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..
>Pinkie Pie said hasn't seen Anon anywhere. >Despite looking everywhere nopony has seen anything. >"I'm sure she'll show up, Twi! Why she might be right under our noses!" >In the basement just below them, a hoarse mini horse writhed against her chains. >The previously human filly woke up here, somewhere the blindfold, gag, and bindings hindered any attempt to learn more, today was supposed to be Ponk's special day. >Various chains rattled, and pony like voices try to speak. >Only moans and grunts if any thing at all is heard. >"Finally silly goose you're awake, I even had to go tell Twilight I never even saw you which I didn't cause of my blindfold see? Oh wait I've also put a blindfold on you so you can't see. You might be wondering why do this Ponk, even though my name's Pinkemena Diane Pie, though Pinkie Pie is nice and short unlike the fucking we're going to have. When you said 'fuck you' I went *GAAASP* cause then I can do my fourth favorite pastime without those sad posters going up now we get to all play gangbang together! Isn't that fun!" >The clip clop of Pinkie, and the startled voices are the only indication something is amiss. >Penises, fluff, and vaginas are rubbed over you and vise-versa. >The clinking of metal on metal rises above the raspy moans and whines. >"Don't worry everypony nopony will miss any of you! With big dick Pinkie energy and the mirror pool nopony will ever be the wiser." >No one in the rape basement escaped the lifetime of fuckening, and all is still good in Equestria. >No pony the wiser.
>>302872 Possibly only on /mlpol/ could filly say zigger to niggers and gold diggers in a snicker. Hopeing colorcode is right. Twilight SpArkle _________PiNkie Pie _____ RainbOw Dash _________LuNa ___________Fluttershy ________RarIty _______AppLejack ________CeLestia __________(You)__________
>>302888 if we can attach and specify this as the lewd thread on the other one im sure itd pick up not like there's much exposure here normally, and some anon already got their lewd ass filly nuked to high hell
>You've been turned into a filly for making an extremely successful business. >Lovestia Incorporated, a living Celetia sex doll solution. >The Princesses weren't too pleased with how many ponies wanted to sleep in, and in a tug of war between one experienced pony and thousands of virgin magic users it was a close match up. >So you had some of your personal Celestias and Momlestias help move the sun correctly. >It's why you arn't banished or told to stop your business. >The princesses have some pretty interesting kinks, of the princess mare pile kind. >The other reason is that Princess Celestia can go about town as a normalish pony. >The other other reason is that hearing about tens of thousands of The Princess of Equestria, who defeated Discord and banished Nightmare Moon, would be a pretty terrible place to start an invasion. >Your newer model by royal demand by Luna is proving also to be extremely successful.
>>302919 At just the picture Hunh the more I look the more I understand the real situation the subtle hilarity grows more and more. Some say a picture can say more than a thousand words. This picture, just told a joke where the dawning realization brings about more humor with each passing moment. Especially when one considers the states the characters are in and how much they know. Every interation brings with it a full story that speaks to the mind and soul for a balm in this day and age. No, more than a full story as each consideration can bring about a new tale. For an epic collection of Anonfilly and Anon in bed. As the ouroboros tale of self realization of myself, and the connection to this master piece, here is two poners and you deserve many many more.
>>302872 >Faggots already discussing going back So quickly you've forgotten that it was that faggot twimod that banned us off the board to begin with, with the cocky declaration that if no one remembers us in 5 years, we're not worth fighting for.
>>302872 Not to be a wet blanket, but I can't help but get the bad feeling Anonfilly might just get banned from /mlp/ again if things keep going the way they do in that thread right now. But hey, here's hoping that I'm wrong. >>302972 Has that mod who did all that been kicked out from moderating? Is that why Anonfilly is allowed again? Or is that mod merely pretending to allow her so he/she can get "legit" reasons to perform a mass ban on people posting Anonfilly or something? I just can't help but get a bad feeling about this. Only time will tell.
>>303024 Look like you don't get it. Even artist are moving and it's look like they are more than happy that follow the rule of NO LEWD if they want to being there. So yeah, RIP anonfilly here and RIP lewd anonfilly in general. Censoring won at the end
>>303032 That's obviously a different anon replying in the second post on your screencap, and sadly /mlpol/ doesn't have enough pull to keep the thread sustained, much less a splinter of a splinter. During the thread's time here there were multiple times doomfags whined about how it was "dying", and it can't be denied that even this thread has been slower here. The thread's been confined by the rules of /mlp/ since it began, and the only changes from moving here were the far better mods, the far slower board, and the loss of fresh blood. Nothing's being "censored", and lewd pics will be made and linked offsite from /mlp/ just like they always have been.
>>303041 >there were multiple times doomfags whined about how it was "dying", Yeah. It reminds me of the anonfilly Discord faggots bitching all along about /mlpol/....... and however, the filly thread is still here.
How about a conspiracy? Do you think that they let filly return as a form of indirect attack at mlpol and that was their real target all along? Mlpol had been getting attention from elsewhere the last year up to now, with the antifa-network thread, the aryanne posting on mlp during the derpibouru mod... fiasco, the fahreneighor was it marenheit? art-package, a lot of bait and shill threads, and the birth of ponerpics. I have seen many new faces lately, more than I usually do. Perhaps this is a method to weaken this chan because they have started to see us as a threat to them?
>>303068 This. 4chan is trying to reclaim anonfilly after abusing, defaming, and ultimately evicting filly for years. Its damage control, set in motion by g5. Hook just cant help trying to squeeze extra 4chan passes from the fandom. Thanks to all the fillies who have made mlpol their home. We love you, and you'll always have a place here.
>>303094 What about Celestia's Absolutely Thrrrrobbing Space Ship. The CATSS. The S.S. OP: Filled with space seamen, and faggots, it operates when no one is around it, OP's loading bay is wide enough for anything to dock If hit fast enough hot air is released, and calls of distress just increases the chances of being raided. Finally it's mission is finding foreign artifacts and life to be put inside. With and without lube. Only in good fun. >>303109 >>303106 >>303097 The names suggested are good.
"Green Hoofies, you're the cutest!" I say and pull the green filly into a comfy embrace. Yup, that's right. It is one of those. >She tries to push me away with her tiny hooves. >I push my cheek towards hers and rub it in. >"Anon, you're insane. I'm guy. I used to eat hamburgers made from the flesh of bald eagles. This is gay," the green filly says. >I smile and comb aside her black fringe. >Then I plant a kiss on her forehead. >While she still glares at me, she can't stop the pink blush from forming on her cheeks. >"F-f-fag..."
>tf into anonfilly. >You get orally >raped by a human Anon. >You swallow all of the cum he had to produce for you. >You notice your body heating up a little bit, but it rapidly cools as a horn and wings emerge. >You find out that swallowing human cum turns ponies into alicorns.
I took a moment to compose myself before I went back into the classroom. Not that it mattered anymore. Maybe I could just pretend that they all didn’t exist? It had never worked before, but who knows. Maybe this time they actually would leave me alone if I ignored them.
I took my seat at the desk and kept my focus on the blackboard. Cheerilee had drawn out a calendar on the board, and it was complicated. After I’d heard that there were one thousand days in a year I’d expected that the lengths of months would be similarly round numbers. Perhaps ten months of a hundred days each? That would have made sense. Instead, there were twenty four months in a year, each with either fourty one or fourty two days, plus another seven days at the end of the year that weren’t part of any month at all.
Rather than being ahead of other ponies my age, I found myself unable to even remember the months of the year. I really hoped I wasn’t going to be called on again to answer a question, since I would certainly make an even greater fool of myself.
This lesson was about how to calculate the number of days between two dates on the calendar. The example was calculating Twist’s age in days. She was eight thousand three hundred and fifty three days old.
Wait a minute.
If I’m eight or nine years old here, and a year is a thousand days, that means a year here is worth like... three earth years. A bit less, since it was three six five rather than three three three on Earth.
I lamented that I didn’t have the dexterity with this body to write out the math, but I could still estimate easily enough. Three eights were twenty four. Three nines were twenty seven. A bit less because slightly more than a third, although if I was eight or nine I could still be nine and a half.
My age hadn’t changed. It wasn’t that this body was younger than my body as a human, it was just that ponies aged painfully slow.
Though it hardly mattered, I realised that I actually could figure out when my birthday was in this world by calculating the number of days I was alive as a human, and adjusting it to this world’s calendar.
I was making a number of assumptions here. I knew they used twenty four hour days here, and sixty minutes in an hour, sixty seconds in a minute. I could tell that by looking at the helpfully labeled clock which had both minutes and hours labeled (no doubt to teach foals how to read an analog clock). How long was a second? Was it the same as earth? How could I tell how long a second was? They felt the same subjectively. If acceleration due to gravity-
My eyes were closed in concentration so I didn’t see who was trying to get my attention. I ignored it.
I was suddenly reminded of the episode where Diamond Tiara tricked Applebloom into getting caught passing notes, and a flare of anger rose inside of me.
Snapping my eyes open I turned to face the direction of the sound, only to find myself glaring at... Applebloom.
“Green, you can’t sleep in class,” Applebloom whispered, “You’ll get in trouble.”
I swallowed and nodded, feeling guilty for the look I’d just given her.
At the end of class Cheerilee motioned to me with her head like she wanted to speak with me again, but I pretended not to see it. I didn’t want to talk to her.
The Crusaders were taking their assignment of guarding me perhaps a little too seriously. As we left the schoolhouse they made sure I was at the center of their little herd. It made me feel awkward to have one of them walking behind me, but whenever I lagged too much, Scootaloo would circle around behind me again. Her face was still bruised, and I wanted to keep her where I could see her.
“What are you doing here?” Applebloom accused.
