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Anonfilly Thread - Equestrian Missile Program Edition
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>Spoonfeed me. What's this thread about?
This thread typically consists of Anon gone filly, as he's thrust into a new life as a cute little pony.
>What's to be expected?
Fillies, cuteness, Anon-tier shenanigans, bitchy Twilight, desires to be the little filly, etc..

>Any archive of photos or stories?
Dropbox (Photos):

>I'm a contributor.
Great! For writers, just notify All Nighter Fgt Lone15, so you can have your green added to the Doc. For artists, animators, or any other content makers, you can store your fillies in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure.
Some especially based faggot also recently compiled nearly every filly image ever created, which you can check out here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1AowOdwFzlbRk0FVZsRGRYe2hyKhzo2h3?usp=sharing
Assess how well you fit into the filly hivemind: https://projects.fivethirtyeight.com/personality-quiz/?group=-LdS-38NvfIG9PHPrYB8
>I don't like this thread because of reasons.
You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly.
Old-mare Thread: >>282598 →
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>you will never spend your entire life as a wagecuck
top lel
Well it'll do.
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>Be Anon looking after Fillyanon
>In Canterlot heading to School for Anonfilly.
>Honestly this Equestria is fun.
>Not in the 'it's a beach and it's really nice outside' way
>Not even in the 'going to the well used clop folder' way
>it's fun in a sandpaper on scrotum rubbing way.
>To put it lightly your jimmies are always rustled.
>Mostly because you landed not in Equestria, but reveresed gender roles Equestria
>The difference is hoerspussy vs pussy whoerses.
>Everyone here had a special brand of stupid.
>Well almost everyone
>But it could be worse.
>Right now you're bringing Anonfilly to school.
>The biggest reason why is that pony layabouts stalking allys for gangrape.
>You both could handle yourselves, they arn't used to the amount of will you both have, but...
>The multicolored crew walk up to you.
>You finger the small box in your pocket just to be sure.
>"Hey, being a single stallion must be a lot of work, ditch the kid and we'll show you a good time. Ain't that right gals!"
>Not too far from their allyway.
>"Hehe yeah!"
>It's not a bad offer perse, hell pony pussy is hard to turn down its not like Earth after all.
>"How about you faggots go into that allyway and fuck yourselves."
>Ah, what a good little fuzzy ball of spite, piss, and vinegar.
>You have your eyes set on waifu material namely your friend and marefriend Sunny Day.
>Fillyanon approves, and would like to do parental hoof holding.
>Maybe it's Princess Celestia, maybe not in any case she is a real sweet heart and worth every step of the way.
>She has some mediocre high standards, and so do you.
>The biggest issue with this world is that it also runs off of porno tropes, and hentai tropes.
>"Say, hows 'bout you join us too and we shows ya what real carpet muchers do eh?"
>Luckily it also runs on cartoon logic to a minor extent.
"How about you start without us."
>Once poners are in the grip of lewd times it's hard for them to break free without being prepared and with training.
>"Yeah, boss this limp dick nobody ain't got the oysters to handle us."
>Being from Earth puts you in a whole weird category that you follow no worldly edicts.
>But for Fillyanon it's a battle, an easy one but...
>A hand on her mane as the cue to walk away.
>School from what you've heard isn't much better.
>Soon enough you'll be living together with Sunny, then all you'll have to worry about is cuck tropes directed at yourself.
>That way you'll just bash their skulls with a frying pan.
>They can take it.
>It's less damaging than a choke hold, which is by all accounts is absolutely bizarre and makes no logical sense at all.
>And ponies are ridiculously stretchy.
>Baseball bats here have a tendency to fail like X-Com combat.
>Not like a trusty cast iron frying pan.
>Finally you reach the Canterlot School for Gifted Students.
"Good luck Anon."
>"You too 'Nonnymous."
>She walks away.
>For one last word she turns around.
>"Knock her socks off."
>That's right today is the day you'll propose.
>You grin and wave at the retreating form.
>Sunny always has a knack of knowing about any suprises.
>Ah, alright!
>Time to make this offical.
>The small box still safely in your pocket you make your way to Sunny's place.
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>reveresed gender roles Equestria
So all the females are macho violent sex crazed brutes, while the males are effeminate cowardly frigid fops?
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Yeah, something is skewed.
Anonfilly Princess Celestia.jpg
does this gender dynamic switch also effect princess celestia or Luna?
Wouldn't it be the reverse since that is how it is here?
Running more on porn logic rather than normal Equestria. If what is going on in the plot of a hentai what would happen and how would you avoid setting off the meta conditions.
Princess Celestia is Anonfilly in
Purple aboose

