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..
”First!” you shout as tackle your green sis out of the way and slide inside the dinning hall. >Purple, who was in the middle of levitating a large plate with a upside down bowl ontop it towards one the large and long dinning table, qwuickly puts it down and with a scared looked runs passed ou to check on your sis >Meanwhile, you jump up in a tall chair and seat yourself at the table >With your snout, you nudge off the bowl and witness steam pour out >You mouth water as you see the newly roasted pancakes >Nudging over a pancake onto your plate and then throw spoonfuls of strawberry and blueberry jams on it >Then you roll it and then you take a bite >Satisfied.jpeg >You feel a presence on your right and turn to see purple standing over you with a scowl on her features >Worth it?
>>282605 Would get body checked again for Twilight points. >>282609 A breakfast only Purple could concoct. It's probably not bad at all. Twilight could have done a switch-a-roo and replaced the jams with mystery gelatine, and a dummy pancake that's only partially edible.
So I'm actually continuing this. Because... I couldn't leave well enough alone?
>The maid nods and the carriage rolls off >Yours and the pink filly's gazes meet >You give her a blank look, at first, then an image of a purple alicorn demi-god waggling her hoof at you flashes through your mind, and you force a small smile in the direction of the other filly >She goes from being somewhat unsure how to behave in your presence to beam from your smile >She looks down and her cheeks gets flushed red "Heh," she says and moves away a bang of her blonde mane out of the way. "I'm sorry. This is a bit embarrassing but I haven't seen pictures of you yet so I'm sorry I didn't recognice you earlier." >You shrug with your front legs (cartoonponyanatomy) "Mmm, that's fine and completely understandable. I became a princess a week ago after all. So, you know, ponies have lives, right?" you say, tilt your head forward, and gesture with your hoof. >She smiles back at you but then looks away and brings a hoof up to her cheek to cover it "Mmm, " comes ouf of her mouth but sounding more glum than an agreeing, `Mmm,´ should be. "Well, to bad that excuse doesn't really work for me, right?" >She gives you a smile of half self-depricating mirth and half embarrassment >Ah >You're probably suppose to know his pony >Tch >You sigh and mirror the other filly's expression >You scratch the back of you neck "Yeah, perhaps but then we're even... because I don't know who you are either." You look up at her >She shines up at that "Hehe, oh. Well, that does make me feel better about myself. But I don't blame you. The week after your coronation must have been busy. I understand if you hadn't time to learn about all of your new..." She grins and pauses clearly for drammatic effect. "Relatives." >Your eyes widen and you stare at her "Who-" you start. "Well, according to the idea that all the princess are sisters. We're almost cousins. I'm prince Blueblood's daughter, Golden Circlet."
>>282609 >Stabs a pancake roll and roasts it over the fire.
>Be Celestia. >Currently at the secret labs. >Mostly a place to make stuff if the Elements for some reason failed and friendship isn't a option. >Better safe than sorry. >But in your greed you did commission something from them. >A filly, just a little filly you could take care of. >Immortal of course, don't want to go through losing something you get so attached too afterall. >All around she was and is very good. >Exactly what you asked for, Nonny was perfect. >Say for one tiny issue. >You enter the cloning labs and the two guards stationed inside salute. >The scientists notice you and bow. >"Princess Celestia! We were not expecting your oversight today!" The head research mare says with a hint of excitement. "But wonderful as always, I must show you some of our latest breakthroughs in gen splicing, we-" >You raise a hoof. "In a moment, I'm actually here with a question about, my personal clone." >She thinks for a moment. >"Oh, you mean 1-14-15-14?" "Yes, Nonny. There seems to be a issue." >She looks worried. >"Dr. Code, could you bring up clone case 1-14-15-14, class royal?" >"Yes ma'am." Another mare says typing into a computer making a bigger screen with Nonny as a filly pop onto the wall. >"What exactly was the problem Princess?" The head research mare ask. >You scuff the ground with a hoof, hating the idea of Nonny having a 'problem'. "Well, more of just a issue. She's a bit... big." >She raises a brow before tapping at the computer herself. >"Yes, she should be the same size as Cadence. We did use her DNA for that part." "You used Cadence's DNA?" >She nods still typing. >"Yes. The perfect filly made from the perfect mares." She says as she begins to roll a hoof. "Luna's magic natural ability, your wing mobility, Cadence's height, Luna's voice mixed with Cadence's, your quick thinking, your taste mixed with a bit of Luna's, your muscle strength, your eyes, Cadence's compassion, some of the other docs genes to fill in the gaps and give even more intelligence, ect. The perfect mares, for the perfect fill-" >She is in a dead stop as she looks at what must be Nonny's DNA. >"Uhhh, hey you other doctors want to look at this?" She says as the others look up from their work and see whatever it is they see. >... "Is there something I should know?" >They just look with dread. >"How did we miss this...?" >You're starting to panic, this is your filly they're talking about. "Miss what?" >She looks at you with a worried smile. >"Well, uhh, heh, we may have found the issue..." >You look her dead in the eyes as your worry peaks. "What." >You put a bit of venom in your tone if her flinch is anything to go by." >"W-Well, it would seem Cadence's family has a slight case of gigantism, while normally this wouldn't be a issue, but with Nonny being a clone, not a birth, this may have a one hundred percent chance of having full body gigantism... how big did you say she was?" "She's eye to eye with Luna now." >The doctors all get to work writing up all sorts of things and bickering. >"W-We'll be a moment princess, would you mind waiting outside for a bit?" >You're still terrified for your poor foal so you simply nod as stress takes over and you walk outside the room. >As you were waiting you heard ponies inside yelling at one another as 'they bucked up hard'. >As it goes on a excited scientist had saw you and was eager to show you their new projects. >Anything to take your mind off the current situation. >There was a little friendly competition between two branches of who made the better weapon. >Archaplazmor and the BFG. >While the Big Friendly Gun was effective at mass of targets, it was really limited on ammo, while the plazmor was less impressive but more interchangeable with more ammo. >You really couldn't decide and thought some friends having competition would be good for them. >By this time the clone team had gotten you back. >"So, we have figured it out princess. Nonny will be healthy, b-but about twice your size." The head mare said. "Oh... oh my..." >"B-But! But, we have a solution! All you have to do is inject her with this-" She says hovering a needle to you. "Twice a week for about two months. It will stabilize her height if not make her about the perfect Cadence size!" >She says happily. >"If that's what you want for 1-14-15-14." >You think for a bit. >You never really did tell Nonny how she really came about... "Alright, thank you miss, keep up the good work." >She takes the needle from you and puts it into a foam lined saddle bag and gives it back to you. >The doctors and scientists bow. >"Anything you request my princess." The head researcher says as you trot away. >You really hope Nonny takes this well... >Should you even tell her? >You feel like you've betrayed her trust... >You sigh as you trot down the hall.
>>282615 What a massive setup perfect for a punchline. >"This is growing out of proportion! If we don't act soon it'll be extremely painful-" >"She's a big filly." "For you." I now desire my massive filly Nonny the Princess of Extreme Friendshipinating. "Yes she really is my daughter."
>Be Anonfilly >After school is over, you walk out of the classroom to your locker and gather your things but before you can manage start your journey to your next destination >The reason for that journey comes to you >You feel a slight tap on your shoulder >You turn around and give the teal filly with short and curly green hair and round glasses your biggest smile ”Are you done already? I thought was fast,” you say >You expect to see her smiling back but she isn't at first >You catch a look of worry to the point of sickness >It's quickly replaced by a forced smile but her eyes remain sad and her body tense and on edge >Ever since you became a green little filly in magical cartoon horseland, you have notice that your specific female body has the female trait of noticing emotions but really heighten above average >Too bad it only tell you the emotional state of somepony not why they are in that emotional state and their thoughts >Now you have to settle for... ”Ocean A, what's wrong?” you say and looked at her with a concerned face >Her eyes widen for a moment
>Be Ocean Algae >[i]Tartarus and Nightmare Moon! >Of course, she would notice something was off >Nonny was supersensitive to others >You realize that you should have perpared yourself mentally better and calmed down before you met >You force a nervous smile >You see that she is not buying it ”It's nothing,” you say and you wave a dismissive hoof ”Please, Lisa talk to me?” she says while making ridiculous gestures with her hooves while grining
>>282655 I'd say the biggest happening I witnessed was ASSFAGGOT returned to complete his Anonfilly feat Abusive Twilight story. Much jubilation was had there. Besides that nothing much that I spotted I'm afraid.
>You're alone. >Just a little earth pony filly that nopony wanted. >You wish you weren't. >You wish you were a pegasus. >They are truly free. >You watch as a big white mare soars so free, so happily through the sky, her beautiful mane and tail flowing so openly in the air behind her, like a stream of light chasing after her, only with a hope to touch her beautiful clean fur. >You wish you were clean. >You really wish you were a pegasus...
>>282661 >jubilation I don't know how to feel about his ending really. It felt a bit like a cop-out, didn't really tie up any loose ends except for the basic plot, and some characters changed relations pretty much on the fly for seemingly no reason but plot-convenience. It felt somewhat like the final nail in our coffin.
>>282684 I did wish it was a bit longer as well and recall people pointing out how the CMC relationship changed in the finale. Only read it twice so far and that was after not reading the prior content for a long time so any of that stuff would have flew over my head.
Would talk about stuff I liked in more detail but I'm a mobilefag and newfag so don't know how to spoiler text or do green text. Speaking of ASSFAGGOT and a few others have made me really want to take a crack at writing some of my own. Seen some threads on /mlp and this thread that can use some fresh blood to get things rolling stronger.
>Be Filly "Move boitch." >"What did you say young filly." "Mmmm, mooove, beeiiatch." >The opens her beak. >It's hanging low, like sweats on a zigger. "Caw! Krrakkk caw!" >"Alright thats enough of that." >Ooo a spanking. "Harder daddy!"
>Be Applejack "Y'all going to be in massive trouble ya hear!." >Deserted >except "Ill count to four, you know what happens when I reach four..." let them imagine a fate worse from thems. >Then a red and green fillt trots out of the bushes. >Half blue too. >"You should see the other guy."
>>282717 >There isn't really a consensus on whether or not my greepn is good, It's good for me. I'm a silent reader and rarely give any feedback, sorry; but greens are always welcomed and silently thanked.
>>282717 >There isn't really a consensus on whether or not my greepn is good Nigga don't doubt yourself! You're good enough that we like seeing you back whenever you show up, just keep making content when you can!
>>282717 >There isn't really a consensus on whether or not my greepn is good I'll concensus this foot up your ass until you get that you make good shit Lone man. There's always room to improve, but don't unnecessarily hammer yourself constantly. You do good work. Have these poners. >>282724 Just gotta write. That's the first step.
>>282722 Sure, I can make something from this pic.
>Be Anonfilly >Its just an average day at school during recess >You walk around in your black hoodie >You haven't really been able to make friends in ponyland yet >There are many problems in your friendship making that compound on each other >You are an alien so even if others think you're a normal filly that is expected to know common things about the world and have common interests, you do not >You're an adult so you don't really care about the same things you did as a young person but then you rememeber that that's not really true >You stiill play video game you fucking manchild!!!!111 >Or played video games since hooves have made you disabled so even though there exist games you haven't been able to play them yet >The other foals have definitely noticed your lack of motoring skills >And to add to this list, your sex is wrong now >You don't care about making friends with fillies because they only talk about girly stuff and the guys act differently with you now that you are a filly, not girly filly-ly? you remind yourself >So now days you just walk around on the school courtyard while the other foals play >Your walking towards the back corner of the building where you see a thin trail of smoke slither out behind the corner and upwards into the sky as you suddenly hear a voice behind you "Hi, Anon," a female voice says and you turn around >Its Diamond Tiara and Silver spoon who both have twisted smirks on their faces "Oh, I'm sorry," Tiara continues and cover her mouth with a hoof in a mock gesture of guilt. "I mean to say, `Hi, fumble Hooves.´" >Silver Spoon giggles >You give them a blank look and a sigh >Tiara continues "Is your name Anon because ain't got no parents? Nopony wanted you? Not even a real cutie mark wants you," Tiara says and points at the question mark on your flank >You roll your eyes >These guys sure are eager "Are you done?" you ask >She gets something dark in her eyes, walked up to you just an inch away, and tilts her head up while her eyes glare at you "How said the ogre could talk?" >You shake your head "Isn't it a bit embarrassing to still wear a plastic tiara?" >Her eyes widens and her visible teeth clenches before a grim scowl enters her face >She jumps on you but you're on it and simple shoves her back and then jumps back >You then hits her in the face with a well placed punch >While you have poor motor skills, your physical ablities translated into that of a filly when you became one >You're fine in strength, at least you had trained more than an average child has done >Does this math make sense? >Silver spoon makes herself small and looks at you with a scared look on her face as you give her a blank look >Down on the ground Tiara rubs her red bruised cheek "I'm gonna tell Dad about this. You will so pay," she says >You climb down upon her and punchs her on one of her hooves leaving another small bruise "Who are you gonna tell, huh?" you asks with a bit of darkness in your voice >Small teardrops start to well in her eyes and a few runs down her cheeks >She hiccups "I- I- I'll tell no-one," she answers after staring into your dark eyes for a while. "I won't tell anypony about this I swear." >You nod "That's good because otherwise you know what will happen to ya." You make a small bone cracking sound with your hoof against the other hoof. >You step of the filly "Now get lost," you tell them and gestures away with a hoof >Tiara crawls up on her hooves and they start booking it >As you watch them run away, you weren't naive tothink that this was over, or maybe it was, but most likelyTiara's ego would lead her to try to take revenge on you >Probably gossip about you being somekind of maniac around the school >But then again, a filly like that must be known for her bad behavior, it was more likely that it would give her street credit on the school yard >Whether this was respect +1 or -1 was up in the air but you had no doubt that Tiara would tell her parents and they would probably side with their daughter "Woah! You're buckin´ awesome filly," a female voice says behind you >You turn around and blonde unicorn filly in sunglasses, red jacket, and a fucking half-finished, glowing cigarette at her hooves looks at you with an almost giddy expression
And something short to finish up this 45-min shift.