Somehow Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had managed to sneak up on us without me noticing. Diamond ignored Applebloom and spoke directly to me. I felt my temper flare again.
“Mrs Cheerilee says I have to apologize to you.” Said Diamond Tiara.
“Ok.” I tried to keep my voice neutral.
“Aren’t you going to accept my apology?” She asked
“Please never speak to me again.” I said
Diamond Tiara huffed.
“Wow, I thought maybe you were cool but-”
I wanted to break her stupid face. In that moment, she was every bully I'd faced in my life.
“Fall down a well, Diamond Tiara.” I interrupted
My chest felt like it was going to burst if I didn’t scream. My coat stood on end. My eyes stung, and I felt like I was going to cry.
A painful spark arced from the tip to the base of my horn, and a pulse of air blew back Diamond’s mane for a moment.
My body felt numb. I was going to pass out.
Breathe. Don’t lock your knees. Focus.
Okay, kneel then, but don’t -
The grass was so soft.
Just don’t close your-
“Green,” said Applebloom, “Are ya alright?”
Why was I on the ground? Oh right. I fainted.
Embarrassed, I quickly got up. The world was spinning a bit and I felt nauseous.
“I’m fine.” I said. “What happened to Diamond Tiara?”
“She, uh,” Said Scootaloo, “She kinda called you a blank flank loser and went to tell Ms Cheerilee that you attacked her with magic.”
My horn hurt.
“Great.” I said.
“That was so cool,” Said Scootaloo, “Your eyes were all glowing and then it was like wumf and everything got blown away from you and even I could feel the magic and I’m a pegasus! I think Diamond was scared there for a moment.”
“All I’ve done is show her that she can make me so upset that I faint.” I grumbled.
“Why do ya hate Diamond Tiara so much?” Asked Applebloom. “Ah mean, ya’ve only just met her.”
“I don’t like bullies.” I said. “I thought maybe I was over it, but whenever I see a bully, it just comes back.”
I wanted to cry again.
“Don’t worry Green!” Said Sweetie Belle, “We’ll help you find your cutiemark and you won’t have to worry about getting bullied anymore.”
>>303220 Maybe try discussing either scenario. >You find out human cum turns anypony who drinks it into alicorns. OR >You find out you’re so good at sucking d*cks that you are made the princess of head.
>>303249 >it's not like you liked sucking dicks. >It just sort of >happens >Be normal Anonfilly >Heading back to Purple cunt's place. >The cool gal she is actually taught you the spell to get your dick back, and it's on your mind. >It's a fairly clear street, then Rainbow 'cocksoppet' Dash crashes into you. >Your unihorn going right up the cooter. >Like so far up all you see is a winking clit, and it's fucking scary. >A damned meatboi trying to break the blue barrier with its red and pink coloration. >So scary the horn goes zippy zap. >It does the first spell you've been thinkin' aboot. >The red boxing glove clit punches right out boops your nose >as you are about to yell in terror >it goes in and down to the base the whole whopping 34 inches of magical meat >The horny horn keeps shooting in panic at the situation. >Then it expands from a pencil dick to a barrel keg. >Then two big fat ones sock you in the eyes from the magical blue beyond. >As you start to choke Rainbow dickin' Dash starts to move >In an instant the rods reaching down to your depths pulses with life that's now also fleeting from your eyes. >This is how you die, not cumming inside Rainbow Dash, but Rainbow Dash cumming inside you. >The least the blue speedy fast could do is return the favor in your final moments. >As if hearing your final wishes, she sucks your clit where your dick used to be. Fucking magic portal shit. >As you shake and shudder from everything that happens, and your mind straining agasint the death to come >She cums >From the very end to the tippy top everything turns white. >"Anon!? The fuck did you do to get here?" >Still white, but also Celestia too. What a trip. "Hunh, I'm not chocking. Dunno Sunslut, where is this? The land of the dead?" >"Land of the- No! This is where ponies who go above and beyond who fundamentally change the world become alicorns. Anon, you're an alien with multitudes of technologies and a whole world to pull from. So what did you do." >On one hand saying you were so baller at sex you became a sex god, on the other literally anything else. >"You know what I'll just look-" "WAIT!" >It was too late, Princess Celestia sat stunned as her waterworks ran faster and faster at every mishap. >"Anon, you're now the princess of Head in every offical document that's what it'll be signed as. I just want you to know the decision wasn't easy to choose that name, but after the crayon incident with Blueblood I think you'll find it in your heart to understand why." >That's a low dirt blow. >"Not as dirty as your new princessly duties." >Oh shit she can read your mind! >"No, that's just how well I know you." >Suddenly a blue pegicorn apears with a rainbow mane. >She when speedyfast through time and space, as per usual, through the land of the dead back around to the land of the living >Past Discord's pad, and shooting through the stars. The exact details were a little murky, but the long and short she was worried about you. >So thus Rainbow crash'ntumble Dash became the princess of Awesome (Loyalty). >Equestria basks in the two more Alicorns, they can't help but wonder who will be next.
>"Hello cheeky scrubs." "Hi, I'm Princess Twilight Sparkle not cheeky scrubs." >Be Twilight Sparkle >The not really hidden pasture with farms and beautiful buildings is a good sign of the fast bonds Equestria and this tribe will have. >Hopefully. >The Kirin apparently have a long lost sister tribe founded by Awunawneehmus. >Bit weird, but the culture difference is so great these kirin are banned from public discourse, and even freely entering the kirin village. >"Sup you slick cunts. What slutiness you up to now tripfag Johnson." >what >"'Bout to eat tendies ur mum made after I railed her last night the loose cunt." "How could you say something like that to your friend!" >"Calm down newfag, he's only a leaf." "Calm down! That's despicable!" >"Exactly cunt, that's what the dog said behind the maple tree." >What? >"See when a leaf and dog maybe a bit of vegemite get togther he pulls out the cunt buster and sticks it in." >The foul mouthed kirin pulls out a set of poster sized pictures. >Puts his- >IN THE WHERE!? >"Please stop." >"That's what the dog said." >This is serious, maybe I should have brought everypony along. >"Thinkin' of bringing in some redditors to fill out your opinion." >A different kirin seeing the commotion begins to speak. >"Aye, BIBIE got the best bants around. Even if rehashing old bits gets stale sometimes." "Bib E? What does that mean? What's a bant." >"Best Image Board In Equestria. There you've been spoonfed." >"Did someone say Twilight fucking Sparkle?" >"Oh shit the oldfags are up." >Oh they have nametags, those kirin over there have Anonymous engraved on it. >They might be older than princess Celestia with that much floof. >"Twilight Sparkle, well looks like we did it Anonfillies, now comes the hard part." >Togther they nod. [b]>"To have the momfu!" >"I call dibs on Twiggles. Say Twilight could you adopt us please?" >A headache begins to form. >If only you had Applejack's cider to dull the edge. >Instead they hoof over Kirin beer. >It was 50/50 chance if it was piss filled or not >It was all in good fun, for the keks. >Somehow thosands of years ago they made nearly perfect recreations of your flank.
Inspiration what if Anonfilly was a kirin. What if she made her own group. What if it was modern image board culture. What if it was a really long time ago.
>Be Anon, probably >Your head hurts from the sexy Pinkie Pie party last night. >Somthing is rubbing on your little buddy, it's hard not all that pleasant really. >Rubbing your hands over your face all you feel is hooves >L-lewd >Your eyes shoot open "What the fuck?" >In the air bumping on the ceiling of your house is your dick in the shape of smug Pepe >To your right is Pinkie and... >that's horrifying >Something about a balloon contest and making a hat >That doesn't answer why the fuck you're a little pony with a firetruck long dick. >Then Ponk touches you below the balls, into a wet cavern. >Above the anus. >Just another fucking day in Hoers land. >inb4 somepony turns on the fan >wat do?
>>303561 >you take your spaghetti dick and wrap it around the bed frame >better yet this is the second floor of your house so it'll work >wrapping the pe-noose around your neck it's time >to neck yourself >vid related (first spoiler) >doing a flip off the window sill you made a slight error. >You were a small filly, the spines of ponies were incredibly stretchy >swinging out of house you run right into the wooden wall >slowly sliding until you're three inches from the ground >You can still breath >if any pony asks, it was all under duress of a bad wakeup and nightmare ... >it's been half a day and ponies are walking by and saying hello as if everything is normal. >Fucking hoersland >Not just that they start making puns of varying degrees of wit. >"I see you're all tied up." >"Hanging around outside when you should be at school." >"That neck tie darling has some body to it." >"Woowee we have a pully or two if yah ever need a job." >"Anon if you wanted to go bungee jumping you should have invited me too!" ... "That's what happened, now would someone please change me back to normal." >pic "At least help me down."
