/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

First
Anonfilly is for sexual

Second for dog copypasta

>>207768
>sexing the filly
Don't do that. What if she gets pregnant?

>>207773
>what happens if she gets pregnant
I have a child. There is literaly no downside

Quads for filly

>>207777
Nice get

>>207777
Checked

>>207777
>Lucky seven
This is a sign that filly should go to Las Pegasus and make a fortune.

What would happen if Anonfilly did just that? Went and won a fortune? How would Twilight react?

>>207782
She would probably take the money and put it in a savings account until Anon turned 18 and lecture her about proper money management and not blowing it all on booze and junk food. Remember, fillies, Purple can't take something from you if she doesn't know you have it.

>>207723
"God I Wish That Was Me" Edition

>Fashion Friday in Equestria
>I was dragged out of the castle in a golden glow.
>Apparently, even having learned how to use my wings wasn't enough to avoid being toted around like a plaything.
>In moments, I was led into a gaudy shop packed from wall to wall with clothing.
>"Welcome to Canterlot Carousel! How may I help y--"
>The light blue unicorn froze in place as she spotted the princess of the sun standing in the entryway.
>"Good morning, my little pony. I believe I have an appointment to have a dress designed for my darling daughter. The Gala will be here before we know it, after all."
>I gagged for a moment before composing myself at a sharp look.
>The unicorn hastily bowed.
>"But of course! Were you wanting something completely new, or would you like us to adapt one of our existing designs for her?"
>"Oh, I'm sure that you can design something suitable. I'm sure Rarity would never forgive me either if I just got something from off the rack."
>The two shared a laugh.
"Wait... This is one of HER places?"
>I couldn't keep the grimace from forming.
"She... uh... she doesn't know, does she?"
>Celestia blinked for a moment.
>"Well, I suppose the possibility is there, but I don't believe so. It'll be fine."
>She smiles widely and I feel her magic drag me closer to the employee.
>"Now, tell the nice mare what you'd like to wear."
>My face scrunched up as my gaze snapped over to the unicorn.
>She gave a cheerful smile.
>Silence hung in the air.
>"How are you today?" she asked, smile still full of hope.
>More silence. I look away.
>She moves into my view, stooping down a bit closer to my level.
>"My name is Sassy Saddles. What's your name?"
>That earned a flat stare.
"I'm the adoptive daughter of the princess of the sun. If you really need me to tell you, you should read the papers more."
>A look of shock graced her features before she breaks into giggles.
>"Bobbins and bustles! You certainly are as feisty as the papers say, aren't you?"
>She stood back up.
>"So, is there anything in particular you'd like? Perhaps you'd like to look more like your mother?"
"I don't think I can eat enough cake to look like her, if ya know what I'm sayin'."
>I waggled my flanks for emphasis.
>The shock on the seamstress's face was marvelous as her mind undoubtedly went through potential disastrous incoming circumstances.
>Before I could enjoy it too much, the room was covered in shadow just long enough for me to realize it before I found myself swept into a large, feathery prison.
>Celestia's smile seemed a touch tenser than usual as she leaned closer.
>"Now, my little Emerald, that's not how we discuss things, is it? Haven't you been paying attention in Miss Raven's lessons? Without practice, you may well fail on your end of that agreement, don't you think?"
>Her wing was like steel wrapped in a downy pillow.
"Uh..."
>She turned her smile toward the unicorn again.
>"I apologize for my little sunshine's behavior. She's still a bit of a rough gem, but we're working on that. Now, introduce yourself, dear."
"An--"
>Her wing tensed a bit tighter as she gave another smile.
>"Properly, if you please. And give the nice lady an apology."
>Just as suddenly as I was caught, she released me from her clutches, nudging me toward the seamstress with that same wing.
>With a hmph and a frown, I clear my throat.
>Composing myself, I take a few steps, then give a slight bow with my forehooves.
"Hello. My name is..."
>My teeth grit for a moment before I compose myself again.
"...Emerald Dawn. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I apologize for my earlier behavior."
>I rise again, and give a brief look of 'happy now?' over toward Celestia.
>"Sequins and satin, she can be adorable when she wants to be, can't she?"
>I gritted my teeth as the seamstress patted atop my head.
"'m not cute..."
>The mares shared a slight titter before Celestia turned toward Sassy Saddles.
>"I'm sure we can trust whatever is decided for the look of her dress. Perhaps just a few measurements now, and we can return for a proper fitting for whatever is decided on at a later date?"
>The unicorn nodded, her horn glowing as she retrieved a notepad, pencil, and a measuring tape.
>"We can certainly work with that. Now, this will only take a few moments."
>The measuring tape snapped open and darted toward me.
"Gah!"
>I found myself backing up, despite myself.
>Green wings snapped open in surprise as I looked for an escape.
>"Tut tut. Hold still now."
>Clenching my eyes shut, I felt the tape darting about, accompanied by the sounds of the pencil.
"H-hey! Watch where you're putting that thing!"
>Within a couple of moments, the measuring tape was gone.
>The sound of the writing lingered for a few moments as I pried open an eye.
>Sassy rolled the tape back up as she finished jotting down notes.
>"Aaand that should be good. Should we send some sketch ideas over first, or would you prefer that we just get in touch when we have something to try on?"
>"The latter is fine. I'm sure whatever dress is made will be lovely."
>I let out a groan.
"Can't I at least get like... a suit or something?"
>Sassy chuckled lightly.
>"Oh, can you imagine the scandal? A mare turning up at the Grand Galloping Gala wearing a suit? Let alone the Princess's daughter?"
>She tuts and shakes her head.
>"Nay, we shall make sure you look absolutely fabulous for your first public event! Don't you worry!"
>I let out another groan as the princess and the seamstress exchanged a few final pleasantries.
>With a brief, golden glow, I was deposited on Celestia's back as she stepped out of the shop and made her way back toward the castle.
>Just think of the booze, I told myself.
>Think of the booze.

>>207795
Nice to see you again!
Great update as always, looking forward to more!

>>207795
You're back!

>>207723
>blatant diaperfag edition
Then you ask why your general got banned from /mlp/

>>207817
I wish diaperfaggotry was banned here like it was on /mlp/. I know it can make a good shill deterrent, but we already have porn for that.

>>207817
It's a meme you dip.

>>207795
Nice update, I'm glad to see you're still active.
I always like the way you write Anon and Celestia's interactions.

>>207795
Heyy nice to see more of this story. Filly a cute.

>>207824
>Being awake this late
Filly is getting out of hoof for you, dutchybro.

>pic
I am relative new to mlp or to the chan version of it. But was this podcast good or rather, is it any good?

More beerfilly from Derpibooru

>>207826
Quality varies drastically between episodes, but it's mostly varying between shitty and shittier.

>>207848
W-wew
What a good teacher

>>207834
oof. That's basically me after getting home from my /nightwalk/s.

Oh my god. Doomer filly singing the Smiths when???

>>207855
>/nightwalk/s.
I see you are a filly of culture as well.

>>207855
>>207906
I'm a newfag when it comes to this site, and haven't really kept up with chan sites over the past few years, so forgive me.
If I may ask to have it spelled out for me, what is a "/nightwalk/"? Is it literally just a general term for nightwalks that could be taken for any reason, including being unable to sleep, and having a fucked sleep schedule(possibly caused by doomer blues) and deciding to go for a walk at night?

