>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..
"Horus and his legions begin their campaign against the Imperium, opting to first disorient the loyalist forces with the help of the chaos gods. Guilliman and Sanguinius are separated from the larger Imperium along with their legions, Ferrus Manus is killed by Fulgrim, Leman tries to mount a one-man assault on Horus and fails, Rogal and Jaghatai are called back to Terra to help reinforce the planet for the coming assault, and Corvus and Vulcan are left heavily damaged and stranded after setting off a large trap while trying to counterattack. Eventaully, the Imperium is pushed back all the way to Terra's doorstep, but the loyalist primarchs remaining have also fought their ways back to Terra to help reinforce Rogal and Jaghatai's forces there." >Now for the climactic final battle! "Horus's flagship warps into space in Terra's orbit with Horus issuing a direct challenge to the Emperor himself, which the Emperor accepts. The Emperor, along with his custodes, teleport onto the Vengeful Spirit to fight Horus. With him, though, he brings Rogal Dorn and Sanguinius to help him out. Sanguinius makes it to Horus first and challenges him, hoping to stop him or at least weaken him before the Emperor gets to him, but instead gets killed outright. The Emperor arrives to Horus next and sees the dead body of Sanguinius before him, causing him to challenge Horus immediately. Horus and the Emperor do battle for a considerable time, with neither getting the upper hand for a while. Emperor's being evenly matched by Horus, all until one thing." >Luna gasps again, this time more audibly "Horus manages to get a fatal blow on the Emperor and knocks him to the ground. The Emperor tries to recover, but isn't able to due to how heavy the damage to him is. Horus begins advancing on the fallen Emperor, preparing to strike him down for good, but is stopped by a lone human. This human does his best to stop horus himself, but is atomized by a psychic blast from him. Witnessing this, the Emperor steels himself for what must be done now. The Emperor unleashes a psychic blast so powerful that not only does it atomize Horus's body, but it also completely annihilates Horus's soul and banishes him to non-existence. However, this comes at a cost, heavily taxing the Emperor's already wounded body and forcing him to take more damage." >Now for the cavalry to arrive! "All is not lost yet though, as Rogal's made it to the Emperor! Rogal takes the wounded Emperor and brings him back to Terra's surface where the loyalist forces have finished beating back the traitors for good, gets him back to the Imperial Palace, and gets the Emperor hooked up to life support to help him heal from his wounds and use his psychic might to keep the Imperium's infrastructure going in this new time of darkness. The traitor legions are pushed back to the Eye of terror, the loyalist legions are split into chapters to prevent another uprising, and the remaining primarchs try to pick up the pieces left behind." >"Is that the end?" "Nah, we still have about 10,000 years to go. However, there isn't too much that notable left. Anyway, things keep going around the same until the primarchs keep disappearing for their own reasons. Rogal goes missing after holding off a chaos invasion leaving only his left hand behind, Vulkan disappears leaving only some relics to lead his chapter to him eventually, and Guilliman is put on life support himself after a run in with some other threat. Jaghatai runs off to challenge the last of the Eldar for them being cunts and never comes back, Leman runs off into the warp to find a way to fix the Emperor, and Corvus and Lion just drop off the face of the Milky Way. After all this though, some new threats begin to arise. Remember that unnamed species from last night?" >Luna thinks back on the previous night before a look of realization crosses her >"The one that the Old Ones may have made to help stop the Necrons?" "Precisely that one. They show up right about now, on the outskirts of the galaxy on the world of Tyran and turn it from a planet teeming with life into a barren rock within weeks. This new threat is finally sighted by the Imperial Inquisition, and the Ultramarines are called in from their nearby homeworld of Macragge to deal with these newly dubbed Tyrannids. The Tyrannids are a race of insectoid creatures that strip worlds of their life and assimilate their genes into their ranks for use later, which is why they're theorized to be a creation of the Old Ones as a form of biodiversity preservation along with raw strength to combat the Necrons. Anyway, the Tyrannids are running rampant in the galaxy and the Ultramarines are tasked with destroying them." >You take another deep breath and get your mind ready to deal with some of Matt Ward's shit with the coming tales "The Ultramarines manage to just barely beat back the Tyrannids this first time, but there are more of them coming into the galaxy constantly and from many places so there's always more Tyrannids. From here, the Ultramarines somehow beat the Tyrannids back without any casualties and stupidly quickly and become complete mary sues from now on, but that's just my own opinion. Either way, chaos keeps being a thorn in the Imperium's side, the Necrons start waking up with more souls ripe for the consuming, the Eldar keep clinging desparately to life or hiding in the webway and being degenerates, and the Orks weren't going anywhere to begin with, so they're still punching anything that moves. That about brings us to the present, in the grim dark 41st millenium choked with war." >"That was a ride. Anything else of note?" "Not really, just some other lore more recently that I have no idea where it's going so I'm leaving it out for now."
>And you also just remembered the T'au "And I apparently also had an entire faction slip my mind. The T'au are a newcomer species to the galaxy and are actually multiple species joined politically, including some traitor humans. They're pretty irrelevant though, so nothing much really has happened with them and I kinda don't think anything will." >"Then why did they even bother making them?" "I dunno, fleshing out the universe some more? Giving the weaboo communists some representation? Games Workshop does what they want." >"What's a weaboo and what's a communist?" "A weaboo is a derogatory term where I come from for a person who is completely and totally obsessed with a country called Japan to an unhealthy degree, but has evolved into meaning a person who even just watches anime. Anime is a kind of animated cartoon made by the Japanese, before you ask. For your second question, just imagine Starlight Glimmer. That's a communist." >Luna raises her eyebrows and nods concernedly as she ponders the implications of the information you've given her >"I see." "So, any ideas on what kind of faction you want to play from a lore standpoint?" >The mare casts her gaze downwards in concentration for a few moments, carefully considering her options >Soon though, she brings her eyes back to meet yours with a tentative answer >"Can I use the Thousand Sons?" "Before you make your decision final, let me show you what the Thousand Sons do." >Without any further fanfare, you pull a book out of thin air and flip through it to make sure that it all says what it needs to "Also, these aren't the rules that Games Workshop themselves made for the Thousand Sons, it's something put together by a fan. However, the rules are pretty cool, so I decided to keep this in mind." >Now that all the fine print's out of the way, you place the book (https://1d4chan.org/images/archive/e/e7/20161003203527%21Codex_Thousand_Sons_v_1.75.pdf) down in front of Luna "I'll let you read that, seeing as how I'd probably explain it all horribly by myself." >She grabs the summoned book in her magic, briefly staring between it and you >"Are you familiar with the fact that one cannot actually discern text in dreams?" >Well, yeah, but that didn't stop her at any other time there was reading to be done! "But what about every other time we've been messing around and there was something to read?" >"I was never actually reading it, more inferring what it was supposed to say from what you mentioned and the environment around it." >Ah >Fuck >Well, let's see if you can try something else "Then is there any way for me to put the information directly into your head?" >"No, but there is a way for me to extract it. All you need to do is to read it, I'll handle the rest." >You shrug at this, deciding that it's easier than not >You retrieve the book you summoned and open the first page, noting after close scrutiny that the 'text' is, in fact, illegible in a traditional sense >At this point, you pause for Luna to get her part of this ready >Looking over to her, you see her eyes close and her horn ignite >You also notice a thin, translucent blue strand now linking your forehead with her horn >You wait a bit longer, not sure if everything is ready yet >After another moment of waiting, she nods as the go ahead >And so, you begin reading! >Through the flavor text at the beginning, down into the actual nitty gritty and everything else that bears mention >After a while, you finish reading and look back up at the mare to find her still with her eyes closed >After another moment though, they reopen and focus on you as the strand disappears into the ether from whence it came >"Some interesting rules. I'm assuming you won't be starting off using Space Wolves against me, just to keep it more fair?" "I play the Imperial Fists, don't worry. Before we move on though, what did you do just then?" >"I possess a myriad of abilities here, one of them is to see and hear as others do. It helps with tracking down certain monsters that may have broken through the border of the Astral Plane, but I usually end up using it to help dispel nightmares." >That just raises more questions, but you're not sure if you'll get answers "What kind of monsters break through the border of the Astral Plane?" >"The kind that have the ability to enter dreams. I would tell you more, but that would risk making you one of their targets and they are quite fond of any mind they can enter." "Understandable." >A small silence persists after the current topic is dropped, but not for too long "So, is there enough time for a game?" >Luna's horn ignites again as she closes her eyes, opening them a few moments later >"There's about 30 minutes left for our time. Is that enough for a standard game?" >Maybe if you played a small game quickly, but not if you want to do anything else "It's enough time if we really hurry, but I'm not sure if that's the best idea with you learning a new system." >"Yes, you're probably right. Well, is there anything we can do in the meantime?" "I could teach you the system the game uses." >"A good idea, let's do that." >So you spend the rest of the time giving her the rundown on 40K's rules and regulations to make sure that Luna knows what she's doing in her first game as well as she can >. . .
>You awake to an alarm, signalling the beginning of another day here innaquestria >Oh boy! >School, and probably nothing important! >Well, no use whining about nothing interesting happening, there's probably been enough excitement packed into the last two weeks to last an average pony a lifetime and you probably have more on the way >You absentmindedly huff at this, causing the bandage around your nose to tickle you >Oh right, your nose is still bandaged and broken >Almost forgot about that... >You huff again, this time more carefully, contemplating how there's still about two weeks before this shit's supposed to be healed >Well, time won't kill itself >You go about your day, first going to school and skating through your lessons as always, then sitting by yourself and missing Emerald's company during lunch and recess, then finally heading back to the castle to kill yet more time >Except, you don't! >Instead of going to kill time, you instead go to Twilight to ask about the progression of the plans! >You check all the usual places, first looking in the living area and then down in the lab, but finally navigate your way to her office again to find her >You knock on the door, confirming her presence there when she answers >"Come in!" >You accept her invitation, opening the door and letting yourself into the room "Hey, what's up? Any progress worth mentioning on things?" >Twilight looks up from her documents, thinking to herself for a moment before returning her gaze to you >"Nothing too interesting to report. Everything from yesterday's still done, no letters came in for you." >Before you can respond, a flash of realization crosses her face >"Oh! I put in the requests for the paper ads in the time since you last asked, that's something!" "That's good, anything yet?" >"Unfortunately no. However, it's only a matter of time until something happens." "Indeed. Well, I'm gonna go bother Spike to see if Chrissy got back to me yet." >Twilight nods and looks back down at her papers before you leave the room >You make your way down to the basement to find your target, and he's there doing exactly what you expected >Holding a comic book with one arm and keeping his Rarity plush near him with the other "Sup dude, any letters for me?" >"Nah, sorry. I'm not even sure Chrysalis knows how to teleport a letter through magical fire, so it would probably be coming by post anyway. Give it a few days." >Oh >Aw "Alright, fair enough. So, what's been happening today? Anything cool?" >Spike puts down the comic book for a moment to think to himself >"Well, Twilight ended up spending pretty much the entire morning down in the lab making noise. I don't know what it was about, but it was loud." >Maybe that has something to do with some of the trials? >Eh, you'll ask her later >Unfortunately, later doesn't come today as you completely forget the question within a few minutes >With all the official business now either out of the way or out of your mind, you decide to get back to other issues >Namely, one you haven't actively thought of in ages >Should you stay, or should you go? >Is there an answer yet? >Answer machine broke >Understandable, have a nice day >Well, is there anything else? >Homework >You tear through that quickly, getting mildly impatient at the lack of anything interesting happening that today was >It's going to take a while to get over your period of constant happenings, isn't it? >Probably >Eh, guess you'll just have to deal with it >You carry out the rest of today easily yet slowly, eventually falling asleep uneventfully >. . .