Anon the cutie was pushed on the swing by her mom, Twilight Sparkle.
"Higher, Purple! Higher!" Anonymous shouted back to Twilight who wore a content smile.
As the swing return to Twilight, Anon readied herself to be pushed again but instead she swings to about the swing's highest point and feel herself get grabbed by two forehooves. She was then lowered back to the swing's lowest point where Twilight's body and chest floof is pushed into her face by the powerful embrace Anon finds herself in.
Twilight craned her head around Anon and caressed Anon's right cheek with one of her own.
"Uhmmm," Anon said while flushing red on her cheeks. "This is very cozy and I kind of wanted more speed, mommy."
Anon's nervous gaze met Twilight's loving and content gaze as Twilight draggeda hoof through Anon's mane.
"Oh, Anon, my foal. I love you," she said and planted bit kiss on your forehead.
from /mlp/ "What?" >"I said, can I get a fuckin' Travis Scott burger, retard?" >That's the last straw. >This fucking ugly-ass dog keep showing up at your door every week doing stupid, annoying shit. >But enough is enough. >The Travis Scott burger is a piece of shit, and if this pony thinks it can get away with mentioning it's unholy name in your house, much less asking to /buy/ one, it's got another thing coming. >"W-woah!" >In a fit of rage, your grab the filly by the scruff of her neck and carry her inside >"P-put me down, nigger-faggot!" >You toss the lil shit onto your couch, and lock your door >Stomping over to your kitchen, you grab a flyswatter you keep around the house to shoo away the pegasi that sometimes fly into your dining room whenever you have sushi >Walking back into your living room, you march over to the filly on your couch and flip her over so her ass is sticking up. >*SMACK!* >"FUCKING SHIT! WHAT THE HELL?!" "That was for the time you chewed up my car's tires!" >*SMACK!* >"Oo-o-o-ow!" "That was for when you pissed on my leg that one time I let you into my house!" >*SMACK!* >"Sssshit!" "THAT was for sitting outside my window on Sunday for 4 hours doing that weird fucking mating call when I was trying to sleep!" "And this..." >You stand up "...This is for having the GALL to ask for a god-damn Travis Scott burger." >You unzip your pants and pull down your underwear >"W-what are you going to do?" >Despite the shakiness in her voice, the growing smile on her face betrayed her faux-fear >Grabbing the bastard, you flip her over onto her back, and slip your erect cock into her virgin fillyhood >"OH FUCK!" >Shouting out, she wrapped her forelegs around your shoulders and you started to speed up >Her tongue started to stick out of her gapping mouth >Taking the opportunity, you embraced her in a deep kiss, licking her tongue and sharing as much saliva as you could with her. >Breaking your locked lips for a moment, the green mare shouted in your face >"FUCK ME HARDER!" >You grab the tiny pain-in-your-ass by the thighs, and lean back so that she was sitting on top of you instead of you lying on top of her. >She begins moaning as she bounces on your dick, doing everything she could to cum. >Lunging at your face, she sticks her tongue into your mouth and pushes as much of her spit down your throat as she can. >You two share in each other's warmth for a while, fucking like animals and making out. >Until… >"AAAAaaaahhh~~" >The pony's eyes shoot open and she arches her back, pulling away from you as your groin is soaked in her marecum. >The sensation is too much for you to handle, and you follow suit, blasting thick ropes of semen into the depth of her uterus. >She falls onto your chest; both of you panting as your hold each other in your arms. >The tiny horse in your arms is immediately asleep, snoring like an alarm clock. >God damnit. >Well, might as well /try/ to get some sleep.
>This is it, the end of the line. >A quick check by everyone and it's ready >A camera pointed right at Anonfilly >times have gotten tough and dough doesn't turn to bread by itself "Sup, sluts, ready for some-" >The microphone is being throated by her "Pussay." >A Blip for the donation >a buzz for the filly. "Getting an early start faggots? Let's see how long you can last." >Marathon streams to temp them for a task they can never win. >Pretty sweet that all of you sound the same. >like a well lubed hole you went in and out of the spotlight for hours on end "Next time hoersers you'll get there one day. See yah latter tonight. Oh, and mr. Megadick, tell your spawn to finish her homework next time." >"Hmmm, just barely. We're saving up slowly." "Fuck, how much longer can we take this." >"Until Twilight gives up her excitement, or the statistics prove to be too much." "It's retorical." >"Suck my dick." "No you faggot." >"Turn it off! It's still on!" "Fuck!" >The stream cuts as the internet's greatest mystery is almost lost forver.
>>279439 → //------------------------------// // I Do Not Like Them // Story: Trust Once Lost // by Greenhorne //------------------------------//
“Well, that could have gone better.” Applejack sighed.
“How is she doing?” Twilight inquired.
“Well, I got her to calm down, finally.” Applejack said, “It looks like seeing Scootaloo’s eye set her off again, and then there was Rainbow - ugh, ah really shouldn’ta yelled in front of Green, that was stupid.”
“I can certainly understand why you were mad at Rainbow,” Twilight consoled, “But she wasn’t entirely honest with you about why she was there.”
“Ah could figure that one out on my own thanks, Twi.” AJ fumed, “Dash had her all alone ‘an terrified, and then Green was trying to apologize for getting Dash in trouble.”
“What I mean is, she didn’t tell you the real reason she was up there.” Twilight explained, “Rainbow just wanted to keep an eye on them in case they started fighting. She wasn’t trying to ambush Green.”
“Well that’s still not a good enough-” Applejack stopped and sighed, “Ugh, fine. Maybe Ah did jump to conclusions, but Dash should be completely capable of explaining herself. Anyway Green's in bed now an' - aww shoot."
"What is it?"
"She hasn't eaten anythin'." Applejack said. "Ahm the worst foster parent ever, I've had her three hours and ah've already frightened her half to death and sent her to bed without dinner."
>>282819 My stomach ached from hunger, and it was my own stupid fault for not eating that cake when I had the chance; Of course, the ache could also be the guilt I was feeling for screwing everything up. Not eating the cake was just one mistake on a list of many and at least hunger was a burden I could bear alone.
There was a soft knock at the door and my heart seized. What had I forgotten? Did I mess something else up without even realizing it? Maybe I had made someone feel so bad that they felt like they had to apologize to me.
My eyes widened. What if somepony told Pinkie that I didn’t like her party and it crushed her will to live because she wasn’t able to fulfill her cutiemark talent and-
I exhaled sharply and took a slow breath in. Now my chest hurt.
“Green, are you still awake?” Asked Applejack.
I breathed a sigh of relief that it was Applejack and not somepony else; and that her voice didn’t sound upset.
“Yeah,” I called back, “I’m awake.”
Applejack walked into the room and in the dim light I could make out that she had something balanced on her back.
“I noticed you didn’t eat anythin’ so I brought ya somethin’”
“Thanks, Applejack,” I said
“Ain’t no trouble,” Applejack replied, “ can’t have ya goin’ ta bed hungry now can we?”
It smelled like... apples. Of course it was apples. I didn’t like apples, but I couldn’t very well tell Applejack that now could I? I’m pretty sure she was still in a feud with the last pony that had dared admit that in front of the apple farmer.
The apple fritter was no doubt leftovers from the party, but Applejack had gone to the trouble of reheating it and not just in a microwave (did ponies even have microwaves?). She was an excellent cook and the pastry was buttery and crispy - if it wasn’t for the filling it would have been a real treat. As it was, I was hungry enough to just eat it, so I did. I thought happy thoughts as I did so - Applejack would be able to tell if I wasn’t happy, and she would think she had done something wrong.
“Thanks Applejack,” I said, “It was really nice of you to be thinking of me.”
“Y’all were really hungry weren’t ya?” Applejack noted.
Oh no, had I eaten it too fast? I tried to feel around to see if I’d dropped any crumbs in the bed; it was too dark to see clearly.
“Ya know ya can tell me if yer hungry, right?” Applejack said, “I won’ get mad.”
Damnit, now she thinks I’m too shy to even ask for food. I mean, to be fair, I didn’t ask for food when I was hungry, but that was only because I’m tough and I didn’t want to bother anypony; and I didn’t tell her I don’t like it because disliking food which someone gives you is immature... right?
Oh god, I was shy wasn’t I?
I managed to suppress my immediate urge to say I was sorry.
“Thanks,” I said levelly, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
>>282820 A few years ago Fluttershy couldn’t have imagined herself willingly going to a party, but so long as her friends were there it really wasn’t so bad. She had hoped to see how the filly she’d met with Luna a few nights back was doing, but it seemed like the guest of honor was too shy to make much of an appearance. Fluttershy could certainly relate.
The party had ended a little while ago, but Fluttershy stayed behind to help tidy up a bit.
“Hey Fluttershy.” Applejack greeted.
“Oh,” said Fluttershy, “Hi Applejack.”
The farm pony looked more worn out than she expected at the relatively early hour.
“Ah was wondering if you could help me with somethin’” Applejack said, “When I’m dealin’ with Green Ah’m honestly a mite lost an - well I don’t mean any offense, but you have experience with this sort of thing, don’t you?”
“Oh the poor little thing.” Fluttershy responded, “I noticed she was looking very frightened, but I didn’t want to say anything in case it embarrassed her. I’m afraid I’m much better with animals than I am with children.”
“Ah’d ask you to talk with her tomorrow,” Applejack said, “But I’m not sure if introducing her to more ponies at the moment is the best idea. Ah know she’d agree to it, but Ah honestly don’t think she has it in her to say no.”
“Oh, we’ve actually met before.” Fluttershy admitted.
Applejack gave a confused look. “At the party?”
“Oh,” said Fluttershy, “No I saw her in a dream.”
“Princess Luna?” Applejack surmised.
“I was very surprised when Luna contacted me in my dream to ask for help, but when she told me there was a filly lost in the forest I just couldn’t say no.”
The pegasus shrunk in on herself.
“She knew who I was but she was still afraid, trying to make herself look smaller.” She explained, “I don’t want to be mean, but she was acting like a little bunny, I think just having us be so much larger than her made her freeze up. When I was down at her eye level she was much less afraid.”
The earth pony had a thoughtful expression.
“She knew who Ah was too,” Applejack explained, “An’ she thought I had magical honesty powers that would make her spill all her secrets. She was so frightened to speak with me that she threw up.”
“Oh!” Fluttershy gasped. “My.”
“We managed to get that misunderstanding cleared up,” Applejack explained, “But it makes me wonder what ponies have been saying about us. Are we really that famous?”
“I had no idea,” said Fluttershy, “We should probably ask Rarity about that I’m sure she would know.”
“Well that troubling revelation aside, what I wanted to ask you about was how I can help with her anxiety.” Applejack said, “What helps you when you’re feeling anxious?”
“Oh,” Fluttershy traced a circle on the floor with her hoof, “I mean, you know I like animals. Animals don’t frighten me like ponies do because they’re not cruel.”
She paused, realizing what she was saying, and started to backtrack. “I mean, not that all ponies are cruel, or even most ponies-”
“It’s alright Shy,” Applejack consoled, “Ah know what ya mean.”
“With animals I can understand what they want from me, and I know I won’t say the wrong thing and embarrass myself, or hurt somepony’s feelings, so I can just be myself.”
Fluttershy slumped a bit.
“I don’t know if Green likes animals though,” said Fluttershy, “I know some ponies can find them scary because they don’t understand.”
“Is there a way I should be speaking with Green when she’s anxious? Things Ah should be sayin’?” Applejack questioned. “Ah got a whole bunch o’ advice from Dayglow but Ah’m not sure Ah understood all of it.”
“Well when I’m feeling overwhelmed I like to wrap myself in a blanket and drink some tea. I like knitting too, it helps take my mind off things.” Fluttershy explained before looking down at the floor, “To be honest, when it used to get really bad there were weeks where I could barely make myself get out of bed. Rainbow came to check on me and bring me food - she was really worried about me. I’m really glad to have friends like you I can talk to now, when I was just relying on Dash I felt like such a burden sometimes.”
“So Ah need to find Green some friends?” Applejack asked.
“Oh, no!” exclaimed Fluttershy, “I mean, yes, but... I don’t know. I certainly know I wouldn’t have appreciated anypony trying to force me to socialize with other ponies, but... maybe if they had I would have been better off? The first time I was really forced to interact with other ponies my age was at flight camp, and I got bullied because I wasn’t a strong flier, and because my legs were too long, and -”
Applejack could see Fluttershy was starting to get distressed and placed a hoof on her friend’s shoulder.
“Ah get the picture.” Applejack said, “Children can be down right rotten to each other. Maybe if ah help Green with her coordination and strength it will help her feel more comfortable around ponies her age? An’ if she’s comfortable being around you maybe y’all could drink some tea together? She’s having trouble picking things up with her hooves so she’d prob’ly find knitting a mite frustrating.”
>>282821 I had a much easier time falling asleep than I had expected. So much anxiety, so much uncertainty but, as soon as I had food in my belly, my body decided it was time to sleep and I had no desire to fight it.
When I saw Luna, still in her filly form, waiting for me in the dream I just felt tired. I’m not sure how you can feel tired in a dream, but I did. I just wanted to be alone and here was another pony I had to interact with.
“Princess Luna.” I bowed. “I, er, good evening.”
“Rise, my little pony.” Luna commanded. “We have much to discuss.”
>>282867 I know that feeling. The energy and community is nice here, but we're so few. I've been going back to /mlp/ frequently ever since the rona picked up, the first time I've done so since this site came into being. Sure you have the niggers and jews shitting up threads, but with the deluge of people threads are far more likely to sustain activity. If we were on /mlp/ with the activity we have right now, we would die.
