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..
>It's been three years as Anonymous in Equestria >tgree wonderful years. >You are dying. >It's not magic, or radiation, or even some bizarre plague that should have fucked up yourself or the world do to being an alien. >It's simple >you're getting old, even with the advancements in technology and magic they couldn't do much more. >Except for one thing. "Rebirth? Are you serious." >The medical expert and Twilight Sparkle looks gravely at each other and back toward you. >"Yes, normally this treatment is done by bad ponies looking for immortality." >hunh >"Usually something goes terribly wrong because they fail in giving the proper compensation of personal value. "Whatcha mean Princess of books?"
>>276177 I knew letting filly grow under Raptorshy watch was going to bite back, what with her unique diet being shared to filly and all Although an extra large filly should also be extra fluffy and comfy if mutual trust could get built with her. Though I do wonder how much trust would be needed before she allows Anon to comb her chest fluff without either getting jumpy
>>276162 Been a while since we've had some cyoa action. >"The spell requires a circuit of runes to be etched in chalk. At the center an item of personal value is placed. If the item has been tainted, a tainted rebirth will generally occur. Memories will be lost. Developmental issues will occur. Many ponies of poor character have long since disposed of any personal items that have no malice attached to them."
>>276162 >"You confront your past. You will be your own enemy for every moment that you've lived. If you succeed perfectly, well that is rarely documented. However failing in some aspects will harm your mind or your body." >>276212 Which ones? Or is it all of them? Maybe... I'd have to know more about what it entails. >>276215 That's a tricky one. I'd do it. Depending on what I have, and what it is.
Moody funk and guilt writing follow. Skip if you wish. >"What are you doing?" "Burning paper." >You look down as the flames slowly consume the piece of shit piece of writing. >You really suck. >You don't deserve this form. >You should've rotted in hell for all those things you thought. >All that burning anger. >All of that spite. >Maybe you had been fucked over a bit, but you let it get to you a bit too much. >Self-pity. >At least you quelled most of your urges to commit the heinous. >But what are you now? >What is there of you without the calculation and the few things you still feel? >There was a time when you could confidently say you were more, but it's been... >Human and pony time don't mix well. At least four years. >A hoof stomp startles you out of your rumination. >"You look upset. Do you want to talk about it?" "Yes, I want you to know. I want you to pity me just like everyone else..." >"No need for sarcasm." "I'm not being sarcastic. I want you to think of me as this small helpless green piece of shit." >She groans and picks you up by the scruff of your neck. >"You'd get the soap if you didn't look to be on the verge of tears." >You look down at the piece of paper you were drafting a green about a filly supervillain on. >It's almost all burned, but you can faintly make out the first few words: ">be you." >At least that much is certain, for better or for worse.
>>276162 >"In easier terms, a sacrifice of great personal value to you is required. So, would you be willing?" >Breathe in >Breathe out >Explain your points, in that order >Done? >Good, now do it "Twilight, I'm dying. Any personal belongings I have are about to become useless to me anyway, so why would I not sacrifice something to get another lifetime of good times here and be able to get plenty more in the process? I'll die when I'm good and ready, and I've still got things I need to get done. Take what you need, no matter what it is. Hell, if it's necessary, take them all! Nothing is worth more to me than those close to me, and I'm pretty sure a spell wouldn't require a living sacrifice if its goal is to give new life." >Twilight's already somber expression changes slowly to a grimace as she looks between you and the doctor "Don't. Fucking. Tell me." >"... Well, since you already guessed, that's the cost. Still willing?" "Pull my fucking plug."
>The doctor does as you instruct and you slip away >Only for you to wake up later, now in a clearly different body judging by your senses now detecting a notable lack of certain human features >Upon your awakening from this apparent revival, your mind begins racing in horror at the thought of who Twilight iced to do this >If only you had your old body back, then you'd be able to personally throttle her for this >Well, time to see where you are and if you can even do that >The nursery ward of a hospital >And the purple mare herself is standing over you "Twilight, what the fuck! I told you I wanted to die, who the fuck did you kill!" >Is what you would've said, but instead only incoherent and very angry squeaking comes out >"Relax, I know what you're thinking and no, nopony died. I decided to try an experiment since you were already giving up your magic extensions to stay longer, and it turns out that a sacrifice of the recipient's own life is actually sufficient to conduct the ritual! I bet you're happy I ignored your wishes now, right?" >Oh >Huh >Pretty neat >"Also, feel free to try thinking to me instead of talking, I'll probably understand it better Neat, can you hear me? >"Surprisingly well, the transfer was a complete success!" Alright, now who am I possessing for this to happen? >"A clone I made for this occasion. Some helpful mare provided me the base genetic material in exchange for some monetary compensation, so that's who you're gonna look like." >What do you look like? >You look up at your mane draping over your face and see jet black >Similarly, you look down the bridge of your snout and see plenty of green >Heh, what a funny coincidence! >Maybe it was one of the shitposters you "knew" back in the day that gave you this new body, but only meeting this mysterious mare will tell for sure
>>276287 That's a a punchline. >>276292 >tfw the princess of friendship will ice someone to keep her friend >tfw you're her friend >feels good man >tfw you sacrificed yourself works so you get to continue the adventure in pony land. >clickstonguenice.michealrosen
>>275431 → >Twilight gallops down the hallway, sword raised like the inverse of a medieval knight, the rider being the useless one. >"Were you playing with Orange again, this late at night?" "Of course not, she just still has the keys." >"We'll talk about this later, missy." >You see the hint of a black tail being pulled by something and shout out to Twilight, who is just slightly nearsighted and could've missed it. >Oh god, it's horrifying. >"Surprise!" >Twilight's angry demeanor is gone in an instant. >A party hat is put on your head, and you feel compelled to join in the festivities. >But something is the slightest bit off. >You ask Pinkie about it. >"Well of course something is off, you didn't get a welcome party when you came to Ponyville! Enjoy, Ninny!" "My name isn't Ninny, it's Nonny..." >"Sure it isn't." "W-what?" >"Party!" "But where's Orange?" >The music stops. >Everypony looks at you with hungry eyes for a split second before there's a blur and everything is back to normal. "No, there's something wrong here! I need to leave the party!" >"There will be no leaving the party." >That's not Pinkie's voice. >Be Orange. >It got them both. >You watch helplessly as their blood mixes with whatever these tendrils secrete. >Even if a fully-equipped medical team arrived right now, Anon probably still wouldn't make it. >Best whatever hallucinations they're in lull them to sleep, you won't be so lucky. >Nonny's eyes shoot open. >No, this can't be happening... >She looks at you with terror, confusion and the marks of ceaseless, unnumbed torment. >Her neck is ground meat, but she mouths out something. >'It's not your fault.' >You wish that were true. >She fades after ten agonizing minutes. >You're in tears now. >"You have done well." "This price wasn't what we agreed on." >"Contract integrity is vital among our line of work. Perhaps you were too eager to take this form and did not fully read the conditions of my refueling." "Just take me to the next one." >"Very well." >You're standing before the landing pod once again. >Maybe you can save her this time. >But somehow... >You doubt it. End.
>>276559 >pic1 >step1 Ah just what I needed a way to draw filly easy. >step2 Well... that was easy. >pic2 Uhhhh >pic3 Oh no. >tfw filly escapes the box >Shuffles papers.wav "TWILIGHT! PURPLE SMORT! HALP!" "HALLLP! Code Filler! I repeat code Filler!" "Twilight?" >Pic related. >"Twilight is currently unavailable Anon."
>>276566 >"I remember her from the other thread friend. Maybe somefilly similar. In any case a repost is always welcome." >>276568 >"The eerie lighting does make her coat hard to see from that perspective. I do think it works well though in this instance." >>276569 >"Nice 69 get. Hey would you know of a neat green or fiction about filly where she has some fun times in ponyland?"