>Be Celestia
>Your most faithful student now fellow Princess Twilight Sparkle gave two things that titillate the feelings.
>Free time
>A magic circle that Twilight said always enables her to have a good time
>Well maybe a few tweaks here and there
>and done!
>Let's power this up.
>Suddenly the perspective changes and your looking up at yourself.
>"How adorable."
"A mind duplication ritual?"
>"My little pony you do know big words."
"That's because I'm you, at least have all the same experiences and memories."
>"Oh dear."
"I had the second cake made by Stawberry yesterday."
>You see your own eyes widen at the confirmation.
>A flash of purple magical energy teleports Twilight Sparkle
>Why would she visit?
>"Haha, sorry Princess my mistake I'll just take this trouble maker out of your mane."
>She teleports the papers, herself and yourself to her castle dungeon.
>You see a gaggle of fillies that are almost the same, but have the extract same cutie mark.
>"Well Anons very clever, but you didn't think I'd be monitoring those magical signatures hunh."
"Twilight, what is this?"
>Her eyes light up.
>"Oh goodie a new one."
>Immediately the fillies move pulling you away from Twilight.
>"Whatever happens don't let her catch you, act like us like a true shitposter."
>You're pushed and shoved into a pile of fillies doing...
>lewd activities
>Eventually you're pushed under all of them.
>"Come out come out where ever you are."
>You start to move.
>The hot bodies rub against you
"Why not?"
>"Vivisection is the least she'll do."
>"I'll find you soon enough, but for now Ennie meenie mineie moe!"
>Mare juices run down your face.
>"Oh goodie it's you. I'll have fun breaking you in again."
>The distinct sound of teleportation is heard.
>"Whew that was close, hey you can stop licking you fag."
>"Make me cunt!"
>"So newfag where you from half chan? /mlpol/? Hopefully not leftypol."
"I'm Princess Celestia and I got and used the ritual myself."
>They are all stunned.
>"No way."
>"Is it actually happening? Will justice happen?"
"I'm probably working on matching the teleportation signals."
>All the fillies with renewed energy start to talk.
>A half hour of hoping and waiting.
>A flash of familiar golden rays apear as you teleport in.
>"Oh no."
"It's worse than we thought."
>They all cheer.
>The new red colored Anonfilly seemed to always be in a good mood.
>"Crimson Fucker is back, now deal me in fuccboi."
>Spike the dragon sighs, and deals the filly in.
"Isn't now about the time Twilight tries to summon another filly?"
>"It is that's why I'm down here."
>The room shakes a bit.
>"Vacation time just got better with big titty police girl."
>You didn't have the heart to ruin his hopes.
Added to the document, sorry for the delay.
>"Mmm... what's wrong Anon?"
"I can't sleep."
>"Too much chocolate?"
"Maybe... I don't know. Can I get in?"
>Twilight yawns sleepily, pulling up a corner of her bed.
>Your hooves make a light tapping on the wood floor as you struggle to climb into her bed.
>"What about this time?"
"A show I watched the first time I was a kid."
>"And what was it about?"
"A lot of things..."
>"Pick one then."
>Twilight brushes your mane out of your eyes and kisses your forehead.
"Death, for one. Guess they had to teach kids about it some time."
>"Are you afraid of death?"
"Of course... I was terrified when I was bleeding out on the floor in that bank."
>"You don't talk about it much."
>You shudder.
"It's a painful memory, but it's not the source of tonight's anguish."
>"Then what is?"
>You think back to all of your time spent online.
>All the friends you met screwing around in games, some of them becoming very important people to you.
>Surely by now the smarter ones would have pieced together that you weren't going to be coming back.
>With the time difference, it could've been years between your appearance mere weeks ago in Equestria and your death on earth.
"The people I let down."
>Twilight squeezes you tightly as you feel a few rogue tears slip from your eyes.