>>282868 Worry not Anon I'm working on writing a bad green text that isn't even green. Will hopefully add a few more embers to the flame. I frequent both sites but I'll say this place is way more comfy and will always be the home in my heart.
"Oi! Purple," you say. >Twilight sparkle puts the tome she is reading down on the crystal table and turn to you "What is it, Anon?" >You swipe your hoof from your chest and high up in the air till it stops in high, extened position "Seig heil!" you shout >You then give Twilight a shit-eating grin >She raises her eyebrows at you >Her pupils dart from side to side >And then she shrugs and return to reading her book after mumbling, "...Okay... Anon?" >You frown and rests your elbows on the table while your head rests in your hooves
>You look between your legs and then qucikly away "Haa-hah-haaa..." you gasp out as your eyes get watery but no tears fall >You embrace yourself tightly Why did this have to happen? >You mange to get your tail to cover your crotch How I'm I gonna get a wife now?
>It's nighttime, and you are the filly >The second filly, to be exact >Twiggles accidentally making one of you was enough, but two? >Anon's gonna have a hell of a time >At least you know you're gonna be less of a shid from your... his? experience with Nonny >That and you don't have broken bullshit magic >But that isn't either of your problem right now >Your problem is this recurring nightmare >You start to drift off for the third time tonight, and it starts all over again >A swirling mass of black and grays chasing you through the Everfree >You start to see your house, and the edge of the forest - relief floods you >But you trip, and fall onto all fours >You remember that you're a filly now, and can't run like a human anymore >The swirling mass is inches behind you >Despite the nondescript nature of it, its existence shakes you to your core >It jumps on top of you... >And you wake up in a cold sweat once more >Fear grips you like the cold, unfeeling mass that was chasing you >It takes a while for you to calm down >Wasn't it Luna's job to stop that kind of thing? >Maybe you'll have to convince Anon it's the moon that's a celestial cunt, not the sun >Either way, you've had it with this bullshit >And you are not showing up to yourself like a scared little kid >...even if you are now exactly that: a scared little pegasus filly >Then it hits you, the perfect solution.
>You are a filly, but not the same filly >Must be Nonny >And your wonderful dream involving Luna and some lessons in flexibility is interrupted when your door creaks open >Damn, her reactions were realistic for a dream >Cracking open an eye and lighting up your horn, you search for the offender of your fantasies >Standing in your doorway, red in the face, was Green >What in the hell? >What could- >Oh >The nightmare >You acutely remember it, the first three weeks or so were a special kind of hell >That thing chasing you through the Everfree >But you refused to go to Anon >You can't have him thinking being a little filly made you a little bitch >Might have attributed to you becoming more abrasive than him, but still >Gotta have standards >So why is she here instead of her room? "You too, huh?" >Even in the near darkness, you can see the surprise on her face >"What? Me too? I just-" "Had a horrifying, recurring nightmare, right?" >The bewilderment on her face grew >"How did you-" "Relax, faggot. Like I said, 'you too.'" >You're both silent for a few moments >"You never told me." >The smidge of fear in her voice is masked by the unspoken accusation "I'm not five, can't go crying to an adult over a bad dream." >"I-" "I'm not gonna argue this. C'mere, it's probably less embarrassing if it's another filly." >You lift some of your covers, the implication obvious >Green just sighs, and crawls in next to you >Damn, she is soft and fluffy >Anon would probably kill to be you right now "And no lewd stuff until I figure out the psudo-moral implications of a clone." >"I wasn't-" Green cuts herself off, and sighs. "Goodnight, Nonny." "G'night Green." >"And uh... thanks." "Yeah." >You wait until she's asleep to snuggle up closer to her >You are definitely going to savor this
>You are the one, the only, the great and powerful Anonymous >In reality, the only thing great and powerful right now is the pain in your back >Couches are not meant for sleeping on >But that's your situation until Twiggles builds a new section onto your house for Green >Fuckin' how do you manage that two times? >Well, at least the sun isn't in your eyes this morning >Saves the burning fuck from your morning ritual, this time >But if you're up, you should fetch Nonny >She fuckin' hates it when she's woken up >Not that you're any better, but that's the fun part >Waitaminute >Her door's cracked open >We hate having the door cracked open >Peering through the crack, you see something that rivals that sleepover last week >Nonny and Green are snuggling together >Yeah, you're not stopping that >But it definitely solves the couch problem >And unlike a week ago, you know where your camera is >Tiptoeing around the house, you easily locate it >Tiptoeing back, you line up the perfect shot to capture the adorable scene >Click! >Oh yeah, you're puttin' this one in a frame >You leave them be, and go on your way to make your morning coffee >Yeah, today's gonna be a good day
>The comfy fur of the ponies remind you of a dream. >A living ever changing one. >A wing brushes over your withers. >sparks and lightning flash through your vision >You're now careful enough to not make a sound. >"mmmm, good filly." >N-n-n-n- yes you too. >Zecora, and Spike are truly blessed to actually live in pony land >You are too. >"Nonny, you've been such a good filly. It'll only be fifteen lashies from Dashie." >She hears your sniffle >The tears well up. >"There there, you're almost a real pony. Let it out." >All this time. >Almost there. >"Remember what it means to truly be a pony?" >A quick nod. >"You'll have to say it while Dashie does her lashies. Then just the mystery surprise." >oh >if you were a real pony would ask more, but you're not yet. >almost >almost... >"Yawn, ready for a day for some pony crackalackin'? That looks like a yes to me!" >It'll be a joy to hear your own voice once again >The voice of a real pony.
"But then... I... No, what have I done?" you asks as you fall to your knees >With your hand, you motion with a blue amgic aura around it for Pinkie to be pulled out of the blue glowing sphere and be placed back onto the ground >She is unhurt >You look up at the face of the purple alicorn that removed the the blindfold around your metaphorical eyes so that you could see the truth and a new perspective on them along with it >She looks at you with pity "Anon..." she begins softly. "Take me to my execution," you says and the mane six along with Spike gasps. "It's what I deserve as an evil villain." >Twilight looks at you with pity again >She extends a hoof and places it on your shoulder "Anon, you're not evil," she says >You swipe her hoof away "Yes, I'm. You of all ponies know what I have done!" you shout melodramtically >She stubbornly puts back her hoof on your shoulder and looks into your eyes with a pair of strict eyes >She nods "Yes, Anon. Your actions were evil-" Even though you just declered it for yourself, you wince at her words. "-but you-" With her wings, she cups your cheeks and lifts them up to meet your gaze. "-are more than just evil. There's good inside of you I have seen it. There's hope for you." >Tears wells up in your eyes faggit >Your chest heaves and you gasps "And yes, you will have to live with what you have done but I believe in you. I'll offer you a road to redemption," she says >Your gaze fall to the floor of your sanctum "Anon, look at me," she speaks again and your eyes meet again. "If you didn't care about right or wrong and begin in the right why then did you save Pinkie right now? You could have used her as a hostage and prolonged our battle of ours but you didn't because-" She takes a breath deep breath. "-when I finally got through to you, you saw the errors of your ways, didn't you?" >You don't answer >You don't feel like you deserve to defend yourself, regardless of how wierd that sounds >Then you realize something "Even if I took what you purpose, the ponies of Equestria won't forgive me for what I have done. So I don't think you redemption road can be a reality, your highness. But thank you, but...." "Yes, that's true but if Anonymous, the dark sorcerer, where to die then, the vengence these ponies seek would have been fullfilled, right? So what if we faked your death?" >You look glumly at the floor but nod >Beggers can't be choosers afterall so if you were to live your life in exil then so be it "That's sounds okay. I can live with exil," you look up and give her a weak smile >She shakes her head "Anon, I'm not talking about exil. I want you to come and live with me at the castle. We could work on magic together and I and my friends-" She nods to the other mares. "-could work on your rehab and redemption." >You shake your head "Twilight, Ponies will eventually notice that me and then your subordinates will never trust you again. You have already done enough for me. I don't wanna cause yo anymore trouble." >She smiles "Yes, ponies will notice if you stay in that form. Yes, but I have another idea in mind..."
I feel like I shouldn't ask for this knowing my history of a constant string of failures but could I ask for a prompt? My only condition is that does not involve someone or some character that I'm not familiar with. I don't wanna do research.
>>282978 If you're looking for something to do in general, finish this please. >>282967 I've been aching for a green like this, and it's the perfect start. If you're looking for something new to do though, >Filly gets booted out of Twilight's place >Has to live on the streets >Has wacky and/or horrific homeless adventures
From https://boards.4channel.org/mlp/thread/35873499: >"I'm gonna jump." "Uh-huh." >You and Floor Bored are sitting on the ledge of a rooftop, plastic shopping bag crinkling with the intermittent gusts of wind whipping over the skyline of the city, several bags of chaaaps lighter than you came up here with. >"I'm serious." "I know." >You shove more pork rinds into your filly face, too many to close your mouth. You make loud and gross chewing noises as Floor Bored gets on all fours and peers over the edge to the street below. >Parked cars line the treeless streets, some with boots. Old Carnival Food sales papers do dervish dances over the gravely asphalt. A stray dog pants in the shade of an apartment stoop. >"Do you think it's tall enough?" "Seventy feet tall enough?" >"How many hooves is that?" "Like three hooves per foot?" >"Human feet aren't that big..." "Tall enough if you land on your head." >"You think?" "Well," >You stretch, stand, and peer over the edge with her. Your manes touch, brought together by another blow of wind. "That's concrete, right? You're not aiming for the road." >"No, that's too far. I might land on a car and break my fall." "Right. So if you land on your head, you'll probably break your neck." >"Don't some ponies just get paralyzed, though?" "Some people do, yeah. I don't think we're high enough for a sure-fire kill." >"Mmmmnnnn..." >You turn back to the get more pork rinds. >"I wrote a note." "What's it say?" >"Uhm..." Floor digs through her hoodie pockets, scattering crumpled Milkyway wrappers to be carried off to parts unknown. She pulls out a napkin. "I've exhausted hope/I've nothing left/My flank is not blank, it's marked for death." Her green eyes waver, searching you for approval, "Too cheesy?" "Nah, I dig it. Short, sour, simple." >She's kinda cute when she smiles. >"Thanks. B-But I don't want to jump and not die..." "Shame we don't have a gun." >"Yeah..." >You sit down again on the ledge, looking around the rooftop for anything that could help. >You look down. "What about the bag?" >"If I'm unconscious, I won't be able to make sure I hit my head." >You root around in the bag. "Didn't you buy some gum? Maybe you could choke as you fall." >"They were out of cinnamon five." "That sucks." >You pull your head out and look around the rooftop again. HVAC units, some radials... "Oh, hey. There's some broken bottles over there. Repairmen forgot to clean up after drinking on the job." >"Hmmm... do you know where any arteries are on a pony?" "Nope." >"Maybe I could swallow some glass..." "That sounds hard." >"And painful." "More than cutting open an artery?" >"It'd take longer." "True." >Floor Bored sighs, looking back over the ledge again. "I-I should've been more prepared..." "We could find a taller building?" >She shakes her head, "Anywhere else would be too imponyal, you know?" "Impersonal." >"Imponyal." "That's stupid. You're stupid." >"You're stupid." "Why does it need to be personal?" >"I'd like to feel at home while dying..." "Then off yourself in your home." >"I've already tried that. It's hard to do alone." "So you want me for moral support?" >"Yeah. And this roof is basically our home together, so I thought..." "That's nice." >"Yeah." "We could go to your place?" >"It's... dirty." "You're dirty." >"Yeah, but..." "And you're gonna die. Why do you care?" >"I'll still be alive when you see it!" "... Eh, point." >She starts to tear up. "Why does it have to be so hard to kill myself? Why can't I just press a button and be done with it?" "If it was easy, everyone would do it." >She doesn't respond. She just lays next to you and cries. >You put a hoof on her greasy, tangled mane and pet her. >The two of you stay like that for a while. >Afternoon turns into evening. >She stopped crying a while ago. She's just laying down, now. >Rotting. "Wanna go watch some porn?" >"... nnn." "We can eat each other out." >"... okay."