>”You can’t keep doing this, Mitta.” >There are a lot of places you don’t want to be right now. >The graveyard in the forest just outside of town, for example, is one of them. >The gates of Tartarus, the fields of Castle Everfree and the middle of a firepit are also places you don’t want to be. >The last one makes you shiver and look at your flank. >Honestly, those are pretty extreme examples. >Still accurate, as morbid as they are. >At the same time, though, you could say a lot of your thoughts have been morbid recently. >”Mitta?” >You really wish they weren’t. >You wish a lot of things, lately. >You wish you weren’t here right now. >”Mitta, please just talk to us.” >Sitting on your hunches just inside the safety of your house with your back on the door with Grey Hoof on the other side. >He means well. >You know that in your heart. >Truly. >It’s just >When he comes by like this it feels like your sanctuary becomes your prison. >Not just him. >Anypony really. >”Gladstone and I are starting to worry. I just want to see you and make sure you’re okay.” >You heave a sigh. >It’s all the same. >It’s always the same. >With a monumental effort you get to your hooves, still debating whether or not you actually want to open the door. >However, your hooves are already undoing the latch before you even make the conscious decision to do so. >The door opens with a groan of its neglected hinges letting sunlight into your home for the first time in a while. >You hold a hoof above your eyes to shield them from the sun as you step out. >Grey Hoof looks tense for a few moments but visibly relaxes when he meets your eyes. >”It’s good to see you under the sun, Mitta. How have you been?” >You grunt, acknowledging his peasantry but not saying anything. >After a few more moments of silence the dark coated stallion runs a hoof through his mane. >”Listen Mitta, you really should come outside. Sequestering yourself inside your home isn’t going to make her wake any sooner.” >He takes a step to the side giving you a better view of Sunny Town where many of your neighbors move hurriedly with supplies. >”I really admire what you’re doing.” >You raise an eyebrow. >”Celestia’s honest truth. That filly should have somepony at her bedside when she wakes but-” >You finish for him. “It doesn’t have to be me.” >It does need to be you but he wouldn’t understand. >Grey Hoof nods. >”You’ve taken her into your home and have been waiting on her hoof and tail nonstop for days now. I wonder if you even sleep.” >The pony smiles wryly and scuffs at the dirt with a hoof. >”Your mother would be proud that her filly paid attention and that her skills passed on to you, Celestia bless her.” “We’ve had more skilled healers, Grey Mane.” >Your words weren’t an accusation. >Just a fact. >”Yes, we did. I count us blessed that you’re still with us, Mitta. You are part of our little Sunny Town herd and I worry for you. We all do.” >You notice a few ponies have slowed just enough to seem busy and not at all like they are eavesdropping. >”Why don’t you come outside? I can get Three Leaf or somepony else to keep an eye on her for an hour.” >You’re beginning to realize more ponies will come by if you refuse him now. >They’ll stop asking nicely after a while. >However, hearing a groan from the other room stops that chain of thought. >Eventually, you open your mouth to reply. “Not today, Grey Hoof. I’ll be out for the party, though.” >You can deal with a few ponies until the Summer Solstice.
>You put a hoof over your mouth in a vain attempt to quiet your panicked breathing. >You know somewhere inside you that it’s pointless and it only makes the panic in your chest grip you tighter. >It has less to do with you trembling so violently that the cupboard you’re hiding in is rattling and more to do with the fact that you think they can smell you. >They being... >You don’t really know. >Formless, undulating things that hide in the dark. >A dark that moves around like a rolling fog that has been seeking you out for who knows how long. >Sometimes a mass of that dark will break off in a violent, jerky twitch and take on the loose form of a pony. >Your breathing halts as you hear a crash against the back door. >A moment passes before you hear another one and it tears a whine from the back of your throat. >You curl in on yourself. >With your forelegs trembling against your chest you try to get a hold of yourself. >Thud after thud and flinch after flinch, the things outside don’t stop. >The sound of your impending doom wiggling its way into your head, threatening to snap something. >It doesn’t take too long for you to devolve into quiet begging. >In another life you’d be embarrassed. >But this isn’t another life. >In this one you are cowering in somepony’s cupboard from something that did way more than bump in the night. “Please please please please please...” >With a final smash of the door breaking and falling to pieces on the floor, quiet returns to your hiding spot. >You want to run. >You want to scream. >You want to cry. >You just want this to be ov- >”...cursed...mark...” >Slowly, jerkily, you turn your head to gaze at the rain cloud and multicolored lightning bolt on your flank that seems to be emitting a dim, pulsating light. >Ice shoots up your spine and you whimper. >You realize that the things out there can probably see the light from under the cupboard doors. >Looking up from your glowing cutie mark, you can’t see the doors anymore. >They’re just gone. >Beyond where the doors were is an unnatural dark that stretches on forever. >You can make out waves, ripples and vague outlines in it. >You make no more observations as tendrils of that dark shoot out and drag you in before you can scream. >With a nauseating sense of vertigo, you realize you’re falling a split second before you land on your sweaty back.
>>276575 >You stare past your green muzzle in a daze at exposed wooden beams running across the sloped ceiling. >You take a deep breath. >The smell of woodsmoke, dust, your own sweat and something else play across your nose. >Letting it out, tension and memories of your nightmare flow away with the used air. >It was just a dream. >A really scary dream. >But still just a dream. >Well... >You turn your head to see a few pictures hanging on a wall just above the bed you fell off of. >All of the ponies within are unfamiliar. >...almost. >Just where are you anyways?
Grey Mane should have been Grey Hoof in previous post. Will fix in updated paste tomorrow.
>Wow, you sure as shit haven't posted in a while! Yeah. Life comes at you fast. Also, I'm >slow.
>>276556 >That pic What is that image? And what does it mean? I did a reverse google search but all I found was its use here on this site. Off the top of my head it looks like it's a view upwards from the center of the Holocaust Memorial in Berlin, but I don't know.
>Currently dating the biggest Dacryphilliac in all of P0nyville.
>Also currently drawing a very nice picture, as this is what good little fillies do. They draw pretty pictures.
>You thought that ‘dating’ Rainbow Dash would’ve made your life better. She said she believed you when you told her you used to be a human, she treated you like an adult.
>She didn’t think you were weird, even had the same sense of humor as you. Could call each other fag until the sun went down and not have to worry about the other being offended. She got it, understood you.
>Eventually got you to open up more, talk about how lonely you felt. She saw your eyes welling up and how hard you fought back crying and hugged you, told you it was ok.
>Told you that crying didn’t make you a pussy at all, she’d still see you the same way she had before. That marked the first time in years you had actually cried, much less on someone else's shoulder.
>As her shoulder became tear soaked in your embrace, between sobs you could hear something else dripping on the ground beneath her.
>When she brought up dating, sure it had been a little sketchy. You’re trapped in the body of a filly but..you’ve got the mind of an adult, right?
>Told you that it could never get out that you were her special somep0ny, that it would ruin her career in the wonderbolts.
>You told her she’d never have to worry, you’d keep it secret. Anything for your ‘Rainbro’.
>First months were great, felt..odd, but they were good times you think.
>Until she started slowly talking to you less.
>And then not at all.
>Majority of your time is spent following her like a duckling. She doesn’t want to be alone-but she doesn’t want to talk to you all the time either.
>You used to get mad about it, eventually screamed at her to pay attention to you. You’re dating her Dyke ass the least she could do is act like you’re there.
>You still remember how bad it hurt when her hoof connected with your right eye.
>’Anon you make it so hard to like you!’ she’d groaned ‘You think it’s easy being around you? All you do is bitch and moan!’
>’All the time! You’re so...annoying sometimes I wish I could throw you out a window.’
>’I’d like to hear myself think instead of having to hear you talk about your made up stores.’
>’Maybe it’d be better if we broke up. At least then I wouldn’t have to put up with this, sheesh.’
>You’d been so shocked.
>Only when you started blubbering did her expression soften.
>Kissed you and told you it’s ok. She didn’t really mean it.
>You think that’s where it started.
>Every week is the same.
>She looks for some way to make you upset, get you to start crying and you take the bait every time without fail.
>Walk on eggshells around her constantly, if you talk too much or say the wrong thing she threatens to leave or she beats you.
>When things go good with her, they’re wonderful. When they’re bad, it's the worst thing you could ever experience.
>You don’t know how much more of this you can take.
>You sit there on the floor of Golden Oaks, finishing up your drawing.