>>207920
Well, yeah, basically. Just nights where you go out into your shithole city long after sunset and just...walk the sidewalks. Bonus points for music player, alcohol, smokes or being in a really seedy part of town.

And as the double decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
When the ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side, well
The pleasure, the privilege is mine..

>>207852
Fuck, I hate it when I turn ethereal when I'm trying to open Pringles.

>>207852
>Not just turning the can upside-down into a bowl or something
This kind of stuff sometimes makes me wonder how things would end if one Anon got turned into a filly and met another Anon who got turned into a filly.

>>207958
We know how it ends. Leg armor.

>>207961
Smoldix needs to do a pic where filly has her head/muzzle stuck in a pringles can.

>>207961
Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg… and my hooves. The body I’ve lost… the comrades I’ve lost… won’t stop hurting… It’s like they’re all still there. You feel it, too, don’t you?

>>207962
Seconding this

>>207966
Accurate

>>207807
>>207809
>>207822
>>207824
Glad you all enjoyed it. I'm usually at least lurking. Sometimes scratching my head for what to add next to the story (or for an idea for a fun other story).

>>207822
Yup! She's a strong ruler with a sense of fun! He--err... she's an obstinate filly that used to be a fully grown man! They fight crime. It's inevitable that there'd be some tension and some agreement, right?

>>207999
I... how does this relate to filly?

>>208000
I bucked up the joke.
It was supposed to be a filly face like pic related but I couldn't find it. And I accidentally pressed reply

>>207999
Australian Satan pls.

Time for the recap that nobody asked for!

Pastebin Part 1: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G
Pastebin Part 2: https://pastebin.com/CuNuktSQ

>You are the adorable green filly destined to bear the Element of Loyalty
>Though you were originally born a human, strange circumstances transported you to Equestria, changing your sex, age, and species!
>You're not alone in this, however. There's at least six other ponies who have had the same fate, five of whom are also bearers of the Elements, and four of whom you've had the pleasure of meeting.
>They're mostly good fillies... mostly.
>You may have had a few bad experiences with Daring Do in the past... but to her credit, that *was* in a time loop she doesn't remember, and you *were* being made to say some things you wouldn't normally say during your sleep thanks to a certain astral clone with more weird psychic powers than even you
>But really Daring, was it truly necessary to slip knockout drugs to a houseguest? Really?
>So maybe the Element of Honesty is a sociopath.
>And maybe the Element of Magic used to be a CIA agent.
>But hey, Laughter's a young teenager, and she makes for a cool little sister type.
>And Generosity... you haven't seen her in a couple of weeks, but she's practically a fucking rockstar.
>That only leaves Kindness... you'll get to meet her soon.
>But for now, you're on a train, getting ready to eat breakfast, under the watchful guard of a courier named Tom.

>>208002
The fact you wasted Australian Satan trips on that is both hilarious and sad. Keep shit prepared next time you're attempting a get, fag!

Whoa boy time to start writing again wooooooooooooo fuck you lone and that other dude callin me dead making me feel bad about not writing
Pastebin here for all who forgot what's going on in the story https://pastebin.com/4kQ2hdG8
>be the filly
>where were you?
>oh yeah
>oh fuck
>so el sociopathio del crankhead Mr. Cane found out who you really are
>and he thinks you're a narc
>fuck him
>although he did kidnap your partner in crime
>you consider leaving Crystal Clear for dead
>but then again Cane would just come after you
>that and, yknow, morals.
>luckily those idiots that your uncle turned guardian was sent to train have been shaping up (no thanks to him), so you're going home
>next thing you know the royal guard will have a crayon shortage
>fucking jarheads
>the train pulls to the station and the three of you head home
>you make your way to your room and begin mustering up a plan
>what do you do?
>he's bound to have boys with him, so bum rushing is out of the question
>would he listen to reason? lol no
>bribery? Screw that
>hit the pipe to show you not five-o? Hell no
>you can't just shoot him
>or can you?
>you glance over at your AR, hanging diligently on the wall
>cops would probably think it's someone setting off fireworks or something since there are no guns here
>they probably won't show up until someone hollers at them about a domestic disturbance or something
>but how the fuck do you work a trigger without fingers?
>what you would give for a battle saddle™©®
>you collapse on your bed
>think
>you glance at nothing
>until you notice something
>some construction work outside
>specifically the crane they're using
>with lots of pulley systems
>wait
>what if you used a string or something, tied it to the trigger, and pulled it with your mouth
>fucking genius
>you grab the rifle off of the wall
>heavier than you remember
>but then again you also haven't held this thing since you were human
>you take a length of twine and MacGyver yourself up a string tied to a trigger
>tying shit with your mouth and hooves was easier than you expected
>what is harder, is finding a good position to aim and fire at the same time
>even if you stand on your hind hooves (something you practiced regularly when you first transformed to piss off twilight), you can't get in a position where you can yank your head to fire while keeping steady aim
>wait
>what if you made a loop on the other end, wrapped that around your right hoof, and braced the rifle against your body with your left hoof
>now we're getting somewhere
>yeah, this is much more comfortable
>brace the rifle against your body with your left foreleg pressing against the magwell, jerking your right hoof back to fire
>after some fiddly trouble loading rounds into a mag, you load it and sneak out
>don't want anything like "what's that, Emerald? where are you going with it? I'm gonna confiscate that alien technology and dissect it"
>you chamber the weapon with your mouth and head straight for Cane's house
>semper fuckin fi

>>208049
>be Crystal Clear
>you have been beaten, whipped, cut, blindfolded, but you legitimately don't know what Emerald's deal is other than monetary gain
>maybe Cane will give up soon
>no
>if he gives up that mean's you're dead
>what happened to him
>you two were best friends, then all of a sudden money and drugs make you enemies
>knock
>knock
>oh no
>please don't let that be Emerald
>she's a good filly, she doesn't deserve what's gonna happen if she shows up
>from a distance you hear one of Cane's goons open the door
>"Boss, she's here"
>"Finally, i thought she would never show up"
>oh celestia please no
>in your least hoarse voice you yell across the house
"EMERALD, RUN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
>"Well there's your friend, how about you help him out by telling us who is telling you to mess with us"
>"im-fucking-plying i'm a snitch"
>"JUST TELL US OR YOU'RE ENDING UP JUST LIKE HIM!"
>"how're you gonna muster that"
"STOP PLAYING AROUND THESE GUYS ARE SERIOUS!"
>"just sit tight and this'll be over soon."
>"fuck this, get her, guys"
>BANG
>all of a sudden, you hear the loudest noise you've ever heard
>it sounds like someone lit off a firework right next to your ears
>BANG
>oh shit what the fuck is going on
>BANG
>BANG
>you feel warm liquid spurt all over your coat
>your ears are ringing
>all you can hear is smells like iron and sulphur
>EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"crystal"EEEEEE
>EEEEEEEE"Crystal!"EEEEEEEEEEEEE
>you feel hooves take off your blindfold
>you look around
>everyone except you and Emerald are dead
>you look down
>the warm liquid that fell on you turns out to be the blood of your former friend
>what the actual fuck
>you look back at emerald
>she's grasping.. something
>it's black, metallic, with 2 bits sticking out of it
>"Cmon, we've got to get out of here before someone starts snooping around!"
"i - wha - a - e"
>your mind is running a million thoughts a minute
>"Look, i'll explain everything. But right now we have to get out of here!"
>looking back over you see little metal cylinders littered on the ground
>4 of them
>one for each explosion you heard
>you look back over at emerald who looks rather interested in something on the table
>she grabs what looks like a piece of paper in her mouth before motioning towards you to follow
>right
>you get up and limp towards her, out the door

Fun fact, i was originally gonna write this update before not updating for ages, but i truly am that much of a lazy cunt. Updates shall return to schedule

>>208051
i'm glad to see you're not ded, friend

>>208049
>>208051
>Sulphur
Ew, gross.
Glad to see my fucking blathering actually brought back a good story from the brink for once, now to see if it'll work to get ASSFAGGOT to write again...