Bonus points if you can guess what game I've been playing recently off of just this. "Oh god..." >"H-hey, it's, uh... everything will be over soon." "I know I've been a little bitch about it all..." >You hug her close, but she pushes you away. >"Sorry, I just... it'll get pretty close and I don't want anything to happen more than it needs to." "I understand, I don't deserve it." >"No, you know I... fuck it." >She pulls you in for a tight hug. "D-don't stop..." >"You know I have to, Nonny." "Mom, I don't want to die..." >"Nopony does, sweetie. I... I'll see you there soon." >You can hear clanking on the cold metal floors of the compound, fast approaching. "Don't let go, please! Did I ever tell you how much I love you, Twilight? I don't-" >She pushes you to the floor, tears welling in her eyes as you watch her shut them. >You can hear that infernal screaming now. >Why the fuck did you have to be a biologist before you came to Eq- >Be Twilight Sparkle >"Nine-tailed Fox Commander, are you okay doctor?" "I..." >"We've bagged 096, but there are several escaped artifacts left in the facility. You should come with us." "Of course." >You turn back to look at your baby, but one of the gruff stallions puts up a hoof, stopping your head's rotation. >"Not now. Wait for the undertaker." >You whimper softly as you tag along behind the group of soldiers through the darkened facility. >Why would someone keep that photo lying around? ~Fin
>>283024 >Banjo music >I think this is refrence to that one movie that I haven't seen >Oh, well here we go anyway
>You wake up as someone moved around and in their movements strokes and poke you >Or somepony "Ugh, Applebloom," you mutter as you open your eyes to a yellow face belonging to a filly with a red mane >She smiles contently and then she nuzzles you >You know better though; this isn't your first rodeo - she is still asleep >She untangle yourself from her hooves and your shared blanket and stand up from the pile of hay that the two of you are sleeping on >You stretch and yawn as you walk passed the game board with piece and their positions saved from yesterday on the floor of the barn's loft >You tremble slightly >Its cold so you look around till you find a pile of what looks like a green and yellow blanket >The "blanket" looks is a square and whose hems are green and in that way forming a green square >Its colored so that it alternates between large green squares and smaller yellow squares on its surface >It also has a hole in one of its corners >You hid dive your head under it and then the rest of your body >Soon enough, you find the hole and sticks your head through it >Now, when you finished wearing your pony poncho, you find your black stetson hat edge resting on the radio >You put it on and start the radio and change the channel to one with clam music but not too loud to wake the other pony up >Just enough that it would eventually wake her >You hear the calm shredding of banjo strings >One final touch - you put a straw in your mouth and leave >Climbing down the laddar from the loft with hooves sure is scary >After walking the trip from the barn to the house's garden, specifically to its row of currant bushes >Clusters of red bearies hang from the branches underneath empty several platic bowls stand >You had placed them their yesterday evening >You begin to stand on your hindlegs and with your front hooves shake the bushes so that the bearies fall into bowls bellow >These bearies are too small to be picked by bearies >Or well, that's what you think bu Granny smith appearently can do it >You look passed the foggy fields to the east and over the everfree forrest into the horizon Hope Braeburn holds them keeps them there longer than planned. He has a talent for that afterall. >You snicker at your own comment "What are you laughin' about?" a filly's voice asks you from behind >You turn to se Apple Bloom walking towards you dressed in a yellow poncho with giant red apples with extending green leaves on it and light brown stetson >You smile at her and she smiles back "Heh, I was just thinking about how the others might have it right now," you say >She nods and walks up to your side >She nuzzles you and nuzzle back "Brrrr. Its cold today ain't it?" she says as you break from each other. "And the dew in the grass ain't helpin'" She rubs her front hooves together "Yeah," you say, nod, and continue with your work >Apple Bloom also starts to shake the bearies off >You quietly work for a couple minutes until two bowls each are done >Then Apple Bloom bites down on the edge of one of the bowls and places it on your back >You make sure to balance yours as you put the other bowl on her back >The two of you remove the key from its hiding spot and enter the quiet house >You walk to the kitchen and place the bowls on the counter "Ah, start with breakfeast. You want porridge, right?" Apple Bloom says >You nod "With apple purée and milk, yeah." you say and smile at her >She looks at you for a moment "What'cha smilin' at?" she asks, smiling as well. "Well," you say closing the distance,"how can I not smile when I get to spend tiem with such an incredible filly, sis?" >Your lips met and for a moment you just enjoy the other >Then Apple Bloom pushes you back with a hoof and giggles while shaking her head "Get out, Anon, and maek yerself useful by bringing in another bowl, we can't waste this day like we did yesterday," she says and blushes "Alright, M'lady," you says and tip your hat at her before leaving >As you walk out, back towards the bushes; a specific song comes to mind and even more specifically a certain lyrical part of it You're just a bunch of incest lesbian hookers~ you sing in your head as you bob your head from side to side but then you realize something Wait, I'm I a hypocrite? Inb4 eternal debate about filly being gay or not I hope this was to your liking. Don't know if it lived up to the request or not.
>>283079 Nice. Should have gotten a doctorate in badassery. Any hints for the game played? Probably a horror game. Maybe it's that scp game. >>283086 Yeehaw. >tfw your new job as lesbian incest pone hooker pay the bill and the thrills. >>283068 A legion of epic sax filly.
>It's been three months and three years for being a little filly. >A cunt is between you and your manlyness. >It's THOTery at its pinnacle. >Surprisingly it isn't Twilight. >The scientists and mages are getting fed up, but it's slow. It'll be another three years till they figure out what the hell they almost did. >If only there was someway to go back in time and see what was erased... >Maybe a memory spell... >It's time to gather the science team. The longer the delay the harder the magic will be to cast. >RIP good filly points instead of mommies milkies and tendies it'll be freshly served whoopass and freedom. >"It's really not that big of a deal we'll just go back a little see what it is, and head back. Stable closed time loop." >Aw their going to jinx it. >"Easy peasy, nothing can go wrong." >"We'll supply you with as many retries as required, give the word. I should mention this the timelines you're going inti technically don't exist so things may change between them. Gather at least a dozen finished equations then we'll see what fits here. >I want my lumps, and cake, but first an impression. "I'll be back. Hasta la vista, bayby." >What do (You) do with consequence free timetravel at your hooves...
>Day number in place. >Why had you thought that you would change when you went to Equestria? >Why would you think you would change even after you got turned into a filly? >You had tried to turn over a new leaf and be outgoing, but one doesn't change at the drop of a hat. >It was only a few days until you slipped right back into your quiet ways, and you didn't even have the internet for some modicum of living contact. >Twilight didn't even have any lewds in her library. >So, your days grew into weeks, rarely leaving your room. >When you were dragged out, your steadily lengthening mane was a convenient shield from the world. >None could know what thoughts drifted about your head. >It was another of those days of getting dragged out. >This time, it was fortunately somewhere away from the general public. >Animals mulled about nearby as Twilight poured some tea for herself, Fluttershy, and you. >At least she wasn't as noisy, even if they were all nice. >Um. >Twilight's friends, that is. >The tea slowly creeps down, sip by sip, in silence. >About halfway through, Twilight and Fluttershy exchange a look, then turned toward you as they set their cups down. >They must've been planning something... >"So... Anon..." >Here it comes. >"We've been talking, and we've decided. I know you're a quiet pony, and don't get out very much, even though you're a very nice pony..." >Purplesmart didn't know what went through your mind. >"Since you're so quiet, we thought that maybe living with Fluttershy for a while would help you learn how to cope and flourish in Equestria? She's had some experience with that after all." >The butter pony smiles slightly and rubs one foreleg against the other as the two watch you. >Oh. >They must be expecting a response. "...okay." >It didn't make much difference to you, and they both looked happy to hear it. >"Wonderful! We can all pack up your things, then you can come back here and get settled in." >Your things? "I... don't really have anything to pack, though." >The two blinked a little. >"I'm sure there are a few things you have." "Nothing... important..." >You shrink behind your hair. "I'll just... stay here. Can I go inside?" >Fluttershy considers it for a moment. >"Well... I guess it's okay. Twilight and I will just get whatever you may have forgotten. I'll be right back, okay? Just try to get along with my animal friends." >You tensed up a little as they headed off toward Ponyville. "Y... yeah..." >Nopony around to hear that, dummy. >Quietly, you slip into Fluttershy's home and make your way upstairs to her bed. >The whole place smells of wildlife. >It seemed like you had just hopped up and laid down before you felt a thump on your head. >Prying open your eyes, you spied Fluttershy's white hellspawn scowling at you. "Uh... yeah. Hi. I'm... gonna live here now..." >You could feel your breath get just a bit deeper as you laid your head down again. >Three more rapid thumps, and you looked up to see the rabbit gesticulating wildly and making odd noises with a scowl. >Rabbits were kinda cute. >You look around. Fluttershy was going to be gone for a while, right? >Quickly, you scoop the bunny up in your hooves. "L... look. Angel... We're.. We're gonna have to get along somehow." >The rabbit struggles, and you lean in and sniff lightly. >Fluttershy must use some nice pet shampoo on him. "We... we can do things the hard way, or..." >You give a bit of a squeeze for emphasis. "...or we.. we can do things the n-nice way." >Your breath gets quicker as you lightly rub the rabbit's tummy with a hoof. >Glancing around again, you give a grin that you hope isn't too unsettling toward the frozen pet. "Y-you're... a rabbit, right? Hehh... heehhh... I... I hear you guys know a lot about that kind of stuff..." >You can feel your own breath washing back off of him from being so close. >Your hoof travels lower. "I... I can be real nice, y'know..." ---- >Oh... my. >Be Fluttershy. >It hadn't taken long for you to gather Anon's things at all. >A plush pony of some sort, and a blanket. >Twilight was nice enough to detail some of Anon's favorite foods, but... apparently there was one that she didn't know about. >You could feel your face burning as you saw the green filly on your bed with Angel. >Angel's little paws were gripping Anon's mane as she... um... >Oh goodness... >Her green hoof was between her hindlegs and... >Oh dear... um... >P... perhaps you should... just go make sure the chickens have enough feed and water. >Quietly, you sneak back downstairs, feeling a bit like when you stumble across your animal friends in the spring. >Rabbit squeaking catches your ears as you sneak out the door. >You'll just... not bring this up.
------- Felt like making a slightly lewd fic, and also felt like making a Fluttershy oriented fic. Sorry for long lurk. Hope you enjoyed.
>Be anon >You get transported to Equestria >Pretty fucking cool until you realize that ponies aren't xenophiles >Ponies reject you for being a human and an asshole
>You live with Twilight for the time being, mostly because ponies want her to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't eat or rape anypony >You try to rape Twilight at some point, but fail miserably due to magical countermeasures she put up >Most of those you're pretty sure was fucking lethal
>You and Twilight both kinda hate each other's guts at that point >Enter a series of tense moments that slowly escalates into fights without either of you trying to understand one another >Twilight eventually had enough of your shit and decides to reform you >By turning you into a filly
>You try chewing out Twilight, but you are a defenseless filly now >You are unable to protest against this because she's a fucking princess >Twilight actually puts the effort in making a cover story for you and forcibly attempts to adopt you through legal and psychological means.
>You resist at every single turn she puts you in, misbehaving and trying to sabatoge Purple's reputation to earn your freedom >Eventually your attempts at making Twicunt's life a miserable hell has taken it's toll >Purple actually reaches the breaking point and cries about why can't you just be a good filly and be happy with your life
>You protest that you were happy with your life before and that you are a **fucking adult** and that you aren't a **fucking filly** >Twilight is silent >You smile believing that you've won the battle and got Twilight to cave in to your demands >Twilight agrees that you aren't a filly and that you're an adult >You are overjoyed by this sensation that you're finally going to become human again
>Twilight goes over to a drawer and says that since you're an adult, you should be able to do adult things >Yfw you are puzzled and asked what she means by that >Yfw when she pulls out a strap-on >Yfw she puts it on
>>283164 Very nice. Didn't expect a shy Anonfilly or a ... I mean it's technically xenophillia because they are actually intelligent. Well played. I'm looking foward to more greens from you. Good job. Have a cute poner or two. >>283171 Well you made a... green of sorts that's for sure. >>Ponies reject you for being a human and an asshole >>You live with Twilight for the time being, mostly because ponies want her to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't eat or rape anypony <make sure you don't eat... anypony You have to explain that. >>You try to rape Twilight at some point, but fail miserably due to magical countermeasures she put up ... >Most of those you're pretty sure was fucking lethal Good. >>You and Twilight both kinda hate each other's guts at that point Uhhh, Twilight has good fucking reason to hate the actual rapist. >She then goes to do a morality righteous thing >Dum fuck nomnom Rape Anon makes her life hell >ending That's a light punishment for the crimes of pony committed. Especially if nomnom Filly rape is just one of those things dicks generally do. >>Ponies reject you for being a human and an asshole You had one job. Don't fucking rape the ponies, the pet dragon, or the fillers. Rape Anon here is the full self deluded self righteous shtick. Being rejected for actually raping, and abusing poners that makes sense. If rejected because you're human and that's it even with full support of the princess, her friends, and those your in close contact with daily. Everything is constant because anon doesn't have a grip on reality or a connection to others. You need context otherwise anon is a generic npc stand in. It follows the arching beats and commonalities of Anon turned Anonfilly, but it doesn't connect. Twilight, and the poners are the heros in the story. They properly engage with the world. Anon has no motive. He could have one and that changes everything, but he doesn't here. If you're going to do something you might as well do something right.
>Be Twilight Sparkle >You just got another report. >anonymous the resident crazy alien just molested and verbally abuse another foal, and her mother and father. >He insisted heavily his name be exactly as he wrote it. >Just like everything. >Then Rarity barges in. >"T-the brute he lifted my tail up and- and-" >She starts to break down. "He had his chances at society." >Spike comes in. >Then Big Mac looking furious. >For the good of everypony I'll lock him down, give him one more chance. >In the coming hours you relocated anon to a relatively unused part of the castle tower. >He's unable to leave. "Anon-" >"it's anon! Get it right you stupid purple whore. I love ponies, but damn you all are so so... delicious to look at." >You're not sure if he's playing up being a sentient eater to be scary or if he's genuine. >Buck. "Listen here fagatron you've been a right cunt you cock gargleing foal touching creep. You're this close to being turned to stone." >He finally looks taken a back. >Using whatever words he said seems to work. "Shape up, and be a better being." >Thank goodness BBBFF got that military drills sound the world book for you on short notice. "One last chance you're going to learn the magic of friendship or so help me I will unleash a rape storm of fury all over your anal cavity." >He had a dangerous look in his eye at the word of rape. >For the rest of the day you try to educate anon. >It's slow, and it's awful. >"So, everypony wants me to eat them." "No." >"They fear the power I have that I could eat them." "No." >"They would helplessly collapse if I threatened to eat them." "No. Just stop. No eating ponies. No threats. Just follow the checklist." >First contact with alien life and its this thing. >"Just stick it in my mouth and rub my tongue over it." >With the lessons a bust it's time for a practicable application if he learned anything. >A sleepover where he could reach me. >As the light of the moon highlighting me. >As I pretend to sleep. >He stands nude. >penis dangling >pulling back my sleeping bag. >Then the blanket. >He moves me carefully, slowly so he is all lined up. >then he attempts to thrust. >The smell of roasted sexual organ lingers in my mind. >"AHHHH! You cunt bitch ass-" >One more chance, but he can't ever leave here before that. >"You did this to me! This is supposed to be MY paradise! Mine!" >He'll never be able to get it working the same. >Weeks of verbal nastiness from him turns to months. >But today. Today is a picnic with my friends. >"Twiahlight, ah- don't burn yourself out over that no good feller." >"Yeah! Meanie pants mcmeaness isn't who matters most to us it's you." "But, I'm the princess of friendship..." >-a worthless purple cunt who can't even teach an average joe the meaning of friendship what a- >Yellow wings gently shake me. >"Oh my." >Rainbow Dash faces me. Her eyes tearing out the doubt in my soul. >"Come on slap yourself out of it. You saved Equestria time and time again, what did the alien do? Nothing." >Rarity just places her hoof on my shoulder. >Ah. >I understand. >One last chance. >To the castle, to anon. "Anon! I have a something for you." >"It's anon! Bit-" >KRRR-ZIP >A cute filly is now in anon's place. >"WAHHHHH you whore!" >Then she tries to bite me. >Her rants grew to shrill screeches. >She should be more pliable now. >A few weeks pass >Nothing has changed. >I can't take this anymore. >"You took everything good about being an adult away from me! I am an adult!" >took everything good away from me >oh I will get it back >I documented each step, recordings video, audio, and reports. >If I can't save this alien I'll help others with their urges. >But first to prepare the test subject. "OH. Yes, you are most definitely an adult." >She smiles smuggly. >A painful looking strap on dildo is brandished. >It vanishes in fear "Yes, an adult." >"Bu-but." "You insisted. In the butt." >What a sweet sound of victory. >It won't change what he did, but he'll make amends on his end.