>Be Green Clover. >Your head hurts badly. >You close your eyes and press your hooves to it, partially because the light is quite bright and partially because you think it might help with the pain. >You can hear murmurs in the backlit dark behind your eyelids, a strange combination of yelling and galloping. >Soon, you feel that you are alone. >And warm, hot even. >You start to sweat. >The light is getting brighter beyond your lids. >You focus on remnants of conversation you picked up before you were brought here. >"Take her to the edge of the charted areas, if anything goes wrong she should be safe there." >"Of course princess." >She kissed you goodbye and gave you one last tight hug. >Something tells you you won't see her again. >Mom... >Calling her that doesn't feel quite right. >She did this to you. >Oh god. >God? Who's that? >But she... >Took you away. >Before this, you mean. >Literally took the... >You out. >Some of it is coming back, faded memories of the hospital, Little League... >You concentrate through the heat, trying to recall as many things as you can. >Some of it isn't returning. >Maybe the spell that was keeping your memories from you was... >You really have no idea. >Well, you suppose it doesn't matter much if you get your memories back, considering the fact that you're probably going to die here too. >The lesser elements, that was what you think she mentioned was the threat here. >You open your eyes, even though you know it probably isn't a good idea. >You have to see. >Off in the distance, there's... >Nothing. >Shouldn't a shockwave of this magnitude killed you? >Shouldn't the heat have killed you? >You look back, and see that the guards who took you here are convulsing on the ground. >You walk over to one and touch him softly, and he wheezes before coughing up a thick globule of blood and mucus. >Fuck, guess that's not going to work. >You remember something called hands. >Computers, shitty food, people... >Most of them shitty but a few diamonds hardened by the pressure. >This place isn't safe, but you have no idea where to go from here. >... >The World's End Resort had plenty of food, toiletries, and pretty much everything a pony could want stockpiled. >You're the last one alive now, you're pretty sure. >You're not even sure why you would think that, but something in you tells you that it's true. >There are forces beyond your understanding at work here. >You lounge back in the lawn chair on the edge of the ocean, watching waves flow over the surface of the massive parabola and crash down into the tower of water. >You're no nigger science man, but you speculate the odd gravitational phenomenon comes from the sun and moon being closer to this planet. >That and the fact that the planet has probably mostly been destroyed. >You know it isn't your first planet, not even your first of this planet, but you can't help but feel a pang of regret as you watch the occasional massive corpse of some unfortunate sea predator break the surface of the waves and fall hundreds of feet into the water below. >You carefully bring the fancy glass (you can't remember what they're called, but they usually hold martinis in the movies) up to your lips and drink in the stinging, aromatic liqour. >It's not as if you don't have water supplies, and even when you run out you can set up evaporation vessels to purify ocean water. >Drinking just makes it easier. >The world ended, and you weren't able to do anything about it. >You were useless, stuck as a little filly both in body and mind. >All because you wouldn't suck milk out of a fucking tit. >You pour the remainder of the beverage into your muzzle and scream, throwing the glass. >But of course, it doesn't even shatter against the sand. >Just makes a bit of a 'tink' and rolls... >Pathetic, you can't even rage properly. >Maybe you were luckier than the others though, you got to enjoy some of the things that normal fillies do. >Playing RPGs, having friends... >The other green fillies bore more scars than you did. >Aside from these marks on your flanks... >Burned in, branded for all to see. >But one of them was missing a leg, and they both had this awful stare, like something fundamental inside of them had been taken away. >The worst thing that happened to you after your attempted murder of mind was that your best friend killed herself, even though you wouldn't know the significance of her death again until a few days ago. >You felt guilty, but you kept telling yourself that none of this was your fault. >But then again, you were the only filly who lost her memories... >The path that you took was writtten by you and... >You inhale sharply as sobs begin to wrack your body. >Maybe if you cry for long enough, you can drip your essence into the sea. >... >Food supplies are still holding out, but you've run out of all the things you love. >In retrospect you should have saved them for last to give you a pick-me-up before you starve to death, but that's a long way away. >You're lying down in one of many beds that you've slept in (they were almost all pre-made and you're lazy) when a sound comes from outside. >Something alive? >You hurriedly throw off the covers in a mess and gallop out the door onto the sandy beach, looking around. >Something lands right behind you, and you feel incredible dread. >You don't want to turn around, but you fear it'll kill you if you don't, so you do so in one quick motion. >The corpse of a mare. >Ms. Cheerilee. >You frantically try everything you know to resuscitate her, but after about an hour you're too physically exhausted to continue. "Why you of all ponies..." >Your voice sounds strange in your ears, it's been forever since you used it. >You hug the cold body of one of the few good ponies you knew from this place close. >You're not sure if you're more filled with rage or pain. >After all, her corpse couldn't have ended up here naturally like it did. >Someone or something is fucking with you. https://ponepaste.org/4271
>>303571 <freak the fuck out, then get your dick and put it back where it belongs before asking Ponk what the fuck is going on >Litte pony with a balloon dick shaped as a meme. >Panko touching a naughty spot your personal pony pussy that didn't exist >The room is still dark as the sun hasn't risen yet >Keeping kalm >Everything is just perfectly fine- >Pink's hoof is lodged right up there with a grip of velvet covered steel. "AHHH WHAT THE FUCK! BOB SAGET!" >You can't move from the bed. >You're reeling your dick in cartoonishly rope after rope of inches for bit- prefect pony waifus. >A little haranguing and it's almost close enough if this was a sausage factory. >Then ponk yawns. >"Mhmmm." >That's really almost cute, but you have problems >The last few wtfbbq knots are undone "PINKIE PIE!" >"Yawn it's too early after the party we had." >What "Pinkie, I need your help and an explanation." >She jumps up, ready for anything. >freedom >"Wowie Anon, just look at where all your man meat went." "Ponks, please why am I a smole hoers." >"I dunno, maybe that's why your penis is so fun to play with. It's full of man goodness!" >That's... >Frankly you don't fully trust Purple after those mysterious tests not to just disappear your rod and memories. >The poor pineapple pizza had it coming, but... "Panko help?" >If all else fails you'll do your best to put things back together. >She's unnaturally quiet "Pinkie?" >Her hair deflates >"Sorry Anon, Twilight said yesterday might be the last day to be who you were before the fact you're alive at all is a miracle." >She then starts to perk up. >"You might remember all the times something like this almost happened now!" >What does she mean you remember >She leans in for a kiss >A deep kiss >Something clicks "My face, my name, the last week. All these years and I never could remember." >The these two weeks was about every pony you knew coming to terms with your illness, that you would be gone for good. >More of a vegetable than living being. >But you're still here, changed but unbroken.
>Be the fastest thing alive >Running around at the speed of sound you've seen nothing about a terrible menace that means mean machines. >Everything of his shut down once the time device going back to the start of Dr Robotnik's rise to infamy bridged the worlds. >With everybody free from his clutches that looming worry hovers over quite a few old timeline Mobians. >None of your friends have heard anything either, and usually that is a chance to kick back and relax for a little while. >Tails is coming over "Guess that means it's almost party time."
>Innaequestria >Ponyville Crystal Castle >Be Princess Luna "Anonymous, Anonymous where are you?" >Hushed foalish giggles come from underneath you. >Try as she might the adopted brilliant foal still was a foal. >The poor filly tries so hard to not bust out laughing from the foalish behavior. "Hmmm, she's not to my left." >You make grotesque comical movements as if searching the new royal hall. Sweeping back you match words with actions. >The barely held laughter sooths the soul "Anonymous isn't to my right." "That must mean-" >Her laughs stop for just a moment. "-she's right here!" >One scoop and she's in your huggable grasp. >Laughing with her, both of your burdens lighten.
>Be Anonymous >A kind Doctor of multiple fields >Concentrated condensed evil in physical form >multiple inversions of personality >An old boiled egg >And now a filly "I, I think I'd like the name Anonymous." >The map table in the center of the room eats a lot of space, easily could hold one of your super computers. >The purple equine Twilight Sparkle, a kindred soul in the sciences, nods. >"If your sure." >All the time as Doctor Ovi Kintobor you kept thinking of how much you can help everyone here >Maybe introduce more prosthetics >Maybe even the evil extractor- >no... >That failure still hurts despite its total success. "Yes, turning over a new leaf would be best." >You weren't any of them solely right now >Just... a filly with a little extra experience. >Maybe this is where you could do good. >"A new leaf?" "Mhmm, I'll draw you a picture momm- I mean Twilight." >Close one. >The Purple equine is getting so close >a blueprint is a picture >this is where you die insulting royalty >quick use bribery with our tec- >"That sounds delightful my little pony." >Is this a hug? >It is. >Whatever happens you'll protect her smile, especially from yourself. >A dark under current runs through you as you realize that anything that would ruin her smile would pay with the might of Doctor Ivo Robotnik! >Maybe you can't quite bury the past yet, but that doesn't mean it's totally unreasonable. >Just inhumane and immoral. >This hug is exquisite >and every part agrees, even if some after thought of destroying this so this moment in tine would be yours alone runs through >you barely convince the evil to have more top quality hugs freedom, being alive, and you being good would lead to the best hugs. >One day you'll be ready to journey inside, but not now. >Now is hugs for good fillies. >You are a good filly Anonymous. >Because good fillies get good hugs.
>>303233 //------------------------------// // You Wouldn't Like Me When I'm Green // Story: Trust Once Lost // by Greenhorne //------------------------------// https://www.fimfiction.net/story/451664/trust-once-lost “Wha’da’ya mean?” Asked Apple Bloom, “She’s only making fun of ya because ya don’t have a cutiemark. She does the same thing ta us.”
How could they be so naive if they were the same age as me?
“She’s bullying you because she wants to establish her place at the top of the hierarchy within the class.” I explained. “She wants everypony to respect her, and the way she achieves that is by finding insecure ponies for her to put down. Being ‘blank flanks’ is just an excuse to single you out from the rest of the class.”
“How can she get ponies to respect her by being mean?” Asked Sweetie Belle. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“Ponies always want to be part of the group.” I said. “By excluding you, she creates a group consisting of ‘everypony else’ where she’s in charge of who is included. Ponies in the group feel good about being in the group and afraid of being left out - which is why they don’t help you when you’re being bullied.”
“But then how do we get her to stop bullying us?” Asked Scootaloo
“Well,” I said, “You could throw her down a well.”
The Crusaders looked horrified.
“That was a joke.” I added.
I could see Cheerilee walking towards us from the schoolhouse, and my heart sank.
“You girls better get going,” I said, “You don’t want to be involved in this.”