>Your dreams start off equally as uneventful, too! >Is there no escape from boredom!? >As a matter of fact, there is! >Once Luna joins you in the dreamscape of bland unimportance, you immediately remember exactly what's to happen tonight >"So, is there anything else I need to know, or can we finally play a game of this Warhammer?" "Well, you have a good idea of the basics and you know how to use your army... I guess the only thing extra I could tell you is how my own army works, but that's not entirely necessary to do beforehand. I guess the last thing to do would be to decide what kind of game it is we're playing." >"What kind of game as in what the objective will be?" "Exactly. Whether we're competing for objectives, one of us is defending while the other attacks, king of the hill, or just sending in our units and seeing who comes out with more points left." >Luna considers the options before her for a moment before making a decision >"How about we do that last one?" "Alright, arena deathmatch it is!" >You quickly summon a table into the void, already pre-decorated with terrain for the units to stand in, as well as the units themselves with their own little spots to stand on on either side of the field >As for the field you've chosen, it's fairly clustered with rock formations on either side where the units should start to provide cover while opening up into a small river near the middle >Also, for extra decorative touch, the water of the river moves! >Also, the units themselves move too, but only when commanded to move >Alright, both sides are equipped with about 1000 points to keep things simple at the beginning >Your Imperial Fists marines and Luna's Thousand Sons marines both move to where you both direct them, turn order is decided with a dice roll, and the game begins! >Turn one movement: Imperial Fists move first, opting to organize just inside the rocks to get the drop on the Thousand Sons during the next phase, while the Sons move similarly >Turn one shooting: everybody shoots at everybody else, almost nothing is accomplished >Turn two movement: the Fists hold the line, opting to let the Sons be the ones to close the distance; the Sons consider this briefly before staying in the same place as well >Turn two shooting: Roughly nothing again, the Sons start throwing out spells to try to make things happen while the Fists start lobbing grenades to the same effect >Turn three movement: an agreement is formeed, in the interests of something interesting happening, both sides move out of cover and into the central area >Turn three shooting: things finally happen! A few soldiers take some damage on each side, one particularly unlucky sorceror gets his head exploded by a bolt gun while another one accidentally summons in a few horrors when casting a spell >Turn four movement: the Fists, seeing the growing numbers of enemies, opt to move back towards the rocks while the Sons and their daemons give chase >Turn four shooting: the Sons press their number advantage, bringing down a few of Dorn's bois while some more of Dorn's bois start shooting back from cover again >Turn five movement: the Fists finish retreating to cover while the Sons continue pursuing, not realizing that they're falling right into a trap! >Turn five shooting: the Fists begin unloading everything they have into the clustered Sons, killing sorcerors left and right while the Sons end up breaking morale and retreating off the field! >Results: Resounding victory for the Imperial Fists! >You replace all the pieces into their respective sides and clean the battlefield of the fake blood, resetting things for a different game to begin "So, how was it?" >"It's an interesting system to be sure, but I'm sure I have a ways to go before I can beat you." "Nah, it was pretty close there until the end. All you really had to do was not pursue me and you probably would've won." >"A mistake I shan't make again. Now, what kind of game would you like to play?" >What kind of game indeed? >Well, you'd like to have a bigger game for one, but you should probably keep things more limited to make sure Luna doesn't get overwhelmed by having to manage over a hundred minis at once >Not to mention all the extra rules behind vehicles and characters, you'll get to those once she's mastered the base game >Now what of the games that remain will work with the limited number of units you'll use while still being fun? "How about... King of the hill?" >"Alright, I'm assuming we'll need a new board for this?" "Yeah, probably." >You whip up the old Dream Editor again, taking the table and editing it to a more industrial landscape, with multiple floors and places to stand in with a large central point where the objective, a reactor core, is placed "Alright, the objective's that big thing in the center and it can be taken from three different levels but not if any enemy units are there too, so just be aware of that. Whoever holds the objective for more turns wins, if there's a tie on turn 5, then we go to a turn 6." >"Sounds good, let's play!"
>The table is set, dice are rolled, units are moved and killed off, and time flies by as things happen >In the end, it's another close game but this time the Thousand Sons win out "Well, GG." >"Gee gee?" "It stands for good game, it's just something I say to maintain sportsmanship when I lose." >"Ah, GG indeed." "So, is there time for another game?" >Luna takes a moment to check, getting back to you with an answer fairly quickly >"There probably isn't, only around 20 minutes." "Dang, I was kinda hoping there could be a tie breaker round. Oh well, I guess we can leave it at 1-1 for tonight." >"At least leaving it to tomorrow to decide the true winner will let us take a break and build some suspense in the meantime." "Very true, and I don't plan on losing." >"Nor do I, but only time will tell." >From there, the dream slows back down until you both call it for the night >. . . >You wake up to another boring day, just doing all that you need to to get through it and not much else >Daydream in every subject but history, blah blah whatever >When school finally lets out, you immediately and quickly head back to the castle! >Open the door, put down your crap, find Spike "Hey, anything interesting happen while I was gone?" >"Nah, sorry." "Any letters come?" >"Not for you, at least." >Darn "Oh well. I'll leave you to it then, I'm going to talk to Twilight and see if anything's changed on her side." >"Alright, see you around." >You make your way back out to the rest of the castle only to realize you have no idea where Twilight is >Well, you know the usual places she might be, that's a start >Let's check them! >Right as you set off towards her office, you spot her coming up from the laboratory "Just who I wanted to see! So, how are things going?" >Twilight's head whips around to face you, clearly you surprised her here >After she recovers from the shock though, she speaks up >"Uh... Not bad, I guess. Still nothing, but I did just finish setting up the baseline trials. Tomorrow I'll have Applejack and Rainbow set the bar like you said, so things are a bit ahead of schedule actually!" >Ahead? "How are we already ahead of schedule when nothing's happened yet?" >"I had planned for things to take longer just in case anything came up, but the last few days have been pretty quiet so I got everything done faster than I thought I would." "Fair enough." >"What about you? Anything happen in class?" "I wish, it's getting boring after all the things that have happened over the past while." >"Yeah, I can understand that. Just remember to savor these times, you never know when something big could happen and throw you for a loop." "Don't get me wrong, I am. I just don't like having to wait like this; it's frustrating to say the least." >"Yeah, waiting's never fun. Do you at least have anything to work towards in the meantime?" "Not that I know of..." >"Then what did you do to pass time where you came from?" "Play videogames and shitpost on imageboards. I can only do one of those things here, and to do it I have to have the money to waste in an arcade. I'm sure you can see my problem." >"What's an imageboard?" "A place on the internet where people gather anonymously to post images and discuss various topics. They usually aren't the most hospitable of places, but there's a certain feel they have that keeps the users coming back for more." >"And what would that be?" >Huh... >How would you describe it? "Well... It has to do with the fact that anyone's allowed to speak their mind, no matter what they have to say and in response, anyone else can say whatever they want. For example, I could go to a thread about a game and scroll down to the bottom to find people arguing about the best way to roast a chicken and then jump into the discussion myself and derail things further or try to bring it back on track. It's a neat experience that words can't really do justice." >Twilight rolls her eyes and shakes her head slightly before responding >"Sounds facinating, but you're right in that you can't do that here. However, you could always look at any of the books on the shelf in your room. Failing that, check the library; you know where it is. If you really can't find a single thing to read in there that looks interesting, I'll give you a few recommendations." >You shrug in response, deciding that reading is better than abject boredom "I guess I'll get to that, then." >So, you do >You walk upstairs to your room and take a look at the contents of the shelf opposite your bed >Standard stuff that you'd find in a library >Mainly books >Books and books, as far as the eye can see >You browse over a few of them that catch your eye, occasionally taking one down to inspect it further and maybe even take a look inside >None of them really pique your interest, though >It's not like they're bad or anything, you just don't really find anything to get you interested >No flashy covers, no plot synopses, just... Book >Once you finish filtering through the entire shelf, you move over to the library >Start from one side... >Filter through for a long time... >Come out the other empty-handed >Well, if you still had hands >Point is, you've just looked over the entire library and decided that it all wasn't worth your time
>It's about now that Twilight also pokes her head in through the doorway and calls out to you >"Anon, are you in here?" "Yeah, why?" >"Dinner was ready 20 minutes ago, you should come eat." >Oh, yeah >Food >You need that more than a book, you should go do that >You trot over to Twilight and begin the walk down to the kitchen with her >"So, did you find anything you want to read?" "Nah. I even looked over everything and cracked open whatever caught my eye, but I found nothing." >"Absolutely nothing?" "Nothing." >"And you looked over everything?" "I was in there for a few hours, I wasn't just standing around." >"And I'm not saying you were, I'm just surprised. I take it you don't read often?" "Not often at all, I have a hard time getting past the first few pages of a book without something more than words to keep me going." >"What a shame, there were a few in there that I was kinda hoping you'd look at." "Like what?" >Twilight rattles off a half-dozen titles that you vaguely remember looking into before turning back to you for any additions "Well, I do recall looking those over. However, none of them really caught my interest." >"Oh. That's just a bit disappointing, but maybe traditional novels aren't your thing. How about comics? I'm sure Spike would be willing to share some good ones with you." "He's offered before, but I'm not really into the whole superhero scene and I'm not sure what else he's into." >"He's got other things to offer that you might enjoy more, all you have to do is ask and I'm sure he'll let you borrow some." >So it isn't all capeshit! "Alright, I'll ask him about it after dinner." >Speaking of, you both make it to the kitchen and you eat the food that's been left for you before doing as you said you would >After a short trip to the basement, you're standing in Spike's doorway "Hey, Twilight told me that you've got more to offer in that comic stack than just capeshit. Mind giving me some recommendations?" >The dragon looks up from the comic that he's currently reading and gives you a surprised look >"Yeah, I've got some other stuff, but I can't really help unless you tell me what you want to read." >Huh, what do you want to read? >Not the real-life manga, that's probably just going to make you worried about more things than you should be right now >Well, what kind of thing did you enjoy reading back home? "I can think of two radically different directions to go with this. Either horror slash supernatural stuff, or slice of life slash comedy." >Spike thinks to himself for a moment, staring off into space until he sighs and falls backwards onto his bed further >However, he immediately gets back up and responds >"You really had to ask for two of the things I don't have, didn't you?" "Sorry m8, I like what I like." >"It's fine, it's just a bit funny how you come to me, the dragon sporting the largest comic collection in Ponyville, and I don't have what you're asking for." "Well, when you put it that way it kinda is." >Despite all that, neither of you are laughing >"Well, if you're asking for horror, I guess Twilight could help you better than me." >Dang, and you were just talking to her! "Well, thanks for the assistance anyway." >"It's the least I could do." >And with that, you leave the basement >Not to ask Twilight about anything, you'll do that tomorrow >You'll just suffer through for the rest of the night >So you do >After a couple of hours, you decide to call it quits on browsing through your images and playing games and just go to sleep unceremoniously >. . .
And that's it for now. As usual, berate me for being late on yet another deadline I set for myself or berate me for still being up at 4:30 in the morning or berate me for only giving you guys filler or even berate me for being a faggot. However, if you're feeling especially generous, feel free to voice some praise if you feel for some reason that it's deserved here. Now, if you all will excuse me, I'm going to try to think of how to push this forward a bit faster without rushing things. Expect another part of one of my stories out before Half-Life 3.
>>273873 >>273874 >>273882 Filler is good. Both the pony and the story. Sometimes setting up the world, the average everyday mundanity, is a necessity. Pushing the side plot while the main one is going through time can help. Or a perspective shift to see the kinds of stuff that is holding it up. >As usual, berate me for being late on yet another deadline I set for myself or berate me for still being up at 4:30 in the morning or berate me for only giving you guys filler or even berate me for being a faggot. Uhhhhhh. If that's what you like to hear. >cracks whip "FASTER PLACEHOLDER FASTER!" >cracks whip "SLEEP PLACEHOLDER YAH! SLEEP!" >waves a chair around and a watergun in hand "CONTENT! CONTENT DAMN IT!" >get's a pile of salt and some electricity "BY THE POWER INVESTED IN ME, FAGGOTRY BEGONE! ONLY HOERS PUSSY CAN REIGN HERE!"