>Months pass >Another one of anon's kind apeared. >except >"Howdy Twilight! Another fine day in poner land." >There was the accidental social misunderstandings, but he always made amends. >"What did you call me over for?" >Today, is the day he learns the truth. >A year since Anon, the second human, came here. "A... well I'll show you." >I've never seen a human look sickened like that. >Like a pony. >Then he has an idea. >"You've delt with the... criminal already, so what if you turned me into a pony as well and see if some of my friends actually make it here. They would really love that." >"This is going to suck. A fresh start though..." "I can do that. Let's get any personal business out of the way while you're still looking as you do." >"Yeah, good idea." >Months pass, and another person apears. >A different personality, a different person, even the one's that are dicks aren't hateable. >Some of them were creepy, and weird, and disgusting, some seemingly normal, some hiding things below, some with issues they try to tackle. >but not all the time >and not to a terrible degree. >Troublesome is their name, and fun is their game. >I've worked out a way to turn them back to who they were before, but I don't know what will happen to them. >But they all have became my friends. >I'm glad the first one came here. >I wish I could have acted sooner, but seeing everypony with a smile and hope... >my friends all being friends with everypony >it's magical. >No matter what happens they will stay near and dear to my heart.
>>283172 Hmm yeah, totally forgot to mention that omnivore part and how anon prefers meat to literally anything else the ponies comes up with.
>Everything he does gives them a sense of unease >Like when someone smiles with their mouth but not their eyes >The way the grass doesn't spring back up when he walks >The way the doors always creak when he pushes them open >How he never breaks into song during celebrations >His touch is warm, yet cold at the same time (magically clammy) >Nopony can feel the friendship coming from him
Everypony acts like he's a monster and anon craves the affection he delusionally believes he's entitled to since coming here. Yet he makes no bother to change himself by consistently being a complete asshole.
Still doesn't justify anything he does. Anon's a complete dumbass.
>>283172 I could also make a convoluted reason or series of misunderstandings or events that could lead anon to rationally rape Twilight. How the fuck could I do all that just to make the punchline of Twilight raping anonfilly.
>>283189 >>283191 >>283193 Ah that makes a bit more sense. >How the fuck could I do all that just to make the punchline of Twilight raping anonfilly. By doing it. You don't have to, but sometimes going the extra mile for a punch line can be pretty neat. It hard, and time consuming. No doubt about that. It's tough for me to get around to doing much of anything. It's alot of work for a few sentences/lines of green.
Not sure where the hell I put the green about a guy getting punched. Here we go this'll do. Lived some where kinda near these events. I heard it in through the grapevine so to speak. >I grew up in a small Midwestern town with a close knit group of friends. Among those friends were my current pastor, Joe, and current fiancé, Stacey. It was the type of town where everybody knew everybody. It was the one school, one restaurant, one church type of town. Due to the small population, people usually dated within their group of friends. Now I always had a crush on Stacey, but she had been dating Joe throughout high school and after. Joe was my best friend, so I kept my true feelings to myself. >Ultimately, Joe decided that he wished to enter the seminary and broke up with Stacey as a result. Seeing this as my opportunity, I comforted Stacey post break-up and eventually asked her out myself. Years passed and Joe was now a priest while Stacey and I were considering marrying. The pastor we had all grown up with in our hometown church died, and Joe was offered the position. Thrilled, he took it. It was his chance to give back to the town that raised him. Stacey and I went to church every Sunday. Joe was like family. >I asked Stacey to marry me, and we began the process of planning the wedding. We were excited to hold the wedding at the church, as we had been going there for decades. We were even more excited to have Joe as the celebrant. It was all very fitting. The perfect wedding. I visited Joe to ask him to celebrate our wedding, assuming the answer will be of course. To my surprise, Joe flat out refused. Told me to go somewhere else. It was a "conflict of interests," according to him. >I went to see him several times more, but the response was always the same. Bewildered, I demanded to know why. Our conversation erupted into shouting and Joe confessed that he, not me, was the right husband for Stacey. I felt betrayed not only by my best friend but by God, considering that I had always seen God through Joe. Without thinking I punched Joe. His eye puffed up like a cotton ball. >Within hours the whole town knew. Even after explaining the story, Stacey was furious and walked out on me to console Joe. I received a call from her that night stating she was staying with her sister and wanted to call the wedding off. I fell into a deep depression and locked myself inside. A few days later I received a knock on my door. It was the police. Apparently Joe hadn't been seen since the incident. Being the last person to see him, I was a person of interest. They asked why I had hit Joe. I told them if it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe, I'd been married a long time ago, where did you come from where did you go, where did you come from cotton-eye Joe? Even worse I found it on plebbit. Where did you go greentext pic. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOYZaiDZ7BM Not quite the green. It does have hoers though. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPxoeJTnjCs
>>283216 Sorry that's not filly related content. Here we go, hopefully it's only slightly shitty. I don't think this quite counts, but here we go.
>Be me Anonymous >It's Nightmare Night >Shame there's so many 'chores' to do afterward the following week. >Being an immortal filly is one hell of a rush. >They never expect the same filly to outlive them. >Decide to wear the most horrific costume I could come up with that's kid friendly. >pic related. >Since it's a costume it won't ever get too kid friendly. >Fucking fags- "Whoa." >Stilts are a pain to use, but it'll be worth it. >"Careful Anon don't want to ruin you're costume. The yearly tug-of-war challenge hasn't even started yet." >Still think it's an advertising propaganda campaign to make sure costumes are sold every year. >Whatever, winning again this year will be fun. >"Hey! Hey you I bet I'll beat your flank!" >Ugh, it's Caged. >Never quite got around to finding out if she got a family name and don't really care to. "No, no I think not." >Looking down at her from my stilts she looks small and puny. >"Yah hunh! If I win you have to obey everything I say for a or two week." >Hold on. "Sure thing kid, and if I win you have to do what ever I say for two weeks." >"Deal!" >Easiest way of getting out of chores, if only Tom Sawyer and Huckle Berry Fin could see me now. >"You have to use thw stilts though!" >You poor poor foal. >Physics is my ally. >First candy, then winning. >The moon caresses us. >It's time. >"Okay everypony. This year It's The Mighty vs. The Champions." >Oh, hmm which one do I pick. >Caged goes for The Champions. >The Mighty it is then. >Still being in stilts. >Biting the rope. >It's awful, but victory only tastes sweet afterwards. >It's vicious. >Just have to get into position. >"Hah! It'll be our victory Anon!" "Grrr." >Hard to talk with rope in your mouth. >Come one one last pull. >"You'll see it's inevitable it even is visible-" >Now! >The flag goes clear over the line. >She has her eyes closed. >"of someone who was blind." "Open up your eyes. See the world from where I stand. Me, among The Mighty. You, Caged at my command." >audio file related
>>283228 You're going to have to explain that. >>283216 My post here doesn't have a filly. Even if it's about filly in a meta write fag level. It should properly explain that. >>283223 My other post here has a fillified example of quick, low, and dirty quality. Using the MLP movie song lyrics. The wtf factor is to fill it out without deeper contexts. It does solidify a line and it's a distracting side note. Mostly a distracting side note.
>>283191 >As for the "eating ponies" part, it may involve him being hungry enough to joke about eating a horse. Ponies weren't the same after that. But horses do have a real-life fear of being eaten by pretty much everything there is, possibly including humans.
>>283313 Duct tape solves all problems, and super glue. >>283311 >nohooves vs hooves Can't say I blame them. It's a rational superior choice. For the memes, and poners but people are fine too in their own ways.
Fresh OC from /mlp/. >"Anon, you know you were supposed to be home by 6:00 for dinner." "You know how playdates are, heh." >"It's 6:20. Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?" >You laugh a bit. "I'm a grown man Twilight, you don't have to-" >You freeze. >As in, you quite literally can't move. >Even your eyelids are locked in place, and your lungs are still. >You can only plead to nobody that the effect will pass. >After ten seconds you're beginning to lose hope. >Twenty seconds later, and your life is flashing before your eyes. >Why isn't Twilight doing anything? Surely she sees you by now but everything is silent. >Maybe you just can't hear anymore, she's coming to help you. >You black out. >You burst awake, whimpering as you feel the fresh sweat all over your pajamas. >It's that same nightmare again, drowning in air. >It always feels so real, the loss of your ability to breathe... >The first night, you tried to bear it alone. >But sitting in bed with the covers pulled up over your head made you feel smothered. >And of course you needed the covers over your head. >Sometimes there were things out there, in the dark. >You hadn't seen or heard any in the castle yet, but that didn't change the fact that some day there may be. >So you swallow your pride do exactly what you did that night. "MOOOOOOOOM!" >You don't want to die. "MOMMEEEEEEEE!" >That one woke her up, you can hear her hoofsteps coming, cantering at a worried pace. >"What's wrong Nonny?" "I had another nightmare..." >"Another one? Really?" "Y-yeah..." >"I'll have to talk to Luna about that, she should be intervening. Do you want to sleep with me again?" "Mhmm..." >She lifts you up by your midsection, hugging you with the warmth of her magic. >Tucking you in next to her, just like all the other nights. >It was humiliating at first, a grown man snuggling with 'her' 'mommy', but as time went on you became more accustomed to it. >Now you just appreciate her warmth as you get in close enough for her to wrap around you. >Your worries of asphyxiation are gone. >Your worries of monsters in the dark are gone. >Is this what happiness feels like? >Be Twilight >You're going to have to stop dosing Anon's portions with neuralase, any more and she'll start taking on brain damage. >But the amount you've given her is completely safe for a foal her size, other than the emotional damage she's suffered. >It hurt you to see her in pain like that, but she was so cold at first, so distant... >Now she's on-track to becoming your perfect daughter.
>go to school as filly >Hate it except you have a really nice filly friend >As you become teens she starts getting flirtier, casting more glances your way >You're noticing her hips and flanks are filling out more too >One day she asks, red in the face and stammering if you want to practice kissing. For boys, of course
"Hey, Anon... I was just wondering like... Have you ever had feelings? Like for mares? I just know, um, a friend who says that might have happened to her so I was just wondering." "Sounds a bit gay desu."
"Oh... I mean yeah, pfff. So dumb, right? Yeah totally... weird. Only a freak would fall for their best friend."
Imagine accidentally torturing your best friend by only dating colts and asking for advice all the time
"W-Well if it were me, id just be thankful for every second i get to spend with you a-and you know... We could stay up all night and do... Stuff."
"Huh, thanks sis. I guess I'll just break up with him. He isn't right for me."
"Wait, you will! Oh i mean, that's sad. Sorry it didn't work out. So um... What do you think about erm, maybe going out sometime maybe?"
"You know, after Chad, i could go for that. You're a great friend."
"... Oh. Yeah. Totally. What are friends for, right?"
Eventually she breaks down and just goes full Yandere, tying you up and aiming to prove how much she loves you by eating you out and feeding you "If I'm the only source of good things then maybe you'll learn to look at me as something more."
>>283347 >not unleashing the filly faggotry on friends Don't be a dense anime protagonist, you're a filly, and Anonymous, and a normal protagonist. Foal founding and fondling is at your hooves to become the perfect poner waifu.
If you could summon Twilight, Angery Bookhoers, Sparkle from anywhere with a few words when and where yould you use them?
>Be Anonymous, the filly >Empirical testing has shown it works everywhere >Now the final test is at hoof >"Why? Why did you enslave, rape, and pillage Equestria?" "Suck my teats." >"So, you like mmmm bananas?" "Hunh? WAI-" >Friendship beam to the moooooon! >well so far so good. >nothing but moon rocks and dust "Reading books is for the weak." >... "I said, reading books is for the weak!" >Well shit. >Hearing an explosion of rocks behind me. >It's at this moment I knew I figured up.
>>283429 10/10 Twilight hoofing my face. >>283430 I have something else that's just as good it's time for >rape >>283445 Would poke the deadly infectious bug just to hear the squeak toy sound. Also fire. Fire works.
>You're just the way you wanted >Green, four hooves, out of your old life >It's exactly how you imagined it >So, why aren't you happy? >You've tried to connect with the other ponies >It just doesn't fit >Something's always off >It feels like they only care as far as they can see you >You haven't really been outside in a few days >Did they even notice? >You stand up, ready to end yet another unproductive day of sitting around and feeling sorry for yourself for no reason >Walking back to your bed, you think you might've heard a knock? >Eh, probably just your imagination >Effects of semi-self imposed lonliness >At least you're here >At least you're a pony >It's better here than there >...is it?