Some request, maybe? I'm out of new ideas for a while

>>208088
i wish i had ideas to spare but im always out myself
and you draw very nice horse rumps with your cute horses, hope something comes to you

>>208088
Filly living on the Pie family rock farm and having to do actual physical labor.

>>208088
Anonfilly using Spike to send threatening letters to Celestia demanding Booze.

>>208088
Filly visits Nurse Redheart for a routine check-up

Making fillies.
It's taking forever.

>>208109
I imagine it takes about 11 months to make a filly.

>>208088
You do lewd things, right? This story was kinda hot: https://pastebin.com/cUTW6TUF

>>208088 (heiled)
Nicely done.

>>208109
well yeah, i could imagine god's work kinda takes forever
but you do it well

>>208109
You can take a year if you like, bb. This is worth the wait, no matter what that wait is.

It takes hours due procrastination but at least it's fun to draw fillies.

>>208190
Damnit fillies! What did we tell you about scissoring! You've doomed us aaaall!

You order a bit of everything off the trolly with some black coffee to wash everything down. If Blossom can be a coffee addict, so you can you. Twilight joins you, also taking her coffee black, and as you take your sip, you wonder how the hell she can enjoy this.

"Twi, every time I've seen you drink coffee, you take it black. How the hell do you like this?"

She shrugs.

>"Admittedly, Equestrian coffee isn't that great. I grew up on black coffee though. It can be great stuff if it's not made by idiots who over-roast their beans."

"There any place to get good coffee?"

She points over your shoulder to your still-hyper companion.

>"If Blossom didn't already have that flower cutie mark, I'd say it might be a coffee cup. Or a muffin. The Cakes have taught her well."

Blossom blushes a little at this comment.

>"And in Canterlot, I think Donut Joe does it okay. The best stuff you've got to make yourself though."

You take a glance over to Tom, who is sitting a way's away from you, but keeping an eye on everyone.

"You think Thomas ever gets a good cup of coffee?"

Twilight shakes her head.

>"That is the face of a stallion who has only consumed garbage coffee every day of his life, and has learned to like it. The coffee in the castle is the absolute worst because Princess Celestia loads that stuff down with so much milk and sugar that she can't taste how trash it is."

You spent a while in contemplation of whether or not to consider the courier to have a depressing or badass life. Either way, you're calling him Thomas now. Thomas is a cool name.

Unless you guys have something specific you want to do on the train, I'll time skip to arriving in Manehatten.

>>208088
draw Celestia Giving The Filly a paddling.

>>208194
Ask Twilight's opinion on Coffee Instant type II [1d100 = 91]

>>208190
Aweomse fillies.
>It takes hours due procrastination
Sounds like me and writting.

>>208215
Lol, i accidently saged it.

>>208216
First flagless faggotry, now this?
Me thinks you're a double agent

>>208217
>Be told to be the one on lookout duty
>Your front hooves are planted on the windowsill that elavates you
>No, purple returning home as far as you can see
"Okay, guys coasts is clear," you unnecessarily whisper to the rest of the fillies hiding aroundd the doorframe to the kitchen
>The rest of the fillies don't need to be toldd twice as they begin to raid the fridge
>They are really into it and it takes a lot of time for them to do it properly as they meticulously cleanse the fridge from: Parasrite cans, chicken tendies and spaghetti, ice-cream, and hay-burgers
"Fillies! What do you think you're doing?" yells Twilght who stands in the doorframe
>In the awkawrd and heavy silence that follows in the room one of the fillies look at you with scowlding expression
"Why didn't you tell us that Twilight was about to come back. Like you were fucking suppose to," she asks.
>Before anyone else says something, you put on some rad sunglassess and says:
"I am double agent. Of course, I would sell you out for mommy's approval. I am mommy's filly afterall."

>flagless faggotry
Hehehe, I don't get why this is bad to be honest. This seems like a weird meme that has developed here.

>>208088
Anonfilly having a moment for herself and smoking a fat cigar while Twilight is out on business.

>>208217
Not him but when I click in the flag button, it crashes.

>>208270
Don't lose your way, little filly.

>>208088
>>208226
Fillies stacked on top of each other raiding the fridge, possibly at each level.
A shot from inside an oven(or toaster oven) with tendies cooking in it, lookin out at fillies eagerly awaiting the tendies to finis cooking.

>>208272
finish'

>>208272
Oh, and why not have a cookie jar on top of the fridge that the the filly on the top of the stack is precariously reaching for.

>>208051
Good to see this continued!

>>208088
Adorable

>>208109
>>208190
>>208270
God that's cute
What are the fillies making?

>>208226
And then that filly's reputation was ruined
Not sure if worth

>>208289
A lewd plush.

>>208292
Wew
Nice

>>208088
Filly has finally had enough and boops up the school.

I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.

>>208503
I wish to be the filly that pees in your mouth

Babby can't speak yet but is still mad at you.