>"It's not your fault, I'm sure they understand."
"They meant more to me than almost anyone in my life ever did, and most of them didn't even know my real name..."
>Pony tears are fucking massive.
"No way to find my obituary."
>You hug Twilight tighter.
"No funeral to attend."
>You make yourself as small as possible, small as you feel.
"Just a little string next to the grey text..."
>You barely manage to get out the next bit through sobs.
"Last Online 3 years ago."
Fukkin saved, thanks drawfag and editfag!
I don't think they're coming back.
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>Be anonfilly
>tell your loving momfu Twilight you don't miss home, but you do miss some nice things from it
>like videogames and anime
>be anonfilly's birthday
>Twilight gives you a necklace that lets you make things from your memories real, when you want it to
>fill your bedroom with arcade cabinets and consoles and a fucking huge TV
>it all works without plugs because magic
>while thinking about your favourite animu waifu, accidentally make her real
>what do?
>yfw your waifu is a yonder.
Run and warn twilight before fleeing into isolation in the whitetail woods so if she follows me she won't feel the need to kill since we're alone
>yfw you have to explain why there is a whole asortment of poners in your room
>Be Anonfilly
>Well you have a blone mane
>And no cutie mark
>Close enough to be an Anonfilly.
>Going on crazy wacky adventures
>Seducing Sunbutt to give some land
>and a penpal to catalogue your crazy lifes
>Finding mythical fruits
>Even with near death hijinks
>Then you grew older
>You found the loves of your life.
>Then your children found love
>Then they had a Red colt
>and you realize that all the crazy pone adventures you might not be Anonfilly
>And an Orange filly
>And Applebloom
>And you went and fucked over the time line so they could have their parents.
>it worked, but being even more vigilant in poner land is eating away at you
>you get to do whatever crazy shitposting you want in irl now always bamboozles the poners
>Sitting on the porch in the comfy rocking chair.
>"Granny Smith, it's been a long time."
>Good ol' Sunbutt.
"You too sweet cheeks. I told you to call me Anonfilly."
>"Well Anon you were right, again."
>It's been a long time since you've been by her side physically.
"Of course the ride never ends."
>"It's been quiet recently, no old foes not even a catastrophic event."
"Fine yah big scheming goose I'll be the notorious Fillyanon again to put the youngin's through their paces. Maybe even that big galoot Flutterbutter got could help them. They'll need it."
>She looks shocked as though she never even thought of that happening.
>"Granny your body isn't what it used to be."
"Then that makes the first villainious act all the more obvious, besides stealing you away."
>"WAH- mmmmm"
>You've still got it.
"Oh my hip."
>That's how you roped Celestia into being your partner in crime.
>Be Anonfilly
>You have the whole world in your hooves.
>No really!
>It's a big snowglobe that contains Earth.
>Twilight heard you missed Earth so she brought it here in a desktop bobble.
>The whole orginal universe in a ball.
>She actually listened closely to the stories and tales and did what you thought was impossible.
>It's almost humbling.
>All the more reason to never ever pissoff Twilight ever.
>You're not sure how, but she said she added a portal to Earth somewhere.
>A nice planet filled with good people, at least cured of The Sicknesses, with a bright future.
>"How do you like it Anon?"
>The manual she made is untouched, for now you just admire.
>"Have you've seen the portal schematics that will allow cross dimentional travel?"
>With a shake of your head she shows you.
>Equestria and Earth has never been the same since.
>Friendship makes it all complete.
"Agent Sweetie Drops, meet Anonymous Filly," Celestia says and points a hoof at you.
>You were in Canterlot castle.