>>280456 → >Be Soul #6 "Okay, so all we need is to fill this contraption with some stuff now." >Twilight's presence makes being near the machine of destruction almost peaceful. Almost looks like a teapot. >"Specifically, the death sun's fire, doom moon's light, and souls to ensure maximum effectiveness." >More souls and stronger souls the better got it. The notes did say it could run without being fed souls. "So what's the other problems besides using souls." They don't have to be willing, but a strong target that can withstand it all will ensure it get's strong enough to take it out. >Twilight continues to smile. >"-SHALL DIE!" That sounds like us. >Then a vicious glow emanates from within. >Sunset Shimmer's voice echos from the fire. >"Use the elements of harmony!" >ow ow ow ow >"OH! Of course! Quick go get Pinkie Pie." >Twilight teleports away. >I'm running away from the screams of myself. >"Car-" "NOPE, Lalalala can't hear anything." Pinkie Pie.
>Be The Book Soul #2 >Therapy actually helped this time. And we made a friend. "So then I said-" >A pop, as something that feels like me enters. >"Sorry for the interruption, but you're basically indestructible right?" >A girl begins shuffling through a manual. >Luna looks alarmed. >our manual She sounds like us! >"This might sting a bit." >Then there was fire.
>Be Soul #3 >The maze >these white lights tearing at us, and our resistance our bitter sudoku "Hahaha." >Fucking cult pansy ass gods. >A flash of something. >Screams >a pulling sensation >it's feeling warm in here.
>Be Flaky Crust >The worldly elite walk among us. >They ask for strange things, but Fancy Pants keeps deflecting for a certain time. >When the celebration really starts.
>Be Princess Celestia standing with Daring Doo and Student Sunset Shimmer >Carefully Daring do pushed the letter out of the blast area with gusts of wind. >The note she left is apparently for Discord. >How strange.
>Be Occult Facade >The plan is coming along perfectly. Nothing could go wron-
>Be Fancy Pants >The plan is going well, they have now brought out their 'goods'. >Those poor foals. >It's be over soon. >It'll end. >Occult is being touched by claws and beaks. >Kr-thoom.
>Be Princess Celestia watching her foal as the trap is set. "Now." >Fire erupts. >Shock tries to reach my face. >The whole of Canterlot is caught in the fire. >Then to the furthest horizon. >darkness
>Be Sunset Shimmer >Everything is ready >The fire licks and tickles. >A rainbow beam apears. >I'm sorry Anonymous this might hurt. >The container cracks. >The best revenge is living well.
>>283453 >Be Occult Façade on the run. >"You've been running for a long time. Causing mayhem, and destruction everywhere you go." We can't go on any more. We're done. >"You may have forgotten that I knew your plan the whole time. Your little souls dancing about at our pleasure." >"It may have worked on a foolish powerless ant, but you did entertain me. Even if that was under the pretense of free will." >Dead tired. >"Now you may wonder why I am speaking to you at all. I see entertainment from your suffering, but I do like to change the method as I please." >"A final farewell if you will." >He forces me back into a pony like form. As a tendril starts to dig into my skull, and soul. >"I'll put you back together again. You. Will. Watch." >Ending of multiple worlds. In horrendous methods. Oh Hastur. >"All that you have done and strived for has failed." >I'm going to be sick. >"You have betrayed everything you have for what you thought to be a modicum of time." >Memories, experiences flooding in. >all of us togther >Fancy Pants, Sunset, Twilight, Maze friends, All the fillies, Anonymous... >Everyone. >I'm sorry. We failed you all. >"That's right. You were the direct cause of their extinction." >"Satisfying expression."
>"Your purpose for existence has been fulfilled."
>Waiting for the end that I deserve. >and waiting
>"You really didn't think I wouldn't do anything about this little situation that's been brewing?" >A crock pot bubbled? "Discord?" >A raspy breath. >Snappin- >"Ah, ah ahh!~ Don't spoil the imagination." >Everything frozen in a heavily seasoned lamb sauce. Thyme stood still. Wait what? >"Watching everyone grow more. Even have a character arc in there as well." >"Did you know I've gotten the script early just for this occasion? Multiple unseen rewrites, and I may have pushed a few revisions through." >Unbelievable. I can't stop the exhausted grin. "Ha... Haha. Hahaha!-" >"Theres a reason I didn't come to mind as a cure all." >He brushes the monster under the chaotic rug of static, and something else "Ah... Wha-?" >It's over? >"Despite this being a cross-dimensional hybrid I am the Lord of Chaos." We helped cause alot of chaos... "All part of the plan?" >"Of course not! Who do you think I am?!" >Those are some badass shades, and cape. >Everything is going dark. >A fire licks the timeless landscape moving faster and faster. >It touches the static.
>"When I said that changing the past wasn't feasible I ment it." >"Obviously, this is the opposite we're moving matter, magic, and space. Then we rewrite the Laws due to the massive amounts of energy we have procured." >huh? >"So what we make the Yellow eldritch god's prison become all Equestrias." >"That's the jist of it." >"Look swapping fake desolate worlds with into a pocket dimention in a book is one thing, but placing everything so close to that place?" >"Then time travel is possible. More importantly we'll turn the eldritch to our friends, as equals." >"Hmmm." >"Can we get to the exciting part already." >"Fine." >"One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to-" >we shatter
>Be Fancy Pants >Kr-thoom. >The breaching team is here. >The drugs in the wine is working, as they take a few seconds to realize that something is wrong. >A clean operation thankfully. >Occult starts to shake. >I'm by her side. >"What have I done." "You did it. They're all captured. I'm here." >She breaks down crying on my shoulder.
>>283465 Thanks feels good. I'm sure the adventures could keep on going on. On and on, like a slice of life genre. So an kinda epilogue thingy is in the works. It probably won't be satisfying, but it has to be done. An abrupt end without being fully explored.
So I wouldn't expect Occult Facade 2: Electric Boogaloo any time soon or at all in the near future. Plus other obligations are creeping in. Feel free to do whatever if anyone wants. I... I'm glad that it actually reached an end, that it has a finish line. It all could be much better, and more eloquent. Maybe something where it's not a choose your own ending sort of thing. Maybe something deeper. In any case it's been one hell of a ride. Thank you everyone.
>>283454 >>283457 >>283469 To whom it may concern (AKA all my friends and you faggots as well) Living with my sister is going well. I've closed off some emotional loose ends. We no longer have to worry about it being a royal pain in the flank ass. We've opened up diplomatic ties with many other ponies people. More importantly living life free from the constant fear. Our weekly food fridays have turned into a competition, and it's expanding our circle of friends. Me? Well it's been rough. The sudden change, achieving my revenge, it's all everything I could have wanted. It's hard not to smile, and it's a time where I have to get to know myself. Little Shimmer? Well since she isn't a target for any dastardly plot everything is going well. Sure am writing well alot I think it's about that time we went camping On point, she gets nightmares some times, I do what I can I have a wide array of tools at my. We're doing great. Others? Oh, so Occult Facade is going to therapy having an intervention. Last I heard it was near a tree or something. Her mother Fancy Pants found out about her opposite gendered self. Principal Luna? Oh Princess Luna. Well with further modifications the book Anonymous should have a real body. They're thinking of opening up a VR MMO. It's an interesting thought. It's mostly to keep the hmmm not in a letter I suppose at bay. In any case it's a useful interesting endeavor for heroes and guards to hone their skills. Flakey Crust? Sorry, you're going to have to... ohh that pony. Well she became obsessed with the princesses. Mostly, she's just lost. Also something about baking. Caribou... ahhh, that place. Let's say without external support and with ally forces things never have gotten desparate. Outside influences make a pony or caribou do strange things. Cults? Less said about that the better. Best Cult Leader and Idol of Worship, Lots of love, no homo Sunset Shimmer
Not (MLP) Canon: Occult Facade. (Plus subconsiouses) [Green An Anonfilly] Pony/Filly Subconscious Dream Director Forbidden Knowledge Dictionary Thesaurus Decision Maker Heals Right Human Subconscious (Just Façade) Referred to by Real name aka ANONYMOUS or by job or by title or by action. Flakey Crust Mother and the Mother Cultists. The Mother of The Darkness beyond Order and Chaos! Want's to eradicate the humans. The Utopia is nothingness ('pure' 'darkness' everything is 'her'). Isn't all that powerful considering. Anonymous Foals. List of parents. Princess Celestia, Nightmare Moon (Reuben), Twilight, Hoity Toity, [The Crazy Blue pony], Fleur De Lis, Derpy Hooves, Trixie Lulamoon, Queen Chrysalis, Cheeraliee[The Ponyville teacher](Lone15), Vinyl Scratch [plus Octavia?], Berry Punch, Apple Bloom [Not sure how this fits], Gilda [The female Griffin ex-friend of RD], Lyra (ASSFAGGOT), Mr. Mrs. Cake. Rosie the Riveter "Grandma Rosie" "Rose Wright" Grand Master Old, but still powerful, and skilled. Rosie's Husband. Turned into an eldritch horror. Hitched a ride through Occult. Is currently with Rosie. Genrazy Griffon Olden Time warrior. Sorta kinda dead ish. Occult's soul fragment #1 Others are unable to see her as she witnesses monsters, and horrors. Taken by something. (61)Turned into a zombie after being stabbed in the heart bone by Auizotal in the ruins. (64) about to be burned alive for eating everyone #2 banished by Twilight to the north to stave off the Caribou. She then finds a cape, and map off of a dead stallion. That helps her survive to head toward the ruins. Inside she gets caught, goes through some fun times, and gets turned into a book. Sceptical of main soul. #3 trapped in a 'deadly' maze with others they try to survive as long as possible to stop others from joining them. Light is scary. Beware the light. They notice the bodies are unmoving. Selected as a speaker she can't go on until everything else has left. She is caught by the light. #4 Royal Foot Cushion. Unable to think about doing the Prince (male Celestia unnamed) harm. She plots to kill him. Failing she cures The Sun Prince from his curse freeing the The Moon Prince (male Luna unnamed). Promoted to Royal Concubine, and used as a sex slave more often she continues to plot their demise. Sunset Shimmer requests her. Togther they flee to the (EQG) human world, and she free's #4. While there they save the books, get a place to sleep. Make it into a home. Get's a job, and goes to school. #5 an partial inverse of the subconscious, and conscious dynamic. Unknown place with grotesque monsters/blobs. #6 Final Soul Fragment. Is slow.
(MLP) CANON: Fancy Pants (Rule 63: Female) Fleur De Lis Confirmed Friends with Fancy Pants. Princess Luna Has a background in making creative works. Enchanting/Artificer. Has a team of specialists that deal with cultists and problems Also deals with problems Princess Celestia Has special places throughout the castle for discrete actions, and privacy.
(MLP) COMICS CANON: Kibits.
(MLP) EQG Spliced Canon: Sunset Shimmer (related to Occult's soul fragment #4)
Horror Stuff that came from somewhere probably: Pink (Magenta) Slime Thing. It 'eats' it's victims. Their memories are plagued by a Slime that chases them doing terrible actions both to the victim, and those the victim remembers. It then goes back slightly in the past memories, and continues. It loops back again. It does this to consume the victims soul. Eradicated via Overkill.
Gift(s) they come from Hastur (Occult can now produce them since Part 40.) Occult claims to be able to make anything with it.
Horror Mythos: Hastur/The King in Yellow ect. Carcosa is both Him and his prison.
Inside His/Her pony body is known as Amber Sagacity Façade. Massive Target for Nar
>>282598 >be anonfilly >magic translates your human speech into Equestrian and vice versa >so everyone can understand you >and you can understand the ponies >but >when you try to swear, you sound like Gizmo, that annoying kid from the original Teen Titans cartoon https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Gizmo_(Teen_Titans_TV_Series) What do?
>>282598 >be anonfilly >magic automatically translates english to pony language and vice versa, so you and Twilight understand each other idea.png >try saying some weeb shit in broken japanese >ponies understand it just fine without even noticing you switched languages >but words that lack an Equestrian equivalent are left unchanged >this means you can say nigger 24/7 and nobody knows what it means but you life is good
>Be Anonymous >Hot air balloons are cool, but that isn't the awesome part. >We're heading to Cloudsdale to bet on a horse race and hookers and blackjack! >Mostly the gambling on flying hoers. >Even if the ride here was crowded with the elements of harmony. >"We're here everypony!" >Twilight leaves, as does Ponk >and Apple 'background' Jack >and Rarity. >I step off the hot air balloon onto the cloud. >and through the cloud >and falling >and FALLING! "AHHHHHH!" >Maximum surface area, don't be a flailing cunt. "HEEEEELLLP!" >No one is coming. >It's a long fall to almost certain demise. >The flat plain of grass grows ever closer. >not ideal "HELP ME! I'M FUCKING FALLING" >So this is how it all ends. >Twilight forgot to put the cloud walking spell on me. >Everyone. >My whole new life. >Friends... >Fuck this shit, if I'm going out I'm doing it with style. >Break the legs and start to tumble convert the speed into horizontal energy. >A cripple for the rest of my life. >One fucking shot >It's getting too close. >Fuck no one is here. >How the hell will I get to the hospital. >Worry about it later it's coming. >luck please be on my side > > > <
>>283598 which is funnier >ponies hear you saying nigger and copy you to make you "feel more at home", but ponies misunderstand and misuse the word >Pinkie yells "Nigger!" happily every time her baking is done
or >tell ponies stories of the monstrous niggers in your world >ponies, familiar with the old "evil version of the heroic species" cliche, fully loathe niggers now >some hug you and call you a brave survivor for surviving in a world so infested with niggers
>>283605 >>283607 My god Nigel, you're not fucking funny. Your prompts are low-effort garbage, your writing has never been good, and we don't want you in this fucking thread. Even if we had no writefags whatsoever, we still wouldn't welcome your shit. And before you call me an SJW or a cuck, I hate niggers as much as the next guy. Comedy is a delicate art, and just having ponies say "nigger" just isn't that fucking funny.