“Involved in what?” Asked Sweetie Belle
“Me and Diamond were the ones fighting,” I said, “So there’s no need for you guys to get in trouble too. I don’t really care if I get suspended.”
“That... wasn’t really a fight.” Said Scootaloo. “You just kinda glared at her and then fainted.”
“Yeah,” I said, “But Diamond has been in there talking to her so she’s probably made up a whole story to get me in trouble.”
“We saw the whole thing,” said Apple Bloom, “We can tell her what really happened.”
“The truth doesn’t matter,” I said, “What matters is what Cheerilee will believe; She’ll just think you’re covering for me because you don’t like Diamond Tiara.”
“Well we’ll stick with you anyway,” Said Scootaloo, “Because we’re your friends.”
Damnit. It couldn’t be unsaid now. I didn’t want friends, but I couldn’t reject their offer of friendship, not without hurting their feelings. I was stuck now, with even more ponies that I had to keep happy. More ponies I couldn’t ignore. More ponies that I had to convince that I was okay to stop them from feeling bad. I just knew I was going to screw it up and end up hurting all of them.
The Crusaders misinterpreted my sudden withdrawal into myself and gave me a group hug.
“It’s alright.” Said Apple Bloom. “We’ll be right here with you.”
“Is using magic against a non-unicorn, like, a big deal?” I asked.
“I mean, if I kicked her, instead of using magic,” I asked, “Would I be in more or less trouble?”
“She’s an Earth Pony, she’d fold you like a lawn chair.” Said Scootaloo, “Err, no offence.”
Well, that was comforting. Not only couldn’t I do magic, but I was at a massive strength disadvantage.
“Are you okay Green?” Asked Cheerilee. “I heard you fainted.”
“I’m fine.” I said
It was essentially my catchphrase at this point.
“Really?” Asked Cheerilee
“Whatever Diamond Tiara told you is a lie.” I said
“What did she tell me?” Cheerilee questioned
Great, more games. She wanted me to incriminate myself before I knew what Diamond had said.
“She told you something to try and get me in trouble because she’s bullying me.” I said
“What makes you think that?”
“Look I don’t care.” I said. “Just kick me out of the class. I don’t want to be here anyway.”
“Diamond Tiara says you threatened to throw her down a well.”
“I told her she should fall down a well, not that I would do it.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Because she’s a bully.”
“And you think falling down a well would make her a better pony?”
“Only if it was fatal.”
“Green, please don’t joke about things like this.”
My throat was starting to hurt and I had to fight to avoid my words coming out strangled.
“I’m not joking.” I said. “I want her to leave me and my friends alone, and if she has to fall down a well for that to happen then so be it.”
Be calm. Be logical. Don’t cry.
“You can’t just threaten to kill ponies because they were mean to you.”
I fixed my eyes with hers.
Focus on the anger, don’t cry.
“I didn’t threaten anything.” I retorted. “I just think we would all be better off if she fell down a well and broke her neck.”
My voice broke on the last word. I kept staring Cheerilee down, wishing she wasn’t so much taller than me.
“You have to calm down.” Cheerilee instructed. “Why don’t we go back to my office and-”
“I don’t have to do anything!” I yelled. “I don’t even want to be here!”
I was gritting my teeth to stop my jaw trembling.
“Why don’t you go listen to Diamond Tiara again,” I said, “I’m sure she’s fucking calm. Then you can leave me the hell alone and stop making things worse.”
“I’m trying to help you.”
“Well, I don’t want your ‘help’!” I said. “You’re going to tell me to be ‘reasonable’ and try to get along with Diamond Tiara. I refuse.”
“Just because she was mean to you once doesn’t mean she’s irredeemable.” She said, “Ponies can change, Green.”
“Well they’re not going to change if nopony gives them a chance.”
“That’s not my problem.” I said. “I’m not going to let her stab me in the back just because you think it would be nice if we were friends.”
“That’s not what I’m saying.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“This isn’t about Diamond Tiara,” Said Cheerilee, “Is it?”
“What’s goin’ on here?” Asked Applejack. “Are you alright Sweetpea?”
I just felt so tired. I lay back down on the grass again.
Howdy howdy, mothers and fuckers! Where we last left Anonymous... >Emerald returns to the fold! >Not only that, but she does so as a newly-appointed changeling spy! >Twilight's not happy that Anon knew this and brought her into the castle though... >No worries though, everything's fine and dandy now that ground rules have been established and boundaries set >Also, Emerald's getting curious to Anonymous's true identity again >Luckily for her, Anon tells her that Chrysalis has the answers she seeks as well as the disregard for Twilight's rules to spill the beans! Now, let's pick back up where we left off...
>... >..... >....... >... Huh, no dream tonight >What a shame, you wanted to tell Luna how things were going >Well, maybe you still can >After all, she managed to contact you that one time despite you not dreaming Hey, Luna, you there? >... >..... >....... >Well shit >Guess that was a one-time emergency measure >Oh well, it's not like this can't wait until some time later >Time to return to the void! >. . . >Ahh, Saturday! >Time for the tests to begin, and for you to finally see what happens with your brilliant ideas! >You hop out of bed and go about your morning business, all the way until you go to the kitchen to find Twilight and Spike having breakfast "Howdy, what's the schedule?" >Twilight looks up from the papers in front of her and takes a drag of her coffee before responding >"We start the testing at 10, all the subjects have been informed. First is the physical trial, then the mental trial. Anypony who scores more than a 150 on these two tests, both out of 100, is considered eligible. After that, a break for lunch, and then you tell the winners to go home since none of them will willingly spend the night with Chrysalis even if they're being paid to." >You furrow your brow and huff in Twilight's direction, prompting Spike to speak up between bites of waffles >"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure that at least one pony will accept." "Thank you, Spike. That does make me feel better." >"Enough feeling bad for yourself, the waffles are getting cold and I'm sure that you'd rather have them hot." >That's a fair point, waffles are better when warm >You're gonna have to wash the syrup out of your face, though >... >Eh, fuck it >You grab the plate that Spike left for you and sit down at the table, trying your best to prevent the inevitable >Sadly, your efforts are in vain as your face fur still ends up sticky and maple-flavored >So, you retreat to the bathroom to wash it off and then return to the kitchen >After that, you fart around for a while until Twilight says that it's time to go to the field "The field?" >"Yes, did you think that I would just set this all up in my own backyard?" "Well, no, but I didn't really know where you were putting it all together." >"Then allow me to show you as soon as Spike gets back with the necessary materials." >A few seconds later, the purple dragon himself walks in bearing a stack of papers, a sun visor, a clipboard, a pencil, a megaphone, and a whistle >"Alright, this is everything!" >"Good, we'll be right on time!" >Spike takes his place at Twilight's side and all three of you teleport off to... some field, I guess? >When the flash clears, you find yourself on a hill overlooking an obstacle course, a few dozen stallions, and most of Ponyville >Twilight grabs the megaphone, clipboard, paper, and pen from Spike while he puts on the sun visor and the whistle >You just sit there and try to look thoughtful yet imposing for the onlooking masses >Twilight clears her throat, raises the megaphone to her lips, and addressed the assembled stallions >"Alright, you all know why you're here, so it's time we got to the main event! This test will be split up into two trials, one physical and one mental, in which both will be graded out of 100 points. Behind you all, is the obstacle course. The optimal time to beat it in is two minutes and thirty seconds, and each second over that time will deduct two points from your overall score. Any of you who pass both trials with 150 points or more will be selected for the next round of screening. Understood?" >The crowd lets out an assortment of agreements, some more enthusiastic than others >"Fantastic! Up first is the obstacle course, and you will all be going through in alphabetical order, so please line up as I list your names..."
