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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."
I like this idea. Harvey did a mentally advanced filly last thread, based lad.
I wanna be more, I deserve to be more.
It's Purple's fault.
I hope that Mentally Advanced Series guy is doing okay. His show was what got me into FIM.
Why yes I do drink straight from the teat, how did you know?
Needs more threats of being left to the public schooling system.
Aw, what a qt. Don't worry the cup can be refilled at a local dispensary.
Serioisly though milk is good for a growing filly.
Why do you keep posting this? There's nothing sexual or faggoted about wanting to be magically turned into a little girl.
Silly filly, that's KYS filly. She's a qt. Nice digits btw
>>277711>Why do you keep posting this?
Don't worry about it. That annoying filly is already part of the thread.
Damn, those are really good digits
Get your anoncolt bullshit out of this thread.
Colts can be qt fillies too. Just ask Rumble.
Oh look, an unironic faggot.
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...
>... 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?"
>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!
>>277770>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!
Aw yeah! I can't wait for the next installment. Sorry I didn't comment sooner.>tfw a fellow anon gets rekt by the dream princess
Newf*g here. Is this essentially the /mlpol/ chapter of PTFG?
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.
/mlp/ has banned Anonfilly threads even though PTFG has been up for at least two years.
PTFG is the Anonfilly thread.
If you compare it to an inbred half disabled lame cousin by illegal marriage.
Roughly speaking of course.
What can you do when fags are fags?
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
>TFW I'll never complete a single fanfic since my stories are generally taking up to a book to develop
>"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.
>"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."
>month since last update