>>273882 >not thinking you deserve praise for the content you delivered >thinking you deserve to be berated instead HOW DARE YOU, YOU ABSOLUTE FAGGOT! YOU'VE GIVEN US FRESH CONTENT, AND WE'RE GRATEFUL FOR THAT! MAKE SURE YOU'RE WELL-RESTED BECAUSE YOUR HEALTH IS IMPORTANT!
>"Aww, what a little cutie~" >The big titted woman picks you up. >"I could just eat you up you sweet little thing~" >You can feel her tits pushing against your face as she hugs you close. >"I could use a little friend like you, how'd you like a new home?" >You just lay in the woman's arms as she carries you away. >"Do you like peanut butter?" "I-I'm allergic to peanuts" >"Oh, I see..." >She gives the filly a tight hug >Wait is that...a smirk? >"Good thing there's no peanut butter-" >She lifts the filly overhead, before throwing her away with all her strength >"-ON THE MOOOON!!"
>>274012 "Hey I love your shirt! Wanna hang out at my place." >"Aw thanks fellow leaf poner." >Leaf? >Oh >... >OH SHIT! "Look at the time ah, I left my can of ravioli in the washer, and it's about to burn." >RUN FASTER LEGS!
>>274019 >>274021 >tfw 18 years pass quickly "Twilight! I'm old again! Stahp et!" >"It's been two damned seconds since you wanted to try the aging spell. Again! So wait till the weekend is over." >>274020 >tfw you're old enough to helicopter the commies using the force of gravity and a really big space rock. >feels good man
>>273190 >Trust Once Lost >Chapter 19 >The Blame Game
When Applejack left the room I felt cold. I knew this was just part of my fear response, but I still felt uncomfortable. I walked over to the bed and pulled the blanket down with my teeth. I wanted to drape it around my shoulders, but I wasn’t coordinated enough with this new body. The blanket fell in a clump and I crawled underneath it until my head poked out the other side. I almost wished AJ would come back and hug me again just for the warmth.
Stupid, stupid, acting like a baby. I shivered and tried to draw the blanket more tightly around myself.
I heard the Crusaders before I saw them. In this world where everyone has both hooves and excellent hearing it must be nigh impossible for ponies to sneak up on each other. Or would that be neigh impossible?
They made a fair amount of noise coming up the stairs, but slowed their pace as they approached the door. Before they entered they stopped and had a whispered conversation but it was too faint of me to make out.
They entered as a pack, none of them wanting to be the first into the room. They didn’t immediately see me hiding under the blanket, so I spoke first.
“Hi girls,” I said.
They turned as one to face me and the first thing I noticed was the bruise on Scootaloo’s face.
“Oh, hi,” Applebloom said, “Er, Green.”
Clearly they were awkward and hesitant around me.
“Thanks for bringing me some cake.” I said, “You can go back to the party if you like, I don’t want you to miss it on account of me.”
“That’s alright,” said Sweetie Belle, “The party wasn’t that fun anyway.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Scootaloo, “It’s a Pinkie party, it’s going to be awesome!”
Sweetie Belle put a fetlock over her face and sighed. “We’re supposed to be making her feel better about missing the party.”
“Oh,” Scootaloo looked flustered, “I mean, uh, it wasn’t that great.”
“I don’t really like parties anyway,” I said.
The three fillies glanced at each other uncertainly. God this was awkward. Right, change the subject. I wanted to ask about the bruise on Scootaloo’s face, but that might be a sore topic.
“Thanks for saving me when I was in the forest, I wasn’t in a good way.”
“I’m sorry if I said anything... weird.” I apologized. “I wasn’t really thinking clearly.”
“Ya,” Scootaloo rubbed at her face, “We noticed.”
Oh no. My mind made an uncomfortable connection.
“Did you get hurt while you were rescuing me?” I asked.
Despite her orange coat, the bruising was clearly visible. It was purplish, probably a few days old. It was a little swollen, but she wasn’t having any trouble opening her eye; probably no facial fracture.
“It looks like you got hit pretty hard. Did you lose consciousness?” I asked.
Scootaloo shook her head.
“Did you have any blurred or double vision, headaches, nausea, vomiting?” I listed off.
“Look you didn’t hit me that hard, okay?” Scootaloo snapped, “It’s fine.”
My throat was tightening. I wanted to apologize, but my body just wanted to cry.
“Oh.” I managed to choke out.
I fought back tears. Stupid body. I tried to breathe, but the lump in my throat was painful and my breath turned into a shudder. I wanted to retreat further under the blanket, but I couldn’t. This wasn’t about me, this was about Scootaloo. I was just making myself the victim by being weak. I’d hurt her and now I was going to steal all the sympathy just because I couldn’t control my emotions.
“I- I’m sorry,” I whispered, trying not to whimper. I didn’t want them to feel sorry for me.
Keep yourself together dammit!
I wasn't sure if they heard me, so I repeated myself as I stood up and shook off the blanket, though I wasn’t able to make eye contact.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my vision was blurry with tears as I hurried out of the room, “I have to go to the-”
As I turned the corner out of the room without looking I ran into a wall of blue fur. I looked up to see Rainbow Dash looking surprised and, for some reason, guilty? I resisted the urge to throw myself into her chest and cry; instead, I just took an awkward step back.
“Oh,” I rasped, “Er, sorry, is there a bathroom on this floor?”
She hesitated and I looked away, too ashamed to make eye contact.
“Sure,” she said, concerned, “It’s just over here. Are you okay?”
She guided me with a wing to another door along the hallway. The wing on my back gave me strength and I remembered back to what Applejack had said earlier. Clearly just keeping my emotions bottled up and under control wasn’t going to work anymore. I had to tell somepony.
I sat down on the floor and looked up at Rainbow, my gaze not quite making it to her eyes, stopping mid-chest.
“No,” I said. “I’m not okay.”
“Oh,” Rainbow had a profound sense of awkwardness in her voice, “Uh, are you having... err... bathroom... problems?”
Now it was Rainbow’s turn to look away, as she desperately searched for somepony else to handle the delicate issue. I blushed at that, and it actually helped distract me from my impending breakdown.
“I don’t have to go.” I admitted, “I just didn’t want them to see me cry.”
We both froze as we heard hoofsteps coming up the stairs.
>>274135 “Rainbow? What-” AJ’s voice turned from surprise to anger as she saw me, “Are you seriously-”
“It’s alright,” Rainbow tried to placate the fuming Earthpony, “We were just talking-”
“No, it ain’t alright,” AJ stood over top of me protectively, “I can understand wanting ta protect yer little sister, but coming up here so you could ambush a little filly and give her a talking to while she’s all alone? Ah thought you were better than this.”
I was frozen. This was all my fault and I couldn’t think of the right words to defuse the situation.
“I would never!” Rainbow had raised herself off the floor, flapping her wings indignantly. “I was just showing her where the bathroom is.”
“Uh-huh.” AJ was unconvinced, “And what were ya doing up here in the first place?”
“I was,” Rainbow’s eyes shifted side to side, as if looking for something, “I was going to use the bathroom up here because the other one had a line.”
Ok. If this was the standard of lying that existed in Equestria I could definitely see why AJ didn’t need psychic powers to be the element of honesty.
AJ shook with rage as she pulled me back behind her foreleg.
“W-what?” Rainbow dropped out of the air in shock.
“Y’all think ya can lie ta muh face, ambush a little filly on her way ta the bathroom in her own home where she’s suppose’ ta feel safe?” AJ yelled, “Yer no longer welcome here. Get. Out.”
>>274136 “Twilight,” Rainbow said in a panic, “We have a major friendship problem!”
The Princess immediately looked at Rainbow’s cutiemark, and then to her own to check if they were glowing.
“No, not like that,” Rainbow said in exasperation, “Ugh, look, I bucked up real bad and now AJ won’t speak to me.”
There was a flash of teleportation and the two of them were suddenly standing outside.
“Alright,” said Twilight, “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”
“Well AJ saw me upstairs talking to Green,” Rainbow explained, “And she completely overreacted!”
“She was so frightened of other ponies she couldn’t even attend her own welcome party and then an adult she doesn’t know comes upstairs to confront her? How did you think she would react, Dash?” Twilight said.
“What?” Rainbow said, “That’s not what happened at all. Green was fine. AJ is the one that overreacted. She said I was trying to ambush a filly!”
“Rainbow, you’ve been ranting about how dangerous Green is and how she hurt Scootaloo, and then you go to confront her while she’s all alone?” Twilight asked, “Did you think for even one minute about how that might make her feel?”
“Green ran into me!” Rainbow responded, “And it looked like she was about to cry, so I asked if she was okay. That’s all that happened!”
“She just happened to bump into you.” Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Upstairs, away from the party, where you had no reason to be.”
“I was supervising!”
“You were eavesdropping.” Twilight surmised.
“Ugh, fine,” Rainbow admitted. “I just wanted to make sure they were safe, okay?”
“I believe you Rainbow, and I’ll talk to Applejack,” Twilight consoled, “But I think you should probably head home for the night. She’s going to need some time to cool off.”
>>274135 >>274136 >>274137 >tfw ywnbe brutalized then have your body violated in an unspeakable way, so you can guilt trip ponies into having a character arc, as they try to make amends because of how your body is out of control so you can get the nice appul snuggles
>>274147 >"I'm sorry to hear about your late grandmother." "It's fine, she left as she lived." > "AS A COLOSSAL FAGGOT!" >from the coffin an old mare arose called from the beyond. >"Nano machines son."
>>273847 >You walk calmly back towards Ponyville, but you can tell that Orange is quietly shitting herself and you're not very quietly shitting yourself, looking around and jumping at every little sound. >You don't know what the hell is going on around here, and you don't particularly want to. >But the two of you get out of the forest with little event, and Orange seems somewhat more inclined to talk. >"I guess you're probably wondering if I what I found has anything to do with tonight." "It crossed my mind." >"Well, the truth is that I don't really know. I don't really know what I found either..." "Then why take me out there?" >She's silent for a few minutes. >"Because it told me to." "What the actual fuck man?" >She snaps. >"The fuck was I supposed to do? It showed me things Hornet, I-I'm not going to lose my mom. Especially not like that." >You gently reach out a hoof for a hug, which you're honestly surprised she accepts. >She's always told you she wasn't much of a touchy-feely person in life as a human. "We need to go to Twilight about this." >"It's all over..." "No, it isn't." >"I was late getting you out. It was supposed to be where the fucking ravine was." "I don't particularly agree with Twilight on a lot of things, but you really should go see her tonight. I'll climb back up into my room, you can knock on her door, and we'll sort this out." >"Yeah, okay man." >The window is within view now. >Orange fucking jumps on top of you, knocking you to the ground. "OW! What the fu-" >She slams a hoof over your mouth. >There's a figure in front of the window.
>>274207 “Got a little frisky in the middle of the night, huh? Never took you for the somino-type.” >”What? I thought it was you trying out something new with the way you moved your tongue...” “Mares, I never even woke up.” >Cue mild panic >(you) stand up “What am I stepping in? Jizz?” >”Oh fuck there’s a trail.” >It leads to a filly with a milky booty hole and marecum-stained muzzle, fast asleep in bed. >Oh, she’s never seeing dessert again
>>274208 >"You can't make me!" >The nearly invisible chastity belt is secure on your lewd filly. "You can't molest ponies in their sleep. That's wrong." >"Your body said yes." "You're the one who did this to yourself you know." >She lost the high ground. >"I'll... I'll become a d-degenerate! I'll get off to hoof holding! I'll do it!" >A dramatic sigh is released. "Then the only option then is the hazmat suit." >"Y-you can't do that!" >She'll crack soon enough. >"What if my back is itchy?" "Then it'll have to wait till morning."
