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

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

>I'm a contributor.
Great! For writers, just notify All Nighter Fgt Lone15, so you can have your green added to the Doc. For artists, animators, or any other content makers, you can store your fillies in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure.
Some especially based faggot also recently compiled nearly every filly image ever created, which you can check out here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1AowOdwFzlbRk0FVZsRGRYe2hyKhzo2h3?usp=sharing
Assess how well you fit into the filly hivemind: https://projects.fivethirtyeight.com/personality-quiz/?group=-LdS-38NvfIG9PHPrYB8
>I don't like this thread because of reasons.
You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly.
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>Be Anonfilly.
>Be in Rustling Pages, a bookstore in Canterlot.
>With your nose, you flip some hardcovered books out of the way in the fantasy section pile.
'The Floating Discs of the Hightlands by Alley Gust', 'The Forbidden School of Magic by Young Tree', and 'Zappie Snappy and The Gnarly Black Tree of Silence by J.K. Yearling'; you read the titles in your head.
Wait, isn't J.K. Yearling that Daring Doo author?
>You looked at the cover.
>A blue pegasus with a red and yellow mane tried to fly out of reach from some black branches that seemed to grab after her like tentacles.
>It certainly looked like Daring Doo cover.
>You had actually read the first book of Daring Doo, your mom being a huge fan and all that.
>Speaking of which, the pegaus in the image was kinda light blue now that you thought of it.
>She also head pink eyes and...
>Yeah, Daring Doo had written a fantasy story with Rainbow Dash as the main character.
>Did she know?
>Only one way to find out.
>With your wing, you open your saddlebag and pull out a feather pen, an ink bottle, and a paper.
>After dipping your pen into the ink, you scribble down a message for your mom.
>You roll it into a scroll.
>You look around; Where is that unicorn?
Maybe in the romance section, you think.
>You pack back your stuff into you bag and bring the book under one wing and the scroll under the other as you walk off to the romance section.
>You smile as you find who you're looking for.
>A yellow unicorn's face has dived into a book that she hold up with her blue magic.
>You hear the small giggles here and there.
>She seems to become self-aware and combs some of her blue bangs of her mane behind one of her ears.
>She looks around to see if anypony is staring at her; she finds one: You.
>She recognice the knowing sly smile on your lip, blush a little, and look away.
>You walk up to her and tries to peek at what she is reading but she pulls the book out of your view.
>Your gazes meet.
>"Go read your adventure books, will you? Shoo," she says and waves you away with a hoof but she can't help but to grin a little.
"What can't I read it? You seemed to enjoy yourself? Maybe, I'd like it too," you say with a shit-eating grin.
>"Hm-mm. I was but-" She shakes her head but the playful smile is plastered on her face. "-you only want to read it to make fun of me."
>She pokes you with a hoof in your green fluff.
>Your grin somehow does the impossible and stretch even further and you look to the side.
"Nah, would I do that to a friend? We- Haha. All like diff-Ha-"
>"See, you can't even finish it. So no, you're not gonna get to read it."
>You see her slide the book into a plastic bag.
>You make a bluff attempt to reach for the book with your wing by stretching it over her back and stick it into the plastic bag.
>She just hoist it to the ceiling.
"Oh, you wanna go? You think I won't fly up there and get it?" You playfully flap your wings but carefully as not to drop what they're carrying.
>She rolls her eyes to begin with but then sees the book in your wing and look puzzled.
>She points to the book in your wing.
>"You find something you liked? That's unusual," she says.
>You reveal the contents of both your wings and hold them up to your friend.
"Do you remember that I told you that my mom is friends with J.K. Yearling?" you ask.
>"Yeah," she says and nods as she looks over at the book.
>Her eyes go wide and her mouth creates a solid, 'o' shape.
>"Ooh, wait," she turn to you, "You mean to tell me that. That's so cool!"
>She smiles at you and you blush.
"I mean I think the resemblance is quite striking, don't you?" you say.
>"So you learned about this now?" she asks somewhat surprized.