>>208507
That's a cute babby

...
>>206576 →
>You look around for a scrap of paper and a quill, but you can't find either one in your room.
>You slowly and deliberately push yourself out the door, using the castle walls for support.
>There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home...
>Since when is this your home though?
>You had your computer, you had your booze, you were happy enough.
>Well, certainly not happy, but your life wasn't constantly in danger...
>A couple more months and you might even have gotten some sort of girlfriend.
>Sure you weren't much of a looker, but you weren't repulsive when you showered every day.
>And now you're quite the opposite of that.
>You grunt audibly as you push yourself off from the wall, half falling and half careening towards the other wall.
>You know there are some quills in the labs.
>Now you just have to pray you can reach them...
>You look up at the high tables from the resting point of your haunches.
>A feathery implement and a black bauble rest just so close out of reach.
>You hobble over to the other side of the table
>There's a small stool.
>Okay, now for the hard part...
>After a few tries, you jump as high as you can; clamping your jaw around the hard wood.
>Hopefully purple didn't spill anything toxic on this...
>Your jaw aches under the pull of your entire body and the stool teeters.
>You push up a hoof and give yourself a bit more support, followed by another.
>Earthponymagic.rar
>You flop your small aching body up onto the top of the lab table, panting.
>The quill and fountain rest before you.
>"Anon, what the hell are you doing in my fucking lab?!"
"I-I was getting the quill to write you a note that I had left..."
>"Oh. Well, come on. I'll make you some breakfast."
"Can you help me down?"
>"Sure."
>...
>"It's good for you."
"It's hay."
>"I didn't hear any gripes from you last night when you were enjoying your delicious Hayburger, I need to get you started on Fluttershy's regimen as soon as possible."
"But that was deep fried! C-couldn't I at least have some sort of cereal? S-something high in fiber; that would please her, right?"
>"No can do. I'm not cleaning up filly shit."
"I can make it to the fucking bathroom..."
>"Maybe you could, but I hardly trust you to do that after your muscles were turned to soup. As for now, you're eating salads for breakfast."
"No."
>"Excuse me?"
"No. I'm not doing it."
>With a flash, your hoof is engulfed in pain.
>You look down in horror to see a fork embedded a solid two inches into it.
>"Did I stutter? Look, what I say goes. Now we can play the happy fucking mother and daughter and you can do whatever the fuck I say, or we can go back to crushed ribs and locked doors with coffee. Does that fucking suit, or are you going to eat the Celestia damned hay?"
>You simply stare at her in shock for a good couple of minutes before nodding slowly.
>"Good."
>The fork is slowly pulled out of your hoof, leaving a four-pronged scar.
>You sniffle a bit as you lift it up and catch a bit of hay with the still-bloody utensil.
"I-I'm sorry Twilight... I love you."
>"Call me mommy, you fucking cunt."
"I-I love you mommy..."
>"And I love you too Clover."
>You feel her magic grip constrict around you, just enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to hurt.
>"Forever, and always...."
>...
>"If you need me to catch you, just say the word."
"No, it's okay. I-I'm getting the hang of this."
>If you exercise deliberation, you don't need to lean on things now.
>Your muscles are still burning quite a bit.
>Pain is weakness leaving the body...
>Makes you wonder why you aren't some sort of superhuman being by now.
>Superpony?
>You'll figure it out later.
>"Alright. Offer is still open, there's no shame in it."
>You mumble under your breath:
"Yes there is..."
>You eat shit after stumbling over an uneven patch of crystal.
>It scratches your already bandaged forehoof and you wince.
"I think I'm done for now."
>"You don't need to be able to walk that well just yet, I can take you to school."
"Thanks..."
>"It's my pleasure."
"Could I get together with League today?"
>"She's still in school, sweetie."
"After that?"
>Your mane is thoroughly mussed.
>"I don't see why not. Why don't you take a little nap in the mean time? You'll need your strength."
"That sounds alright."
>You're set back into your bed and the candle next to you is snuffed out with little fanfare.
>"You don't have to be anything more than my daughter, keep that in mind."
>There's a bright flash and you drift off slowly.
>...
>"Hey. Wake up."
"Mmm..."
>"You wanted me here butthead, didn't you?"
"Oh, right. What the fuck do you feel like doing, League?"
>You open your left eye just in time to see her shrug.
>"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
>Input action.

>You arrive in one of the castle rooms to find two fillies looking at the drawfag wall
>The "drawfag wall" was merely a wall that purple gave up cleaning, after so many fillies started to draw on it
>"-really man look at her face, its horrible"
>"Well, your face is horrible!"
"Hey, no bully or else I will..."
>Said filly looked to her side and directly at (You) with a piercing icy gaze
>The little she turned around was also enough to show a very large thing she had with her
>A hammer
>But not any hammer
>The kind of hammer only the big sis was supposed to have
>You didnt even notice yourself stop talking as your thoughts drifted away
>Big sis was the oldest filly so she helped purple to keep the others in order
>Or rather in a more organized chaos
>Also did she shrink or was it you who grew? She was so much taller before...
>Man she must be such an old hag now
>"I swear filly, if you're thinking about how old I am...and what was that you just said?"
>Her hoof moved to the object on her side
>The legends that you couldnt hide anything from big sis surely were true...
"I-I..."
>"You?" she said, turning around to face you straight on
>The hammer seemed even larger without her barrel hiding part of it
"I-I-I..."
>"Yes, you?" - she spoke calmly, taking a single step forwards with the hammer now fully out of its sheath
"I gotta go"
>You dont remember her being this scary before when you were younger
>But if she hit you with that, even once, surely you d be a goner
>So rushing back through the door, you sprinted away for your life

*Back in the room...*
"Man what a faggot"
>Big sis turned around, putting the hammer back into its hold
>"I know right, she couldnt even take some banter"
"I bet she's one of those autists that go cry to Twilight about everything, kek"
>"Pff true. Oh, dude, want to follow her and then give her a scare when she tries to tell Twilight about how """mean""" I was here?"
"Do I? Of course! But your drawing is still shit though"
>"Well at least its better than your face, faggot"

>>208501
Filly edit when?
>>208503
>>208504
i wish to be the pee

Oh yeah, and I guess I'll take draw requests. I'll probably be doing traditional by default, but you can request tablet if you want it to look even more shit than it would normally. As always, critique is still very much appreciated.

Alright fillies, riddle me this: What makes up both 13, and 50?

>>208534
The letters I and T?

>>208534
Blow it out your ass!

>>208534
Numbers?

>>208518
Took some work (like three tries).

>>208539
That filly has seen some shit.

>>208507
Adorable!
Looks more filly-ish than babby, but I don't really care.

>>208539
Pretty Good Svenfilly
>>208534
Ziggers
>>208528
>>208533
>>208535
Im actually very impressed Leaf filly

>>208194

Your coffee conversation with Twilight doesn't seem to make much more progress. You ask her about her opinions on Coffee Instant Type II, to which she responds that all instant coffee is for "the cheap and lazy". Considering that you rather liked MRE coffee back home you feel that this opinion might just be uninformed. Either that or your tastes are weird.

There's a long silence after this, which Blossom eventually breaks by bringing everyone into a game of "I spy". This is actually a bit difficult, as the train travels a bit faster than normal Equestrian trains, and so the amount of time to make a guess at what is being seen is rather short... except when it's something large, like a mountain in the distance. This works as your main form of entertainment throughout the day, as there aren't many other ponies to mess with except for maybe Thomas. You briefly contemplate playing a prank on the pony with the dining cart with Blossom and Daring, but Twilight reminds you of how foolish it would be to earn the ire of a pony who can spit in your food.

By noon time, the train makes it as far as Canterlot, and while you briefly pass through the city, the train does not stop at the station to pick up any more passengers, or even to obtain more coal or other supplies. Instead, it keeps passing through onto a separate set of tracks headed towards Manehatten. Given the amount of time it takes to make it to Canterlot, you might think you would make it to Manehatten by dinner time. This assumption demonstrates your complete ignorance of Equestrian geography. In reality, you end up sleeping on the train as you travel into more and more unknown areas. Admittedly, you don't get as much sleep as you would have liked, as you not only go to sleep a little late (thinking Manehatten should be showing up "any minute now"), but also have to deal with the fact that you are sleeping on a moving vehicle. Not too fun.

At around 3 in the morning, you are woken up by Thomas, who informs you that you are in Manehatten station. You feel somewhat groggy.

>>208544
DING DING DING!

>>208534
Niggers

>>208534
>>208544
>>208550
How is ziggers the answer? Please explain.

>>208557
Niggers represent 13% of the population in america but 50% of the crime

>>208522
Filly reeeing at divegrass

>>208507
CUTE
Nice work

>>208594
This, it was purple's fault

>>207848
Beautiful

>>208509
"I feel like fucking"
[1d100 = 55]

>>208533
Kek. That was something

>>208539
Holy shit those eyes

>>208522
>>208594
I like this

>>208509
Tell LL about the abuse twilight has been giving you and make revenge plots that you won't act on
[1d100 = 49]

>>208509
>>208642
This, except act on them. Purple must die.
[1d100 = 73]

>>208545
Start groggily humming the Thomas the Tank Engine theme. Check to see if Purple is up, if not try to wake her, continuing to hum all the while. [1d100 = 70]

>>208190
>>208270
3d versions plus extended scissoring

>>207965
>>207962
Smoldix went to Equestria.