>When you hear the door open, when you see Twilight walk in with her friends, you trot faster than your little legs can handle.
>Almost trip over your own hooves, but still you manage to face her and give her the chart.
>She looks at it, suspended in the air with purple aura surrounding it like a galaxy amidst the paper.
>There is brief hope, maybe she’ll ask what’s wrong this time.
>This will be different, please let this be different please, just ask what’s wrong. You pray to whatever garbage horse deity they worship here for her to take you aside, ask if everything is ok.
>Your heart pounds so loud you think you can feel it in your ears.
>Each second hangs in the air like a glacier between you and the others.
>She laughs, shaking her head before giving your nose a little boop. “You’re very talented Anon, I know exactly where I’ll put this.”
>She hums, leaving you as she picks up a thumbtack.
>Her aura lifts it up a little higher in the air, swiftly making it’s way back to a wall behind it.
Save a backup of your pastebin right now. Something very odd has been going on with the site recently. If you want to save pastes in the google doc that would also be appreciated, I have to be somewhere in 40 minutes so I can't do it myself.
>Be You >You got enough good filly points to get a glass of the divine liquid > >Watching Twilight reconnecting with an old friend. >wait where is it! >what is she doing? >oh no >please no! "NOOOOO!" >"SHHH!"
>>277022 >>277023 Or Have twilight be the one to return by death. Anon is just sort of there. Watch as she tries to escalate but it backfires. Then she becomes a cultist and priestess and worshiper of friendship
Can even have her face against Anon in warfare. But friendship is the only option The only way out of the damned death pit No matter how painful the journey is. She can fall back to old habbits formed in previous timelines to accidentally deal with current more mundane problems Leading to horrific outcomes
I mean anyone is a valid option. Doing it to Fluttershy would be... The character transformation would be crazy. Everyone would know something is up
Or Rarity could wrap herself in fabulousness to try to forget and move on.
>>277024 Hugboxer. >>277023 >sadistic world bent on breaking him Now that's something I'm really comfortable with. I haven't seen this anime, but after a few minutes reading up on the wiki I think I'm ready. (Though I'm not going to take the time to read about Witch Factor.) >You're trying hard to maintain your calm. >You've always considered yourself a level-headed man, but this is all a bit too much to take. >Luftkrieg got hit by a train just seconds ago, so you look around for the nearest thing that you can use to kill yourself. >Oh right, the wheels of the train. >You leap in, but just in time are held back by a Purple aura. >Too- >You sleepy. >Know need do something, but not know what is. >Beeping close. >Mom crying. >Want tell her it okay. >Try talk. >Words no work. >Vision blurry. >"Why Anon? Why would you try to kill yourself?" >Why would kill yourself? >Next day, put in new class. >Other ponies not same as you. >That okay, you special. >Playing with blocks. >Drawing pretty pictures. >Something gone come back. >You happy. >School end. >Go home. >Eat. >Play with blocks. >Go sleep with mommy. >She cry. >Don't know why. >Things better now. >Wake up. >Late at night. >Mom over you. "Why awake mommy?" >"I've been asking myself that question for a while now too." >You not in bed. >In tub. >Body wet. "Bath this late at night?" >"You're not the Anon I knew. I'm sorry baby. I can't let this go on." >Mommy push you down. >Bubbles. >Try scream. >No help. >No scream in water. >Why mom do this? >You no good? >You happy like this. >You... >You rush forward and slam your head into Luftkrieg's little ass, catapulting her into the air and just narrowly avoiding the train yourself. >Oh god, why... >You feel the tears running down your cheeks. >You were really happier like that. >Ignorance is bliss. >"Hey Nonny, are you okay?" >You think you might go back if you were given the chance at survival. >But a lobotomy like that was one in a million. >The inner mechanations of your mind click in a familiar way as you set your save. Will continue with more shorts like this later if there's interest.
>>277089 When the bs power is to timetravel by death, moving fast and rope is your friend. Or some chemical, or a knife. Actually combining those methods for insurance and to ensure medical can't fuck with the plan. Modern magical medicine can extend the suffering for too long and may make you miss your time slot. Unless you can manually do a save point, then it's just extra time to fill in your memory. Time travel is broken and should be abused for as long as possible. Mementos, Magic, Journaling, and any means to record memory would be useful for long training montages. The problem is you have one save to work with.
>anon gets transformed into a filly >best years of his life >tons of hugs and affection and adults caring for you, it's great >don't have to do anything >But every little filly becomes a big mare >Twilight kicks you out of her castle and tells you to find a job and get your own place. >"You can stay with that one filly friend of yours, what was her name? Starry Anne?" >Now your life is really stale. You go to your shitty job, you come back to Aryanne's place and crash on her couch, then wake up and do it again. >You're right back to where you started, a wage slave. A wage slave in Equestria, who is a mare, to be fair, but still, your life hasn't really changed at all. >This is bullshit.
>>277287 That does make one wonder. What would you all do if you did become a filly and then a big mare in Equestria? Try to get a job similar to one you had on Earth, given that you already have some experience? Spend your filly time studying and training for a completely new job? Become a wandering hobo?
>>277287 >>277295 Here is where you play the long game. Some early investment(s). Call up your best buddy princess Celestia and Luna if they have a foalcon problem. Offer them and sell the perfect hoser booty, for some lifetime royal cash flow. To catch the predator(s) of couse. inb4 they jail you for trying to extort the royal princesses >Equestria doesn't have the problem because magic. >Try to get a job similar to one you had on Earth, given that you already have some experience? Being ahead of the tech curve predicting some advancements and what to invest in might be good. However they have magical equivalents, that in some ways are better. The important part is having fun, not making the world a worse off place, and feeling fulfilled.
If you're gay enough or if Horse land has normal marital marriage, one could try getting married.
But the path I would take is trying to abuse magic. If I can't publish a historical documentary about humans. Targeted towards adults, only then to find out foals and children across the globe love it. The guts, the gore, the horrific terror inducing tales. Make a autobiography about having a childhood twice. Become the moden pony day Diogenes. Then tell the sunbutt princess to get out of your sunlight. Because Equestia has some pretty damn cool shit in it. Maybe introduce RC cars, airplanes, helicopters, and drones. It'll be niche due to magic, but capitalize on being from a semi sci-fi dystopia. But practicing the occult would be interesting, and see how Equestrian magic works with science as well.
Oh! If all that falls through, become the mirror verse ambassador to the humans. inb4 you start an interdimentional war Better yet start using the magic mirrors to become a successful trader. If everything doesn't work, the wage slave vs being dependent on the state.
>Physical comedy tends to leave little lasting harm. >"-then the appendix exploded!" >The apple family gave the appropriate laughter. >"That's how I met princess Mooner." >Applejack has a grin, and an ease after being touched, which is uncanny. <"Come on Twilight tell them about Moon Dancer's party." >Everything I even slightly knew about Twilight is wrong, when I got here. >Twilight holding a pie slice pokes a telekinetic finger through the tip, all the way up the top towards the back. >"Spike and I got her a plushy stuffed bear. See she had a rough time without Mr. Tumbles due to a misplaced restricted book, and the existential dread within." >Hooked on to every word. >"Anonymous here even suggested putting the dream catcher teddy with a safety blanket." >Twilight jumps ontop of Spike and nibbles at the edge of the hole she made in the pie. >I remember earlier today very clearly. "Hey, Moon Dancer? What's got you blue?" >"I..." >Twilight wiggles her tail in the air. >"I dream.I dream aboutsouless eyes staring into me." >Putting my small hoof on her shoulder, I realize Twilight is right there next to me. Breathing hard. >"Open mine last, it's because it's the best. We need to complete the mission, you'll understand." >Being pulled put of memory by the delicious food the apples have graciously served. >"When she opened mine, she cried long and hard tears of joy." >Applejack though frowns at that new information. >"Wait a darn tootin second, y'all already left the party by then." >"Yeah! We're already in the air, because flying by chariot means plans can be discussed without outside intervention." >Twilight could be charming. >In a stabbing your darkest fear sort of way. >What Twilight just told them is biased and true. >Both your fear, and yourself with your fear while your fear is being stabbed. >"Well I'm assured of quality and care of the Apple family hospitality, and catering." >Applejack looks cautiously at Twilight and back towards her relatives. >"Ah'll head with you, we don't want any misunderstandings when the celebration is so near." >Twilight's eyes widen >then so does her grin >"You would be an excellent second in command of battling Nigh- difficult celebration tasks, yes." >"Enope." >"Big Mac." >After a meaningful looks and a quick gesture he nods. >So the group increased by one. >Darn. >This will have to go in the report. <"We're looking for ah, a pony named Rainbow Dash."