>The names of all the stallions are read out and they all organize into a line at the beginning of the course, leaving the three of you to get into observational position >The stallions are fed through one by one, each of them doing their best but usually still falling short of the 2:30 time margin >Some by mere seconds, others by up to a minute >Only two managed to clear it before the margin, netting a surprised nod from Twilight >Once all the stallions were through and all the numbers crunched, Twilight picks the megaphone back up for the last time today >"That does it for the physical trial! You all have an hour for lunch now, and we'll all meet back up in front of my castle for the mental exam!" >After this, she teleports all three of you back to the castle >"And that hour applies to both of you as well, in case you were wondering." >upon hearing this, Spike shoots you both finger guns and starts backing out of the room >"Then I'll see you both in an hour!" >Turning to Twilight, you pose a question "So, how many can still make it out of the 33?" >She flips through the papers attached to the clipboard, scanning each for no more than a second >"... 21 of them." "Alright, 21's not bad. How many of them do you predict will manage to get through the next test?" >Twilight begins flipping back through her notes again, this time a little slower >"Anywhere between none and all of them." >Well that really narrows it down! "Ok, so you don't want to make assumptions there but you will about the integrity of my plans. I see." >"None of these ponies have given me a reason to judge their intelligence yet, don't blame me for using information you gave me to judge yours." >The nerve! >You resist the urge to push Twilight, and instead opt for what would be a particularly rude gesture back on Earth "If I still had fingers, I'd be showing you one!" >Twilight giggles in response, but still apologizes >"I'm sorry, that was too far. You're not stupid, you're just naive." "No, I'll fully admit that I'm stupid, it just hurts to get called out on it so brutally." >Twilight wraps a wing around you and pulls you in next to her for a moment >"You're not stupid, otherwise nothing you've put together here would've worked like it has. Don't sell yourself short, you're fine." >After the motherly speech is over, you both follow the same path Spike did before you back to the kitchen and to a pair of sandwiches left in the fridge >Note to self: thank Spike for sandwich >The better part of an hour later, the three of you are assembled once again >Spike, bearing yet more papers and a pen/clipboard, Twilight with her own assembled stack of papers and pencils, and you with... >With a winning smile! :) >Before the front doors are opened, you thank Spike for the sandwich and take your spot at Twilight's side >When the doors are opened, you see the same mass of stallions waiting outside >"Alright, I'm glad to see you're all here on time! If you'll all just follow me inside, I'll get you all set up and started on the next exam." >Everybody follows Twilight in, and all of you are lead to a large room set up with enough desks for all the subjects >They all take their seats, and Twilight makes another announcement after trading cargo with Spike >"All of you will get a test, each with 25 questions and all of them randomly organized to prevent cheating. Each question answered incorrectly will get up to four points deducted from your score, from 100 down to 0 if all answers are completely incorrect. You all have an hour to complete the test, and any incomplete tests must still be handed in. Any questions?" >Assorted negatives from the room >"Great! Spike, if you please?" >"Got it." >Spike distributes the papers and pencils, and Twilight begins the test once all of them are distributed >One more hour later, all the tests are turned in >"Thank you all for your cooperation thus far, I'll now grade these and be back with the results. In the meantime, I'd like to ask you all to wait here, please." >Twilight then pulls you out of the room with her, but gestures for spike to stay behind and keep an eye on the group
>Once the door is closed, you ask another question "So, any estimates now?" >"Still no, not until I've graded all of these." "Fair enough." >You grab hold of Twilight right as her horn lights up, sensing her teleportation coming >Just in time! >You feel the flash cross your mind and dissipate into the scenery of Twilight's office, giving you the signal that it's time to pull your hoof away >Hint hint >... >... You're stuck, aren't you? >Twilight's disappointed sigh confirms this >"Next time just ask if I can teleport you too, it'll stop things like this from happening and potentially being worse than it is now." "What do you mean, worse than it is now? We're fused together right now, aren't we? I mean-" >Twilight puts a hoof to your mouth to quiet you down before lighting up her horn a second time >Instead of teleporting though, you see her become translucent and float away from you a short distance before re-materializing >"It's a good thing that I learned a spell that grants me intangibility for situations like this, isn't it? Now, to grading!" >Man, magic is stupid OP here! >As twilight sits at her desk and begins the grading process, you walk up next to her and look around at the papers >Looking over the questions, you see some pretty standard stuff for an IQ test >Pattern recognition, numbers, shapes, words... >You know, stuff that you'd probably have just thrown around guesses for as opposed to actually trying >So, understandably, you just sit and watch as Twilight grades all of it >When she's done with that, she does the final tally of scores and gives you the verdict >"... And that's all. Five of the participants are eligible. Ready to give them the results?" >You take a breath to steady your mind, preparing yourself for what comes next "As ready as I'll ever be. Teleport us." >Twilight nods and gathers the clipboard, igniting her horn yet again and enveloping you both in a violet aura >Poof, and you're back in the test room! >Twilight takes charge once again and makes another announcement, this time to tell those who failed the tests to leave >Once all that's over, the chosen five remain seated before you >You look to Twilight, she looks back and nods >Deep breath in... >Exhale >You take a step forward, drawing the attention of all five assembled stallions, and begin your speech "First, I'd like to thank all five of you for showing up and participating in this set of tests. Also, because undoubtedly you all have questions that need to be answered, I'll answer them for you before we move on to the second point I have." >The five of them look between each other in obvious confusion, but one of them raises a hoof tentatively after a moment "Yes?" >"Uh... Why is a filly being the one to tell us this and not Princess Twilight?" "Because Princess Celestia specifically told me to do all of this, Twilight's just helping me. Before any of you ask about that as well, I'm legally forbidden from elaborating further." >Two of the stallions groan, a third's shoulders slump, and the last two look between each other in further confusion at this, but you see no other indication of questions from any of them "Now that that's out of the way, let's get on to the second point of why you're all here. I'm sure you all are aware of the treaty that was signed a while ago, between Equestria and the Badlands?" >You notice looks of realization cross the faces of a few of the participants, with the others following not far behind "Well, there was something Celestia promised to do as part of it, something which you all have been tested here to aid in." >The looks of realization transition into a collective look of dread "However, I believe in the idea of voluntary contribution. That's why I'm telling you all this now, instead of telling you to get on a train tomorrow. Any of you willing to do so and help maintain this new relationship between our nation and our southern neighbors, then stick around. Any of you not interested, feel free to leave." >Another stallion raises his hoof while the other four exchange looks of disgust >"Yeah, what do we get for doing this, because you're crazy if you think I'm doing this for free." "I have been given a blank check to finance this. As long as it isn't a crazy enough number to get Celestia to breathe down my neck, you're probably fine." >"And how big is that number" "I'm not sure, give me your asking price and I'll make a guess." >"10,000,000 bits, lowest I'll go." >...shit "Then we may have a problem, as that's more than a thousand times what I myself am being paid for this and I'm assuming that that's going way out of ballpark for this kind of thing." >Two of the stallions walk out immediately, the third shrugs and follows, and the fourth looks to the guy asking the questions for approval >"No dice, let's bounce." >And then the fifth ignites his horn, poofing away him and his friend to presumably somewhere outside
>Well >Fuck >Fuck... >You sigh and hang your head, not even bothering to hide your disappointment >"I guess this means plan B is up, good thing you're going to see the doctor again about your nose this weekend." "I mean yeah, but I was kinda hoping that this would actually work." >Twilight comes over to your side and places a hoof around your shoulders, pulling you in while simultaneously pulling your head back up >"Hey, at least now you can get that gold-plated statue of yourself and write it off as expenses, right?" "I guess, but hey, at least I'm actually still getting paid for all this!" >Twilight looks away for a few moments, but returns her gaze to you with a surprised expression >"You know, that's right! Celestia never said you needed to actually get any ponies to chrysalis, she just said that for every one that you got here and that passed muster you'd be paid!" "And with 33 attendees and 5 successes at 200 and 500 bits respectively..." >"... That means you're getting 9100 bits for all of this!" "Well, assuming Tia doesn't try to pull any 'rules as intended' BS." >"And if she doesn't, then I guess I'll be the one paying whatever medical bills we'll need paid after you're done with all of plan B." "You know, funny you should mention that, because I ended up having a conversation about this with Luna a long while back and we actually figured out that if anyone's going to be physically broken by this it's probably going to be Chrysalis." >Twilight immediately withdraws herself from your side, looking at you with a grimace somewhere between mild disgust and moderate concern, with a dash of curiosity "We humans are known for having incredible stamina in all respects, that's all I'm going to say on the matter." >"Duly noted. All that being said, I'll go ask the princess about sending over your payment and send over the collected invoice I wrote up last night. I'll get back to you when I get a response, so-" "Actually, I have a question really quickly." >Twilight stops as she's walking away, turning slightly to look back at you >"Hm?" "Can I actually try these tests myself to see how I'd place?" >Twilight finishes turning all the way towards you again and responds >"I suppose, but you'll have to wait until the doctor gives you a clean bill on that nose to run the obstacle course. I'll go grab my master copy of the paper exam though, you can take that now. Well... Never mind, it doesn't matter." >And with that, she begins walking away again "What doesn't matter?" >Twilight calls back to you without even turning around, continuing to walk out of the room and leaving you no choice but to follow her into the hall >"I was just weighing whether or not you observing me grading these tests would affect your ability to take it legitimately, but it doesn't really matter if it's solely for fun." "Oh, fair. See you when you have it, then!" >And with all that settled, you wait for Twilight's return with either the master test or the money Celestia now owes you
>A few minutes pass, and you spend them wishing that you hadn't left your phone in your room >Twilight ends up returning soon though, test in magic and pen in front of you >"Alright, you also have an hour to finish it. You know the rules, and I'll also tell you that Celestia's gotten back to me. The bits should be here in a week, once she's had every lawyer she can find look over the the paper and redact as much as she needs to in order to pay you under the table properly." >Nice! >Without any further ado, Twilight gives you the test and sits down in front of you with a pocket watch and a book >Alright, question 1... >... Well then >The fuck do you do here? >It's one of the pattern ones, and it's got like... >... Eh, it's A >Question 2... >You continue down along the test like this, choosing answers as you feel and bowing to every particularly strong whim along the way >Hell, you even take the time to doodle a little on one of the pages while you debate on whether to choose B or C this time >With your luck, the correct answer'll be D though >At least it's not like this matters at all, this is purely for fun >You pen in the last question and push the test towards Twilight, who in turn takes it and reads it over >You get no visual cues about what she's thinking, only a nod every now and then >"Alright, you got a score of 80 points. You also took 40 minutes to complete the test, in case you were wondering." "Solid. Guess I'm not that dumb after all!" >Twilight stands back up and smiles at you warmly >"See? What did I say?" "Now all I have to do is conquer the obstacle course and then I'll prove myself as the most powerful mortal on this planet!" >Twilight raises an eyebrow at your comment, letting a smirk cross her face as she replies >"What about dragons?" "The most powerful reasonably-sized mortal on this planet!" >"I'm not too sure about reasonably sized either... Could you really even fit through a door?" "Quit taking this from me, I'm trying!" >"How about the most powerful being willing to bed Chrysalis?" >You sigh, imagining the size of the pool (or should you say puddle?) that puts you into "I guess, but that doesn't sound very imposing." >"Trust me, your height makes up for that. Even considering your stature right now, you're taller than most other foals in your relative age bracket." >True, you do look down on all of your classmates, now that you think of it >You follow Twilight back out of the room as you walk, considering these thoughts a little more >However, there turns out to not be much more to consider "So, what now?" >"Now I go back to take care of whatever paperwork I need to. You're free to do what you want." >Huh >You kinda thought there'd be more to today, especially with the time you've spent hyping it up in your head >Alright... Time to go play games? >Sure? >Sure, okay >You spend the rest of the day screwing around on your phone, taking a break when dinner time comes >. . .