>You nod.
"Yeah, I've not heard anything about this from mom that's why I came to you. I need you to send this scroll to my mom," you say and nudge your head towards the scroll.
>Be Anonfilly.
>"H...Py. Bir.. Day. Hap.. Birth..." you barely hear the words.
>You roll over in your sleep.
>You feel something wet on your cheek.
>Your eyes flutter a bit but you decide to snooze.
>"Come on, sweetie. Don't you want cake?" a singsong voice asks.
>You recognice that voice.
"P-purple," you mumble.
>You hear a sigh followed by a throaty giggle.
>You feel the tip of your ear being slightly pinched between two rows of teeth.
>With half-lidded eyes, you glance up at your assailant.
>A pair of purple irises meets you with only love in them and a face covered in short but thick horse fur.
>A blue bang from her mane drags against your horn, an appendage that she shares.
>"Wwas mmmy reeeal nnnaaamme, hmm?" she says as continues to nibble your ear.
>You look at her, puzzled, as you wipe the crust out of your eyes.
"What? Purplesma-" you say but stop yourself.
>You blush and look down.
>Purple begin to pull in your ear as the corners of her lips digs small holes in her cheeks.
>She gives you a look that says, 'What was that?'
"Twi-Twilight Sparkle," you call out as you feel little pain from having you ear pulled.
>She looks at you with a faux glare and releases your now wet eartip.
>She shakes her head and snakes her hooves under your body before pulling you into a tight embrace.
>You feel her cosy fur on yours and feel her beating heart.
>"What's my name?" she whispers into your ear.
>You blink at her and she concedes to give you a clue.
>"What am I to you?" she asks.
"My..." Your eyes widen in realization, then your top row of teeth drags over your lower lip as you smile.
"You're my... Purplesmart."
>She smiles back at you, completely understanding that you understood what she wanted you to say.
>She pushes you back so you fall on your back in the bed and then proceeds to blow raspberries on your stomach.
>It tickles like mad and you start laughing as if you are mad.
>You tire to push her head away from you but Purple is too stronk.
"Haha- Okay okay. I'll say it. Just stop," you say as you try to curl into a ball, more or less, to give Purple's lips a smaller stomach area to haress; the strategy was unsuccessful.
>But she does stop and look up but remain an inch above your belly.
>She place her chin on your bellybutton, which horses have..? It appears they do.
>"Say it."
>You breath in and out.
>Purple dives like a hungry lionness.
>You roar with laughter.
"Ha- Okay. *Hiccup* Mom. Mommy. Whatever you want. *Hiccup*"
>"That's better."
>With her pair of front hooves, she hooks your haunches and pull you down before lying down ontop of you.
>She nuzzles your neck.
>"That's right. Who's your mommy?" she whipsers into your ear.
>You nuzzle her back and with a smile on your face, you whisper back into her ear, "You are. You're the best mommy for a michevious filly such as myself."
>She pulls away from you and look at you with a funny smile.
>"Well, the first step is to admit one has a problem, though, make sure you don't become too obediant, alright? I'll feel old." She winks at you.
"That I can promise. Where there is an Anon there is shenanigans."
>You just gaze upon each other for a while in love.
>Then you speak up,
"So what's up with the wake up, Pur-mom." You quickly correct yourself as you see Twilight's face.
>"Don't you know which day it is today?" she asks.
"No, is something speci-" You stop yourself as you see a plate with slice of cake on your bedside table.
>She follows you gaze and says, "Pinkie baked it for you."
>A silver spoon with a handle decoratively desgined to look like a flower surrouned by grass blades is lifted by a purple veil of magic.
>The spoon scopes up a spoonful amount of the cake and hovers over to your mouth.
>"Say, 'ahh'," Twilight says.
>She sticks the spoon in your mouth and you close it.
>Strawberry cream, with whipped cream, sugary bread bottom, green almond paste mix in your mouth and their flavours caress your tongue as they melt ontop of it.
>You swallow after a bit of chewing.
"Thanks mom that was really tasty."
>You're about to say something more but another spoon of cake pokes your lips and Twilight opens her mouth again, "Ahh."
>You comply and let yourself be feed.
>Purple wanted to feed you herself and so she did until the whole cake was consumed.
>When the cake is finally gone, Purple sits up and takes the plate with her as she leaves your room,