Been rewatching a lot of Greg's stuff lately since he's been on /mlp/ and decided to make a quick edit from a Peel Off vid. Here's the thread if you want to pay your respects of whatever: https://boards.4channel.org/mlp/thread/35646291
>>277089 >Be Anonfilly. >One week after saving Luftkrieg from the train. >Currently saving up bits for explosives. >For now, you carry your hunting knife. >You'd doodling on your math sheet, not really paying attention while all the other fillies and colts struggle with their multiplication tables. >Some things about being a filly are still pretty okay. >You're putting the finishing touches on your Moonman fanart when a note lands on your desk from across the room. >It's crumpled, its origin unknown. >You open it up, making sure Cheerilee isn't looking as you read it. >'You're alright, bro. Don't come to school tomorrow.' >Oh fuck. >God, it's that faggot Anoncolt. >But you can play this right into your hooves. >You look across the room and wink at him. >He gives you that fat-faced grin. >If he's shooting up the school, he has explosives. >You set your save. ... >"Yeah, they're just all fucking normies man. Fuck em'." "Yeah-" >"Especially that bitch Scootaloo. What's so great about Rainbow Dash? Fucking..." >There's more, but you selectively tune his whining out as you look around the house. >Crusty cunt aside, he could use a fucking workout routine. "Do you have any juice?" >"Oh yeah, sure. Check the fridge." >Faggot lucked out and got a richfag pushover momfu. >Twilight might have the royal treasury at her disposal, but whenever you ask her for something the answer is almost always no. >Well, unless it's a book. >But that's a whole hour in and of itself while she tells you everything about what kind of books she thinks you'd like. >You like Twilight and you like talking to her, but the problem is that you'll use up all of your time doing so if you aren't careful. >Pudgy is leading you to his room, you only know because Twilight set up a playdate with the two of you once. >You thought he might be alright because he also used to be human, but he's the epitome of lazy neet bastard. >A little voice in your head tells you that you're jealous you can't live his lifestyle, but you silence it. >You're not jealous. >His mom isn't home, or else he'd probably be yelling at her to fuck off or something. >"Welcome to my abode, m'lady." "You're way too fucking fat to pull that off ironically man." >He kinda laughs, but you can see in his eyes that he's a bit pissed. "So, what are you going to use to do the dirty deed?" >His eyes light up and he fucks around under his bed for a bit, eventually pulling out a few clusters of stone with ornate runes carved into them. >You've seen these in one of Twilight's books, it's a damn shame you're an earth pony and he's a unicorn. >Because those are mana grenades, and now you're going to have to kill yourself. >"Yeah, I asked my mom for some money to go to the bowling alley and the stupid bitch gave me 200 bits. She'll be home in a few minutes, want to test out the first one on her?" >The thought sickens you, but you really want to avoid the process of bleeding out. "Sure, that bitch really has it coming." >Your voice is wavering a bit since you're fairly sickened, but you don't think he notices. >"Oh yeah, but if I'm going to go I think I ought to take one last souvenir..." >You cry out as he wraps you in his field. "V-very funny bro. >Rape. Can you please let go of me now?" >"I've been waiting on this for months. You know you're going to enjoy me taking your ass to pound town." "Please, I want to live this life out without any sexual deviancy. I know you're pent up, but AAAAGH!" >He penetrates you about as deep as he can, which isn't very deep. >But with your filly hole being completely unused, it fills you to the brim. >"You think I'm a fucking neckbeard now? I've got the fucking moves like Jagger, thot!" >The musical reference would make you cringe if you weren't more focused on trying to get free from the blob of rape behind you. >"TIME TO-" >"Hornet! I'm home!~" >He pulls out, splurting all over the ground. >Must not have been any longer than half a minute, damn... >You're somewhat in shock still, but you need to, as the host of Destroy Build Destroy would say; get ready to die. >Tubby grabs a mana grenade and hides it behind his back, the runes lighting up slowly with the energy from his horn. From what you understand, when the runes are filled completely, you've got three seconds before the damn thing is going off no matter where it is. >And the dumb mother fucker is filling it too quickly. >Oh well, better for you. >You hug close to him and watch the thing fill to its limit. >3. >2. >1. >You're sitting back at your desk. >Trudging through the rest of the day in a haze, you finally tell Cheerilee what's going to happen after everypony else has gone home. >She doesn't look all that surprised, just disappointed. >"If anything, I thought you'd be the one to do something like that. Thank you for telling me, holy shit..." "Can I have some of that bourbon you keep under your desk? I'm not going to get into the details of why I know but it's been a long day." >"Sure. Just a sip though, you know Twilight will find out if I give you more." >A taste of the good old days calms you slightly as you trudge home. >"You're a bit late, what's up dog?" >Twilight, in theory, knows about the Looney Tunes because you've told her some things. >In practice, she seems to be completely unable to get any of the catchphrases right. >Equestria doesn't have a language barriar, but it certainly has a different dialect. "Can you read to me? It's been a long day." >"Is your homework done?" >The two of you say the next part in usion. "Yes mom, I did it during math." >"Good filly. Come on then, up on the couch." >Some things are still pretty nice. >Hopefully Hornet gets his comeuppance, but that's for the system to decide for now. You can suggest some scenarios if you want to. No guarantee I'll use them, but if I like one or two I might.
>>277494 Wew. That's a clusterfuck and a half. (RIP mental virginity) Anonfilly has a babysitter or alone, due to Twilight going on a friendship quest. Things happen. >>277499 Going to check that truth. >Rolled lucky by the blessings of RNGesus >>He kinda laughs, but you can see in his eyes that he's a bit pissed. While I'd like to know how the cunt got to this moment. >She doesn't look all that surprised, just disappointed. Hmmmm. >>"If anything, I thought you'd be the one to do something like that. Thank you for telling me, holy shit..." Here's to anon, for not being cowed in the face of danger despite being >raped.
What would happen if Anonfilly got adopted by Rainbow Dash Presents Twilight?
> Be anonfilly. > You're sitting in your room with Twilight's newly ordered sofa from Quills and Sofas with a beer in hoof. > You hear Twiggles shouting from the hallway. > "Anon! Did you take my beer again!" "Yes! Next time get beer light!" > "Why don't get your own beer!?" "You never gave me an allowance." > "I didn't?" "No and even if I did I wouldn't be old enough buy any." >"What are you talking about? Spike buys my beer all the time." "Becauses he's your slave! I'm your kid." > "Well... I can change that anytime." "You wouldn't dare."
Anonmare is crashing over at your place. Again. This is the fourth time this week and you're starting to suspect when she isn't here, she's sleeping rough out on the streets.
The thing is, once she gnaws away at your manners just enough that you'll let her stay "a few days at most", she takes that exploitation of your generosity and runs with it.
Sadly, though, that's the only running she does. Much of her time is whiled away on the couch. Yeah, if you had any hopes of sitting on that thing again you can forget it. She stinks the apartment up and complains about how aimless her life is. About how she thought being a mare and having 24/7 access to a pair of teats and a nice plump horsepussy would be divine, but now realizes she actually has to WASH those parts of her. Which, of course, she doesn't do. You really, really wish she would use your shower. Just once. Even if she'd leave your drain choked up with green fur. It wouldn't matter because at least then your nose wouldn't be under assault every time you neared her.
The main problem is, while you're not as big a loser as her, you're still a fucking loser who can't get a real mare to so much as acknowledge you.