>>303842 And that's all I have for now! Sorry that the hiatus was pretty long again, I'm putting most of my time and energy into college right now and trying and failing to do better than I have in my previous semesters. I'll get to work on "It's the Little Things" next, so expect that to happen sometime before Half-Life 3 comes out. In the meantime, comment and critique with anything you want to say so that I can try to make this better for you all, and as always, I hope you all have a great night!
>Parents have finally found the Manga collection. >You might be a social, but you have a somewhat respective hobby that could support yourself and the medium that showed you it. >Then there's the foreign fiction works >Your parents didn't quite understand, but they were glad that those books and stories helped you get your cutie mark. >They did find your lack of life long friends disturbing. >Like many protagonists before you, you were kicked out into a fancy school. >Twilight Sparkle's school of friendship. >That was a shock from the comfortable life you lived all part of the keikaku >Just like them your mentor was killed locked away until the task of friendship is complete. >Some part of the school must have some evil and that's why your headed there. >Flying comfortably to the building. >You're going to have to choose a personality >Cute, innocent with a conniving 'hidden' personality? >The plucky pirate? >The brooding personality wouldn't be all that conducive for fast friendship. >The mechafilly? >Dipping a little too low you hit a pony >and that's awful >Suddenly that hit green filly who looked like she sucked a lemon speaks >"Hello, I'm Anonymous wanna be friends so my mom gives back my hard earned games and comics." >A fellow pony in the same situation. "Golly that sounds awful, my parents took away my man- comics too and to make life long friends." >Her eyes widened >Mine too I forgot to introduce myself! "Golly I'm so sorry, I'm Cozy Glow pleased to meet-cha." >"How about we'll be life long friends Cozy I get how hard it is to get manga into Equestria." >She understands! >Maybe this won't be so bad. >"Ah as your token genre savvy adopted alien gender swapped best friend what ever you do don't steal all of Equestria's magic to be the empress of friendship." >Wha- >That seems a little specific "Why you want it all for your self?" >She shakes her head. >"My mom Purple would ground me for a thousand years." >Good point, the princess would do something too. >I mean if I make the right moves and account for randomness it'll be just like chess. >Maybe she does have a point if it seems that easy. >"How about we head to my place we could play chess or something, and my mom can write to your parents too." >She knows how to play chess? "You know how to play chess?" >"Not very well." >So begins the life long friendship of personal convenience.
You're feeling warm and cozy when familiar plinking rings out. Along with its friend haybacon. Despite Spike being Spike sometimes, he does do a bangup job. The sun reaches through the window to pat you gently as a sunnyside up smiley pancake. Spike knows how to irk you to no end, different than how Twilight does it. Still he does breakfast, when he does it, as a sacred time for the passing of fasting. It's enough to forgive everything else. He does it seriously and just the way you like it, and before you didn't know just how much that made a difference. Even the drink served matters. The bed is very enticing but Spike cares not if his meal accounts for toothpaste, and Twilight has a sixth sense for lack of brushed teeth now that you're a minipone. Away from the dream realm as the sun and meal ever ticks closer. Not the cold water, nor the mysterious hooves of gripping said brush could do anything to you. Breakfast is coming. You will meet it. It's almost to die for. You know this because Death visted last week for breakfast. It's why the Golden Oaks Library still stands, as Spike made Breakfast during Tirek's rampage. It's why Discord never messed with Breakfast, and when he can he brings Fluttershy over for it. It's why Sombra was stalled longer, why Shining Armor, Mi Amore Cadenza, and the Crystal Citizens held long and fast. This breakfast halted the wedding and Chrysalis' plans as she collapsed from diabeetus at Cadence's usual. It's why Discord offered Spike to be his Breakfast magistrate matador. It's why Luna on her rainbow encrusted recovery tasted victory over the darkness that was in her soul. Breaking her thousand year fast such her heart grew three sizes that day, and is her sister's equal in height. Breakfast by Spike the dragon is very good. Walking down the stairs your met by the once again massively enlarged banquet table with friends and foe. A parlay to rehash differences, and common ground. They always cave as Spike holds the keys to Breakfast that no amount of magic or mind conditioning could muster. Breakfast given of his own two claws with heart and soul. Sitting down a familiar conversation between parties present. In the end everyone gains a new friend, and a joy for something that everyone bonds over. It's time for Breakfast, for Spike's perfectly normal meal cookery. Nothing more and nothing less, other than Breakfast. Plates are passed, bottles, plates, bowls, and various items cheerfully handed. It's bewildering. Seeing every single being here anticipating when Spike himself can join in. Delaying the Breakfast for a friend. This too is a struggle, but one worth the grind. This too shall pass, but Breakfast can always come again. There is only one Spike the dragon and he makes Breakfast possible with all these friends here and there is only one you who could be you. It's all mutual the feeling of a heart warming breakfast with friends.
>Anonfilly, because Twilight just does her thing regardless. "Twilight... I know you ignore my advice everysingle time. And then I say I told you so, but for the love of Celestia find a different way." >Maybe just this one time your message will reach her. >Dozens of Pinkies are jumping around causing havoc. >"I'm sure this will-" >You grab Twilight as best a smol hoers could "Twilight Sparkle you're going to be the one to tell Pinkie Pie's parents why their daughter might be dead because you weren't sure which one she is." >She shifts uncomfortably. >"But the book-" "Not this time. The clones don't have the same memories, but they are rapidly becoming their own pony. What that means Twilight all you have to do is ask Pinkie to meet her at her family's home, that's all." >Purple, please... >"But that's not efficient in the book. "That's right, but it's more reliable and robust. Let's go close the mirror pool and then find have Celestia find a home for these ponies." >Almost "It's to make sure Pinkie survives." >"Right, the stress has been getting to me. It isn't about removing the clones-" >Another building collapses. >She sucks in a shuttering breath. >"-what matters is keeping our Pinkie no matter what." "It's not like Ponyville doesn't get destroyed every week or so."
>You are Anonfilly, the sole survivor of Equestria >G4.5 happened >Then G5 came >It was a doomsday spell gone terribly horrendous. >The world broke and Discord... >He was smeared across the land like an crayon. >So were many other ponies, creatures, and artifacts. >Twilight before her gruesome end implanted a magic spell in you that would fix everything. >Good news all you had to do was nothing. >Bad news it activates in five years to charge up fully. >How do you spend those five years in the hell scape that is G5?
>>304682 same way I spent the last five years here on earth >stay away from everyone >stay inside >do my own thing >never let the disgusting normals corrupt me I'm going to make pre-friendship purple proud
>Twilight catches filly drawing on the walls one too many times and proceeded to shove her down the stairs >Filly cracks her head on the way down and is promoted to vegetable >Twilight takes care of her at first out of a sense of guilt but slowly grows to hate filly >Filly is holding her back from adventuring in life and settling down with any pony >Can't really enjoy time with friends because she knows the vegetable is waiting for her to return >Late at night the evil guilty thoughts she fights off in the day come out as her drinking begins >Stroke filly's head as she sleeps while drinking and looking at a knife >One night decide fuck it all or nothing she wants her life back >proceeds to stab filly >A now screaming and bleeding filly struggles and tries to get away, she's been faking being brain dead for years as revenge >Twilight beats her over the head with a wine bottle untill she stops moving and cradles the now limp bloody filly
>The room has cleared out a bit. >You stand at the table, dusting it off a bit with a weary hoof. >The green of your coat stands as vibrant as the day you left your first home and came here, despite the bit of dust on it. >It's been a few minutes. >You think back on all the conversations, all the tales and paintings... >All the banter and shitposting. >You wouldn't trade any of it for all the shekels in the world, and now they're telling you it's time to go back? >"You'll be going too, I guess?" >You look back at your equally weary friend, a small party hat perched on her head. >You come up next to her and wrap her in a tight hug. "Going where? Home?" >You chuckle drily. "What could be more home than here? These walls have seen things, for better or for worse. I might go out to talk to a few of the others and give them a hoof when they need a bump, but my heart is here with you." >You pause before adding: "No homo." >"God, you fucking faggot. A happy birthday would've done fine, didn't have to pour your heart out on the floor." "Sorry, it's done." >You feel her grip tighten around you and you press the side of your head into her neck. >"Do you want to watch a movie?" "Sure, what do you have in mind?" >"They Live." "Feeling nostalgic? We must've seen it fifteen times." >"Shut up and get the popcorn, I'll grab the blankets from the closet." ~Fin.
>You're Anonfilly aka practically a lesser god of this realm >"My dearest daughter it's time to wakey wakey." >That's Sunbutt the mom, she never remembers any of the details. "Morning Sunbutt." >Late at night really, but does it really matter? >"My precious little pony is so cute. Why I made a new friend today. You'll like her." >She's so—unguarded. "We're meeting them over a breakfast of tendies?" >"Breakfast... yes. Of course." >There she is young Twilight Sparkle, dreams, magic, and memories animating her. >She's jumping around the newly formed table. >"Hi I'm Twilight Sparkle, once a big noise and-" >She jumps on two back legs imitating an explosion >"-boosh-" >"-my young filly magics just went kathoom!" >The potted plants in the corner of the room became her parents. >"That's right my little pony. A big boosh too." >All of them are wearing a heartfilled proud grin >Celestia's is radiant >"Cake for everypony!" >Sleepy dream Celestia is always fun >but maybe one day you'll be able to be out there with them
>You're Anon Apple >The pun isn't lost on you >or your classmates. >The fact is— well... >Years ago "Fucking birb! Lemme go fagit!" >Bundled up tight in a woven crib flying through the sky. "Your momma was a peacock and your father is a hamster!" >HONK >A really loud ringing bird noise rattled you >and the crib >infact you're falling— >"Well did ya live?" "No." >Hopefully the state you're giving her is clueing her in. >"Yay ghost cousin!"