>filly is in a coma >she has been like this for about a year now >you have been by her side all this time >one day you hear a small groan, like someone being roused >filly has started to open her eyes >they get to about half open >filly has a seizure before becoming conscience >unknown blood clot on the brain >she is gone
>>274269 >"I'm still here for you. You believe that, don't you?" >"I'm still here. You can't fix me, but I'm here." >"Always right beside you, like you are for me." >"You didn't even know me. We had barely just met. But, you are here." >"Was it guilt? Or did you see somepony in me that I'm not? Perhaps it's just something to do, pass the time." >"You have alot of time... I don't." >The face of a green filly with a eye missing, a part of it's skin removed from the skull and torn up lips appears in a flash before Twilight as she jolts awake. >She looks around and finds she's in the hospital room, a light slow beeping ringing out occasionally. >Looking beside her, a not rotting green filly lays, unmoving. >She sighs and rubs her eyes before getting up to go get some coffee from the hospital kitchen. >Just another nightmare.
>>274276 >You're walking in the praire >You don't know how you got here >The vast grass land feels great >Far in the distance, a small filly is waving at you >You..don't remember her, but her green fur and black mane is not strange to you >Could even say that you two knew each other >But why can't you remember >You walk up to her >She seems so far away >No, you start galloping >You need to get to her >Panic starts to boil inside >She's in danger >Your maternal instincts are turned to 11 for some reason >But you can't see anything >You just know you need to get to her and save her from whatever is coming >"Hey purple" >You are still so far away, like all your running didn't cover a single hoof >"Twilight? Why are you running" "Anon, don't do it!" >Yes, that's Anon, you need to get him >Her >Why did you do this >"Why did you do what?" >The filly question gently reverberates in your mind >And still, you run >"I'm here purple, stop running" "No, you don't understand, you're-" >"Just promise to smile for me, okay" >You grind to a halt, as you finally see the bottom of her face >There's a small smile in her lithe snootle >Your eye opens wide, shoot out of the dream at once >You had just tried to teleport, but it was like the whole world just desintegrated in the blink of an eye >Panic starts rising deep in your soul from being powerless to catch her >And you jolt awake to repeated beeps coming from something somewhere >Getting up in a rush, you are determined to get to Anon >Only to see her yet to wake up from the hospital bed in front of you >Walking up to her, you notice her peaceful smile and remember her last words >Gently, you caress her fur, as your vision gets blurry "Yes...I-I promise" >Yet, the pain of the unknown never leaves >You try to stay awake to protect her from whatever may happen >But in the end, you end up sleeping besides her bed >Sat on the floor, with a hoof protectively draped over her chest >But still, you smile
>>274278 >The world is empty. >But soon you're in a grassland. >Anon sits beside you. >"Do you remember what you told me during the incident?" >She's looking off into the distance. >You look off too. >"'You won't die' and, 'You can't die'." >The sun is setting. >"But do you know what it's like to die? I imagine it being like this, blissful and serene." >As it goes down the land grows dark. >"But most find the aspect terrifying, like being stuck, unmoving, until you fade to nothing, no memories, no emotions, nothing." >The world is growing darker and darker, much more dark than a normal sunset. >"It feels like I'm stuck at the beginning. I'm stuck, unmoving." >The grass itself is near invisible in the darkness. >"What did you do to me?" >You can't see your own hoof. >"Why am I stuck?" >There's a light beside you. >"WHy wOn't I diE?" >There's a mangled voice now beside you. >"I woN't DiE!" >You look beside you just in time to see something lunging at you. >You don't get a good look as you wake up throwing a hoof out to stop the creature. >It connects, but not with a whatever that was, instead with Nurse Redheart who is now holding her nose. >You jump up to help her. "I'm so sorry!"
Gonna post the whole string from the Little League thread that died a little while back, rest in piece. >Little League likes Anon, not Anonfilly dumbass. >Are you Little League? (Poster posting with name "Little League") >i am >Alright, behind door number one there's a human with a hard fucking cock, and behind door number two, there's a filly that used to be a human that we've hog-tied for you. The choice is yours. >Which one is Anon? >Both of them. >Oh boy, double Anon gangbang! "No League, the game doesn't work if you can fuck both of them, you have to pick one." >She's somehow gotten every question in the gameshow right so far, and you never expected her to actually make it to the reward. >Doctors, mages, and scholars of all kinds have played your little gameshow for a chance at their wildest fantasies, but she had been the first pony to make it to the end. >"I wan' both missy." >You can hear the live studio audience booing you. >That technical wizard Pimple will edit it out later, but even so you doubt this will help your falling ratings. >You lean in close to the kid and hiss, making sure you mic is off. "Ten minutes with both." >"You promised a whole hour." "I don't have an hour left on my segment!" >"Sounds like somepony didn't expect to be bested by a filly." >You groan and facehoof. "Forty minutes with both, that's my final offer. >"Fifty-five." "Fifty." >"Deal." >You look away as she walks into the first door and drags a wide-eyed and kicking filly into the second one. >Not even a minute later and you hear moaning and screaming. >Why did you major in film? You thought you'd do nice, sensible nature documentaries, not this crass shit. >This had better boost your ratings. >>Little League is incredibly submissive towards human Anon, but overpoweringly dominating towards Anonfilly. >It's the dick. >When League gets too bratty or egotistical, Anon has exactly what he needs to knock her down a peg or two; remind her how to be humble every now and then. Anonfilly doesn't have the right equipment, and is even smaller the League, so she can get away with pushing her around and she has to take it. >God forbid League ever find a way to gain power over human Anon, who knows what kind of (possibly lewd) things she would make him do. >League is also probably stronger than her too, given that one of them is a committed athlete and the other is a basement-dwelling slob. >>Tfw you drag anonfilly to the gym and she can't even benchpress 400 pounds >Guess it's time to find a new fuckbuddy. >>League will never playfully push you around and tease you with her rock hard muscles while you're painfully aware of how much stronger she is than you and hope to God she never realizes that fact herself; because you're nearly certain you'll go 'missing' that same day. >Be Anonfilly >Hanging out with your best filly friend forever yay, as she would describe herself, Little League. >Eating some hot chips under the shade of a tall tree >Watching a cloud slowly drift across the sky as a pegasi pushes it. >Like she has for the last half an hour >Getting away from the chaos of Ponyville for a while brought with it a sense of slow comfort. >What a nice day. >”28. 29. 30!” >League is hanging a little above you, her legs hooked around a large branch as she dangles upside down. >Every few seconds, she pulls herself up in an upside-down sit-up. >Just part of her daily work out. >You’d already gone running together (which you’d declined to participate in.) >Did some push ups (which you slept through) >Even played a little baseball, which League loved, but tired you out. >And here you were, eating lunch while she continued. >Where did she get the energy? >Occasionally, drops of sweat would fall onto you, but you didn’t mind much. >”Anon! Anon! Get up, you gotta feel this!” >You glance up at League, blinking as one of those drips hits you in the eye. “Huh?” >”C’mon, dude!” >Lazily, you stand up, pushing yourself onto two legs so that your head is level with her chest. >”Feel my chest! I think I’m getting a six pack!” >Her hoof rubs against her midsection, the wet fur sticking to her skin as she moves. >Unimpressed, you lift your own hoof up and give her a little push. >Holy shit! >It’s like fucking iron, what the fuck? >Did someone implant a fucking stone boulder into your friend’s chest? >’Think I’m getting a six pack,’ you can clearly trace the outline of her abs even with your eyes closed. >She suppresses a giggle as you run your hoof between the lines. >Have her muscles just been hidden under her coat this whole time? >”Are you okay, Anon? Is it coming in?” >You swallow loudly as you banish the awestruck look from your face. >You give her a couple strong taps, but it’s like hitting your hoof against a brick wall. “Ye…yeah. I think it is,” is all you can stutter out. >”Sweet! Just you wait, I’m gonna be as strong as you one day. Then I can decide when we hang out and stuff! Which’ll be ALL THE TIME!” >Spurred on by your encouragement, League begins her exercise again. >”31. 32. 33.” >Slightly uncomfortable, you sit back down under her and pick up a chip. >Should…should you go on a diet? Like, a protein one? >After a few minutes, League drops down next to you. >”Okay, your turn now.” “What?” >She pokes you in the stomach. >”I wanna feel your six pack now.” >A flash of panic runs through you. “Ac…actually, you know what, how about we do something else?” >You try to move away, but League grabs your leg, pinning you in place. >With little effort, she crawls on top of you, standing above like a tower. >”Aw, please?” >You couldn’t stop her hoof if you’d tried, as she pushes it into your fur. >Your body offers no resistance as she keeps pushing, until you let out a squeak of pain.