And so, while it's utterly humiliating and you hate yourself for it, you fuck her. It takes a few drinks just to kill off the reasonable doubts. This was once a guy, after all. You're no faggot, and certainly no tranny, but a moist, tight, slimy horsepussy is a moist, tight, slimy horsepussy. When you're pumping in and out of her you can just close your eyes and imagine it's Rarity, or Fluttershy, or Applejack. Nah. Who are you kidding? Not even Rainbow Dash could smell that bad. But you know she'll take your cock any time of day, any day of the week. She'll indulge in ANY twisted fantasy or fetish you bring up. She has as few standards as you do, and that would almost make her a perfect match. But you'll never be able to shake the fact that under all that pony she's still an autistic faggot.
Update on my OG story now, still going slow but y'all have been waiting long enough for something after that minor cliffhanger I left you all on. >Last we checked... >Nothing happened! >... Well, Anon finished teaching Luna how to play the basics of 40K and they got through two matches >Time to see who breaks the tie and comes out on top!
>When you come to, you are inside a colosseum with a table sat in the direct center of it >Oh, yeah, the winner-takes-whatever-is-offered finale of you and Luna duking it out in small 40K matches >Well, it seems she isn't here yet, so let's see if we can make things a bit more theatrical, shall we? >To do that, you're going to need to limit the spawning zone of the dream to a certain area, that being the entryway opposite the one you come from >Now, how do you do that? >Well, a good start might be to imagine the place where you spawned in as a box in the dream >After taking this bounding box, you highlight it with your dream magic and move it to the area where you want Luna to appear in >After that, you set a pressure plate set to activate other dream happenings when it's triggered by her appearance directly under the box >Well, now all that's left is for you to get into your own position! >So you do >Now, all that's left to do is to wait! >And you do >All the way until a voice calls out from behind you >"Is there any particular reason why you're just standing here?" >Fuck >Your shoulders immediately slump and you turn around disappointed in your abilities "Well, I was trying to set up something that would set off as soon as you showed up, but I didn't set it up right since you didn't even show up where the mechanism's trigger was placed. Well, I'm not letting all this go to waste, so just wait here until you get the signal!" >"What signal? And what did you mean by a mechanism?" "Just wait, it'll all become clear soon." >And with that, you step backwards and teleport yourself over onto the pressure plate, setting it all in motion (slightly) as planned! >When the pressure plate is triggered, you begin hearing the gate in front of you open and a generic announcer's voice peal out across the colosseum! >"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HUMAN AND PONY ALIKE, WELCOME TO THE FINAL BATTLE FOR THE FATE OF THE IMPERIUM! HERE, THE IMPERIAL FISTS TAKE ON THE THOUSAND SONS IN A HIGH-OCTANE, FAST-PACED FRENZY OF ACTION THE LIKES OF WHICH HAVEN'T BEEN SEEN SINCE THE HORUS HERESY ITSELF! REPRESENTING THE IMPERIAL FISTS, MISTER ANONYMOUS FROM EARTH! REPRESENTING THE THOUSAND SONS, PRINCESS LUNA OF EQUESTRIA! REPRESENTATIVES, PLEASE TAKE YOUR PLACES!" >With that, you calmly stride out of the now-open gate and into the empty colosseum and begin waving to the nonexistant spectators that don't populate the stands as you walk towards the empty table >Once you reach the table, you look to the other side of the arena to see Luna looking around to see what exactly you were waving at >After a sigh, she also walks over to the table and looks up at you with lidded eyes and a smirk >"When I said to build suspense, I didn't mean to go to all these lengths just for us two." "I had time, I decided to use it. Besides, I thought it was cool!" >"Well, it certainly set the mood for the night. So, how are we settling this?" >Well, there are still two options for what can be done >Either you both go after objectives and try to hold them (the more balanced of the two), or one of you holding while the other tries to capture (the one that would probably work better with small armies) >You summon in a coin and flip it, heads is option one and tails is option two >Right as you catch the coin in your fist, Luna stops you >"As soon as you observe that coin, it will come up as whatever option your subconscious mind will choose. Would you rather I looked at it and told you the true result?" >Huh, noted for later "Yeah, that would probably be a better idea. Go ahead!" >Upon saying that, you turn your head away and open your fist, allowing Luna to find the true result >"It's tails, what does that mean?" "It means that one of us will be holding the objective while the other tries to capture it! Same capture rules as King of the Hill, but different starting points and win conditions. Those should be fairly easy to remember though, one of us starts on the edge of the map while the other on the objective, the holder loses if the attacker captures, and the attacker loses if the holder lasts all 5 turns without a capture happening." >"Sounds good, let's play!" >The table is once again set and the minis are summoned, time to see how this goes!
>Be Sergeant Decius of the Imperial Fists >You're stationed here with your squad, guarding this imperial outpost >It's a good thing the fists can't lose when it comes to fortifying a defense point, right? >You and your brothers stand guard over this outpost defending the Imperial supply line supplying this world's war effort >Suddenly, your radar starts pinging a fat pile of alien contacts >You and your brothers peek your heads out of your various enforcements to see what's going on outside >Fucking traitors >To battlestations!
>Be Sorcerer Azoth of the Thousand Sons >You and your Rubricae have been sent in to deal with this section of loyalist forces, nothing too hard hopefully >As you get closer to the site of your attack, you realize something >Those are Imperial Fist fortifications >Fucking Abaddon, sending us to the shit areas! >Oh well, it looks like only a small number >Something you and your Rubricae should be able to deal with somewhat easily... You hope
>Be Sergeant Decius >Fucking sorcerors are trying to siege your position! >Your men are fighting tooth and nail to hold their positions, and are doing quite well >No casualties thus far, the only thing you have to worry about right now is how much ammunition you all have on hand >There is no objective the Fists can't hold!
>Be Sorceror Azoth >These Fists are heavily entrenched... It'll take a small miracle to get them out >Luckily, miracles happen to be the specialty of your patron god! >You offer up some prayers to Tzeentch as you cast your next spell, hoping for some shining light to grace you and your rubricae in the next few crucial moments of battle >As the spell is cast, you feel the light upon you! >Well, in you >Your body explodes as your soul is brought to your patron deity, leaving in your place a daemon! >Not just any daemon either, somehow a fucking Lord of Change has entered the battlefield! >It seems the miracle has arrived, and not a moment too soon...
>Be Sergeant Decius >THAT IS A FUCKING LORD OF CHANGE >You and your men scramble to more defensive positions, but you're not sure what else can be done >It's only another two minutes before reinforcements arrive, but can you all last that long? >Yeah, the fists can hold any objective, but not when the fight isn't a fair one! >Either way, hold this position is what you must do, so you will
>Be Rubricae #213 stationed under Sorceror Azoth (now deceased) >Things seem to be going well, at least from your limited knowledge >Your state as a soul bound inside a suit of power armor leaves little room for thought, but you're still left in control now >Uh... Carry on as planned? >Sure, that's a good idea >You lead by example, letting the Lord of Change do as it pleases since you can't really stop it >Hopefully somebody qualified takes control from you after this...
>Be Sergeant Decius >It's no use, that Lord of Change has somehow managed to overrun all of your positions singlehandedly >You give the order to retreat, you all will have to regroup with the reinforcements to break this hold >Hopefully with your combined might this clog in the line will be cleared, but if not... >If not, the world is lost
>Be Thianas, Lord of Change >Some idiot sorceror blew up his own mind to bring you here, you might as well humor his desires while you're here >You finish scattering those servants of the corpse before breaking open a few rubricae for shits and giggles and disappear back into the warp once everything is clear
>Be Anonymous >You just firmly lost, sheerly for the stupid luck of Luna rolling to summon a greater daemon from a warp peril >Fuck... "Well, you won. I guess the dice just weren't in my favor today. GG anyway, though." >"It was a well-fought battle, you would've won if I hadn't gotten that lucky. So, is there anything else you'd like to do?" "Funny you should ask that, I was using that battle as a litmus for if you're ready to learn more. So, would you like to start learning about how vehicles interact with everything?" >"Sure, that sounds like it'll add quite a bit to the gameplay!" >She has no idea how broken some vehicles can be >And you're gonna teach her through demonstration! >Not now, though >Now is merely the time to let her get experienced with the vehicles themselves >So that's what you do for the remainder of the dream! >. . . >Wake up >Take a shit >Get out of bed >Not in that order >Get ready >Go to school >Go home >Spike letter? >No >Twilight letter? >No >Progress on things? >Minimal >Homework? >Yes... >Fuck around >Eat dinner >Fuck around some more >Go to bed >Such is life when waiting
And that's it for now, gonna drop some more of "It's the Little Things next probably so get hype for that. Or don't, I don't control your priorities and am all too familiar with the fact that hype can lead to burns. As always, like/subscribe/whatever you feel is justified for my shit writing!