>>208665
WTF. Is that Rarity' shop?

>>208671
Oh.. ok.

>>208671
>>208673
[Country roads starts playing in the distance]

>>208665
N-n-no more scissoring, fag!

>>208665
why is there a 50 cent piece under the left filly?

>>208681
I'm gonna wager it was to prop it up to be closer to level with the other fillies and their scissors.

>>208672
>>208665
Nah, that's Kanji's work table.

>>208681
The stork scissors were being problematic. She needed to be a little taller to have them not just fall flat.

>>208686
Follow up question: why do you have an australian 50¢ piece laying around

>>208689
pic related.

>>208689
I sent a Sweetie Belle to Australia. That Aussie showed up at BronyCon and handed me the 50c piece. It is now a sacred relic of the tiny poners. They use it as part of the good luck ritual every horse makes before they leave this place for their new home.

I haven't had the heart to tell 'em the thing is probably cursed with extreme autism

>>208545

You grab your saddlebags and hum the tune to Thomas the Tank Engine as you proceed to wake the rest of your sleeping friends up, starting with Twilight. She cracks a single eye open as you nudge her, and then bursts awake much quicker as soon as she realizes the train has stopped. Now she too is groggy.

Once everyone is woken up, Thomas leads the four of you off the train and onto the platform. Despite it being the middle of the night, you are amazed to find that Manehatten station actually has quite a number of ponies both boarding and de-boarding various trains. It seems you are not the only pony to make this observation, as Twilight remarks in a rather strained voice that large cities truly never sleep.

>>208704
"good thing I'm not a large city..."
[1d100 = 42]

>>208655
Glad to see we're back on this train of thought, and it's now that I'll bring up the fact that we still have all the supplies to make gunpowder iirc!

>>208665
>>208694
Lovin' the adventures of the tiny fillies anon

>>208708
Well a large city sized filly sure would know how to have fun, godzilla style
Wish we could re-run a scene of that movie here
[1d100 = 5]

...
>>208509
"I want to kill Twilight."
>"Well, yeah. Wasn't that the plan for a while?"
"No, I mean I want to do it again."
>"Okay, take a step back and explain what's happened to ya for the last... long time."
"Okay, it's a long fucking story though..."
>"I don't have to be home for a long time."
"Alright, here we go."
>You tell League about everything since your branding.
>At this point she's snuggled up against you, the worn threads of her cap rubbing up against your mane.
>You had forgotten how nice she felt, and specifically smelled.
>You still don't know if the bubblegum smell is from some sort of soap or if it's her natural scent, and you'd rather not ask her.
>A little part of you says that would ruin the magic, and you can use any small comfort you can get right now.
>She pats you on the head when you finish.
>"I don't know if you're looking at this the right way, Anon."
"What do you mean? She's hospitalized me, humiliated me and otherwise injured me. Did I tell you about the fork this morning?"
>"You told me about the fork this morning."
"Two inches! Two whol-"
>"Okay, I'm gonna say something and you're going to have to promise me that you won't get offended."
"Well, that's just not fair."
>"Why's that?"
"I can't promise something like that. I have no idea what you're going to ask. You could ask me what you're gonna ask me, and my natural response could be to be offended. Then, through no fault of my own, I would've broken my promise."
>"I... I guess that's fair. Just please don't take it personal."
"Of course."
>"Look, the way I see it you need Twilight. Like it or not, at this point she's the only thing keeping those frickin' monsters off of your butt. Now I go home every day, and my dad is completely checked out on the couch with a bottle of cider. After my mother died I couldn't really rely on anybody but myself, so I had to grow up quick. He doesn't hit me, but in a way I wish he would. That would imply that he cared at all about what I did. He doesn't."
"League, I-"
>"I'm not finished yet. Look, I know it must be hard to grin and bear it, but it doesn't look like you have much of a choice right now. I'd love to help you kill her, and I will if that's still what you want to do, but please Anon; I don't want to see you taken away..."
>A small tear runs down her orange cheek and lands on your wither as she starts to sob quietly.
>"I don't know what I'd do without you..."
>You wrap a foreleg around her.
>These certainly aren't crocodile tears, you can be certain of that much.
>You really do love League, maybe not in the romantic way she's probably hoping for, but sort of like a little sister.
>Well, if your little sister were larger than you and constantly tried to molest you...
>The point is that she means a lot to you.
>You don't really know how you feel about Twilight.
>"Anon, I'll follow you to the ends of the earth; but I need to know what the plan is. Are we killing Twilight or not?"
>Input action.

>>208768
Is that an obscure tarentino reference i smell?

>>208665
>extended scissoring
w-wew

>>208768
"Let's let her keep being useful until this other problem is dealt with. When that's taken care of, we'll work from there."
[1d100 = 24]

>>208704

"Well, good thing I'm not a large city."

Twilight rolls her eyes with a smile.

>"Yeah, but let's be honest. Neither of us are getting any sleep if this is some big national security thing."

"Greaaaat..."

As you follow Thomas out of the station and down several city blocks, the topic of national security causes a little fantasy to play out in your head. You are the size of Godzilla, and stomping all over the tall, bright, and noisy buildings. They shall all tremble before the wrath of mega fil...

The sound of snapping fingers snaps you back awake. You had apparently fallen asleep while walking. A sudden realization dawns upon you that ponies do not have fingers and you frantically search around to see what would be the cause, only to see Twilight giggling to herself. A tiny glimmer of light appears in front of you in the color of her magic, only for it to suddenly dissipate and make the sound again. Somehow you find this oddly satisfying. It's a sound you haven't heard in a while, and it echoes throughout your ears like a catchy tune the rest of the way.

You are eventually brought into what appears to be a bank, and led into a side room. The room has a few cushioned benches along the wall, upon which you see Lyra and Coco sleeping.

>>208809
"Sup niggers"
[1d100 = 13]

>>208704
>De-boarding
I sometimes forget that disembarking is a word too.

This is taking me forever to do, just about managing to write a paragraph every now and then. Rather make a bigger post less often than loads of smaller ones.

>>206038 →
>After that little lesson of why hands are better than hooves for the purpose of not falling on your ass, you make your way downstairs
>This was a much easier task than getting off the bed but you probably looked like a proper spazz hopping down each stair one at a time
>As you approach the kitchen, the place where you have been eating for the past few weeks and the best guess where Purple will be, you can hear her talking
>Gotcha, there will be no escape from you now over this shitstorm she has created
>However, you decide to pause at the door to overhear what she is talking about, no doubt giving you some more ammo for when you walk in

>"... I just don't know what to tell him, err, her? Oh Celestia I don't even know what Anon even is now"
>"I couldn't bring myself to tell Anon before that I haven't got a clue how to send him back, and now this!"
>"I didn't mean for this to happen, the spell was going well then it just backfired"
>"The spell didn't even have anything to do with what happened, analysis magic isn't even in the same category of spellcraft!"
>"I'll have to research this further, but for sure I will need reverse this filly situation before going back to where we were before this mess"
>She didn't even know how to send you back to Earth
>She lied to you, all of this was some plan to keep you here, it has to be
>This spiel she is giving her lizard is just damage control, he must not be in too deep on this
>Though this could also not be some massive manipulation of the truth and not some scheme to imprison you
>Doubt.jpg
>Well, this is all you need to hear, you best get in there and show PurpleHorse you are not a happy filly
>Man. Not a happy man.
>[Reees internally]

>Right, time to make a dramatic entrance to show you are not fucking around
>Placing a front hoof on the door you bend your foreleg forward so you can leverage as much force as possible into slamming the door open
>This_is_gonna_be_good.jpeg
>Extending your leg out with all the force you can muster, the door opens at an incredibly normal speed
>Obviously you completely overestimated how strong this filly body of yours is
>Fug
>both of them have stopped talking now and are staring right at you as you stand in the door way doing nothing

>>208832
FILLY ACYOOT
ACYOOT!