>>274524 >League freezes. >”Anon, you’re…” >She pokes you again. >”You’re so squishy!” >She laughs as she pokes you again, and you feel a red blush spread across your face. >You try to push her off, but you can’t. >It’s like trying to move a statue. >Watching your efforts, League thinks for a moment (admittedly, not her strongest skill,) before lowering herself down on top of you. >Her face hovers ominously above you as she presses her body down harder. >She breaks into a gigantic smile as she lets you support her entire body weight. >She’s surprisingly light, but hard. Rigid. >”I guess you just have a nice layer of fat over all your muscles, huh?” “What?” >”Because you’re stronger than me, right? But I couldn’t feel your muscles AT ALL!” >She takes a deep breath and rubs herself against your body. >”It’s like you didn’t even have any, Anon. But that’s crazy.” >She leans in and rubs her cheek against yours. >”Can you imagine if I actually had better abs than you? How embarrassing that would be? Or how pathetic it would be for you? To be bested by a little girl?” “Haha, yeah, that would be…something.” >”So even if you feel like a marshmallow, I bet you could just pick me up and carry me away if you wanted.” >Closing her eyes, League just rests her tired muscles for a while, soaking in the sensation of your breathing. >”There’s no way a little filly like me could actually beat someone as strong and cool as you. You could do anything you wanted with me~.” >You let out a nervous laugh. >”But that doesn’t mean that I’m gonna stop trying!” >She gets up, leaving a wet stain across your entire body from her post-workout sweat. >”One day, I’m gonna carry you away instead!” >Rolling onto your stomach and rising back to your hooves, you trot over to her. >She gives you a light, playful punch as you get closer. >”C’mon, last one to the bottom of the hill’s a rotten egg!” >With that, she darts off, leaving you behind. >When you’re sure she’s out of earshot, you let out a shout of pain and rub your side. >Before limping after her. https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/35357357
>be you >filly, go by the name of Nonny, formerly Anon >you used to be a human living an average life >now you're a cute little filly >long ass story, you don't have time to go into it right now >no, right now you've got bigger fish to fry >you look at your hooves >you're not even sure you actually could fry a fish in this body >your tummy grumbles at the thought of fish >"tummy?" you think >no >you bang your head deliberately against the wooden floor of the box >no >it's called a stomach >gut >crap factory >you haven't said "tummy" since you were a little kid >Jesus, you're even starting to think like a little filly now >your legs are cramping >you scramble around to try to find a better position >but there's barely enough room to move in here >the roof of the box is just low enough that you can't stand up >the walls of the box are just tight enough that you can't spread your legs out >so you're stuck in a permanent crouching position that is extremely uncomfortable in this dumb horse body >not that you'd be any more comfortable in your old body, you think >your mane is damp with perspiration >your entire body is sweating >you try to swish your tail around but that barely works in here either >Jesus, it's so hot >and the stench of your own body odor is disgusting to breathe >you yell in frustration and kick your hooves feebly against the wooden walls >you bang your head against the wooden roof >all it does is make you tired and out of breath >you know that nopony can hear you >noBODY can hear you >you bang your head again >you're not a filly >stop talking like one >you know that noBODY can hear you out there >Purple put some kind of enchantment on the box >you can scream as loud as you want in here, you can't be heard from the outside >you start to hyperventilate again >Jesus, get control of yourself >you don't want to go through that hell again >calm down >whatever else happens, you won't run out of air >so relax >that's part of Purple's spell, too >the air is stifling >hot >it smells like filly B.O. >but you'll never run out of it >Purple made sure of that >you'll always have just enough air in here to breathe >so relax >you manage to calm yourself down and avert another panic attack >as you concentrate on slowing down your breathing, you hear a knocking on a door outside >hoofsteps are slowly approaching from somewhere behind you >you tense up, hoping against hope that someone is coming to let you out >maybe Equestrian child protective services finally got wind of what Purple's been up to >that's probably a bridge too far >but you'd take anyone at this point >even Purple >anything to get out of this horrible, horrible box >but you don't try to make a noise >you know it's useless >that's the other part of the spell >no one can hear you no matter how much noise you make in here >but you can hear everything outside the box as plain as day >the knocking continues >the hoofsteps move past the box and stop, and a moment later you hear the door to the castle creak open "Oh, hi there you three." >Purple's voice >"you three," she said >it's probably the Crusaders >your heart lifts >yeah, you haven't been to school in... >in... >you have no idea how long you've been in here >but it feels like it's been an eternity >your classmates are bound to come looking for you "Hi, Twilight." >you recognize Apple Bloom's voice "We were wonderin' if Nonny was feelin' any better yet." "Yeah, she hasn't been at school for two weeks!" >that sounds like Scootaloo "We're all getting really worried about her." >Jesus >two weeks? >is that seriously how long she's had you in here? "Yeah, Nonny's still a little under the weather." >Purple's voice again "Listen, girls..." >Purple clears her throat >she's got that mock-concern in her voice, the tone you hate >you can feel your blood boil >how did this sociopath ever get to be the Princess of Friendship? >how can they all fall for her act like this? "There's something I need to tell you about Nonny." >your heart skips a beat >oh no >what is she planning this time "Well, the thing is," Purple continues, "Nonny is...probably not coming back to school." >your heart sinks "Oh no!" >that's Sweetie Belle "Is she really that sick?" >Apple Boom sounds like she's really worried about you >you can feel tears beginning to well up in your eyes "Oh, no, no. It's nothing like that, girls, she's actually doing much better now." >your jaw clenches >you lying cunt, Purple "The thing is..." >Purple sighs heavily >that mock concern is back in her voice >you begin to grind your teeth together "The thing is, Nonny just doesn't like the Ponyville school all that much. She says she doesn't want to go back, so when she recovers she's going to be going off to a private academy in Canterlot." "WHAT?" "Oh no!" >your heart begins to crack in two at the hurt in Scoot's and Sweetie Belle's voices "How come?" >Apple Bloom again "Is there somethin' we did wrong?" "Yeah," chimes in Scootaloo, "Nonny was a little bit weird sometimes, but everypony liked her. We all tried really hard to help her fit in!" "Did she really hate our school that much?" asks Sweetie Belle >Purple sighs "Listen girls." >that mock concern in her voice is making your blood boil "Sometimes, friendships just don't work out. I'm sure you did everything you could for her, but...well...it's like you said. She can be a little weird sometimes. She says--" >Purple cuts off, like she had started to say something she hadn't meant to say "What did she say?" asks Scoot. "Yeah, if there's somethin' we can do to make things better at school for her, just tell us and we'll try our best!" says Apple Bloom >Purple sighs heavily "Girls, she said..." >she sighs again "She said she hopes she can make better friends at her new school." >dead silence at that >it endures horribly >bitter tears stream down your face >it isn't fair >it isn't fucking fair
>>274530 >why does she do this to you? >why does she hate you so much? "Oh." >the bitterness and pain in that one word uttered by Scootaloo jabs into your chest like a knife >silence again "IT ISN'T TRUE!!!" >you scream it at the top of your lungs >you know they can't hear you, but you scream it anyway "I DIDN'T SAY THAT!!!!" >Purple clears her throat "I'm sorry girls. Did you want to come upstairs and say goodbye to her at least? She's still a little contagious, but if you kept your distance it would probably be fine." >there is another uncomfortable pause "N-no," says Sweetie Belle finally. "We should probably just go. If she's still sick we don't want to bother her." >you can no longer hold your neck upright >your head collapses against the wooden floor of the box with a soft thump "Um, could you just please give her this, though?" says Apple Bloom >there's a soft rustling of paper "We all made her this 'get well soon' card. Just give it to her and tell her we're sorry. We hope she does better at her new school." >you hear the clip-clop of tiny, dejected hooves trotting off down the driveway >the front door creaks shut >you can hear Purples hoofsteps echoing against the crystal walls of the big, lonely entrance hall >something makes a soft whooshing noise >there's a sizzling and a crackling sound, like burning paper >she threw your get well card on the fire >it doesn't surprise you, but it hurts worse than anything else >the hoofsteps start to echo again, but they stop just as Purple draws near to the little table she keeps the box on "I know you're probably pretty mad at me right now, Nonny." >your teeth grind angrily at the sound of her voice >if you had your old human body you would pounce on her >punch her stupid unicorn face >tear her ugly wings off >but you can't do anything >even in your weak, little filly body you can't do anything >the box holds you in place >cramped, sweating and alone "You can be mad if you want. But one day, you'll come to see that this was all for the best." >the hoofsteps take a few more steps, and then pause again "I still don't think you've learned your lesson yet, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you in there for a few more days. At least until you calm down a little. I can feel your anger, you know." >she giggles, and it sends a chill up your spine "It's part of the spell. Isn't it clever? I can read your emotions every time I walk past the box. Pieces of your thoughts, too. What is it you want to do to me? 'Rip my ugly wings off?'" >she giggles again "Oh, Nonny. What am I going to do with you?" >she begins trotting lightly down the hall "Yes," she says, her voice fading slowly away. "One day, you'll see it's all for the best. You don't need friends like them. You just need me." "Just Mommy."
>>274524 >>274525 Give a filly a D and she's fucked for a day. Give a filly a filly and she can fuck her for a life time. Roughly an hour >>274531 >>274544 You know I wonder what would happen if Anon turned back into a human. During the grim shit, the happy times, the heart aching moments, or for comedic effect.
>>274531 >you scream it at the top of your lungs >you know they can't hear you, but you scream it anyway "I DIDN'T SAY THAT!!!!" >Your voicebox is raw >Purple clears her throat "I'm sorry girls. Did you want to come upstairs and say goodbye to her at least? She's still a little contagious, but if you kept your distance it would probably be fine." "No, please. Don't take them away." >there is another uncomfortable pause "N-no," says Sweetie Belle finally. "We should probably just go. If she's still sick we don't want to bother her." >Your heart is pounding >you can no longer hold your neck upright >your head collapses against the wooden floor of the box with a soft thump >Your noggin feels like it will snap >Everything is feeling so small, and cramped "Um, could you just please give her this, though?" says Apple Bloom >Your skin feels too tight >there's a soft rustling of paper "We all made her this 'get well soon' card. Just-" >pic related "-give it to her-" "TWILIGHT'S A LYING CUNT!" >That's what you want to say >you remember your thoughts in the box >if you had your old human body you would pounce on her >punch her stupid unicorn face >tear her ugly wings off >ponies even knew who you were before your transformation >a beloved part of the community >so you've heard as a filly >"-and tell..." >You see the three fillies watch your grotesque transformation >Twilight is smugly unconcerned >She is just close enough to get the jump on her >So that's what you do >She spins around at that thought >"Wha-" Twilight tries to question >Grabbing her horn, and slamming her to the ground you feel the sizzling energies try to become real, instead it's shocking your hand >Everypony is rooted into disbelief >"What the Tartarus is going on!" you hear Scootaloo exclaim "Get everypony you can, girls." >"Sure thing Anon." >And leave yourself alone with a purple cunt? >If she gets the upper hand that's it no one will know the truth >you'll be a filly forever >ywn get to live in Ponyville "Actually I need someone to help me drag her outside. Then, tell everypony." >It's hard and grueling >You explain what happened >it's heart breaking to watch someone they trusted turn out to be a monster >The hand on her horn is feeling numb >dragging and pulling >she gets more erratic and violent the closer she is to the door >FREEDOM! >The sun feels so nice on your skin >Fully outside >All the ponies watch in awe as you drag Twilight further away from the abode. "Listen everypony!" >Twilight is a powerful alicorn in her own right >but you have something she didn't have >friends >friends with everybody >Doing so telling them all what she has done >You see Spike writing something to the princess >You realize that you can't feel your hand that gripped her horn >It's a fucking hoof >You start to shrink >powerless >Suddenly her crazed grin is all you can see >no that's not exactly right >on the edges of your vision you see everypony "Help me."
>>274544 I'm sorry that the thread built on abuse green writing doesn't meet your reddit standards of 100 wholesome everyone liked, Nigel. Fuck off. >>274550 I didn't even write this one, just brought it here for your reading pleasure~
>>274567 Come to think of it, I remember a guy a while back who had his own flag. Maybe I should get my own custom flag, if everyone's going to cry "Nigel" at the sight of a brit saying something they don't like. How about a flag that's like the Union Jack, but with a black background instead of a blue one, and a big blueish-white diamond, like a Chaos Emerald straight out of Sonic The Hedgehog, is in the center?
>Twilight gets a kirin to babysit Anonfilly to try and help Equestria's inclusivity to others races >Even though she knows Anon doesn't need one, but being now a filly makes for a good excuse to try that >Anonfilly immediately starts to try and see how far she can push before the kirin burns the crystal tree down
>>274575 Thanks mate! If we as a culture shy away from scary stories and dark stories, it makes us little bitches. If every piece of media was as "comfy" as Senko-San or early FIM, they wouldn't be special.
Last 3 months had mental issues, read ambiguously dark fanfiction, caused internal conflict due to ambiguity, was just so to be effectively a cognitohazard to me. The ambiguity allowed it to penetrate mental shields, shields now broken, brain treating fiction as real, as I read more dark fictions my condition worsened. I am now really weak to dark stuff of this nature. Only just realised what had happened today. I literally made my self insane by reading a fanfiction.
>Twilight gets a kirin to babysit Anonfilly to try and help Equestria's inclusivity to others races >Even though she knows Anon doesn't need one, but being now a filly makes for a good excuse to try that >Anonfilly immediately starts to try and see how far she can push before the kirin burns the crystal tree down
>Be Filly Judge. >The court hearing for Swift. >She's being charged for unlawful abuse of power after putting a filly in timeout after them leaving magnificent art on her wall. >The court is full of rowdy fillies as Swift stands in cuffs you all definitely didn't steal from the barracks. >You slam your hammer down a few times. "Order! Order!" >You command making everypony go quiet. >Swift stands clearly aggravated by all of this. >You'll show her for disrespecting your court! "BALIFF! Smack her teats!" >Her eyes go wide as four cop fillies pull her to the front. >"Rrgh! No! Who do you think you are!? You can't do this to me!" >The baliff swings back with a belt and starts cracking it on her teats. >"AAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAH!" She screams out as she falls on the floor. >The door to definitely not the castle cafeteria swings open to reveal a guard mare. >"What's going on in here!?" She yells in shock. "Bail! Bail!" >You yell as all the fillies rush past her and out the door. >In the panic she didn't catch one of you. >"Bucking clone fillies!" Swift yells as she holds her teats.