Red Filly has an fat ass.
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Oh god this gives me a headache, is there an original version?
There is.
>Be Anonfilly
>You're horny but have no hole.
>Doing the most basic of tasks is a challenge now.
>You tried ignoring it for a while.
>Ducking magic censuring everything.
"Twilight! Twilight! You have to help me!"
>A burning desire that is has been building for months
>"Anon if it's to give you your weird flesh thing bad there's no way."
"Twilight I'm fbucking in heat I need some release!"
>Your vision is starting to swim a bit more and the floor body slams you.
>"A-anon! It'll be okay! SPIKE! Everything will be fine! Just stay calm and-"

>Be Twilight Sparkle
>Anon is glowing after her fall.
>She said something about heat.
>Cooling her down until she gets help is ideal.
>After all you do have personal guards.
"It'll be okay!"
>Despite tossing her into a cold bath it's steaming up like a sauna.
>She's hot even to your magic.
>The tub is starting to melt.
>You, Twilight Sparkle, are starting to feel a little hot yourself.
>As if compelled by mind magics you writhe on top of your Anon filly licking and touching all that you can.
>A white hot blaze is set in your hearts and in your manes.

>Princess Celestia watching over the country side sees Twilight's tree castle.
>It's now on fire.
>And moaning.
Harvey, I am in need of this image. I can't find it and desu nuked it.
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>pic related
>What does filly do next?
She calls Aryanne to put that little reptile in his place.
Politely decline, aka:
>"Ew, faggot!"
Thank you.
No problem
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>You're Anon now a filly.
>You turn to book horse to explain the madness.
"Pst Twilight why is everybody marching in the streets and bouncing on roofs?"
>She gestures waving her hoof sweeping across one side to the other.
>"Anon it's everypony and can't you hear the music?"
>You listen to the synchronized steping of hooves
>The Ponies singing to some unknown tune
"You're not fucking with me are you Sparkle?"
>Suddenly Twilight grabs you and sings loudly in your ears
>"This little friend of mine!"
>Then everything stops
>Waiting for your cue
>But you're choking on spaghetti
>What comes out is a quiet murmur.
"Uhhh big friend of mine?"
>And everypont cheers
>Actually cheers mimicking a bass
>Fucking discount horse land doesn't even have proper musical numbers.
>You feel a chill down your spine as if some force took great offense to that thought.
>Whatever, time to find something to do.
Tell me about the rabbits, Twiggy.
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A little flat field for the rabbits-

Of 'mous and Men. But is that really the tale that is to be told?
Twilight looks down at the dead stallion, broken, just like everything Filly touches. The old mare looks stunned. Were she a lesser mare the elder pony would have collapsed.
Twilight pacing desperately.
"We'll have to tell them. Maybe they won't hurt Filly." The wisened mare rebuts.
"His herd will want blood."
"Maybe if I say-"
"You know as well as I do what you have to do."
So they steeped in silence.

Pinkie with her broken hoof, held the rifle and rallied the ponies to action.

Finding Filly in the brush, Luger pressing against the Alicorn's fur, a reminder along with the search party.
"How'd I do Twilight I waited for you I did."
"Well Filly I want you to sit down and we're going to ralk about our dream."
"Oh- oh boy!"

"I really see it Twilight! I see it! I-"
Twilight slowly slumps on the nearby tree.
"What a fuckin' sad end Purple Book Read." Anonfolly turns around in perfect health.
"F-Filly? B-but I shot you?" Twilight looks uncomprehending.
"Somebody Sunbutt sized would have died from that. You know what happened? You missed because I'm not a giant mare I'm a filly." A spark jumos to Twilight Sparkle a confused look spreads.
"Whatever fine I'll pretend to be dead."

>You slide up to Rarity on the Ponyvillain streets.
"Marshmellow cane you teach me how to be bretty?" you ask like a chadminihorse.
>And she's like, "Darling darling darling..."

>Later at Rarity's boutique.
>You're black mane is now tied by several hairrolls.
>You'll probably look similar to Cozy Glow after you're done but with a black mane.
>"Darling darling darling. I make dresses."
>You try on several dresses.but then you hear a knock on the door.
>"Darling darling dfarling." Rarity opens the door.
>Outside is Applejack.
>When she sees you in a frillly dress she starts shouting, "Apples apples apples!"
>She begins to drag you out the door.
>"No need to bretty things that don't need brettying."
>Rarity bites hold of you tail, trying to counterdrag,
>"Darling, Filly make own decision."
>"Filly mah filly.." applejack argues.
>Rarity loses her grip ans earth pony master race is triumphent.
>Rarity gets mumcucked abd you get a spanking for not being apples apples apples.
"Nonny! Nonny! It's time for breakfeast. You don't wanna be late for the race today," Purple shouts outside your room.
>Another day with the match maker.
"I'm commin Purple," you shout back as you groggily step out of bed.
>After getting ready, you enter the dinner hall of this crystal tree.
"What were you talking about earlier? Race? What race?" you ask the supreme ruler of Equesria.
>You sit down and start to dig into some horse food.
>Your mom, Princess Twilight Sparkle, is already at the table with a plate fill with horefood.
>There's also spike who's eating gems.
>"Oh, I didn't tell you?" Purple grins sheepishly at you as she waves a hoof in the air.
>Between chewing a on your daffodil sandwich you ask, "Tell me. *chews* About what? *Shallows*"
>"Today is the annual running of the leaves. I applied you to the little running of the leaves race, the one for fillies and colts."
>You sigh and roll you eyes.
"So let me guess. Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scotoloo will be there. What a coincidence."
>"Well, heh heh." She puts her hooves together. "They usually run in it so..."
>You rock you head from side to side.
"Can I ignore them?" you asks with a sarcastic tone.
>Twilight frowns a bit.
>"Well, you probably could but it would be very impolite. But I don't like your tone, Nonny."
"Ahh is that so. What's wrong with it, mom?"
>"You agression. You're right to suspect that I want you to hang out with them but that's because I'm worried about you, you know?"
Based Bombadil.