>>277831 I do belive so but relatively new myself. Not sure if general Anon in Equestria turned pony stuff is allowed but I've been enjoying it here for the times writefags update a story. Sometimes might miss an update on /mlp so can usually find the main ones I'm reading here.
>>277831 >newfag here You know what you must do. Posting filly outside /ptfg/ can catch a ban on 4chan, not that they enforce it all the time. Instead, filly migrated here where they can frolick with other fillies, and get brushies and snuggles and occasionally some consentual hoof holding outside the auspices of hostile jannies and mods. >tl;dr no, /ptfg/ is for faggots
>"As you can see, Nonny is wearing Twilalab's proprietary, next generation technology! VR, Supergluey goggles!" >Filly who was happily playing looks in Twilight's voice's direction. "Wa?" >"You can put 'em on! But you can't take them off!" >Filly tries to take them off but finds they're stuck. "AH! AAAA! AAAAAAAH!" >Celestia watches as the filly panics. >"So... why'd you make this Twilight?" She ask as filly continues to panic. >"Better than just turning them villans to stone. Got some made for Discord. Figured it'd be funny to watch him panic."
>>278003 Everyone needs a break sometimes. A work of passion and dedication seems to have more soul. One born of sickening chains won't have the same feeling. I don't think it's dead. After about five years, being ded is highly likely. In the case of Tarboy and the hope for Tarboy 2 is marred with all sorts of weird shit going on that despite attempting to be made for so long nothing really came of it yet. It'll come out when it comes out. Do you have a sauce for the spinoff? I would like to read that.
This is a test of the dragon AI software on ai dungeon for use in story writing. Some of what you see is edited, but mainly the edits were done to maintain consistency. I won't greentext it since I'm going to bed. You can experiment with the weaker griffin ai for free (oy vey) or shell out a few shekels a month for the dragon version if you want to use this for any purposes. I don't find it to be any sort of replacement for conventional story writing, but with some guidance it could certainly streamline the process of writing greens. The future is now. Now, on to the story.
You are a filly imprisoned by an abusive Twilight Sparkle. She treats you like shit and beats you constantly. You want to run away, but you're scared that if you do, she might hurt your friends. What can you do?
You have no idea what to do! Maybe it's time for you to escape from this hellish existence.
What could you possibly need to get out of here? Check room There are a few objects in this room. You could take one with you. What would you like to check? check bed It's a bed, and it's quite comfortable. You decide that maybe you should take this with you. check closet There are many clothes in the closet, but you can't carry all of them. check clothes The clothes in the closet are too big. Maybe you can take a smaller one. check magic You use your magic to levitate all of your clothing. check under bed for stored items You see an old lamp under the bed. It's so dusty, you can't tell what color it is. take lamp You pick up the lamp, and while it is heavy, you manage to carry it out of the room. You make your way to the front door of the castle, only to be stopped by a large group of guards. "What do you think you're doing?" one of them asks. "We are taking the lamp." Please, don't. You are already out of this place. If you leave with the lamp, it's possible that the guards will try to take it from you. This is a decision only you can make. run with lamp, secure on back with magic to prevent falling You can feel the lamp slipping off of your back, so you decide to hold it with your magic. As you turn to run, one of the guards hits you with a powerful beam of light. Your skin starts to burn. The pain is overwhelming, and soon you are out cold. The guards place you in a cell and take the lamp away from you. check mane It is so long, you try to brush it with hooves but you can't. You miss your fingers. check ground You levitate down to the ground and touch it with your hooves. It's a nice feeling. check door You try to open the door, but it won't budge. wait You sit and wait in your cell. You can feel your heart racing. What will become of you? check thoughts You can't think straight. You are too worried about the future. apply hooves to pressure points to calm self down You try to calm yourself down, but it's not working. You just feel more and more nervous as the seconds pass. check cell Your cell is barren, except for a small hole in the corner. It looks very dirty. wait You wait in your cell. Hours pass, and soon it is night time. check hole You approach the hole in the corner. It looks even dirtier than before. cover face with mane You put your face in your mane to avoid looking at it. jump in hole You jump in the hole. You don't want to do it, but you have no choice. "Come out of there!" A voice says. "We have prepared your chambers." You peek your head out of the hole. In front of you are two very large ponies. One is white and the other is blue. They both have long, fancy manes and tails. "Follow us," "Okay." You comply. You follow the large ponies to your new room. It's much better than your cell. "This will be your room," the blue pony says. check coat for filth You look at your fur. To your surprise, you are completely clean. The prison guards must have cleaned you before placing you in your cell. "Where's Twilig- mommy?" You say, using the word for the first time. "She had to step out. She should be back soon." The white pony says. "I need to go to the bathroom." You need to get the fuck out of here. "Go ahead." The blue one says. You let loose a stream of piss, and they don't stop you. This is your chance. You open the window. Damn, it's high up. It's times like this that you wish you were a pegasus, not a unicorn. climb out window You climb out of the window. You're pretty high up, but it's not too late to turn back. jump You jump out of the window. brace for impact You fall from the third story of the castle and hit the ground hard. You are badly injured, but still alive. Unfortunately, you won't be for long. Attempt to set broken bones You attempt to set your broken bones, but this is beyond your ability. open eyes You can't open your eyes, it hurts too much. You lay there, in unimaginable pain. "Help me!" You whisper. "Please, help me!" no reply You hear no reply. It appears that you will die here, all alone. However, there is a bright side. You are free. Free from the castle. Free from the lamp. Free from slavery. You die a free unicorn, something many thought you would never be. Drag self, surely you can find somepony to help you You drag yourself in the direction of the nearest town. However, you cannot get there in time. You bleed out and die.
>>277979 We've got plenty of dead or dying writefags. I personally hope ASS comes back, him or Somedope. The thread seems to be in its death throes and I've never really gotten all the hype behind this trust once lost fic. It's got a lot of the same themes as other filly fics, but barely anything has happened and the protagonist is almost as much a pushover as Fluttershit. Remember when Anonfilly was Anonymous in a filly body?
>>278104 If you want something that isn't being posted, why not try to make something yourself? You say the thread is dying, and maybe it is, but that's only because interaction's slowing because other users are dropping out. Maybe they're doing it for similar reasons to you, so maybe some extra action could help keep them around for longer.
>>278105 >If you want something that isn't being posted, why not try to make something yourself? Because any seasoned writefag will tell you that writing something you want to see and reading something you want to see are two very different things. I've written fucking plenty of what I want to see, but I know what's going to happen. The plot lies in my mind and changes little. When I'm reading something, there's a veil of mystery. Events can sometimes be predicted based off of context clues, but really I have no fucking idea what's going to happen next. I've been a writer for a long time, but I've been a reader for far longer and know that joy of finding the perfect story. In any case, I am doing and have been doing plenty.
>>278106 Well, then I suppose I can't help you much. However, from one writefag to another, maybe try writing with less of a plot in mind and just let the story carry you where it wants to go while writing? Then you can take your own spare details and turn them into a context clue or completely disregard them if nothing comes to mind. It means the writing will happen slower, but at least in my experience it'll come out almost as interesting to read yourself as it is for others to read.
>>278104 Been wanting to write one of my own but I'm no good when it comes to writing comedy or abuse type stuff. Still might give it a shot but trying to find an idea worth putting to paper. Really do hope this thread isn't dying though and also got my fingers crossed ASS returns some day since his was the first and my favorite of the Anonfilly stories thus far.