>>274584 I'm now fascinated as a case study. As a quack filly mental practitioner with no qualifications I'm prescribing these readings: Humanity Fuck Yeah stories, character growth stories, competent hero stories (can be cross over or whatever), and villainous pov or evil overlord type stories. Even overpowered wish fulfillment drivel. It didn't have to be pony, it does have to build you up. If you do happen to read a dark fiction explore how you would over come that, you will over come it even if it means cheating. Especially if it means cheating, you will win and overcome by any means. (Making them act stupidly, gaining powers, knowing something you shouldn't know, doing things beyond what is possible.) How would you change things. You can rewrite what is going on in your own mind. Oh and check out the uber threads. Building yourself up mentally, and physically is the goal.
>Be Anon >You've just questioned Twilight on how you were made >And she came with the usual birds and the bees >Thing is, you've seen photos of yourself before >You and her in a balloon ride, in a place you've never been before >She helping you build a Rollercart for the school race >A race that's supposed to happen months from now >And even a photo with you and her out in an extremelly outdated ice cream shop >That kind of shop with hay covered buildings, ones that hasn't been made since hundreds of years in the past >Well, Twilight is an alicorn, maybe she could have been there, but you... >There's no way you were alive back then >When asked about the photos she always just shrugs it aside >But seeing a perfect replica of you in those always sends a shiver up your spine >Along with the doubt of your own existance >Those fillies are too much like yourself, down to the cutie mark >And ever since you started asking, purple has been going more and more down to her lab >That rose some red flags, starting to doubt her answers to you >So, with your curiosity peaking, you decide to follow her one day >You wait her to open the door to gently hold a hoof to hold it >What seems to be a normal door feels heavier than anything you ever tried to move >Luckily you managed to simply slip inside as it was still open enough for you >So much for waiting for her to go in deeper for safety >You have no idea what she may do with you if she finds out >But with a heavy thud, you know you have no other choice now but head onwards >You slide along the cold crystal walls, trying to stay out of her eyesight >Easier said than done, with how big these horse eyes are >But surprisingly Twilight didn't notice you tailing her >Too bad your luck had just ran out just then >With a flash of her horn, the walls levitate away >Blood red fluids with weird creatures can be seen inside >Not that weird looking actually, some almost look like foals >But worse of all, behind of you, on place you were hiding, was a shiny blue wall >So shiny it pulled your attention to it >And no doubt, Twilight's attention to you >But you can't help but stare
>Inside of it....there was another....you... >You can't quite process what's happening as an unmmensurable force immediatelly pins you to the ground >"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" >You try to scream how you can't breath, but air was the first thing that was forced out from the impact >You think your face must be trying to emulate Twilight's colour, as darkness seeps on the edges of your vision >Finally the force relents a bit, and you feel relief from the cool air reaching your lungs >"YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE ANON, JUST...GAH" >You're still pinned, but the force is now gentle enough that you're free to look around >"What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do..." "Twilight?" >"SHUT UP" >You recoil, never having the Royal Canterlot Voice used on you before >"Every time, soon or later, you find your way down here, why, why can't we just live in peace Anon? Why?" "But I never been down here before" >You can almost feel Twilight's resolve crumbling as she starts shaking >For some reason you start fearing for your life >Looking back at the shining water, you watch the filly float up and down gently >And when you look at twilight once more she's talking to a magical...thing >"...found out again. Subject 126 somehow got through the door and for the name of science the experiment shall be restarted again." "E-experiment?" >"Sorry Anon, hopefully your next clone is not as nosy as you" >You try to run up the door, only to find it sealed shut >You remember how heavy it was before and try to pull it again and again >And again >Twilight's shadow rises from the stairs, coming from the shiny blue vat >And again >Turning around, you see her climbing the last step "No, Twilight, I'm sorry, I'll never come down here again please, mom no!" >You know she wasn't really your mom, but in the panic it just came out >And as soon you said it, the world went black
>You wake up with a gasp >It's already dark, and you're on your bed >You look at your hooves, hoping to see hands after the nightmare >No such luck, but cold sweat still trickles through your fur >You decide to get up, get some air and walk a bit to calm down >The castle is big enough that you don't need to go outside >But mindlessly wandering about, you come by the same door as in the dream >The one door you had never dared to go in before >Twilight's science lab... >You gently extend a hoof to touch it >Only for the door to open fully in a single sweep >Turning around to run, you trip on your tail and fall on your ass >You are not given a second chance, as a purple aura holds your tail down >Dense smoke can be seen behind the door, dense enough so only a light blue shine can be seen >Along with the sillouette of a mare walking towards you >Slowly, her purple face comes forth with a big grin >"Heere's Twilight~" "AAAAAAAAAAAH" >Her face quickly turns into one of concern as you scratch the ground trying to get away >Still holding your tail, she gently tugs you towards herself before hugging you >"Shh, shh, it's alright I was just kidding, you know, that movie you always talk about before and all? Calm down, I'm here" >You remain shaking in fear, as she gently embraces you >"Tell me, what happened?" >You proceed to tell her everything >The morning, the questions, the whole dream >It seemed so real, you felt like she was going to kill you >Like she had actually killed you >You cry in her arms as she folds you under her wings >She doesn't say a word, but its not like she needs to >Twilight is the princess of friendship, she'd never do that >It didn't take long for you to pass out asleep under her comforting embrace
>"Twilight's journal, entry 1487:" >"Clone subject 126 still has memories of the event and even seemed drawn to the lab room." >"I'm still unsure if her calling me mom was a note of success or an attempt to save her own life, as every Anon had their own means of induction." >"Hopefully me giving this one a second chance doesn't bite me in the ass, as she seems to think this was merelly a nightmare" >"But I'm putting a lesson in her agenda about toiling back her curiosity just to be sure" >"Hopefully another clone doesn't go to waste early after learning the truth"
>>274611 "No, no, this isn't working." >"What are you talking about, 'Non? This is great!" "How? There's nothing there. Just- just stop." >"Just let me... finish this... up..." "Scoots, it's not-" >"AAAAAHN~" >You sigh handily. At least one of you had fun. >You have got to make some colt friends.
I'm not a regular contributor to these threads, but I did some spontaneous writefagging on /mlp/ the other day, and one of the greens I came up was an Anonfilly story. I thought it was good and it got some good responses, so I thought I'd repost it here and see what you guys think of it.
>be you >filly, go by the name of Nonny, formerly Anon >you used to be a human living an average life >now you're a cute little filly >long ass story, you don't have time to go into it right now >no, right now you've got bigger fish to fry >you look at your hooves >you're not even sure you actually could fry a fish in this body >your tummy grumbles at the thought of fish >"tummy?" you think >no >you bang your head deliberately against the wooden floor of the box >no >it's called a stomach >gut >crap factory >you haven't said "tummy" since you were a little kid >Jesus, you're even starting to think like a little filly now >your legs are cramping >you scramble around to try to find a better position >but there's barely enough room to move in here >the roof of the box is just low enough that you can't stand up >the walls of the box are just tight enough that you can't spread your legs out >so you're stuck in a permanent crouching position that is extremely uncomfortable in this dumb horse body >not that you'd be any more comfortable in your old body, you think >your mane is damp with perspiration >your entire body is sweating >you try to swish your tail around but that barely works in here either >Jesus, it's so hot >and the stench of your own body odor is disgusting to breathe >you yell in frustration and kick your hooves feebly against the wooden walls >you bang your head against the wooden roof >all it does is make you tired and out of breath >you know that nopony can hear you >noBODY can hear you >you bang your head again >you're not a filly >stop talking like one >you know that noBODY can hear you out there >Purple put some kind of enchantment on the box >you can scream as loud as you want in here, you can't be heard from the outside >you start to hyperventilate again >Jesus, get control of yourself >you don't want to go through that hell again >calm down >whatever else happens, you won't run out of air >so relax >that's part of Purple's spell, too >the air is stifling >hot >it smells like filly B.O. >but you'll never run out of it >Purple made sure of that >you'll always have just enough air in here to breathe >so relax >you manage to calm yourself down and avert another panic attack >as you concentrate on slowing down your breathing, you hear a knocking on a door outside >hoofsteps are slowly approaching from somewhere behind you >you tense up, hoping against hope that someone is coming to let you out >maybe Equestrian child protective services finally got wind of what Purple's been up to >that's probably a bridge too far >but you'd take anyone at this point >even Purple >anything to get out of this horrible, horrible box >but you don't try to make a noise >you know it's useless >that's the other part of the spell >no one can hear you no matter how much noise you make in here >but you can hear everything outside the box as plain as day >the knocking continues >the hoofsteps move past the box and stop, and a moment later you hear the door to the castle creak open "Oh, hi there you three." >Purple's voice >"you three," she said >it's probably the Crusaders >your heart lifts >yeah, you haven't been to school in... >in... >you have no idea how long you've been in here >but it feels like it's been an eternity >your classmates are bound to come looking for you "Hi, Twilight." >you recognize Apple Bloom's voice "We were wonderin' if Nonny was feelin' any better yet." "Yeah, she hasn't been at school for two weeks!" >that sounds like Scootaloo "We're all getting really worried about her." >Jesus >two weeks? >is that seriously how long she's had you in here? "Yeah, Nonny's still a little under the weather." >Purple's voice again "Listen, girls..." >Purple clears her throat >she's got that mock-concern in her voice, the tone you hate >you can feel your blood boil >how did this sociopath ever get to be the Princess of Friendship? >how can they all fall for her act like this? "There's something I need to tell you about Nonny." >your heart skips a beat >oh no >what is she planning this time "Well, the thing is," Purple continues, "Nonny is...probably not coming back to school." >your heart sinks "Oh no!" >that's Sweetie Belle "Is she really that sick?" >Apple Boom sounds like she's really worried about you >you can feel tears beginning to well up in your eyes "Oh, no, no. It's nothing like that, girls, she's actually doing much better now." >your jaw clenches >you lying cunt, Purple "The thing is..." >Purple sighs heavily >that mock concern is back in her voice >you begin to grind your teeth together "The thing is, Nonny just doesn't like the Ponyville school all that much. She says she doesn't want to go back, so when she recovers she's going to be going off to a private academy in Canterlot." "WHAT?" "Oh no!" >your heart begins to crack in two at the hurt in Scoot's and Sweetie Belle's voices "How come?" >Apple Bloom again "Is there somethin' we did wrong?" "Yeah," chimes in Scootaloo, "Nonny was a little bit weird sometimes, but everypony liked her. We all tried really hard to help her fit in!" "Did she really hate our school that much?" asks Sweetie Belle >Purple sighs "Listen girls." >that mock concern in her voice is making your blood boil "Sometimes, friendships just don't work out. I'm sure you did everything you could for her, but...well...it's like you said. She can be a little weird sometimes. She says--" >Purple cuts off, like she had started to say something she hadn't meant to say "What did she say?" asks Scoot. "Yeah, if there's somethin' we can do to make things better at school for her, just tell us and we'll try our best!" says Apple Bloom >Purple sighs heavily "Girls, she said..." >she sighs again "She said she hopes she can make better friends at her new school."