>>208834
This.

These are quads.

>>208888
Based and quadpilled.

>>208832
That's fuckin' adorable

>>208888
Another quad for Filly, damn.
>>207777

>>208810
Let's go with something a little more tactful.
"Sup, ziggers?" [1d100 = 28]

>>208753
Thanks, I don't usually post the stuff here as I don't make a new anon filly very often. Most of the pictures of them involve making other not-filly pones.

Like this pissed off blep brit donk thing.

Someone asked me to start posting them, so there you have it. If it gets too masturbatory for ya, lemme know and I'll fuck off with it.

>>208768
"You make a good point, hold off on that for a bit, then."
then proceed to cuddle and treat the filly to some ice cream, show her we care

>>209010
whoops
[1d100 = 86]

>>208831
That's alright, glad you're still writing
Thanks for the update!

>>208888
Checked

>>208809

You make your presence known as soon as you enter the room.

"Sup, ziggers?"

Despite being a little bit loud, Lyra does not seem to hear you, and is sleeping quite like a corpse. You can see her breathing though, so you know she's not actually dead. Coco, meanwhile, flips up an ear at the sound of your voice. She slowly wakes herself up, looks at you, and then looks at the clock on the wall. Seeming satisfied, she yawns rather slowly and speaks with a very soft voice.

>"Welcome dearies. We're going to have an early morning tomorrow I think, so try and get some sleep. Oh, and watch your language, young lady."

She then curls up back to sleep on the cushioned bench, and you are left wondering how it is that a filly who looks younger than you can refer to you as "young lady." Meanwhile, Daring and Blossom are both snickering, and you can hear them say almost in unison, "ooooh, busted!"

>>209007
I like seeing the tiny fillies doing stuff. You're good

>>209021
Tell them to fuck off before finding an unoccupied comfy spot to go back to sleep on
[1d100 = 95]

>>209021
>>209033
>Find a comfy spot
You mean, lay down on top of Lyra to start a P I L E ?
[1d100 = 89]

>>209044
Damn, a mere six points from adding to >>209033 - well it's been a long time since I RTD in this site so watch me botch it out of desperation to boost.

>>209089
>>209090
It's dice 1d100 if you're rolling in email field
It's 1d100 in brackets if you're rolling in comment field

>>209091
You can probably tell I wasn't exactly a /tg/ frequenter back when I posted to oldchan.
>>209044
Boost attempt #3: [1d100 = 47]

>>209022
>>209007
I too like seeing the tiny fillies doing stuff, or just being tiny fillies. Like with most things, as long as there isn't an over saturation of it(which also tends to affect the quality of something) then it's fine, and it doesn't appear to be close to that level. Plus it's content for this thread, so it's a win all around.

Seeing them has actually made me want some, and made me curious about what else you make.
Do you have a place you post the pieces of your work that are for sale, like social media or a blog? Maybe even your own website?

>>209044
Boosting
[1d100 = 20]

>>208888
Checked.

>>209095
I don't post anything for sale. I can be found on plushie.horse. If you figure out which plushmancer I am, you can find the links to all my stuff.

Meanwhile the lil fillies make a pilgrimage to the big filly. They all want to be the big filly 4U

>>209177
Those lil' fillies are adorable!

...
>>208768
"I... I guess we should hold off for a bit. You make a good point."
>"You never did tell me what you wanted to do."
"Oh, right. Well, we could get some ice cream."
>"Alright tubby. Never enough, is it?"
>She pokes your belly a bit.
>You scrunch up your muzzle.
"Never enough until my heart stops beating."
>"You need any help walking?"
"How did you find out about that?"
>"Well, you were completely disabled when I last saw you, figure somethin' like that would take some time to get used to."
"Well, I don't quite need help walking anymore as long as I take it slow. I wouldn't mind you sticking close to me though, falling on crystal hurts like a fucking bitch."
>"I would assume."
>You slowly make your way into the kitchen once again.
>The fork from earlier still sits out, yet to be washed.
>You shrink away from the table and go straight for the contraption.
>It's strange how all of this started here.
>If you hadn't gone for the ice cream, you likely wouldn't have set the recent events in motion.
>Well, you likely would've pissed Twilight off similarly to punish you with school eventually.
>Small details are important.
>Opening it, you find a myriad of things.
>An excessive amount of frozen hayburgers.
>A box you steer clear of due to the numerous warning signs on it.
>And three tubs of ice cream.
>Aptly labelled in Purple's penmanship, you can make the calligraphy out:
>'Lab report due soon.' (it's coffee flavored.)
>'Night alone.' (Salted caramel.)
>'Bad breakup.' (Cookies and creme.)
>There's no seal on any of them now, I guess she figures you wouldn't try the same trick twice.
>You open up 'Bad breakup.'
>Just as you suspected, it still has the paper protection covering on it.
>Twilight can't break up if she's never had a relationship.
"Look what I found."
>"Is it safe?"
"Trust me, she won't be getting into this one for a very long time."
>You turn the label towards her.
>"You jerk."
"Whatever. Grab a spoon."
>Whatever they put in Equestrian ice cream, it's so much better than anything you've had on earth.
>Whether it's the lack of cheap-ass ingredients or the fact that the milk doesn't have to travel far from the teat before it's put in there, you're not going to question it.
>League seems to be enjoying herself similarly, though not to the same degree you are.
>Which is fair, you are literally fucking drooling.
>The air suddenly drops a good fifteen degrees. Fahrenheit, you fucking Eurocuck.
>The fur on the back of your neck begins to stand up as you start to feel as if something is very very wrong in the castle.
"League, do you feel that?"
>"Feel what? Are you implying I should have some sorta psychic link to the ice cream?"
"Seriously, the temperature dropped..."
>"Oh, yeah... that is odd."
"We need to get out of here. Now."
>"It's freezing cold outside, where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere but here, please."
>"Alright, alright. I don't feel it, but I'll trust ya. Let's g-"
>Glass shattering.
"Run."
>The two of you book it down the hallway, the castle quickly becoming an unnavigable maze of corridors.
>You half fall half-run down the corridor, lagging significantly behind league with every last muscle in your legs on fire.
>Was it lab three or four that was next to the back exit?
>Was the Sub-library upstairs or downstairs, and more importantly where is the entrance to it?
>What can you use to defend yourselves?
>You already know the answer to that one. Nothing.
>As you run, books and papers begin to hinder your progress as they build up in small piles.
>The air is slowly but surely working its way up to gale-force winds.
>You don't want to be here when whatever that entails culminates.
>You turn a corner and you can see the front entrance, its ornate designs a relief for once.
>League bounds for it and knocks it open into the cold outside.
>You're almost ten feet away when you lose your hold on the ground and skid all over the cold crystal floor.
>You don't think anything is broken, but when you try to get up you can't manage it; your muscles are so incredibly exhausted.
>That horrible feeling begins to grow in magnitude with the wind.
>Your fur begins to stand on its own, you can feel the electricity in the air.
>You can just barely hear yourself whimper softly.
>Input action.