>Be Cozy Glow >Future Empress of Equestria >Everything is going well, the lines are drawn and their flaws are showing. >Just one tiny itsy bitsy thing is standing between you and your rightful place for a better Equestria. >A filly by the name of Anonymous. >"Hey, I have have something cool to show you at my place." >Well being the Empress can wait one more day. >After all Friendship is Power! >An alibi is always useful to have on hoof. >Yes, I'll propose a sleepover and nopony will bat an eye over those three days. "Golly Anon you're room sure is messy." >She blushes. >Then she gives you a hug. >"I'll always be by your side." >That's very unusual her starting the hug. "Anon?" >"I will always be by your side thick or thin." >Her hug is a bit tighter, more desperate. >"You're my best friend here, and I can't stand keeping this a secret between us any more." >For all her joking of homosexuals is she? >She whispers >"I know everything." "What do you mean?" >How!? >No! All my plans! Because of- of- my... >"You're my friend, and I want to be by your side, and I want to put that crown on your head, because..." >What. How. Why? When? >She kisses you. >The plots and schemes begin to melt away >but one plot came to mind and its hers. >What Empress of friendship doesn't have friends? >She looks hopeful, and lost, and weary, and confused. >Confused? >I draw her into the kiss, and dominate the exchange this time. >She does have a nice head on her at times. >A perfect pawn. >A fumbling foal to pin anything on. "I didn't think this is what you had in mind, but I like it." >"Oh no see it's this." >She grabs a notebook. >Opening it to a hoof written first page. >An Ethical Guide to Morally Ambiguous Plots: The How's, Why's, When's, and Howdy Do's to plans Long and Short. By Anonymous. "Anonymous? Thanks. But what would I use this for?" >"I know everything I don't want to see you go to Tartarus." >Hoofing through the notebook, plans, charts, diagrams, breaking down social interaction. >To achieve what Anonymous believes to be the best end result. >Maybe I can't use Anonymous as a simple pawn. >Wait. "So what was the kiss for?" >Was it a plan? >She grins with a flush. >A gullible fool? >Something more? >"Whatever you want it to mean."
Translations are sketchy, but should get the point across.
>You're playing with your only friends. >Orphans, almost like how you are now. >"Forðgewîtan wægn ûs of pro ic cliewen Anonymous." >"Come here, pass us the ball Anonymous." "Simb−lunga heonu êower canne grîpan me." >I taunt them to catch me. >"Tôdæge Anonymous êower willa niman duguð mêdsceatt êow willaunderniman mid plegende wið hwît mægden hiertan!" >"One day anonymous you will get the payment you will to get for playing with fair maiden heart!" "Gêse, âwihte âhwænne yfel bêga." >Yes, only when I find a maiden. Kek. >Going to need some ice for that burn. >Their teacher sternly walks up to our fun game. >"Unweaxen ides heofoncundlic unfrôd hl¯æfdige mônaðlic, oferfaran sê bêon tîd hwæt êower foremearcung. Giefnes dôð f¯ærbena nêadðearfnes must hnot bêon ðynhl¯æne." >"Young queen celestial young queen lunar, come it be time for your lesson. Leave the peasant time must not be wasted." >Our collective disappointment did not deter him. >"Lôcian êow forhraðe Anonymous." >"See you soon Anonymous." >Hopefully. "Lôcian êow sîð æt sîðestan!" >Hopefully I will see them soon. >See you soon indeed.
>>283630 >"Wow, this was your friend?" "Is, not was is, my most faithful student. She has not aged a day since she attempted to block the Elements of Harmony for my sister." >The statue of a mare holding a flag wearing a cape. >The one of victory. >Her greatest defeat. >Then my student blasts the statue. >"ðês derian." >Her first words in over a thousand years "Everything hurts". "Anonymous!" >"Dægcandel mêtan!" "So vulgar even after all this time?" >Wait she shouldn't understand modern Equish. >"Haha! I knew one dôgor remembering and practicing would be nytlic." >"Oh my gosh it worked." >"Gêse. Now food, it has been many many years since I have had a hamburger and fries. Ha! Even longer to have proper tomato ketchup. Mayhaps even tendies." "A perfect time to have some words with my student about using magic on a whim. We have much to discuss and I have my own questions." >"Bringan duguð gang. Fyrst b¯ætan- ahem I mean, first food. Only then will we be watered amd filled to have our minds quenched." >Lead the way... "By my side as my friend." >"I suppose I'll check out your flanks later, Sun Butt."
>Be Anonfilly >You came out of a magic egg. >As in Spike doesn't fucking exist here >"Anooon, fetch me the book on- Anon?" >not now smoll purple >The future is in flux >nothing is certain >there are world, nation ending events that are coming soon >and it's all changed. >Then you see Celestia's student >Sunset Shimmer >with Spike. >what >"Come on Anon it's just Sunset. I know we have different schedules, and you don't normally go to those lessons, and she is kind of cool, but we have an important job to do." >This is fine. >Oh yeah. "Hey Purple Smart isn't it your study buddy's birthday soon?" >"Oh my silly filly that's not for another week. Don't worry your little head over it." >tfw your a filly >tfw your classified as a magical artifact >tfw you technically have no rights >REEEEEE!
>>283606 >"You can't do that." >An old mare looks at me as I pushed Granny Smith away from a falling barn beam. "I just helped my friend's grandmother. Who the hell are you?" >"That isn't possible, look." >The crazy pony waves a cut string around. >"You shouldn't be able to see me either." >"Now what do I do? I can't kill her, and the string has already been cut. I can't take her soul away now." >Hold on. "Kill her?" >"I am Death." >Walking closer to the psycho old mare I say one last thing. "So who all... uhhh are you going to kill." >"Everypony in Equestria and the world-" >Years of training and watching tv has prepared you for this moment. "SUPER DUPLEX SUPLEX!" >you just hug her torso >tugging back and forth. >Then Purplerino comes to help tag team the potential killer. "Help me! This crazy wants to kill everyone!" >"Only when everypony dies." >"Ahm here good job holdin' the invisible attempted murderer." >Aw yeah Rainbow blasting time. >pic related
What if one imbibed the spirit of your own memery the best of those possibilities and the worst of those options. This has nothing to do with the green.
>Be Anonfilly >Saturday >Momfu is out doing something, but the important part is this. >It's fillies night with the bros. Cyan, Blue, Green, Red, Orange, and even the faggot colors will be there. >You have to make it to bro night, the one night a month when the stars align and work allows this blissful paradise for a few hours. >There is one problem. The neighbor has a reallyfriendly cat and dog. So much so that the fellow foals walking down this street sometimes get glazed. >Caulked in cat or canine cum to the bro cave is... >well... >not showing up is worse. >But you have a modicum of pride. >Damnit that's not a pun! >Now the best way to get there unnoticed. "Sneaky song. Sneaky song. Never leads me wrong." >Through the front door. Across the way, past the mail box. "Sneaking through, with a dark hue, that's what I do." >The animals are almost aware of you. "Sneaky song. Sneaky song. Where are you. Now there's nothing you can do." >At night they had a chain on their collars to keep the other houses from having mystery marks. "Sneaky song. Sneaking. It'll be a while for some thinking." >Then you hear the chains rapidly clinking. "Sneak real fast. Just don't be last. Because they're at fullmast!" >Barks are coming. But it's better to get to the bro cave sooner. "Running at full blast. I'll slip away, they won't see me today." >A resounding clank. The full length. Everything is fine. >KRIIINKTINGK >It broke. "Fu-fast as I can. I just ran." >There the door to the fight club. >Burst through. >They're shocked. "Help me brace!" >That's how you spent the next few hours chatting with your fellows about not being fucked. One filly pushing things to help keep the door shut. >Then you realize the only door is blocked. >The cat prowls around the property. >Scratching and clinking of the chains and claws creep along. >The next few hours is bro time. >Now the stakes are high. If their momfus catch a whiff of funny business the fillies night is over. >Silence. >Nothing outside. No cat, no dog, no chains. >More importantly there is no sound from the griff faggot on the otherside of the wall. >None from the redpilled, based stallion. >No sounds from the birds at night. >At least you have eachother. >"Let's secure the windows." >Even the low voice felt it could almost break an unseen rule. >You nod. "Together, no one alone." >It's grueling work to fortify the stronghold quickly and quietly. >You all get it done. >Something feels off though. >From the griff's trash dump of a place. >Clean. >No movement where that fag has a printer running day and night. >A soft piano starts playing. At least the stallion of culture nextdoor is alive. >It's fitting. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHMjD0Lp5DY >So you sing in harmony. >The building starts to shake. >Screams, and every possible yell slowly reaches a crescendo. >The old stallion based and redpilled is he plays Initial D. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfXHqJVgZEI >Everyone is pouring your heart out. >The walls sway, going down a highway through hell. >Damned screams can't keep up with your heart and soul. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSKRa3dReoY >Windows and doors are bending. Shifting the furniture, and various blockades. >It breaks. Although a rhythm starts to form. We all have an inkling of an idea at hand. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FyiXLFdCmg >The horrors that lie ahead shake and tremble at your combined might. >Walls crumble. >The stallion piano pony rolls into the room. >As do many instruments >"I'm taking requests smoll fags. Don't complain just keep it up. We'll make it for sure then." <What Do? <Which one next? ^HowLong.
>>283683 >Be only child >Life is good >Mom dies >Dad starts getting on my ass about everything from my political beliefs to the people I hang out with >Immediately starts dating another woman >Constantly tells me how spoiled and lucky I am even though I work for the money to buy everything I use but shit like food and toothpaste and my mom is fucking dead. >Starts using my dead mom as a tool to try to get me to conform to his standards, telling me that she would be ashamed of me whenever I'm doing something he doesn't like. >Whenever I try to reason with him he yells at me or takes away my computer. >Only have two friends irl, computer is where all my friends are. >Wants me to hang out with people I haven't been friends with in years because he likes them better than my autistically small but comfy friend pool. >Every time I try to debate him he acts like I'm the antichrist. >Eventually snap and pull a knife on him when he tries to take my computer away after I call him a faggot. >Plays it off afterwards as "oh you were holding the knife wrong I could've taken it away but I didn't want to" >Yeah fuck you I know how to handle knives. >Don't get my computer taken away though, whatever. >Keeps this bullshit up until I move out I guess that's probably why I'm here.
>>283703 Let me put it plain and simple, and you won't like it. His roof, his rules. Like it or not, you are a dumb filly and the stallion deserves respect. After all if he doesn't care, why he bothers about you and tries to correct you? Shut up and drop the defiance.
>>283705 I never said I had no respect for him you dumbass. I fucking tried time after time to reach a compromise. To try and come to some sort of fucking agreement. He's also about as lefty as you can get, so that didn't make things any easier. Every time I want to talk about funs he shuts me down because he feels threatened by my interest in them. Every time I try to come to a compromise it's a long, messy argument and finally, when he can't push any further logically, he pulls the "I'm your father" shit and walks away bacause I can't fucking push against that. Do you not see how that could drive someone mad? You know not all fathers are amazing role models or amazing people right? Did you even read the shit about how he used my dead fucking mom to try to get me to act on his whims? Does that not strike you as fucked-up at all?
>>283709 Understood. And still no matter how wrong and annoying he is, he is your dad. Don't be a whinny brat, you must shut up and drop the defiance. You will understand why in perhaps 10 or 15 years, when maturity and common sense come to age. Faggot.
>>283703 >>283709 Moving out really does help with parental relationships. Give it a couple years of not constantly getting on each other's nerves anymore and you'll start reaching out to each other again. I used to be an angsty faggot like you, then I moved to another state and found out that absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
Also what the does this have to do with filly? This is the mommy issues general, not the daddy issues general.
>>283703 Well, I don't know the nitty grity details, not sure how I would have done then. >>283711 >This is the mommy issues general, not the daddy issues general. It's close enough, I suppose it can be both. >Also what the does this have to do with filly? >>283683 >she just feeds, pampers, and spoils you like an only child instead >only child >>283703 >loife story about being an only child. was hoping the green would lead to a story, but discussions are good too.[/s[
>>283703 You'll be happier when you move out, my father was a bastard too. He's trying to pressure and reshape you but he doesn't know what he wants from you. It's not your fault that he is the way he is. If there was one thing I wish someone said to me as a kid/teenager, it's "It is not your fault the adults in your life are the way they are". It's not your job to raise him or feel responsible for him.
I'm 24, and as you get older you'll understand why stupid people act the way they do. It won't magically make you okay with it. But you'll recognize that it's not your fault that he is the way he is, and that knowledge helps. Think about what he really said with that "I swear I could have taken the knife I just didn wanna" bullshit.
He didn't encourage you to stand up for yourself more often, and he didn't recognize his mistakes and try to drop his attitude and try talking things out with you. He tried to push you down once you were unarmed and no longer scaring him, by saying he could have punished you for standing up to him if he wanted to. "Oh, I could have easily kicked your ass just then in that moment when you stood up to me. Don't consider this a victory or else! Don't do that again or else!"
What a fucking coward. Nothing good's ever come from the kind of man who lies to retroactively win a fight in an attempt to regain lost face. He's not some "deep and wise old man", he just sounds like a colossal faggot who puts his ego and "perceived dominance" above actually helping you, giving you advice, or being able to recognize that he's pushing you too hard in the wrong directions. He's the type of little man who wants to be in charge, thinks he's great at being in charge, but can't understand people or how anything he says/does could affect them.
It wouldn't surprise me if he's projecting his own flaws and failings onto you.
It wouldn't surprise me if he's mad at himself for not making more friends in his youth, hence why he gives you shit for having online friends instead of friends his monkey brain can look at and understand.
It wouldn't surprise me if he's mad at himself for failing to become rich and successful, hence why he's trying to pretend the things he gives you (like toothpaste) are so wondrous and valuable and spoiling-you-ish.