>Twilight 'Purplecus Bookus' Sparkle, Fillified nightmare beings, and Nyx stand pretending to be ashamed on the couch while Twilight continues her existence as a chef.
>By grilling.
>"Anonymous, Dyx, Nyx, why I-"
"Twilight! There's no way for me to do that with her."
>Purple the magic uni-horse unlike this topcunt waits patiently for the pregnant delivery.
"I'd be dead by drinking that much alcohol!"
>Twilight is a fan of slapstick drama it's why she uses it so much.

>After the jumping incident we headed down to Manehatten for royal business, we came long like a leech because like a leech on Twilight coming alone was out of the question since the hotel was so far from home.
>"Okay fillies stay right here I forgot the milk needed for the presentation."
>Twilight pops in twinkling teleportation.
>"Abandoned agin hunh."
>"N-n-n-no? She'll be right back."
"If this were a story this would be the call to adventure or the backstory about the god empress of ponykind. My money is on the second."
>Just as that moment passes without fanfare ponies wearing silky dark robe like outfits with colored belts.
>"Wha-ta-ta-cha! Secret Pony Dojo grand seasonal opening! Half off for matching mane braids."
"I knew it."
>Joining worked out perfectly, except when the Sparkle division of the royal guard burst through the walls.
>That's how Twilight usually got her Tuesday milk.
>She even brought the slapstick pre-emptively this time.
Filly wants to play.
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Haha, laugh at this smol faggot. So smol!
This is probably the best place to say it
Thank you for not being faggots. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJp7X87WYy8
Thanks... This is /MLPOL/.

I disagree. I think it would be better to put it in getting it off your chest thread in /üb/, with >> back here saying, "Glad Filly Anon isn't a flaming homo" or make one in /sp/.
Whatever I'm glad you didn't link something else which would be worse off or a wall of text.

The reason why is Anon Filly isn't a general otherwise it would be /Filly Anon General/

Don't kid yourself. This is a general thread by every metric except litterally having the word "general" in the title.
I thought of a joke

basically something scary or dangerous happens in a story and Pinkie says "I want my mommy"

and then anonfilly says "I want your mommy too"

comedy gold, I know
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Anonfilly would be the perfect VTuber, think about it
>a cute with high-pitched voice
>mature sense of humor, understands fans
>loves vidya
>no one would be angry if some wizard turned out to be the little filly, because that's the whole point

Only problem is finding a streaming platform where you can say "faggot" whenever you want.
If only gab.ai had a twitch-knockoff.
Or maybe if OBS had the option to bypass twitch and directly upload a stream other fans with OBS can tune into
OBS does have that option though
You need a someplace to stream it to IE a server (you can make your own, or any of the live stream sites) to distribute the content.
>Anonfilly plays herself as a little filly avatar
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It's nice to be back on this site, despite life circumstances. I'll write some stuff before I go to sleep. Can't promise I'll be here after this post for a day or two; library is closed, don't have much money left to order and loiter at a McD, and I am preparing for some really tough times.