>>209177
Well that wasn't hard at all, kek. All ya gotta do is narrow down to a low price, look through each <$300 plushmancer, and-

Tiny Equine. Gosh, I dunno, might be someone else.

>>209021

"Oh fuck off, will you? I'm tired. I got woken up in the middle of the night, only to be dragged here and find out I have to go to sleep again on a goddamn bench."

>"Just because you're tired, doesn't mean you have an excuse to be rude. Also, don't use the Lord's name in vain."

"Celestia dammit!"

>"I'm sure she'll love to hear that in the morning. Goodnight, Anon."

It's really hard to stay mad at Coco. She genuinely seems like a sweet filly, but you really aren't in the mood for any of this. Part of you is in the mood for cuddling up to Lyra, but the rational part of your brain says that this would only make things more awkward, particularly considering this would have you sleeping really close to Coco as well. Instead, you find a nice cushioned bench on the far side of the room and try to lay down like a normal pony would. It's nowhere close to sleeping in a comfortable bed, but it's at least better than sleeping on the floor. You are soon joined by Daring, so at least you have someone to cuddle. With your hooves wrapped around each other, you close your eyes once again and drift off to sleep...

And wake up to the smell of freshly baked donuts. You open your eyes and turn your head around to see that Princess Celestia has entered the room with a tray full of fresh-from-the-oven donuts.

<<<"Good morning, fillies. I see you've all made it here safely. Who wants breakfast?"

>>209247
"Twilight says your coffee is bad!" [1d100 = 38]

>>209247
Also i just noticed this on re-reading but WHO THE FUCK COOKS DOUGHNUTS IN THE FUCKIN OVEN?!

>>209177
>the madman has a filly tattoo

>>209278
Is this a trick question?

>>209238
Yarr, I did the same. I thought "There's no way he'd charge $300 for one of those, right? And I can't see them being worth more then $100 either. So that leaaaves..ah, perfect. What's their name? TinyEquine Yep, that is definitely him."

>>209323
The biggest enemy of fillies everywhere: actual fucking work.

>>209323
What's she gonna do if I don't keep swinging? Send me to another rock farm?

>>209177
Checked

>>209323
Nice.
>>209341
She won't use any lube tonight.

>>209232
Contemplate finding religion and praying for salvation. Failing that, stop being a bitch and start dragging yourself toward the open door.

[1d100 = 41]

>>209247
"Maybe after just a little more sleep." Then plant your face down into the bench cushion. [1d100 = 48]

>>209323
>Purple makes her NEET filly do actual work

>>209479
No lewding fillies allowed

>>209323
If I give you a green would you edit that pic so Limey doesnt have a pickaxe and there's hoofmarks and cracks on the rocks close to her?
In my autism its said that the pie family all have enough strengh to break rocks with their bare hooves and that's why their rocks are such high quality, well, all but Marble she just stays inside, now crying for Big Mac , and with Limestone being the oldest I imagine her being as strong, if not stronger, than Maud.

More rock farm filly would be nice too, this was /out/ work with Limestone, next could be """feeling""" the rocks and categorizing them with Marble with a very confused filly?

Either way I'll begin the work on the green even if this was already a wall of autism , content is content so everyone wins even if mine is shit

>>209481
Well in that one time travel episode, in the timeline where Sombra enslaves the crystal empire and goes to war with Equestria, ponk and limestone break a huge boulder into smaller rocks using just their hooves. So it's more or less canon that they can break rocks with their bare hooves, rather than just a head-canon of your's. So more power to you.

>>209484
Or they at least have the potential to if they're strong enough.

>>209323
Nice job!
Poor Anon, having to do work for once

>>209401
>Having to fend off a crazy Pie sister when she gets too touchy
Wew

>>209479
I think that's gay

>>209232
>>209460
This
[1d100 = 25]

>>209484
>>209485
Thats the thing, not even talking about potential in the future but the present, Maud actually already does that, but often its locked to her for some reason
Limestone is not only older but also never left the farm, so while she may not have Maud's precision from the rocktorate she may be even more fit and stronger, having done this daily and also using brute force from her earth heritage
Pinkie isnt as strong, but still has the Pie blood and enough energy to match Applejack, and if all else fails she just breaks reality. If she could do this at will she'd no doubt be the strongest horse around really, "unicorn master race" cant do shit against something like that. Who needs lazers when you can just bend reality? Still, even as is, pink horse is op, pls nerf
Marble is the weakest, more because she is afraid of getting hurt than actually weak, so she resigns to do light in-house work, which wouldnt help her physique, still could use earth magic to feel imperfections on the rocks, density or some delicate shit like that

Also, the Pies have some weird genes that makes amazing mares in that family
/autism and back to filly green

>>209480
Have a 100% lewd free filly

>>209481
>this was /out/ work
Ideeaaaaaaa~! What about fillies based on board-specific personalities?

>>209496
Kek
Those gullible ponies...

So Cherry Berry giving Anonfilly a free balloon ride? Or ponycopter/airplane to be more fitting with the board
Aka. /n/

>>209247
"If you made those in an oven, then may Faust have mercy on your soul."
[1d100 = 30]

>>209247

"Ugh, maybe after a bit more sleep."

Rather than eating breakfast with the rest of your friends, you instead bury your face into the nice cushioned bench and try to get back to sleep. This is rather difficult, as the smell of food is strong, and there is some light chatter between them. Nevertheless, you enter a sort of morning daydream state where you are not quite unconscious, but you aren't really "awake" either.

As you lay half-asleep, you start to ponder a bit about the little things in life. For instance - why is breakfast the most memorable part of each of your days? It's not even the most fun part. Has your life just become routine? Even on adventures when you're out in the wilderness, you somehow never manage to forget breakfast. You wonder what it would be like if you were to skip it... your stomach would probably rumble, and you'd complain about it all until lunch, but at least your day might seem... unique. And given that you've had way too much of days being literally the same in your past, maybe you might just try it for once. Yes, today is the day you're going to skip breakfast!

A donut is pressed in front of your face. It smells a little fruity, there must be jelly filling in it. You are VERY tempted to eat the whole thing in one bite. You also feel some pony's hooves scratching you behind the ears. That must be Daring. Daring is petting you, what the hell?

>>209508
"Holy Jesus, what is that? What the fuck is that?" [1d100 = 22]

>>209497
not if you have xx chromosomes.

>>209508
"Go lower"
[1d100}

>>209524
And no matter how low it goes, keep saying lower until she's just back on the floor
[1d100 = 83]

Daily reminder from your good pal All Nighter that lewding the filly is sinful.
Maybe

>>209528
Also Doc is updated.
Email or reply with any missed items

>>209481
There's just not enough space for cracks and stuff and i'm not sure i can make it look good.
Pickaxe was ugly anyway but still it's kinda boring to left Lime with empty hooves

>>209560
That bag of rocks looks tasty.