>Be tiny green faggot >wake up to the feeling of some pony clambering into your bed and slipping under the covers >Soft eeeing can be heard as you feel hooves slip around you and hold you tight >Fucking bat fillies >You try to wiggle out of her grip but she lets out a panicked eee and holds you tighter >She's got you in her clutches for the time being and you have no where to go and regret not planning for this >Bat pony snuggling has been up 60 percent and it looks like youre the latest victim >A shiver runs up your spin as she starts to nuzzle your neck only making things worse >Any words of protest are ignored along with threats of violence >This filly is willing to risk it all for some snuggle time >Letting out a defeated snort you begrudgingly accept defeat, trying to get more comfortable as the filly holding you makes happy bat noises >Fuckin bats man, what can you do >Maybe tomorrow you'll set up a decoy to keep bats fillies out >A yawn escapes your lips as your interrupted sleep remindes you that it's still night time >at least the bat is comfy, not that you would say it gotta keep up appearances and such >Slowly the bat filly stops fidgiting as she feels you relax knowing shes won she smiles and gets cozy >The presence of a warm body holding you aids in sleep over taking you and as you fall asleep you hope the other fillies wont tease you too badly for getting snuggled tomorrow
>Be filly >Napping in the sun light like a total G, shits cash as fuck >Warm ass celestia rays all on your face and junk, hella nice breeze tossing fresh scents of fly pegasi up in your direction >All you do all day is scope out bad bitchez and nap >Twilight says you should make friends but fuck dat noize, who needs some lame ass friends when you can be peeping on some sick ass tail instead >Twilight is a complete square and doesn't know about the finer things in life >Spot one fine ass honey >awooga.png >Time to sweep this bad bitch off her feet and score yourself a three pointer >Swagger on up to this fine piece of mare "Was gud muh fillaa? A nice bitch like you wanna come eye up my crib? Maybe we can get up to a lil bang bang if youz feels mez. Cuz damn bitch Id sure likes to feel you." >The mare looks speechless, you always did have a way with the ladies >smoothcriminal.gif >"young filly who is your mother? If you were my filly I'd ground you and tan your hide for speaking to some pony like that!" >Aw sheet not again "Chillax bitch no need to get all bent, was just foolin and sheet your ass ain't even that fine anyway. I dont need your stanky raggedy ass up in my baller crib anyway." >Realizing shit maybe fucked you start to dip on this skank >"Wait a minute, I recognize you. You're Twilight's filly arnt you? You can bet your mother will hear about this." >Your mind flashes back to twilight beating you and you question your choice in babes as you flee the scene of the crime
>Be filly >Everypony in Equestria is used to your shenanigans >You have matured so Twi is no longer bitchy >With the years, you ceased to be cute and became beautiful >And having lived a another childhood makes you no longer desire to be the filly >You're content with ending that chapter of your life and see what the future might bring "I'm at peace." >Or not. We live. We die. We live again! Till Valhall!
<"Anon, I told you to study," bookhorse calls. >You lie away from her on your side in your bed. "I am," you say and lift up the book, your reading, from its place on the bed so that smart horse can see it. "This is comfy studying." >Purple chuckle and walked up to you. >She sees how you let one part of the book rest on the bed while holding the other side, and the page your currently reading, up with a hoof. >She nods. <"Respect." "Yeah," you say, give her a smile and look back at the page. <I know a way this techinuqe could be improved upon." "Really? How-" >As you turn around, you're embraced by a pair of soft hooves.
>Thunder rolls across the night sky, rumbling like a hungry dragon >Somewhere in pony ville A purple unicorn yawns as she reads a book by the firelight >The room is quiet except for the crackling of fire wood and the occasional turn of a page >The unicorn pauses to take a sip of her tea as rain starts to patter off the window >A light breeze whistles through the trees and a flash of lightning casts a white glow over lunas perfect knight >The pegasi had been planning this storm for weeks >nestled under the covers a small green filly gentle snoozes >She had a big day today with all of her little friends and was exhausted >A growing boom in the distance signals the storm growing ever closer stirring the filly from her slumber >Slowly sitting up she lets out a loud yawn and stretches, rubbing her eyes she looks around taking in her surroundings >It seems the purple mare had placed her in bed >A crack of thunder shakes the house ever so slightly and the filly slips out of bed in search of purple >Turning another page the purple mare pauses her reading as she hears the soft tap of hoof steps approaching her room as well as the soft squeak of hinges >She pretends not to notice a little filly slipping inside and laying down next to her the young thing quickly falling back to sleep once more >She kisses the little one on the head as she puts down her book, snuggling the filly as the two fall asleep by the fire
The best drawfilly and writefag is (You). Denying it deserves a boop. Accepting also deserves a boop. - High Inquisitor Twilight, Purple, Sparkle 《Article 27: Friendship manuscripts on Xeno interactions》
>Be filly >With your hooves, you lean back and pour an large can of parasprite down your throat. >After your done, you swipe you muzzle with your hoof and relase a large burp. >Snickering into your hoof while thinking about how cool your're, you decide to flatten the can against your forehead. >You hold out one of your hooves and balance the can on it. >Then you smash the can into your forehead, expecting it to go flat as a pancake. >It doesn't. >Instead, it bounces off your head and skips across the floor while making loud metallic sounds. >It hurts where the can hit and you soon feel something hot pour down your face from your forehead. >You touch your face and see how your green hoof now has red stains on it. "Owweee! It hurts!" you scream without thinking. >You regret it right afterwards as you hear thuds from hooves coming from above. >You clench your teeth and look for the remote to the tv but in the dark you can't find it. >You know you put it somewhere in the couch. >Then you feel ice freeze your heart as hoof steps can be heard comming closer down from the other side of the wall, specifically the area of the stairs. >You feel something hard slightly under your flank to your left in the couch. >The remote! >You pick it up and you're just about to zap off the tv when you her a voice just behind you. "What are you doing?" >You finally change channel and zap it off in one go but you feel the tip of our ear being pulled by a force you have come to be familar with. >You hear hoof steps comming closer and closer but they you noticed that they began just outside the room. >`She´ must have just rounded corner. >Maybe all hope wasn't lost. >Due to the tv being shut off the room was now dark. >You turned around as you the sound of hoofsteps just behind you. >The purple glow from her horn was the only thing that lit up her pruple face. >Your mom, Twilight Sparkle, wore an angry look on her face. >You tried to look calm and tried to give her an innocent smile. >You felt more ice emerginf inside your heart as her look of anger change to one of a sadistic grin. "Ehh, hi mom," you say, trying to sound convincingly cheerful. >She seemed to ignore you. <"I saw that the tv was on. Did you finally decide to go back to bed?" she says with a small undertone of sarcasm. >You nod. "Yeah, hehe." You screatch the back of your head with a hoof. "I was just about to call it a night. He." <"Ah, was there something Intentions to continue but knowing myself it might not happen. Need to do something now though so I'll post what I have so far.
>Be Anonfilly >Twilight said you could become almost anything. >So you became a Treebrary >It's not like you wanted to become a tree or anything baka >It's just living next to a school of magic, national heros and all sorts of chaos things happen >It's a hazard of living in horsey land >Being a tree with books inside isn't all that great >it's better than that one filly who turned into a werehouse >And one writefag you knew turned into a greenhouse! <SPIRNG DAMAGE REPORT: Magically Modified Parsprites Leave Ponyville Homeless. <Damages are exceeding disaster budget <Locals are in shock and grief <So are royal agents on the field <Contact The Elements The Princesses <Signed: Commissioner Poneson
>be smoll green faggot >Celestia last night was wild you're not even sure where you are right now >As you try to take on your new surroundings you feel the warm embrace of two mares press in a little closer to you, holding you in place >shiggy.diggy >Well shit it's about time you got some action, too bad you can't remember it >You try to adjust but this only results in the mares holding you tighter in their warmth >Guess you're stuck here, it would be rude to wake them up now >Closing your eyes you try to remember last night, you remember twilight throwing a party at her tree house and there was alcohol though things are still kinda hazy >you gasp as the warm breath of rarity tickles your neck and makes it hard for your brain to function >Stupid brain forgetting a night of fun with two cute mares, of all the injustices of the world >Sighing you delve back into your mind >a memory of trying to drink only to get blocked by twi and her nagging that fillies cant drink >Fuckin bitch knows full well how old you are >Another memory of trixie waving you over late into the party >She snagged you some fruity booze, what a bro >stealthily you pound back the sweet liquor and regret doing so as your small filly body cant handle much >that explains the dull ache in your head as of now >Your memory walk is cut off by trixie stroking your belly and humming some tune in her sleep >Goose bumps crawl over your skin as pleasure tickles your mind the same pleasure increased as rarity presses herself to you >You melt against the two sleeping mares and let out a sigh then try to cover your mouth >Trixie's ear twitches and she starts to stretch and yawn slowly waking up and pulling away from you a little >This new movement seems to rouse rarity just a little as she squeezes you like a teddy bear >"oh, good morning nonny did you sleep well?" >her voice is heavy with morning drowsiness as she looks at you "Um y-yeah just peachy. Where are we?" >"Well last night got a little crazy so trixie thought she would take you for awalk to help with the drunkenness. Miss rarity got curious as she saw us exiting and wanted to know why trixie would be leaving a party with a young filly all alone." >Trixie flushes a little and rubs her head with a hoof >"After explaining she only had the best intentions miss rarity found it rather amusing and invited us back to her place. You fell asleep so we laid you down for bed. Of course we ended up drinking more and being too drunk to walk we sorta...joined you." "That's it? No othershenanigans?" >Your heart sinks a little as she nods though she seems a little confused why you would look disappointed >At this point all the talking woke rarity who looked rather more flustered and embarresed to being waking in such an undignified fashion >Apologizing she quickly scooted out of bed to go clean herself up and promised to take you home >Laying there you wish you had some more booze as trixie waves good bye and heads off as well >such is the life of filly
>>306085 >>306086 Shit shit I cant find her anywhere. They dont come pre pregnant right? She wont build a nest in the walls right? Think i have no choice but to wait tomorrow before searching. Gona have my dog sleep with me, it will keep the little faggot away if she tries anything.