>Every since you got to Equestria, you have struggled for survival, with your waking up in the badlands and all, but it seems that struggle is over.
>The light tan to light yellow small horse in front of you are to be your caretaker.
>When you had exit the badlands and entered Klugetown, you had encountered a group of violent demi-humans that wanted to sell you into slavery.
>You had escaped them through both luck and quick thinking on your part.
>Surprisingly, your escape from these demi-humans, had been seen by an agent working undercover for Princess Celestia.
>And now, you were here.
>The pink and blue maned earth pony mare in front of you that went with the ailas Bon Bon in public was to be your gaurdian.
>Officially, you were being adopted but in reality your were to be trained by this agent to become a future one yourself.
>Your talents could not go wasted, as Celestia had put it.
>You tried hold your gaze and not to break away from the blue eyes of Sweetie Drops but in the end you look to the floor.
>She wasn't glaring at you or anything but her monotone to strickt gaze with her perfect posture and the aura of power almost made you start sweating bullet on its own.
"First lesson," Sweetie Drops says. "Do not let yourself be intimidated. Fear is a natural response to threats but letting it control you will give your enemies an advantage. Like this."
>You look up just as she finishes and immediately notice that she has closed the gap between you.
>In one swift motion, she grabs hold of you and then your on the floor.
>She has her front hooves around your neck in chokehold but she isn't tightening her grip to suffocate you.
>She is just holding your like that, firmly locked in place.
>In fact, you didn't get hurt going down on the floor either.
>It all had happened so fast but stil with such precision that you didn't even ache from ending up on the floor.
"You're pretty good at this," you say as you peer up at your new `mom.´
>A small smirk appear in the corner of her mouth.
"Agent Sweetie Drops graduated top of her class in the Black Hooves Secret Ops," Princess Celestia says in an almost proud voice. "She been involved in numerous scret raids on the Caribou tribes. And she has over four-hundred.boops
>tfw Anonfilly almost released that shitstorm of fury all over herself
I'm not even sure what this is
>Othopeidious 6:2:4
>Death roamed the land of Equestria
>For twas not of pone or spirit, but of malice made manifest
>A thing of the likes seen only in the hushed rooms of hidden practitioners of the beyond
>An unmonster.
>It swirls through the land rasping and clutching at those of weak hearts and minds.
>Forsooth thee has heard of it's cackle call.
>Go into the deepest drawers and findeth the salt if still had
>Grind till a dust fine as motes of air
>'lee ye have none take a smidge of the brow's water if ye still live.
>all else the copper in thine veins dried to a raisen and dashed upon the ground thusly
>Anonymous the filly may hear your call for if have neither salt, nor sweat, nor blood
>She has the reigns that may ensnare the damned beast ye unlucky soul
>cry out as of her battle kin a tremendous screech and give no kindness to thine cords
>mayhaps then doom will frighten away one more an hours worth
>when the unpony comes to chase that unmonster do what thou can lest it help one more moment
>A filly her form shall be yet twisted and cruel as she has heart and joy of the pony kind
>The Death has taken from her which it fears yet pillages across in its dash for reckoning.
>neither sun nor moon has touched either despite their continued trials
>tis the unnature of those things
>if ye has been grasped by the Doom sink thine flesh into it do unto it as it has done
>terrible deeds will be done yet of the day and night a release is had where as you've been freed for moments more
>at the peaks and passings of moon and sun
>in those moments call out to their name her of small stature
>and so on the unbeast wilst be done in.
>Advanced Chronicler - T. 'Immies.