>>278110 Do it. Whatever it is do it. Then hold yourself to the end. Ending the thing is a journey all on its own. That's where the grit happens. Then if you want to you can make another draft to the end, untill its seemless. Or something. Reaching the end is another milestone. Long or short I have full faith in you. Short little greens are nice, and the end is in sight without derailing.
>>278238 Working on something right now but is a rewrite of a other person's story. The author hasn't responded to see if it's alright for me to do it so will just keep it somewhere private or Paste Bin until he gives me permission but it isn't an Anon story so will post it in Glim Glam's thread so we can all tear my writing apart and make something marvelous from the remains hopefully.
After that though do have an Anon story I've been brewing up so want to work on that after!
>be smoker >transported to equestria by stupid horses >end up being some tiny green retard horse >need to smonk >gather magical herbs and all the paper you can get >hotbox in the map room of twi's castle >fucking green rat lets your feel good fog out by opening the doors >dumb fucking horse culture doesnt understand your smok >grounded for 3 days by that gay purple one
>>278469 That's a nice filly. Would roast marshmallows in the fire place. Maybe a cuddle. >>278477 Potentially harming your total capacity for the biological meat suit you inhabit and are bonded while it's fundamentally growing? Yeah... Hold it till adulthood if you can. Maximum functionality so you can do whatever the fuck you want is key. In a warzone without food or water or hygiene? Might as well, the long term consequences are about zero because the chance for death is so high. Not in long term survivability Equestria though. That comes later. You'll have the capability perhaps not in the order originally planned.
It's ya boi Placeholder, back at it again with more shitty writing! Tonight, we're dipping into the next bit of "It's the Little Things", where we'll start looking at more of Astra's develpoment! >Where we last left off... >Anonymous finished his own development, becoming master of all of his powers, including the forbidden one, much to Twilight's disappointment, anger, and worry >Astra was also very proud of that fact, but it didn't entirely outweigh Twilight's disappointment >After that, Anon and Astra had a brief falling out that was soon corrected, at least for the time being >After that, not much happened >At least, not until today! So, let's see what happens today that gives the story a bit more to tell over just leaving it all at Anon's development!
>Be Anonymous, resident pony/human and unwilling parasite >You've managed to more-or-less adjust to your body's new abilities and properly incorporate them into your daily routine >Yes, even McChicken >You use him to pretend to have a disability when ponies start bothering you, but only sparingly >Well, once-ish a day is still sparingly, right? >Anyways, you've even managed to land a job during the time a regular filly would be asleep due to your abilities to both forego sleep and change your size at will! >Sure, you had to bribe Twilight into forging a few documents for you, but it gets you out of the house and gets you some income to fuck around with! >Astra, on the other hand, has been doing everything in her power to resist acclimation >Despite that, cracks are starting to show through the otherwise aloof and belligerent facade >Speaking of, somebody's just come home from her own job! >"We're back, you had best not be occupying the couch." "I'm up in my room right now, don't worry." >"Do you know what horrible things that violet vermin has us do?" "Paperwork?" >"Too much of it! Eighteen thousand individual sheets needed sorting, I counted them all!" >You finish up the last of your homework and look in the fridge for anything worth eating in the time you have before you go to work "That's a lot, but Twilight's royalty. It's kinda her job to sort through massive piles of paper like that as well as read over them and make the appropriate judgement on what to do with them. At least you aren't doing that part too, right?" >"You should see some of the decisions she makes. We have assimilated bacterial colonies with greater skills in decision making, much less general intelligence!" "If the choices she makes are really that bad, then why not ask her if you can advise? From my experiences, she's usually quite open to constructive criticism if you make sure you're gentle with it." >"Define gentle." >You eventually settle on a leftover sandwich and grab a plate and some extra condiments with a few spare tendrils >You assemble your masterpiece as you mull over your thoughts about how best to make sure Astra doesn't make Twilight have some kind of mental breakdown "Just avoid criticizing her directly and offer alternatives with explanations backing them up for each of your corrections and I'm sure she'll handle it well." >"We have absorbed enough wordsmiths in more languages than there are stars in the sky, we'll be able to fit some direct insult in without setting her off." "Still, I wouldn't recommend it. I know you've heard or learned some variation of the phrase 'don't piss where you drink?'" >"What of it?" "Insulting your boss to their face is about as close to the definition of pissing where you drink as you can get without taking things literally." >"Duly noted and promptly ignored." >Ok then, looks like you're now the breadwinner! "Have fun with that." >"And you have fun pushing boxes for the next six hours." "Somebody's gotta keep the trains running on time." >"Suit yourself, Mussolini. Good night and return safely, else we'll have to take over for you!" >You finish eating your sandwich and walk out into the living room to see Astra melting into the couch, yet still maintaining a somewhat equine form "You too, I don't want to be stuck living alone again!" >With that friendly goodbye out of the way, you go out to your night job in your taller persona >Your name in this form, you ask? >Verdant Strain! >Get it, because you're a parasite and you're green? >Fuck you, it's funny! >Either way, you finish your walk down to the station with a few minutes to spare >Punch in, get your shit together, start pushing boxes >Freight's easy to move with your improved strength management, so much so that it's not difficult to pass yourself off as a normal, fully grown earth pony >It also helps that when nopony's looking you use a tendril or two to move multiple boxes at once, but only when you're sure that nobody's looking >Well, work's just work either way, so... >. . .
>Be Astra Biologis, resident parasite and unwilling pony >You've been holding this form for well over a month now, simply for the ease of not needing to transform every day and for no other reasons! >You and all of your subservient parts are suffering yet another headache over the work you are being forced to do >You're tired of sitting here, playing the sorting algorithm to an incompetent "ruler" and barely receiving any compensation or recognition for any of it! >Things are changing tomorrow, and you're making sure of it! >You've gathered intel and hid in place, building up so-called "good will" for long enough, it's time to finally put your plans to action! >Now, to run over the details in your minds and let it marinate until nothing is left to stand in your way... >. . .
>Be Anonymous again >Last day of summer before school starts next week, better use it wisely! >Get home, wash yourself off, eat some breakfast >Breakfast? >Food time! >Yes, McChicken, it's food time. What do you want? >Want meat! >Can't do that buddy, sorry. Guess it's another sandwich for us >(Disappointed cockatrice noises) >Make and eat sanwich >Wave off Astra for her day at work >Go outside and tool around! >. . .
>Be Astra >You're on your way to that purple imbecile's castle and are putting the finishing touches on your extra plan details >Soon enough, you're at the door to the castle and begin knocking >That lizard called 'Spike' is the one to open the door, not to your surprise in the slightest >He lets you in without issue, of course he doesn't know what's about to happen so he has no reason to stop you >You take youre position in the offender's office, finding her already at work ruining things even more >Time to put your plan in motion! "We have suffered here beneath you for long enough, now is the time for change!" >Twilight looks up from her documents, giving you a surprised look >You move a tendril out to lock the door behind you, ensuring that at least in some small part she won't be able to leave >"Uhm... What do you mean by that, Astra? Remember, if you make a move to harm me, I can still protect myself easily." "We may not be able to remove you ourselves, but we will at the very least spare those beneath you from your horrible judgement!" >Twilight recoils, clearly offended at your words >"And what's that supposed to mean!?" "We mean that you lack the knowledge and wisdom to properly make the decisions you make, we would be far more qualified and make far better decisions." >Twilight recoils yet again, but this time more in surprise than anger >"You do know that there were far better ways to start off this discussion, right?" "Anonymous informed us, but we didn't feel that it would carry the proper weight unless our full intentions and thoughts were placed within our statement." >"Most ponies, myself included, don't respond well to open and initial hostility. Next time it would probably help your cause more if you started off nicer, you know. As for your actual concerns, I'm not sure how to help you. I'm not the one with the power to designate who makes decisions, so the best you could do is advise me on these issues, and even then you haven't quite proved enough to me that you'd be the best one for the job. Okay?" "We will not be taking no for an answer, we will be advising you on these decisions." >Twilight sighs, capitulating to your superior authority >"Fine, you can give whatever input you want, but I'm not guaranteeing that I'll listen." "That is acceptable." >"Alright, now that that's out of the way, let's-" "There is one other thing." >Twilight's shoulders slump again, but she still lets you speak >"And what would that be?" "We would like a raise." >"FINE. You get a raise, now let's just get to work!" >With those matters settled, you start filtering through papers and placing them where they should go, occasionally rebuking Twilight for a wrong decision or praising her for a correct one >She is made visibly uncomfortable by your remarks, but the first step to fixing a problem is realizing that there is a problem and sometimes a gentle push is needed to make that connection! >The rest of the work is finished out, the day comes to a close, and you return home less aggravated to Anonymous
And that's all for this installment, and since Astra's development is likely going to take far longer than Anon's, I was planning on making things more contained and episodic from here. As always, like or dislike, tell me what I did well or tell me what I did wrong, give me mindless shit or give me mindless praise, interact with me or don't. Have a good night!