>a swirl of voices fills your ears, but around you is complete blackness
>you try to focus your ears to understand them, and immediately regret it
>"You're how old? Jesus christ man, get ahold of yourself."
>"Do a flip already. Nobody wants to hear it."
>"Anon, have you considered accepting Jesus Christ as your personal savior? You know that redemption isn't in your control."
>"OP can't get enough of the taste of cock tonight. Sage in all fields."
>Welcome to filly space. You've been here for as long as you can remember.
>you awaken in the inner sanctum you were granted by the purple one
>the castle bedroom is not overly posh, but certainly well furnished; your room is well kept only because your domineering foster-mother pushes you to pick up after yourself
>you roll out of bed and immediately get to making it, taking care to fluff up the pillow and flip it over
>your daily rituals are a quick and painless measure, after so many years of being the filly
>by the time you finish brushing, bathing, and generally preparing for the day ahead of you, right on cue, purplecunt knocks at your door
>...and then immediately opens it, defeating the purpose of the courtesy knock
>you fucking horse...
>"Good morning, Anon! I see you've already prettied yourself up before 8. You're doing a great job."
"It's whatever. Didn't like getting knots in my hair anyway..."
>"Anyways, I wanted to let you know that that Germane filly you like to chat with so much stopped by. She was kind enough to offer a batch of sweets for you, if you'd like to have some before you go out today."
>you nod eagerly, quickly following her out of your room and toward the Royal Dinner Table(TM) for orange juice and whole-grain cereal
>since becoming the filly, everything tastes so wonderful, even the things that you take for granted tasting bland or unappetizing like plain rice, grains, and crackers
>but like all things, breakfast has to end eventually; you wouldn't want to mess up your figure anyway
>as they say, a second on the lips, forever on the hips
>something doesn't seem right about that thought
>you shake your head slightly after a moment, just in time to see a doggy bag with four caramel-chocolate stroopwafels inside placed in front of you
>"Well, Anon, I'll let you run along now. Stay safe out there, and make sure to share your sweets with your friends!"

>you nibble on one 'wafel as you exit the outskirts of Ponyville and start walking the streets
>you make your way to the Hoofler residence pretty quickly, and approach the front door just in time for the pony in question to peek out her window and spot you
>"Ah! Guten morgen, meine freund! I was hoping to see you!"
"Well, obviously I was gonna come by and thank you for the stroopwafels at the very least."
>she gives the most heart-melting smile, her baby blue eyes shining with a wholesome energy you can't help but smile back at
>"Ja, I suppose you are right, Anon. But du hast nicht need to come by so soon!"
"No, no, really. It's alright. I wanted to get out anyway. Gotta get my exercise! At least that's what purplesmart keeps telling me."
>her tittering laugh is music to your ears
>the sun reaches the perfect height to allow both a gentle chill in the air and a soothing warmth in the light
>in this moment you are euphoric, and this time, at least in part, you can thank a god (or goddess) for that
>thanks, sunbutt.
>maybe next time Twiggles invites her over, you could banter around a bit with her again...

>you feel sunlight hitting your eyes
>every part of you aches
>you reach up to rub your eyes and prepare them to open; the crust is thick and scratches the skin around your eyesockets
>as you open your eyes, you are greeted with pale grey fabric
>no more than two feet above your face is the ceiling
>to your left, gently pressing against your thigh, is your door
>just above your legs, a wheel
>and in the passenger seat, a handle of orange Jack Daniel's
>the air inside your car is humid, yet also suffocating due to the greenhouse effect
>the temperature is just above 80 degrees and it's only just past sunrise
>outside your car is an asphalt parking lot
>Wal-Mart never really gave much of a shit about people parking overnight, and with overnight surveillance you were less likely to get mugged
>your stomach aches, so you quickly get your socks and shoes on, and reach into your trunk for food
>pretzels, peanut butter, granola, ramen...
>fuck it, you'll have the pretzels this time
>you reach into your cooler, pulling out a can of diet soda and cracking it open
>you sit back in the car, eating your "breakfast" and driving toward the local gym for your daily shower
>today is Monday, and you want to be prepared for any possible job interviews
>even if you're wearing these jeans and this grey shirt for the third day in a row
>today's the day, right?
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I was gonna come up with more but, between life circumstances and not wanting to completely ruin this thread, I'll just keep it to myself..you fillies stay safe. I can't promise the same.
I'm sorry Anon, I hope things get better for you soon. It was a good green, I'm sorry I didn't read it sooner but I'm so damn busy with school these days... it feels like the entire fucking world has gone mad. I miss the days when I would just hop on here and write greens and people would read them and cheer me on despite the fact that I kinda sucked... it was a lot simpler.
Never know when a faggot of herd of fillies might attack.
>Spoopy scary skellington
>Your a filly but just the bones