>Be Twilight Sparkle
>Finishing the passage all that lingers is a thought
>What the fuck as Anon says
>The great secret underground Royal Canterlot library held many a tome of dubious morality, sanity, and anti-self preservation in all aspects.
>This though
"I need an adult."
>Celestia yes.
>Need Celestia to make sure I didn't dig too deep and break my mind or something.
>Yep going to the Princess.
>Be Princess Celestia
"I've forgotten all about those times..."
>Maybe that's for the best.
>"but I have a filly named Anon."
>Oh that's bad.
>Not the filly but the times.
"Bring her here, I'll go get Luna."
>Be Anonfilly
>Today is a great day
>and you have free access to the cookie jar!
>Even better it's been left right there on the crystal map table in the friendship room.
>Moments before you reach your sweet prize an impression upon the very reality you live in
>it stole your fucking cookies
>the cookies aunt Candyass made
>the one's that only come twice a year tops
>This wasn't the smart thing to do, but you're pissed
>It shakes in fear at noticing you and a bridle comes tumbling down.
>Twilight enters the room.
>You, the monster, and Purple
>She seals the friendship chamber with her bullshit magic.
>Then it tries to eat Twilight Sparkle.
>tfw you enter a rage so deep and so dark a mere monster of unreality will regret its choice
>tfw you become alicorn deluxe
>tfw you beat the thing with the bridle till it spits out Twilight, and the cookies
>tfw you saved Bookhorse
>tfw the cookies are behind saving
>tfw you beat a manifestation of malice from the outer realities to beyond non-existence
>tfw you forget most of what happened
>Be Anonfilly
>You were about to get some cookies, but Twilight must have put them away.
>Turning around from the table
>Speaking of...
>Twilight lies there with scorch marks and acid burns with holes digging into her.
>Something clicks and a vague impression is on your mind.
>Your going to kill that thing again after you go get help to save Twilight who brought you here to pone land.
>She better make a full recovery or your going full Doomslayer.
>Fixing it for you
>She is going to make a full recovery and you're going full Doomslayerfilly
>Be Anonfilly?
>Waking up in a forest with trees and discorded rainbow friendship poners with Queen Chrysalis is weird.
>I have my memory?
"So why am I here in the first place?"
>Why do I have my memory?
>The deranged Changling queen looms closer to you.
>She trails off.
>"Couldn't even conduct the plan right how impressive."
>"Who doggie sure is impressive got the most powerful in all of this here open flower meadow colt right there, mhmmm."
>"Ha ha sucks to suck."
>"Whatever lameos."
>"You're mine! Oh so is that rock."
>"Enough! I've brought you to life and I can easily end you!"
>Turning literal trees into poners with just a picture and a piece of them and the cutie mark embeded into the trunk
>Working at a barbershop or maybe a hairstylist would do.
>Some wacky voodoo hoodoo /x/ teir shit but if it works
>All the good poners, hell if it works good enough maybe just maybe...
"Pwease teach me?"
>"T-this love? Yes little pony you will know this most secret of magics developed solely by me! That is the reason I brought you into the world to be my right hoof."
>"Hey! I'm a better version of the princess of magic I'd get it better."
>That's fine this is fine.
>All I, and my counterpart needs is that spell.
>Hmmm would sympathetic Earth magic work?
>oh or even a drawing?
>Maybe we could get thingpone here
>With these personality changes could I mix and match ponies?
>Could we become part Spirit of chaos if we bungled the parts together?
>The bitchkicks dirt into my mouth that cunt
>A few choice coughs to clear the debris.
>The clearing is quiet.
>"Yes you are a good choice."
>Just need the info from bug butt and everything will be just peachy.
>"It was a subpar laugh you should feel ashamed for that pitiful attempt."
>Just need that damned spell Sporkle!
>even if I can't cast it myself I'll get lackies or my friends to do it with or for me
>All bug for brains has to do is spill everything
>I need that.
>"Whatever later."
>There goes blue sleepy to snooze.
>Flutterbitch is about to start a fight with Pink, Rara, and Liarbackgroundpone.
>Whatever, need that spell.
>Then I'll make someone who can fix myself
>I'll have my magnum dongus!
>I'll get all the poners!
>Just that one spell.
>She points to the runes, more like scribbles with a few circles and ovals, glowing green on the ground.
"Wish I had some paper."
>Then all I have to do is blast the birch or whatever tree with magic while in the magic attuner array.
>It's that simple.
>How do I know that?
>Now the queen is useless to me.
>To make my escape.
"Yes makes sense, I'll go infiltrate the stronghold that they possess lowering their guard."
>Leaving just like that.
>Tooo easy.
>All I have to do is never ever get close to the tree of fucking doom.
>Unless that just applies to the copies
>Better not risk it.
>Maybe I'll prevent their doom.
>Then again...
>"Yes go and retrieve the elements."
>Ah that slipped out, better hurry and gtfo.
>"Get back here!"
>Running as fast as my little hooves can run which to be fair is pretty fast all things considered.
>Everything changes once you can easily build and duplicate better minions.
>Be Twilight Sparkle
>Anon was causing a commotion again
>Saddly her antics seem to have no care for anything else.
"I'm sorry it's Anon I-"
>"Say no more darling."
"I'll be back."
>The teleportaion schematics come to mind and you're back at the castle
>"Hi Twilight!"
>"Hi Twilight!"
>Oh no
>They look at each other, actually there is some differences between them.
>"So this clone of me right here brought important information about what the bug Queen has planed."
>"You know that asshole photographer well here's the ritual schematics."
>Looking through the paper you see a plan fueled with insanity take place.
"Wait, that means she made duplicates of our friends."
>"Got it in one. Just because they are tree pony Discorded-esk duplicates doesn't mean they have all the memories and stuff."
>"I'm mostly me, but I... I need to be careful some stuff is dislodged."
"Oh no, I have to go."
>"Wait! One last thing the Twilight is your magical equal, but you have the experience and skills and friendship keep that in mind."
>To use the elements against your friends and Equestria.
>"Oh! The tree of harmony doesn't take kindly to disharmony. For them it's down right deadly if pushed too far, they'll be rendered down to the base components."
>That's horrifying.
>Almost what could have happened during the mirror pool incident...
>You look between Anonfilly and Anonfilly the tree pony.
"I'll do my best."
>The hardest job isn't saving Equestria it's dealing with Anon's curve balls.
>They somehow always hit where it hurts and it's almost never expected.
Mission steal the cookies p3.png
I hope you enjoy it. A quick drawing shitpost I've made today.