It wouldn't surprise me if he's mad at you for not being exactly what he thinks a superior copy of him should look and sound and act like, even though you're clearly a better man than him if you're willing to reach out and ask for advice while he just bitches and bullies and fails at life.
again, it wouldn't surprise me if he's mad at himself for failing to become rich and successful, hence why he's trying to pretend the things he gives you (like toothpaste) are so wondrous and valuable and spoiling-you-ish. Most retarded parents start pretending they deserve awards for giving their kids a bed and hot meals because they're secretly butthurt about not being rich enough to get their kids bigger beds and better meals. Or they feel inadequate for some other reason, like not thinking their child is popular enough IRL or sufficiently good with women or not rich enough yet. They feel like what they do is not enough, they get sad, they lie to themselves in the name of ego, and get butthurt at you for not making them feel so incredibly over-appreciated that it solves their feelings of inadequacy. These types love to pretend the world is still as "if you just work hard you'll magically succeed"ish as it was when they were young and too lazy to work hard. Reminds me of my dad, who just couldn't understand why I as a teenager didn't have what society or his father handed to him on a silver platter at my age. The faggot would give me shit for not owning a motorcycle like he once supposedly did, can you believe it? He never took me to a motorcycle store, didn't know what to buy, and was staunchly against me getting a real job that could accumulate wealth because it would get in the way of his social-credit-seeking "Oh woe is me, my child is such a failure" bullshit. Fuck that faggot.
A lot of people want to believe fathers are inherently wise and mystical. Truth is, adults are just people and most people are fucking dumb. Society worked better when men were raised to know how to be good men AND good fathers. Why pretend there's something inherently respect-earning about fatherhood when only the white man's culture that made white fathers so great and respectable? You've encountered enough leftists in your life to know not everybody grows up, right? Boomers are the lowest form of life on this planet because they gave this country away to niggers and jews. Boomers with a brain are exceedingly rare, and boomers with a brain and balls are damn near unheard of.
I know I'm extrapolating a lot from what you've told me here. There's a good chance that I'm completely wrong and he's done good things for you that I don't know about. But from what you've told me so far, it sounds like your father is a faggot who thinks he has to fix you before you turn out like him, but doesn't know how to fix your life or what he really wants you to be. He'll just femininely act out like a little baby until something seems to magically improve. So don't feel ashamed if you feel you have to say some bullshit or fake some bullshit here and there to make him happy and get him off your case. Talk about some great times you and your friends had even if they never happened. Claim you've met a few girls online, seen them via webcams and spoken to them "over the phone" (he knows what phones are probably) and played tons of online games with them because they love online gaming and you're trying to decide which one to date. Pretend you're incredibly into fascinating documentaries on animals and plants and history, tell him about what you've learned from these documentaries, and get him used to accepting new knowledge from his son.
Putting up with him won't be easy but it won't last forever.
>>283715 >>283703 Also, don't bother with debates. Boomers don't think with logic, they think with faith and their desire to feel socially accepted. As for faith... You could put a hundred arguments against communism in front of a Boomer and he wouldn't read any of them if he loved communism. Once you get old, your mind gets "set in its ways". This is why it's so much better to learn instruments/extra languages and develop self-improving habits and good routines while you're still young. Boomers put their absolute faith in a person or concept until it's shattered completely. Only then do they become emptied of ego and willing to listen. To convince a commie, you'd need to tie him down and show him hours of documentaries detailing how communism failed its workers, why communism can't work, what made it worse than nazism, and more until he finally stopped thinking it's a morally-good thing to be a communist.
It's the same shit with boomers and celebrities. They don't care if some celebrity does something uncool or horrible or even illegal and degenerate. They don't care if some celebrity does something generous or heroic, even if it saves lives. They like X celebrity because they've liked X celebrity ever since they decided to like X celebrity, and they won't feel like changing their position on that (remaining the same ageing rotting old decaying bastard despite how the world and circumstances change around them gives them a feeling of stability) until they see something new that shatters their view of that celebrity. But if it became considered "uncool" to like their favourite celebrity, they'd drop him or her or it in an instant. They care more about feeling like people think they're cool than feeling right, and they care more about feeling right than being right. Everything they tell themselves to think is inspired by what they currently think a good person is/does/thinks.
One Irish friend of mine had a retardedly woke boomer dad who watched TV news and loudly said "fuck racism" a lot in his house and did little else. He didn't change his mind when he saw videos debunking lefty lies or statistics proving the shitness of blacks. He changed his mind when he saw a ton of "Cringe SJWs get fucking destroyed by facts and logic compilation #69" followed by Molyneux's Ireland 2040 video explaining how white replacement is happening in Ireland(while ignoring the jew element sadly and blaming it all on the EU). Now he's gone from talking a lot about nonsense to repeating obvious entry-level facts about race to feel redpilled and cool. His voting habit changed to "Whatever my son says to vote for must be based and redpilled". That's one more redpilled vote and one less jew vote. It's all the redpilling he needs for now. Probably all the redpilling he'll ever be able to take, considering how often he says "Those fucking evil muslims wanting to hurt the christians and jews, omg the muslims are like nazis but the left's ok with them for being brown, fuck the browns".
Not everyone on this planet is a person. Not everyone can think clearly and not everyone can be reasoned with. It would be great if you could convince your dad to vote Trump instead of Biden, but that's probably the furthest an oldfag that stuck-in-his-ways could ever be taken.
>>283717 >To convince a commie, you'd need to tie him down and show him hours of documentaries detailing how communism failed its workers, why communism can't work, what made it worse than nazism, and more until he finally stopped thinking it's a morally-good thing to be a communist. It's a bit more involved than that. Depending on the depth of the religious zealotry and public perception and personality profile.
>>283723 True. Some people are just lost causes. It's not legal for pedos to rape kids, even though they want to. Why should it be legal for commies to vote for corruption, just because they want to? If commies win they'll legalize pedophilia like they effectively did under Weimar Germany. https://historycollection.com/17-reasons-why-germanys-weimar-republic-was-a-party-lovers-paradise/ The source is faggoted, trying to paint all this degeneracy as a good thing and a superior alternative to """prudism""". But it still admits the depths of the degeneracy, like a gloating cartoon supervillain.
>Be Starlight Glimmer >You think one of the students has a crush on you. >Specifically Anon she keeps asking you to go on a balloon ride with her. >Class time just ended. >Now she is heavily flirting. >"Glimmer you fuckin' Commie." >Always to contract and communicate with that new age slang. >Also fornication. >Going out with Twilight's daughter is weird. >Not to mention she's just a foal. Maybe... you're not clear about the topic Twilight keeps shifting about. >You do understand she has a bit of trouble with talking to other ponies her age. >Or in general. >At least you find it confusing. Some of the slang, and words, and phrases just don't quite seem right. >Something has to be done in any case. >You shuffle through some papers. >Ah ha! >It'll be Anon's birthday soon. Then this whole adult flirting talk can stop.
>>283732 I never had any intent of doing anything with it, just wanted to show him I wasn't going to take it all lying down anymore. I had tried pretty much every form of rational appeal and they all failed. To quote Marvin Heemeyer... >>283711 Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Sorry for the off-topic posting. Have a filly. >>283734 Thanks.
>>283758 I wopuld advice to try to keep a stoic mindset and try to remain unprovoked by everything and also always try to stop things from escalating. Yes, I'm well aware how impossible that taks can be and I can relate to your feelings of wanting to show that yopur not a pushover. In fact, while this might be sending a bit of amix message, I bet standing up to him was actually strengthening to your mentality. It was for me when I stood up against my step father.
If you could, you could just pretend to abandon your true ideas and politics or maybe pretend to be less extreme or whatever.You will be surprized what people will believe when they want to believe it. It's not like you can get through to him when you yourself don't feel safe. I would sugguest waiting with getting through to him till you have your own place.
In general, I don't know if this is true for you, but for me when I began my journey I naively though that I could tell my mom and so on about my opinions and that while they probably would disagree, they would listen to me and take the fact that I was such a good kid into consideration but that didn't happen. since it was the begining of my journey, I hadn't fully realized my opinions and how to formulate them so being pressured to defend them form my leering step dad was diffcult. I just knew that what I had picked was the right thing.
I guess, my advice is that (if you're new to this), is to let everything run off you. Its almost like a skill, you practice, because you have to focus on everything in life so you cannot be mad at everything even though you will be correct in being angry.at the mire that is this world.
>Be filly >Have ponk momfu >Wake up to sweet scent >Get pankcakes for breakfeast >Bring lunchbox to school >Its a ham, cheese, and roasted bread cupcake >Prank Cheerlie >Stay after school >Ponk comes and you, her, and Cheerlie have a stern discussion about your behavior >After you two leave, Ponk's gives you a highfive Or highone? for an awesome prank >Go home >Practice baking cakes and dancing >You try to one-up Ponk on a competetion of who can make up most puns from the words being said >Go to bed >Ponk tires to read bedtime story but can't >Simpleton, iliterate, mud pone >Like you >You read it for her instead >You lay their cozy under the covers >Book gets lower and lower untill you pretend to drop it as you pretend to fall asleep >Ponk's mane get the lights >A hoof wanders down to feel you..................
>You smash the lights on and turn to Ponk "Kill yourself, Pedophile!"
>>284140 A qt has appeared. Looks nice, but it slightly off. I can't put my finger on exactly what though. >>284394 Exactly, but as a filly. Write what you will anything.
Well how about more ideas to pour in. Don't worry if you think it's dumb those ones have a charm to it too. >Anon figures out the secret to moving her tail stuff happens. <Anon gets stuck in a magic comic book >Timber wolves follow and obey Anon because she is the biggest faggot of them all <Anon is abducted by Diamond Dogs >Anon is held for ransom <It's a graduation speech. Who is speaking, and what happens? >Anon is adopted by Kirins <Anon is adopted by griffs >Anon's first heat wave <The transformation only worked halfway. What fuckery has happened. >Anon finds out the world of Equestria is a giant themepark mmo. What do. It's Deca Dence plot rippoff. <Anonfilly is Equestria >Anonfilly in another franchise. Alone? Or with somepony else? <Anonfilly filled out a shitty create your own adventure >The public's reaction to the crowning of Princess Anon
>The weather had cooled and the leaves began to fall from their trees >Equestria was calm and peaceful >a chilly breeze promised a winter not yet arrived >Somewhere three green fillies lay snoozing and totally not cuddling in bed >The temperature drop bringing them all under one large comforter >Each one pressed in tight against the other, sharing warmth between their small bodies >With a yawn the fillies, one by one awoke from their slumber, ready for another day of fun >Quickly each one pushed away from the other, muttering no homo as they awkwardly avoided eye contact and slid out of bed >The floor was cold on their bare hooves, soon it would be time for footie pajamas >Each filly took time getting ready for the day washing up and brushing teeth and mane >One young filly put a bow in her hair and was promptly called gay by her filly friends though all agreed she looked cute >Now ready for the day the three fillies slipped into their jackets, scarves and little fuzzy hats and trotted outside >Momma twi waving at them and telling them to be home before dark >The three fillies braved the weather outside in search of fun and adventure >Frolicking in piles of leaves and getting warm mugs of cider from Ms.Applejack
Yeah, so I made this once in the oekaki. I didn't post it becase it complete garbage. But I have come around to thinking that it makes me think of vapor wave. Honestly, its just something to add to the thread. I hope this doesn't shit down the thread.
>Be the filly >You wake up from landing hard on the ground >You still haven't learnt to control your ability to make clouds impassable >So this is not the first time since RD adopted you, you have wokn up by falling through your cloud bed and down on the ground below RD's cloudhouse "Aaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhh! That fucking hurts. I hate this fucking shit!" you roar "Hahaha ha ha!" you hear from a voice descending behind and above you >Turn around and sees our mom with mocking grin and raised eyebrows >You sigh and groan >You climb up on your hooves >You have dirtied your green fur on your knees "You could atleast show some concern," you say bitterly. "For all you know, I could have broken something." >Rd seems to realize this and tries to stop her laughing by putting a hoof over her mouth >With the other hoof she waves away the idea "Nah, I knew you were alright... Anyway, you ready for morning workout?" she asks "But, Rainbow Da-" >She glares at you "Mom, I haven't eaten yet," you say >She looks a bit surpized "But you threw up your breakfeast yesterday. I thought we decided to skip it today." >You smack with your lips >Of course that's how she interpreted it "No, I never said we should skip it. We'll just have to take a longer break before workout so I can digest if first, like any normal training regime." >RD shakes her head >She wagggles a hoof at you "Nah, that takes to much time. We gotta get in two more sets of training today." >You sigh "Y tho? Isn't it better if I eat well so I can preform well during the training." >At first it seemed like Rd was contemplating this but then she got a smug look on her face "Aah, I see what's going on here. Clever." "...Uhh?" "You wanna try to skip out on training, huh? Lazybutts." >Your wings do their best angry spainish expression idk >Rd's wing silence you as she waggles a feather at you "Ah ah aah, I'll play your game. How about we meet half-way. Try to catch before we get to AJ and while their, we can eat breakfeast." >You look a bit confused "Okayyyy? But won't it be a bit diffcult to bring food with us to AJ if we're gonna give it are all?" >She smacks her lips and her eyes dart upwards "Anon, the breakfeast will be at AJ's place. If you know what I mean." Rd gives you a playful smirk >You look at her unsure "Do you mean you will walk in on the Apples at the dinner table and ask to join or are you refering to actually nicking apples from your friend?" >She sighs and shakes her head >She gives you a oh-you-naive-butbeautiful-fool look "Applejack, owes me. Without me their wouldn't be any rainweather to fall on her trees would there? I do half the chore. I think the least AJ could do was let me snack some apples sometimes, you know?" >You look at the ground >O´boy... "Mom," You begin "Yes, sweety," she shines up "Aj pays taxes to the goverment for the weather she gets and the goverment pays you for the work you do for AJ. You have already been paid." you look up at her specptically >She looks annoyed before rolling her yes and looking to the side