>>306087 >They dont come pre pregnant right? I assume you saw the piles from the factory. I think we can be sure there is at least some that came out of them with some extra stuffing. A doggo is good to have for protection. But be wary if the dog finds some treats you didn't place there before it goes to bed, could be sleeping pills.
>Be the filly. >You wander through the park. >A multitude of colorful flowers sway in the wind. >A butterfly with orange wings flutters over to you and sits down on your nose. >You smile and feel a since of awe for the wonders and beauty of life. >Something hard hits your right cheek and you fall to the ground in an instance. >You slowly open one of your eyes and see the twitching legs of the butterfly llying on the ground next to you. >Its wing is broken. >You look at it with sad eyes. >A purple hoof comes down and squashes it in front of you. Anyway.
>Be Twilight Sparkle >Her deadened eyes stare and a small font of glee erupts in your belly. >The cycle of life can start now. "I did it." >Someponies hoof taps you on your hind quartars, turning around >"Umm Twilight memhmm-" >Fluttershy's mumbling something, and she's teary eyed. >Fucking Anon. >You rub your face in exasperation. >Great now you have mud on your forehead. "What did Anon do this time?" >Finally a reaction from her >A tired sigh then her eyes squint in thought >She rapidly pales >Then becomes an enraged red >Ah you know exactly how she feels. >Anon has that- CRACK >Everything is ringing "What?" >Dead eyes stare back at you >Then they change >Whatever warmth you had is replaced with butterflies. >The last thing you see is a trio of them on yellow fur as your spine becomes a Pinkie Pie ribbon.
>>306258 >Be Flutters. >Be on trial for the murder of Twilight Sparkle. >You're the ponice's primary suspect. >Well, you kinda did kill her but how was it not justified? >Your former friend killed a small, sweet, beautiful, innocent, butterfly, and also abused Anon and stuff... >But the equestrian goverment didn't count that as murder. >No, of course not. >Ponies killing each other was wrong but ponies killing butterfiles or butterflies killing other butterflies wasn't even a crime. >"Eh-uhm, miss Anonymous Filly, you were found on the day of the murder next to the lifeless body of the victim, having your fur caked in her blood. The ponice that found you reported that you were, quote mumbling over-and-over-again, 'The queen in yellow flutters in and takes your momfu away,' and you stared off into space. They said you remained unreachable for three days. Did you witness who killed your adoptive mother, Twilight Sparkle?"
>Be the filly. >The rays of the sun prod you awake. >You stretch out your forehooves into the air. >You sit up in your bed that is just next to the windows. >You turn your head and look at the queen-sized bed with a canopy that stands further into the room. >Through the half-transparent curtains, you see the bed sheets rise across a lump in the bed. >You let ouf a sigh of relief and smile towards the lump in the bed. >You, with outmost care, lower one of your hooves to the floor and off your much smaller bed. >You walk past the big bed's foot and turn to the left. >Again, with care, you open a door leading into an adjecent room. >Having entered that room and closed the door behind you, you let out another sigh of relief. >You reach out in the blackness of the room and tap something by habit. >It starts to glow a blue shin that lits up the room that is revealed to be a restroom. >You look at you disheveled black mane with your green eyes and lightly starts to correct it with a couple of licks on one of your green forehooves and couple of combing strokes from it in question. >After filling the toilet with a bucket's worth of steamy yellow piss. >I mean shit, you just kept pissing and pissing and pissing. >A steady stream that poured out from the hole just above your horsepussy, flew in an arch over the toilet seat, and splashed into the toilet bowl with a clinking sound that reminded you of Santa's bells on Christmas eve. I don't know. I feel as if I'm ruining the pacing when I'm describing all of this. I'm not sure yet, cause I'm writing from the seat-of-my-pants but I think this might not be relevant to the story at large. Please, give me your honest feedback. >Anyway, you exit the restroom and looked over to the lump in the grand bed. "Heh, it's almost more calming to watch you sleep than to sleep myself. At least, like this, I know where I have you," you say but after a moment you cover your mouth with a hoof. >You lower your hoof again as you notice that the occupant hasn't moved and porbably sleeps too soundly to have heard you. >You glance at some double doors. >With careful steps, you exit the room through them and enter a crystal hallway. >It almost makes you wish that you were one of those Anonfillies, the ones you had read about in your previous life, that got to stay with Twilight. >Well, you were a previous Anon that now was a filly but your relationship with Twilight, if you even can call meeting a pony once a relationship, was business related at most. >No, it wasn't her crystal palace that you currently found yourself in. >After passing several doorways while walking through the hallway, you enter another set of double doors. >You entered a kitchen area. >You navigated the room with ease and soon pulled out a lunchbox out of a fridge. >It was filled with pancakes that were covered by strawberry jam. >With the grueling training sessions you had, you would quickly burn off whatever you put on. >These calories were just necessary. >You nodded to yourself and, by using your mouth, you put the lunchbox in a microwave to be heated. >As you waited for the pancakes to heat up, you began to do your morning stretches. >You did this to be ready for anything the world would throw at you at the morning but also kinda to admire yourself. >The old (male) part of yourself wanted to watch your new self (female). >You had one sexy toned flank. Blink! We really need to get a silent version so I don't have to leave her in the morning, you thought to yourself as you left the kitchen area with the lunchbox on your back and went back into the hallway. >Re-entering the bedroom again, you sneaked passed the sleeping pony in the larger bed and sat down at your own. >Seeing, that the lump was still in her place, you began to munch on your pancakes. >You look through the window and admire the city of the Crystal Empire from there. >You took a peek at the clock. >A roll of jam filled pancake sticks out of your mouth as you see what time it is and you blink. >It's ten o'clock. >Yeah, you shake your head. >You got to do it. >Glaring at the ceiling, you rise from bed and walk over to the canopy of the queen-sized bed. >You pulled the curtains away and climb into bed, while the roll of pancake in your mouth is quickly chewed up and swallowed. >Crawling slowly over and also looking slightly away from where you're going, you tap the lump through the fabric where you think its shoulder should be. Wait! What? >You turn your head towards the lump in the bed. >With wide eyes, you look towards the pillow. >The bed sheets are covering the whole body of the lump but even over the pillow but the shape isn't right. >Inhaling through your clenched rows of whites, you don't wanna be right and if your wrong you will surely get an earful but... >You pulled of the bed sheet with a jerk. >Something cold emerges in the pit of your stomach. >The lump is a rolled up rug. >There is a note placed ontop of the rug and you move your face closer to it, to read it. <Dear Anon. When you read this, I'm probably out having fun with my friends, as you probably have noted you are not included. I would like to remind you that it might not be in your best intrest to get my parents involved in this matter. Just out of concern, because what kind of lousy bodyguard let's their Princess disappear while on duty? Yours truly, Princess Flurry Heart of the Crystal Empire.
>You shut your eyes for a moment before turning to look at one of the windows. >You give the blue sky a death glare. "Flurry..." you curse silently before taking off. >Brekfestwould have to wait.
>Be anon mare >just turned 16 and got your first cart >Gotta get that stuff registered, even Equestria has pointless beurocracy >you approach the old zebra mare at the front desk and give her your licence, paper work, drop of blood and a hoof print >She mutters and ancient chant to appease the gods of the filing system >You feel a burning sensation as a number appears on your left hoof >"have a seat over there young lady and wait for them to call your number" >Finding a spot in the back you look over a sea of horses all different shapes sizes and ages >A broiling sea of colorful ponies subjected to the horrors of modern life >Above you is an old school number counter slowly ticking up, it reads 30908 >Looking down at your still sore hoof it reads 31000 >You groan and slump back in your chair before looking to see how many people are working there >Besides the old zebra at the front desk there looks to be four zebras at the registration desks, three talking one working at a snails pace >Somethingsneverchange.png >Yawning you try to get comfy in the cheap plastic seat provided but it seems impossible almost like it was designed to be just slightly uncomfortable so you can never quite sit right >As you fidgit a mare and her 3 young foals sits down near you and they immediately begin to cry, kicking off a chain reaction of groans as every baby in there begins to wail >Clamping your hooves over your ears and trying to imagine your happy place time ticks away >several hours pass but your number is finally coming up, tears were shed, blood spilt and at least 4 fights had broken out and you're pretty sure at least one death >five ponies in front of you, now four, now three, two >"lunch break we will be closed untill we feel like coming back." >for the love of celestia you were about to commit a hate crime >your belly rumbles, it craves food but if you give up now you'll lose your spot and twilight didnt raise no coward >Another hour and a half passes and now your bladder is starting to hurt but you can see the zebras returning >Crossing your legs you wait patiently as the two in front of you are serviced and your number is called, praise be celestia >trotting up to the window you show your number and the zebra starts to look at your paper work >"looks like you filled out this form wrong and we're missing a urine sample as well. Unfourtantly the mare that does that has gone home for the day but if you come in tomorrow we can get you processed." >Looking down at your hooves you question your life choices as they call out the next number >Maybe walking isnt so bad after all