It's about Anon Filly stealing twilight sparkles cookies, mission impossible style. Fair warning, I drew this with a right handed mouse and I'm left handed. So, 2 sever handicaps, I hope, nonetheless, that it pleases ye'.
A few spoilers. Needless to say with the amount of potential clones Queen Chysalis really shouldn't have invaded the wedding and could have lived a peaceful if solitary life.
Very nice frien!

Got me really worried now! The Tree of Harmony is a fickle beast and it's tendrils reach long. Need Anonfilly and her treebro to make it through this together! Can help one another shirk chores and school by swapping out for the day!

Also not sure what this is but that opening sermon sounds bad ass. Want to see Anonfilly trying to go hoof-to-cuffs with demons and monsters of Equestria.
>On a little street corner in Canterlot sits a filly.
>She is flithy and she wears a brown tattered cloak.
>A black hat lays in front of her with, like three bits in the bottom.
>A white mare with pink hair stops next to the filly.
>An orange stallion she walks with stops as well.
"Oh, my," the mare says, looking sadly at the filly. "Oh, dear. How can a little filly like you be homeless? In this weather nontheless."
>The mare gestures a hoof over the snow covered streets of Canterlot.
"Yes, it is quite an outrage," chimes the stallion next to her in. He seems genuinely angry. "As I said before, our taxes only go down the princess belly."
>The filly rstand up and gently smile at them.
"I'm a good singer. I can sing you as song." she says hopeful.
>At first it looks like the mare wants to protest against the idea of letting this filly sing for bits but then she gets something bitterseet in her eyes.
"*Sniff* Go ahead little one," she says and quickly wipes away a tear. The stallion puts a hoof on her shoulder.
>The filly coughed in her green hoof and smacked her lips a few times before begining.
"Bah bah bah bah buh buh bow. Grab your angel wings and your sack of cocaine..."