>>274664 >dead silence at that >it endures horribly >bitter tears stream down your face >it isn't fair >it isn't fucking fair >why does she do this to you? >why does she hate you so much? "Oh." >the bitterness and pain in that one word uttered by Scootaloo jabs into your chest like a knife >silence again "IT ISN'T TRUE!!!" >you scream it at the top of your lungs >you know they can't hear you, but you scream it anyway "I DIDN'T SAY THAT!!!!" >Purple clears her throat "I'm sorry girls. Did you want to come upstairs and say goodbye to her at least? She's still a little contagious, but if you kept your distance it would probably be fine." >there is another uncomfortable pause "N-no," says Sweetie Belle finally. "We should probably just go. If she's still sick we don't want to bother her." >you can no longer hold your neck upright >your head collapses against the wooden floor of the box with a soft thump "Um, could you just please give her this, though?" says Apple Bloom >there's a soft rustling of paper "We all made her this 'get well soon' card. Just give it to her and tell her we're sorry. We hope she does better at her new school." >you hear the clip-clop of tiny, dejected hooves trotting off down the driveway >the front door creaks shut >you can hear Purples hoofsteps echoing against the crystal walls of the big, lonely entrance hall >something makes a soft whooshing noise >there's a sizzling and a crackling sound, like burning paper >she threw your get well card on the fire >it doesn't surprise you, but it hurts worse than anything else >the hoofsteps start to echo again, but they stop just as Purple draws near to the little table she keeps the box on "I know you're probably pretty mad at me right now, Nonny." >your teeth grind angrily at the sound of her voice >if you had your old human body you would pounce on her >punch her stupid unicorn face >tear her ugly wings off >but you can't do anything >even in your weak, little filly body you can't do anything >the box holds you in place >cramped, sweating and alone "You can be mad if you want. But one day, you'll come to see that this was all for the best." >the hoofsteps take a few more steps, and then pause again "I still don't think you've learned your lesson yet, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you in there for a few more days. At least until you calm down a little. I can feel your anger, you know." >she giggles, and it sends a chill up your spine "It's part of the spell. Isn't it clever? I can read your emotions every time I walk past the box. Pieces of your thoughts, too. What is it you want to do to me? 'Rip my ugly wings off?'" >she giggles again "Oh, Nonny. What am I going to do with you?" >she begins trotting lightly down the hall "Yes," she says, her voice fading slowly away. "One day, you'll see it's all for the best. You don't need friends like them. You just need me." "Just Mommy."
>>274666 lol I was actually faintly curious if that was someone from here that made the request. I don't mind terribly if people repost my work, so long as they don't try to pass it off as something they wrote themselves. If you were just posting it so the thread could read it I have no problem with that.
>>274742 Aw yeah! Filly time! >It's time to go home with the fillies as mama Purple fends off the faggots from the faggots. Bad news bears the wave of faggots aren't stopping, and Twilight is getting tired. She slept on the wrong side of the bed. You and your fellow fillies are fucked by feral wooden faggots if nobody escapes. Plans and actions are based on a 1d100 The points mean nothing, and the rolls don't matter. This is a collaborative writing prompt. So have fun, and try not to be swarmed by wooden wolves. You have 48 hours. Choose your role. 1 frontlines to combat the faggot menace 2 backlines to cover everyone's plot 3 support to ensure the faggots become faggots by supplying them with faggots 4 V.I.P. whatever happens you have to survive 5 commander boss faggots around to turn faggots into faggots 6 faggot? For whatever reason your goal is to ensure the success of the timberwolves
Roll for the role 1d6 Roll for HP (how many owies you can take) more accurately how many unsuccessful/partial successful moves you can do before becoming practically deadweight 3d2 Roll for energy How many actions you can take before being exhausted 2d3 Roll for Timberwolf reinforcements 1d3 if you are teamed with timber wolves double the number. Roll for Twilight's encouragement 1d3 if you are teamed with timber wolves half this number
Starting Timberwolves number [6d3 = 12] Starting Twlight's energy [5d3 = 12] >"I should have slept like a normal pony, but no." >Twilight is straining >"Really, please do something. Get help?"
Example Sheet: Background Anon (shrugs no one really nows where this one came from) Role [1d6 = 1] Hp [3d2 = 4] Energy [2d3 = 4] Wolves [1d3 = 2] Twilight [1d3 = 1]
>>274753 Wannabe Unicorn Anon (She's actually an earth filly, but don't tell no one) Role [1d6 = 5] HP [3d2 = 4] Energy [2d3 = 4] Wolves [1d3 = 3] Twiggles [1d3 = 2] "It's okay! I'm here to help with my totally real not fake super powerful magic!"
>Filly looks one way and the other >Seeing no other filly, she takes out the Yotsuba figurine she was hiding in her fluff >Putting it on a table, she takes the borrowed candles and set them beside it "Finally back to the place you belon-" >"Hey filly what are you- wait, is that an altar?" >[muffled reeing of self-denial]
>>274824 >>274828 >Filly is dragged out into a darkened room filled with candles, in front of The Filly Council >The oldest (by twelve seconds, of course) of the Council speaks first >”You have been charged with high crimes of weebery, what say you in your defense?” “It’s not mine?” >The second oldest of the Council speaks >”Lies are unbecoming. Tell the truth! You made a Yotsuba altar!” “REEEEEEE YOU CAN’T PROVE ANYTHING!” >The youngest of the Council speaks next >”Dude, I was the one that found you, own up to it” >The second-youngest gives a glare, then screams at the top of her tiny lungs >”WEEB FILLY REPENT!” >Suddenly, the lights flick on >”What’s going on down here?” >”IT’S PURPLE, SCRAM!”
>Be Nightmare Moon. >You just got rid of your sister after your return. >Of course, you had no idea she had a foal, your sister never seemed like the kind of mare to settle down. >Apparently she met some alien, still need to find him... >You only found out after you found maids panicking while trying to take care of the young princess. >Of course they were trying to hide the young one from you, their loyalty to your sister was deep. >You could at least respect that, although it still earned the dungeon time. >The foal of course, you had taken, she would be raised as your own, you hated your sister, not her foal. >Nonny was her name, and Nonny would be raised to think of you as her mother, a little salt in your sister's wound when she gets back. >Perhaps she'll think twice before trying something. >You smile as you hold YOUR foal and tickle her belly with a wing. >A small part of you does feel guilty for separating the two, but it is silenced. >This is your foal after all.
Prompt I borrowed in part and built on. Feel free to use it or leave it. >Cheerilee/Twimom forces fillies into doing the talent show >None of them really have any Equestria-compatible talents beyond being autistic assholes >Band together to sabotage the show before it happens since they're being graded on it
>>274928 ”Why is the stage wet? Anyway, watch how hard I can pee-“ >”That’s quite enough Anon, this is the fourth-“ >[filly pissing sounds] >“Twilight, this was a terrible idea.” >”I’m going to punish them all later for this shit.”
>>274945 >Day 3 after the talent show experiment >They were supposed to show the differences between them, you know they're there >Instead you got a first hoof experience of their unparalleled sabotage >But they were right, some of them could pee pretty hard >They know you can't get rid of them, nor can you overpower them and get away with it >There's simply too many, at least one would get away >Now they're outside, swarming like angry wasps >Except they're not angry, only eager >For what, you're unsure >"Twilight, I think we should go out to them. I'm getting hungry and holding this door's making us both tired." >Spike is right >You don't want him to be right >"We can wait longer than you can, Twilight!" >"Come outside with us!" >Holding out may not be possible for much longer...
>Be Nonny. >You had a bad day. >Other fillies started calling you princess prissy after you cleaned your mane from a bunch of mud. >"Hey bud, what's wrong?" Anon your dad ask from the couch. "Nothing." >You say plopping down on the other side. >"Don't want to talk about it huh?" "Nah..." >You just lay there for a bit until dad moves to the middle of the couch and pats his lap. >"C'mer kiddo." >You flop over to lay your head in his lap. "I don't see how-" >Dads hand starts scratching your back, it feels great. >You feel your body start relaxing as you lay down completely. >"Feeling better bud?" He ask. "Mhmm." >You groan in a trance. >You're only slightly shook from it as you notice mom trot in and lay on his other leg. >"Share the love kid." She says jokingly as dad starts scratching her back too. "Mmm, you have no idea how much I needed this after today love, it's been rough." >"That bad huh?" >She looks up a slight bit. >"Worse." She looks at you. "Hey Nonny, you wanna stay with aunt Cadence for the weekend." "Yeah, sounds good~" >You say idlely as you lay. >Mom gets a weird grin looking at dad.
>>274753 >>274901 Time for an introduction of the foe(s) you will be facing. The faggot of Timberwolves. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NZDwZbyDus "Bark! Grrr, howl!" >Hunting 's a good job mate. >It's challenging work >out'ah doors >I'll guarentee you'll not go hungy >Cause at the end of the day >Long as there's two sticks in a forest >sticks are gonna become faggots
>protecting the woods from some colorful creatures
"Grrr, huff Bark! Growl, huff, snrt bwark! Howl!" >I'll be honest my parents do not care for it <Picture of two trees zooms into view "Wheeze." >"AHHH! ITS A FAGGOT!" "Bark, huff huff."
>Shows waiting and then >ambushing prey >Feelin's?! Look mate. >You know who has alot of feelin's blokes who roll over into a fire 'cause it'll increase damage. >Professionals have standards >Be polite >Be efficient >Have a plan to kill everything you meet
>A timberwolf is huffing at two green fillies. >>274756 "Bawrk." >>274774 "Huff." >>274785 >The pay 's good. >Can't argue with a sales pitch like that either.
"Bark bark howl!" >Rolling for reinforcements [2d6 = 6] >Rolling for them being lost, destroyed, or something else going wrong [3d4 = 8]
So, I think I fucked up on the OccultFacade story. It was to be a stream of consciousness writing, about some physiological functionings, and magic. Some fun posting adventure. Unfortunately I began to diverge from the character. Retconning everything is problematic. Trying to pack character development even a false one over months isn't going to work. That isn't to say I'm giving up. Just that this is still in the works. I'll be wrapping up the main storyline, and hopefully doing what is necessary to have this be finished. If a bit hurried ending.
>>275074 Fuck, I should get caught up then. I really appreciate the work you've done to keep this thread alive. Even though your writing for that story may not have always been the most coherent, I can tell you put a lot of effort into it. In the future yeah, take your time and produce some slightly less stream-of-consciousness stuff, but really you deserve a medal faggot.