>>278508 >>278509 Good night, or good morning which ever. Nice to see McChicken playing nice with filly. Little filly playing with boxes and trains for work is nice to see. Paperwork and the parasite. I want to see how Twilight deals with Astra 'advising'. Feels good making a horror space alien doing paperwork spares most from the horrors of excessive forms. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4oPXHWrqVI
>You are Anonfill official foal for MMMM incorporated. >They make >mmm >mm >and >mhmm >Today is another day of taste testing to ensure quality. >Also because it's fun. >First up is mmm. "Sup slut." >"Hello to you too you hellion." >Redlight is always fun to tease. >"Hey! Anon, once you finish your inspections head up to the boss' office. Don't have too much fun boss wants you there soon." "Darn. You have the goods?" >The mare waggles her teats. >"Hurry up, I have a date later." >Nipping at her nipple luscious nursing milk fills my mouth. >Check. "Mmm."
>The Mhmm is near by. "Looking pretty there half breed." >"It's Half'n half!" >A quick sip from the part pony, and I'm on my way. "Mhmm." >Check.
>Finally the mm. >"So you took your sweet time fag." "Fuck you Anon." >"Fuck you too, lil Anon." "Mm." >Check.
>Time to see what the boss wants. >"Anon! It's good to see you. We have a new product in mind." >A very dramatic pause. >"Fuc! And you will be its lead producer." "Fuck?" >"F-U-C. Hope in the machine chop chop." "Uhhh, sure." >The boss is crazy a good kind but crazy none the less. >It almost is like a better version of the mare milkers... >Oh no. >"Yes the lead and only producer of foal udder cream. Being of legal age and everything." "Oooh~♡ fuck!" >Siiiip. >"Ah fuc that's good."
>>278532 I think he's referring to me posting from Denmark once or twice, I swear I'll never live that shit down. As for your update, it's good. I guess as far as criticism goes using exclamation points more sparingly might be advisable, I can understand Anon being excited all the time but Astra is a bit of a stretch. >>278530 It's usually about noon somewhere. Since I've been a bit dead, have something I typed up for the abuse thread a while back and might continue.
>You tap your hooves on the plush floor gently, trying to occupy yourself until dinner. >Your thoughts are all you have to keep yourself company, despite the system's insistence that they're unhealthy. >The straight-jacket, though uncomfortable, does at least provide some warmth. >More than you can say for your hind legs, it's winter and there's hardly enough money to heat the cafeteria. >The door unlocks and you look over to it lazily. >An indeterminate amount of time ago, you would try to rush the orderly that had arrived to extract you for dinner. >But after the shocks, you decided it was best to preserve what remains of your mind after the extreme dullness of this shithole. >The orderly is a strong stallion, and he lifts you up onto his back with little effort. "What's for dinner tonight, Jeff?" >"I keep telling you, my name is Heartbreaker." "Sorry, you remind me of this guy I once knew. You know, one of those humans that don't exist according to you faggots." >He grunts and you grip tightly around his barrel with your hind legs. >You've fallen off before and you don't wish to again. >The floor is seldom cleaned, and you only get showers once a week. >You're strapped onto a bench by another orderly while Jeff goes to get your food. >Your jacket will mercifully be removed soon so that you can feed yourself. >Every night you analyze your surroundings, not only to keep your senses sharp but for any sign of an escape route. >You've noticed three fatal flaws. >The first is that one of the newer staff members will buzz out of the door and stick a hoof through it when he takes his five minute smoke break, but he only takes it during dinner once every five days. >The second is that one of the seat buckles can be jiggled open with a metal spoon, which based on your rough estimates are given out 1/3 of the time. >The third is that Heartbreaker will often chat up a friend of his if the seating arrangements put them next to each other. >Tonight, two of the fatal flaws are in place, with the third yet to be determined of course being whether you get a plastic spoon or a metal spoon. >The orderly watching you is Heartbreaker's friend, and he looks over at the big guy expectantly as he sets down a plate of some disgusting mush in front of you. >It's probably creamed alfalfa or some shit again. >"Eat up, kid." "I've told you before, I'm twenty-three years old." >"You were six when you came into here, and you're seven now." >He undoes the jacket with his teeth, and you gaze upon your prize. >The metal spoon. >Now you just have to be sneaky, pretend to eat the mush for a bit. >You grip the spoon with your forehoof, scooping a generous serving of the shit on. "What goes down must come up." >The next move is tricky, but it has to be played off like this or you're fucked. >You put the spoon in your mouth and chew. >The 'food' tastes as bad as any autistically picky eater would expect, but this part is important. >The stallion's hoof is sticking through the door. >Your ticket out of here awaits. >You grip the spoon with your cheek muscles and spit out the mush onto the floor with the other side of your mouth. >Nopony noticed, good. >You position the spoon just right and, nerve-wrackingly, drop it. >The buckle gives. >You run. >Heartbreaker calls out behind you: >"Hey! Get back here you little asshoaaaaaaa!" >A crash can be heard as, presumably, your little trap works its magic. >The smoker is luckily unalerted to the few panicked stallions chasing you. >They probably have you on speed with your stubby little legs, but you have one thing they don't. >An unbridled desire to escape your lifetime sentence of torment. >As you crash through the door onto the narrow edge of the building that rests over the canyon, the last words you heard before you left civilization echo in your mind. >"Anonymous, age six, to be placed in institutional care until her self-destructive delusions of grandeur are quelled." >Not going to happen, on the account that they aren't delusions. >You spread your hooves out wide as you break into a gallop on what must be a 65 degree angle. >You'd never be able to do this if you weren't an earth pony, the physical strain would probably kill you. >It isn't easy in your current state, but, as you expected, your insane fucking maneuver has discouraged any would-be chasers. >With a crack that you discover quickly is the keratin of your left forehoof breaking, you hit the canyon floor. >Motherfucker... >You can still walk, but it'll be a pain. >You feel a sharp poke in your side and see a dart. >You hurriedly pull it out, but whatever its payload is has already been delivered. >Fuckfuckfuck... >You suck on the point of contact and pull out a bit of something foul-tasting, which your immediately spit out. >You redouble your efforts to get out of sight. >As long as they can't find you when they get an extraction team down here, you're golden. >Just as long as... >You feel lightheaded. >No, this isn't possible. >You're pretty sure nothing acts this fast on Earth. >The best you can do is half-bury yourself in a pile of stones before you black out. ... >Beep. >Beep. >Beep. >There's an IV in your arm and a pair of handcuffs on you. >You guess that's a leg actually, huh. >Right, you tried to escape. >And it didn't go all that well. >Your hoof is bandaged and you can see a bit of dried blood under them. >How long have you been out? >You push the covers aside and sit up, brushing aside the curtains on the hospital window. >At least four stories up, nowhere near the asylum.
>>278554 >You can see the signs of civilization below. >If you don't get the hell out of here, they'll surely lobotomize you. >Pretty ponies aren't too keen on beings that don't share their ideals, something that should be evident by the fact that you made into one in an attempt to assimilate you.
>>278554 >>278555 Aw yeah, filly made out of the mental ward into the pony made jungle. >"Anonymous, age six, to be placed in institutional care until her self-destructive delusions of grandeur are quelled." Filly will show who quells who! >>278552 Got to get inti the rhythm of things. Good work.