>Be Princess Celestia
>Get letter
>It reads,"Dear Princess Celestia. Thank you for keeping filly homeless."
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I can't wait for my Autism Support Tiny Horse Soft Toy to come in!

Anyone know which filly drawfags are still alive
Some, y u ask?
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Trust Once Lost Chapter 16

Previous Chapters:

// Oh to be Old Again

The strangest part about the dreams I had with Luna were that they did not fade. I was familiar with the sensation of recalling a dream when I woke, but unless I put conscious effort into anchoring the details of the dream into my mind it would quickly dissipate.

I was fully awake. Not the well rested type of awake but the special brand of insomnia that came from waking in an unfamiliar place. I couldn’t see a clock, but it was still dark outside. 

I felt nothing, and it took me a moment to realise what was missing; there was no itch. My skin hadn't dried out and cracked overnight.

When I was growing up I didn’t want to get out of bed too early, to avoid my mother worrying. At one point she found out that I was waking up really early because I was anxious about being bullied at school, so after that I had to pretend to be asleep until it was a reasonable time to get up, lest she suspect (correctly) that I was still being bullied at school.

I held my breath and focused on listening to sounds in the house. The Apple’s were farm ponies so they would be awake early to do farm work, right? Sure enough, I could hear hoofsteps and the faint clanging of pots and pans from downstairs. Maybe they were having an early breakfast and decided not to wake me?
I wriggled out the side of the bed to avoid having to remake it. Making a bed with my clumsy gripping ability would be a huge pain.

Walking down the stairs was a bit daunting; they were just tall enough that I couldn’t put one hoof on each step comfortably. Going up was fine. Going down, my legs bent the wrong way. My broken fetlock was still a bit tender so I wanted to avoid jarring it, otherwise I could have just jumped down each step. I grit my teeth in frustration. I wasn’t about to ask somepony to carry me downstairs so I just had to do this.

Drop my forelegs to the next step (ow!), followed by hind legs. Repeat. By the time I got to the bottom I was sweating and my leg was aching and I hated this stupid weak body! I took a minute to control my breathing; I didn’t want anyone to see me out of breath from such a short walk.

I didn’t have a sense for the layout of the house yet, having only seen it briefly at my surprise party last night, but I could follow the sounds of somepony in the kitchen.

“My,” Granny Smith addressed me without turning around, “Ain’t you an early riser?”

Hair bristled on the back of my neck; my stomach dropped.

Breathe. Think. You haven’t been ‘caught’. 

She must have heard my hoofsteps and... oh right, the window in front of her was reflective.

Breathe. Be calm. Don’t let her know you were panicking.

“Good morning.” I said.

“Good morning deary.” she replied, “Breakfast isn’t quite ready yet, but you can help by setting the table.”

“I, uh, don’t think that’s a good idea.”

I looked down at my hooves and cringed at the thought of trying to carry around fragile plates while walking with three legs.

“Why’s that?”

“I’m not good at holding things with my hooves,” I explained, “So I might drop them.”

“Alright then, up you come.”

I’m not sure how she managed to speak with the scruff of my neck clasped in her teeth, but she did. She lifted me onto the counter and I was put out for a moment at the fact I was standing on a surface for preparing food. I suppose that my rear hooves weren’t any dirtier than my front hooves but it still felt wrong.

Granny gave me a mixing bowl and a spoon which I managed to grasp with my hooves. It was more the letting go that I had trouble with.

When I was done mixing the pancake batter she put me back on the floor. The sun was just peaking over the horizon and the younger members of the Apple family still had yet to make an appearance.

“Do you always wake up this early?” I asked.

“Not much choice when you get to my age,” She replied, “This creaky old hip decides when it’s time to get up. Take my advice deary, don’t get old.”

“I don’t much like the alternative.” I quipped.