>You're coming home from school >Annoyed at the absolute waste of time purple's been forcing you to do >You're a grown dude, you don't need to learn basic maths and how to add and subtract for the upteeth time >You can't wait to kick down the front door and walk the dinossaur with the faggots >You have a few pranks in mind that you're sure everyone will have a blast >Talking about the door, there are some huge steps imprinted in the dirt below the stairs >You could probably fit inside some of them if you wanted >You don't think you ever saw any creature that could make anything like those >But knowing ponyville, it should be just another friendship problem, done in about 30 minutes from now >Cautiously you climb the stairs to approach the castle doors >The mane 6 must be bursting out of there any time now >Any time now... >Knowing your luck, they should have came out by now already >You reach the door, but all you hear is some chit chatter from the inside >Zone is clear, time to start the master plan >You kick the door open and stroll inside, head held up and eyes closed for effect >"I'm back fuckers! Who wants to raid Twiggy's-" >You hit a soft wall, immediately shutting you up as you fall on your butt >You rub your snootle as you open your eye to see what you hit >Imediatelly you shake you head, this can't be right >But as your eyes trace it up, you slowly convince yourself that this is, in fact, a huge yellow leg <"A-are you alright?" - a stranger voice comes from above >You notice that you may have been staring at her ass right when she said it, your eyes having followed her legs all the way up to the ceiling >You can only hope to have averted your eyes in time to not send the wrong message >Although all you want to do right now is not only look away, but actually run away and outside >Too bad a purple field envelops you right then, bringing you even deeper in >"Don't worry, she's been through worse, trust me" >As much you want to deny, there's a fucking dinosaur in the main corridor >Inside an entrance so tall, yet still needing to lean down to properly fit in >You clamp upon yourself, hoping Twilight will just teleport you two away as she brings you closer to her >"We'll be talking about that "raid" afterwards Anon" - she whispers, before raising her voice back to normal levels - "but for now I want you to meet your new caretaker" >Turning you around, she levitates you so you're face to face with the alligator in the room >"Anon, meet Raptorshy, not to be confused with Fluttershy, and no, they're not related" >"Raptorshy, this is Anonfilly, don't fall for her cuteness, she can be the devil when she wants to" <"Don't worry, I bet we'll be the best of friends in no-" "I don't need no babysitter, I'm a grown man, fuck off! REEEEE....." >And just like that you were put on mute by purple's witchcraft >"See what I was talking about? *sigh* She just blows up for no reason sometimes..." <"Don't worry, I'm certain with a bit of love and care we'll be seeing eye to eye and work her issues in no time" >You flail about, trying to scream about how you don't have any issues while on mute >"Alright, if you say so, then I'll get the everycreature job inclusivity papers for you to sign right away" >She places you right in front of the massive reptile before turning around to move >"Feel free to talk and know each other better in the time" >"And you better behave Anon, remember your tendies" >You can only look back at Twilight as she retreats deeper into the castle >Fuck the tendies, she may as well be throwing you out in the wilds to die >Finally you get up on your hooves, only to freeze again after seeing a shadow coming after you >And on the edge of your eyes you can see Raptorshy's relatively tiny arms reaching for you >And there's no way you can run away in time >She's gonna crush you while Twilight is not watching >Or maybe she wants to grab and eat you whole >Perhaps even- <"Nice to meet you. Boop"
>be the filly with good momfu twilight >know about suffering anonfillies in the multiverse >ask her to cast a spell that will summon an army of annoying invincible artificial fillies around every bad Twilight in the multiverse
>>275016 >>275211 >The pay is not worth this. >Maybe telling the pack about the details about this contract before getting them together would have been a good idea. >Here you are a professional faggot having to defend prey against your own. >This is madness. >It doesn't help that the purple chubby, meaty snack pack heard the commotion and brought along her own faggots. >The two backstabing spys were rescued by the purple magic. >We're down eight good wolves. >At the very least the lazy faggots have been removed. >Hopefully recouping the losses can be done. >Absorbing their magicaly charged remains into yourself worked every time before. [1d8 = 4] >Finally the most competent of the pack is here >"Snarl."
>>275216 >"CELESTIA DAMN IT! WHY CAN'T I RAPE YOU!" "Maybe stop trying to use your micro mare cock?" >Oh damn she be angr-e now. >All smoking hot. "How about this smort stuff. I'll show you how a professional serial sex machine does it first hoof." >"What." "I'm going in dry." >Mmmm spicy.
Back with another update of "It's the Little Things", so the usual recap will be truncated due to the same thread. Hope you all enjoy it and I hope it also generates some excitement for the next part!
>Where we last left off... Scroll up >Let's see what the fuck happens!
>Be the conscious collective of beings known now as 'Astra Biologis' >It is now Saturday, according to your own counting and the clock that now rests on the wall of the room you reside in >That means that there's only nine more hours until you are forced to endure your first day in this town without your buffer >Well, time to get the committee together and see what we can do to accomplish our own objectives in the process >A suggestion comes from one corner of your now fragmented mind, saying that we can use our position to siphon more knowledge of this world from what we have to work with >A second suggestion calls out from another corner with its own idea, mainly to perform reconnaissance on the princess so that we may learn any weaknesses in her defense >Other voices call out, but none with good ideas >Now that the council is over, you have your objectives and you reform your mind back into its normal state >That council passed exactly 10 minutes and 32 seconds >You have much more time to kill >Well, back to counting! >31,768 seconds later, a bright flash illuminates the room you're in and forces you to retreat even further into the corner you're piled into >Once the blinding flash fades, you see that princess standing in your room and looking aroud for you >Best not keep her waiting, lest you suffer another of her 'tests'... "W̵͙̋́ĕ̷͈͌ ̶̮̏a̵͔̋̊r̷͖̈̓e̸̳͓͛ ̷̹̍h̶̩̜͑ẹ̷͗ͅr̵͓̆̚e̶͉̟͑͑,̶̺͘ ̷̡̞͋ǰ̸̧̘ṷ̴̢͆̕s̸͙̘̎t̶̺͛ ̶̾̎ͅa̶̗͋ͅ ̵͕͖̓͑m̸̧̹͂͌ȍ̴̮̗̆m̸̢̖͌̒ẽ̶͎͠n̶͇̄̋t̷̹͛͘ͅ.̵̬̋" >You peel yourself from the wall and begin reforming yourself back into your disguise and reshape your vocal passage to once again use your disguise's voice as the purple pony turns towards you >You see her visibly flinch away at first, noticing your transformation and the noises you're making in the process, before returning to a more normal state >"Doesn't it hurt when you do that?" >You finish reshaping yourself and respond in kind "Does it hurt when you stand up or turn your head?" >"Well, it shouldn't, but I only ask because those were some... colorful noises coming from you." "We cannot do as we please, so we gain our pleasures from the smaller things that we can do. In this instance, making you uncomfortable." >That, and it gets rid of some of the stiffness from lying motionless for hours on end >She doesn't need to know that, though "Now, is it time for us to go with you and do this 'job' you forced us into, or is there something else first?" >"Don't worry, we're just going to the castle. You've already made it abundantly clear how much you'd rather be doing anything else, so I'm not putting anything more on you until you get used to this." >Good, you're not going to want any other bullshit stopping you from progressing your own goals in the background >"Now, if you'll just stand next to me please, I'll teleport us both there to save time." >You stay firmly rooted in your spot >You know what happened the last time you got near her, you aren't trying again >After some time of you not moving and staring between you two, the princess sighs and steps closer to you >Upon seeing this, you move back further >"Look, I'm not going to zap you this time! Just don't try to touch me and you won't get hurt, you can still stand next to me." "And how can we trust you?" >"I'm not sure, Pot, how can you?" >You growl in frustration, begrudgingly moving to the side of the purple pony before she gets angry
>Upon reaching her though, she casts some kind of spell that covers you briefly in a purple aura >Startled by this, you instinctively back up and try to extend part of yourself away, but find that you can't! "Ẁ̶̨͉̎h̴͇͒a̶͍̒t̶͆͜ ̶̹̊d̶͚̗́i̴̥̒ď̴͚̂ ̶̤̓̕y̴̖̩͌o̵̠̱͒ũ̴̠ ̶͚͎̊͑d̷̹̓̀ó̸̧͔̈́ ̷̠͔̓͆t̷̥͚̆̄o̶͓͕̽̓ ̷̨͚͘u̶̻͋̊s̵̝̄!̶͙̃?̴̡̠̍̈́" >"Relax, I just made it so you can't drop your disguise now. It should make it easier for you to blend in and much easier for me to keep tabs on you for today." "More of you not trusting us, we see." >"Not until you prove to me that I can, now let's go." >After another bright flash, you find yourself inside that office that you were in yesterday >"And here is where you'll be working!" >Could never have guessed >"For today though, there isn't much that needs doing, so we should be done fairly quickly and then after that, I can start getting you used to your new life. Ready to start?" >You sigh and grumble to yourself, now finding yourself locked to this form >Since you can't actually use magic either, you may need to adjust it to hide better >After some menial tasks that the princess has you do and experimenting with these oppressive restrictions, you find that while you can't change your body's shape, you can change the structure >So, instead of doing what she tried to get you to do, you manifest a sticky surface on your front 'hooves' and use that to move the papers she wants you to >"Looks like I may have to fine-tune that spell a bit more if you can still get away with that..." "Limiting our freedom to this extent isn't enough?" >"What I hope to accomplish with this spell is to get you used to holding this form and maintaining it no matter what, at least while outside your house. By restricting you as such, I'm sure that eventually you'll get to the point that holding this form becomes more natural than holding no form at all." "Yet you seek to accomplish this through methods that antagonize those they are used 'for the benefit of' rather than accomplish anything useful. Do not argue methods with us, we have consumed more than a few psychologists." >"It's not like you're going to give me any more options, you've already demonstrated that you're not like Anon or Pinkie where you won't try anything. I'd love to use those better methods to help you adjust, but I still have almost no reason to trust you. Give me good reason to trust you, and I'll let you have your freedom." >You repress a snarl as you move back to the mindleess paper shuffling put before you >Well, you do this until something happens that draws your attention >Anonymous just assimilated something! >You shift your gaze to Twilight and find that she's looking at you with a mirrored expression >Well, an expression that holds all the same surprise, but infinitely more dread >Knowing this mare, she's going to teleport soon so you need to get in range to be taken with, so you immediately dash over to her right as the flash goes off >Success!
>>275280 And that's all I have for now, but I'm in the process of writing the next part as you read this. It'll probably get posted somewhat soon IE the next few days and it'll take place from Anonymous's point of view of the day, so you'll get to know exactly what happens! Look forward to it or don't, I don't control any of you!
>>275213 >Raptorshy booped you, that means you are part of her pack now. >She teaches you how to hunt in a group with other little fillies. >After you down your first prey, she calls you all clever girls. >You're a man dammit! REEE!
>>274204 >>274225 Sorry, been a bit busy. >>274198 >You're not sure if it sees you, but your first priority is to get Twilight up. >Not only is she your best bet for dealing with whatever is up there, but if it gets to her bedroom... >You walk over to one of the smaller doors. >This shrapnel is going to hurt like hell, but you can dig it out later. "Hold my head still." >You point your horn at where the lock surely resides. >"Shouldn't we stand back?" "Should? Yes. Can? No. Crystal is a bit too hard to pierce from more than a foot or two with my skill level." >"Sheeit, okay bossman." >You laugh with her as you pour roughly 50% more mana into the shot than you've ever put into a spell. "Ready?" >"Yeah, you're in position. Fire at will." >You release, blasting your face with tiny shards of nature's glass. >Stings like hell, but you shut your eyes so there shouldn't be much damage that isn't cosmetic. >Orange stands outside as you rush to Twilight's room. >You can still pass this shit off as not involving her if you play your cards right. >Scary shit aside you enjoy your nighttime meetings. "Twilight. Wake up." >"What is it Nonny?" >The tone on this part is important. >"I-I woke up and there was something scary in my room." >She jumps out of bed instantly, grabbing some sort of sword off of the wall with her magic. >"Get on my back." "You don't-" >"You're safer next to me than you would be anywhere else." >Orange screams from down the hall.
>>275431 Aw hell yeah. That Twilight isn't dropping the idiot ball. I mean Nonny has a face full of crystal being all scratched up, and used to be an adult. >Orange screams from down the hall. >ViolencehasescalatedOK.jpeg
>Sorry, been a bit busy. It's all good my friend. Thank you for this. It's always a treat.
> Twilight sheds a tear for the loss of her friend, it was just a harmless prank she thought, transform him into a foal for short while, harmless fun. > stupid, stupid. He was from a different world, where things worked very differently. > she should have stopped immediately, the spell did not want to take, but no, in her stubbiness she poured the strength of her alicorn magic into the spell and forced it through, it was just his resistance to magic was all, no issue > at first it looked like everything was fine, that is until the filly awoke, > the filly flopped upon the ground convulsing and making incoherent sounds > something had gone seriously wrong > no soul, humans do not have souls, their brain did everything, now everything that was left of anon was crammed into a brain the size of apple > how could she have missed such a fundamental difference, it had never even occurred to her that any sapient would be without soul > anon was gone, there was nothing left, the transformation could not be reversed, the information simply did not exist anymore > she had killed her friend > she turned herself in, a murderer, she had taken the life of a sapient > Celestia was disappointed in her lack of care but ultimately twilight was found innocent as no-pony could have foreseen such an outcome > Twilight was charged with caring for the filly she had created. > the filly was a blank slate, like that of a newborn, a new soul > It has been years since the incident, but the pain has hardly faded, every time she looks upon her daughter Annie, she is reminded of her friend whose life she ended > A tear is shed