>>209508
"I ain't no wombat, but I'll let you get away with petting me for now. Don't expect me to be so forgiving next time." [1d100 = 5]

Then stare at the donut for a moment before saying >>209516

>>209525
>>209526
Ha ha ha, yesssss. Just to secure this, I'll give it a boost too.
[1d100 = 44]

>>209323
>>209560
>So Twilight said you needed to learn how to use earth pony magic
>She knew very well that you had no magic
>Sure, you were a filly now, but you never had any as a human so nothing should have changed
>Even if her magic machine said otherwise, you refuse to believe you are, in fact, a filly
>You want big mc dic back so bad, this cant be happening
>"-Anon, be a good filly for me okay?"
>Right she was introducting you to the Pies
>What better way to learn magic than sending your filly to an internship with one of the hardest working families in Equestria
>Not only that, but you arrived on the crack of dawn
>A filly needs her sleep goddamit
>Oh wait, that was your cue
"Fuck you and fuck your farm"
>All residents frowned at you
>There was a pop sound at your side
>And you could swear one of them growled at you
>Ha, nailed it
>With a smug grin you turn back at purple, expecting her to take you back to the castle for your safety
>But she was already gone
>Ponka was the first to break from the shock, hugging her gray sister who looked like she was about to cry
>But unlike all the other times she heard you swear, this time she actually seemed crushed by it as well
>"That wasnt very nice Nonny, you can have fun learning things with us here too"
>"Shut it Pinkie!" - sounded the raspy voice of one of the grey mares - "If she wants to pretend to be as hard as a rock, then I'll just need to break her, Limestone style!"
>"Now, now Limestone, thou knows that thou should not act upon thy hate and end hurting this poor filly"
>"But father she...urgh. You, come with me"
>She didnt even wait to see if you were going or not before walking away
>A quick glance to her parents earned a nod
>Meh, you dont think she ll do anything, could mess with her a little more too

>Or not
>She brought you to the middle of a rock formation
>And told you to punch a rock
>Gee all work and no play...
>But you know how to work with these types
>Approaching the rock wall you give it a light tap
>Immediately falling on your back, you closed your eyes and held your hoof as if it was going to fall off otherwise
"Fuck shit motherfucker!"
>Swaying from side to side, you slowly open an eye to look at her
>Unmoved, staring blankly at you and looking just as angry as before
>In fact you think you hear her repeating "Its just a filly" under her breath
>Laying on your side you pout lightly before addressing her again
"Hey, I'm hurt here, help me out"
>You could visibly see something break inside her head, with how her face contorted
>Slowly walking towards you, you knew you had made a mistake
>And after grabbing you by the chest fluff, she hurled your body to the rocks with great strength
>Feeling the impact you closed your eyes instinctively
>But besides feeling your back being pressed to a wall of sand it wasn't too bad
>Wait, a wall of sand?
>Opening your eyes you see that the impact was strong enough to break the rock in countless parts, with you laying in the middle of it
>Looking down you see that you don't have a single scratch, cut or any sign of a injury
>But you also saw the mare making her way to you in middle of the shiny crumbs
>Lowering her head on yours, she pressed a hoof down on your ribs harshly
>And while being thrown into a rock didnt hurt much, this did hurt like hell
>"YOU'RE AN EARTH PONY, STOP BEING FRU-FRU AND BEHAVING LIKE A UNICORN! BE PROUD, WORK HARD AND PERHAPS YOU'LL DO SOMETHING USEFUL IN YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE!"
>"NOW GET UP AND BREAK THAT CELESTIA DAMNED ROCK YOU BUCKING ZIGGER"
>She pointed to another rock in the quarry, not taking her head or the other hoof away
>You didn't remember signing up to the military, what did purple put you up to this time?
>"Limestone..." - came a deep voice from the distance
>Finally her hoof let go of you, raising her head away and finally letting you free
>You used the time to release a breath you didnt knew you were holding, all this earth pony shit not quite registering on your mind yet
>"SORRY DAD, GOT CARRIED AWAY"
>As gentle as a rock falling from a cliff, she pushed you to your hooves and towards your next destination
>"SHE IS FINE TOO, DON'T WORRY"
>"The things I do for my family..."
"What was that?"
>"Nothing, just punch the damn rock"

>The rest of the morning went by quickly, feeling more confidence in yourself with each hour past
>The opposite was true for Limestone, growing more frustrated with each of your attempts
>They weren't even half attempts anymore, it was a great way to vent frustration from purple
>But not once did you made even a crack in the new rock face
>By lunch time, Ponka arrived in the site with two bags, and seeing the first rock in pieces her face beamed
>But one look at Limestone's grumpy face seemed to be enough to diffuse it
>Leaving the bags on the ground, she started pronking back home and you turned to follow
>Only to fall face first on the ground, as something locked your tail on place
>"You're staying, we're not done here yet"
"Fuck you, I'm not strong enough to break a rock"
>"But you were resilient enough to not cry after being smashed into one, I see potential in you kid"
>Hearing a compliment from her was as unexpected as seeing a pig fly
>So shaking your head to see if you heard right, you turned at her with confusion written all over your face
>"Im not going to repeat myself you idiot. Just eat your hay, we have a long day ahead of us"

>>209577
>After lunch, you went back to trying to break a rock, any rock
>But with the early morning workout and the blazing sun, you weren't going anywhere anytime
>Seeing how you couldn't even dent the rock, Limestone just came forward and broke the rock you had been practicing on herself, before throwing a pickaxe your way
"Seriously?"
>"I already lost the day trying to help you out, you could at least try and help me back"
"And how much help do you think I would be? I can't even crack a pebble!"
>"Find a fault line, hit it, boom. Now GET OUT OF MY FACE!"
"Geez, fine, no need to scream"
>Grabbing the handle on your mouth, you turned to find another rock
>"DON'T USE YOUR MOUTH, USE YOUR HOOVES TO SWING IT YOU IDIOT! HOW DO YOU...AAARGH"

>You don't know when you started running
>But you had to get away from that insane mare
>She seemed ready to blow a fuse every second you did something slightly wrong
>But she was right that you wasted her whole day of farming for this
>So may as well try to help her
>You think you saw Marble on top of a rock, using the pickaxe with her head
>But if she told you to use your hoof then may as well follow, who knows
>Hearing the background noise, you were at least glad that you had been a good motivator for Limestone
>So getting to a rock, you drop the pickaxe from your mouth and try to grab it with your forehooves
>...
>This will be a long evening

>You wake up with a clank noise by your side
>"FOUND HER"
>And the grumpy voice from Limestone finished that job
>With a grunt, you sit up and look at the sky, only to see a gold hue lowering the sun
>You try to remember when you fell asleep...
>After trying to hold the pickaxe with your hooves for what felt like hours, you just gave up and laid down to think on how to approach that
>Only thing is that it hadn't been hours trying
>Or that you didn't think for a second
>Details, blame Twilight
>"You didn't need to run you know, if you had stayed with me I could have helped you"
>Still groggly waking up you stare at the sweaty horse
"I dun wanna die"
>"What? I would never! Just didn't think you'd have so much trouble. Even Pinkie could crack a few rocks as a child"
>You have a hard time imagining pink autism doing that, but why would her older sister lie?
>"Here, climb up, lets go home" - she said, pointing at her rock bag
>Free bareback horse rides? How could you say no to that?
>Well considering the horse...
>With a shrug you just climb on the rocks and get comfy inside
>The rocks are surprisingly smooth to the touch and have a calming earthy smell
>Seeing that you finished settling yourself down, Limestone grabbed the bag and hurled it to her back before walking away
>"Next time you listen to father and let Marble or Maud start it up, stupid, stupid"
"What was that?"
>"Nothing, you're staying with Marble tommorrow"
"Love you too"
>"BUCK YOU!"