265
Anonymous
No.188269
Anonymous
No.188283
I'd like to build the fillies a site, and furnish it with porn…
>>188297
Someone did make a site, it just has yet to be furnished with more than one photo. http://anonfil.ly/
Someone did make a site, it just has yet to be furnished with more than one photo. http://anonfil.ly/
Anonymous
No.188300
Anonymous
No.188303
Conspiracy filly with protective headgear.
Nueve
No.188319
>>187530
>Time goes quickly as you nap again.
>Having been shoved back into the same cage to play the part, you only feel relief when it finally touches the ground.
>Then dread.
>More of this cunt…
>Right on cue, the blanket on your cage gets pulled off, and you’re left looking up at her in your spot like a sad puppy.
>”What do you want?”
>”I want to return this filly.”
>”No refunds.”
>Anon sighs.
>”Well, can’t you still take her? I’m not wasting the money of food on this.”
>Ouch.
>”Sure, now get out.”
>Anon glances down at you for a second, then walks on out of the room.
>”Filthy fuckin’ bird bitch…”
>He slams the door before she gets to say anything.
>Then suddenly her gaze turns to you.
>Oh shit.
>”What are YOU looking at, you worthless foal? Can’t even last a day without being thrown away, how pathetic!”
>She moves from behind the desk and makes her way over to your cage.
>You can’t help but shrink instinctively.
>First day back and you’re already gonna get your ass beat…
>She unlocks everything, and yanks you out, holding you in front of her by your barrel.
>”You useless, parasitic worm, I WARNED you about being returned! How dare you show your face here again!”
Choice: endure or escape
Roll for outcome
>Time goes quickly as you nap again.
>Having been shoved back into the same cage to play the part, you only feel relief when it finally touches the ground.
>Then dread.
>More of this cunt…
>Right on cue, the blanket on your cage gets pulled off, and you’re left looking up at her in your spot like a sad puppy.
>”What do you want?”
>”I want to return this filly.”
>”No refunds.”
>Anon sighs.
>”Well, can’t you still take her? I’m not wasting the money of food on this.”
>Ouch.
>”Sure, now get out.”
>Anon glances down at you for a second, then walks on out of the room.
>”Filthy fuckin’ bird bitch…”
>He slams the door before she gets to say anything.
>Then suddenly her gaze turns to you.
>Oh shit.
>”What are YOU looking at, you worthless foal? Can’t even last a day without being thrown away, how pathetic!”
>She moves from behind the desk and makes her way over to your cage.
>You can’t help but shrink instinctively.
>First day back and you’re already gonna get your ass beat…
>She unlocks everything, and yanks you out, holding you in front of her by your barrel.
>”You useless, parasitic worm, I WARNED you about being returned! How dare you show your face here again!”
Choice: endure or escape
Roll for outcome
Anonymous
No.188937
>>188935
>Email field
Dice XdY
>Inside the message field
[XdY]
Where
X = Amount of dice
Y = Amount of sides
So 1d20 is rolling a single 20 sided dice, where X = 1 and Y = 20
>Email field
Dice XdY
>Inside the message field
[XdY]
Where
X = Amount of dice
Y = Amount of sides
So 1d20 is rolling a single 20 sided dice, where X = 1 and Y = 20
Anonymous
No.188940
>>188934
>>188935
Now enough spoonfeeding and off to the new thread with you
>>188317 →
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>>188317 →
>>188935
Now enough spoonfeeding and off to the new thread with you
>>188317 →
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