There was an uncomfortable silence.

“Because I don’t want to die?” I added

Stupid! Now she’s going to ask what you mean and then it won’t be funny, it will just be morbid and she’ll be worried about me... ugh. Quick, change the subject!

“Arthritis is a real bitch, huh.”

“Language!” Granny Smith admonished.

“Sorry!” I squeaked.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Stupid squeaky voice.

“Open your mouth.” 


Before I knew what was going on I felt something near my mouth and instinctively batted it away, raising my hooves to protect my face.

My heart pounded - Relax, breathe.



“Don’t fuss now,” she ordered, “We need to wash those dirty words out of your mouth.”

Soap. Well that explained a lot.

“There’s no need for that,” I said, “It won’t happen again I promise.”

“Open.” She repeated.

Provided it wasn’t oldschool lye soap it should be safe, if unpleasant, to get some in my mouth. If this was the way things were done around here then it wasn’t worth making a scene over.

I sighed and opened my mouth.

The soap was apple scented, of course, but I could hardly taste that with the overwhelming bitter suds that were forming. I wanted to spit and scrape my tongue but I wasn’t about to spit on the floor so I focused on breathing through my nose and not swallowing. I was quite proud that I managed not to make a face.

Applejack came down the stairs a moment later and I saw Granny Smith quickly place the soap back next to the sink.

My eyes widened in realisation. Granny didn’t want AJ to know.

“Mornin’ Green,” Applejack greeted, “You’re up early. Did you sleep alright?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak with a mouthful of soap.

Applejack gave me a suspicious look and I almost swallowed nervously. 

I’d have to risk saying something - I couldn’t just stand here.

“May I be excused?”

I almost got away with it but, at the last moment, soap touched the back of my throat and I hiccuped. A soap bubble came out.

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Applejack’s heart sank as she took in the situation. 

“It’s alright Green,” She said, “You don’t have to ask, just go.”

Applejack waited until she heard the filly shut the bathroom door before she turned to address her grandmother.

“What were you thinking?” AJ asked. “She’s having a hard enough time trustin’ ponies as it is.”

Applejack could hear Green spitting and gagging while she ran the water.

“Fillies need to be raised right,” Granny insisted, “Ah can’t have her using that kind of language around Apple Bloom.”

“There are other ways to do that.” Applejack stomped. “Ways that don’t involve forcing soap in her mouth.”

“It worked for you didn’t it?”

“This is different.” Applejack said, “Look, please just please leave her discipline up to me.”

“Since when are you the expert on raising foals?”

That was a shot to Applejack’s confidence, but she ploughed on.

“She’s a foster child.” AJ explained, “There are rules and one of the most important is no physical punishments.”

The two adults stopped talking as Green walked back into the kitchen.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Green, “We’ll just pretend this never happened.”

“Sweetpea, look,” AJ sat the filly down, “Ah know yer trying to protect us, but you have to promise me that you’re going to be honest. If somepony hurts you, or does something that makes you feel uncomfortable -”

“It’s not like that okay?” The filly interrupted. “I let her put the soap in my mouth, it’s not like she forced me.”

Applejack realised she may be walking on very shaky ground.

“Green,” AJ hesitated, “If somepony- Ah mean, just because you let somepony do something- it doesn’t mean you were okay with it.”

The filly was calming herself down with breathing exercises again.

“It was just soap.” Said Green, “It’s not like I’m going to die.”
>"Wake up, Mr. Freeman. Wake up and... smell the pancakes."
Poor filly being violated in the feels. 10/10 would like to see a soapy Appul pone.

What an amazing edit.
Leave Filly alone.
That's for the update. I was wondering when it'd continue
Hey ya read the update earlier on /mlp/ and forgot to comment earlier but happy to see a new updated and see the story continuing. Not many stories where Applejack is the card taker and she's my favorite pony so was a nice double whammy of goodness for me. Keep up the good work!
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See pic related what do?
flick the bean
make the >rapist become the >raped
Purple and Filly are not impressed.