>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?
Stories:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BP6aPchH3lGIRdzd78IWykMCXuKLrNABi6bxZGVTy9c/edit>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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I'll take four. For some fun group activities such as sucking at videia because of mystery hooves. Unless that's false in which case it might be a challenge.>>313563
Fantastic read. Thank you lone, it’s amazing.
Ask if he like pone Lewis and the news
reminder that this thread is a fraction of what it once was both here and back on 4chan, and zero effort is being made to reconnect
This artist always was so zebradom positive. I really wonder how many zebradom pic he have hidden in his stash
There's literally two pictures before that that could be zebra dom before I did that low effort change to big Mac. One of the two was just anonfilly as a zebra. Unless you're talking about the Zala pictures but those are more like the opposite of zigger dom. Unless you want me to make more low effort edits to past drawings to be zigged.
If anything I've drawn to much griffin and filly.
>>313830>https://derpibooru.org/tags/artist-colon-happy+harvey>whole first page are just zebras and different fillies
Lmao, he is going pretty hard with that
To be honest I would be more worried about the filly neck above anything else
Half, half is apple horse.
And all of those are low effort variations of the same picture to have different fillies. The first zeeb was for shitposting the others was just my autistic need for completeness.
It's okay Harvey, we still love your art.
Yeah, my pussy is pretty cool. Thanks bro.
Filly needs heavy petting.
"I don't think I like being the filly anymore no sir not at all."
>That gastly voice erks out.
>That's why you have closed your eyes and try as best you can to stay still.
>"But Anon I thought this is what you wanted?"
"It was until the world became a horror show."
>Nope, nope, nope not thinking about it nope nope nope.
>The slow dissolving of the cheerful world once you've turned to a filly entering pony school wasn't at all expected.
"I now fully understand H.P. Lovecraft with his vibrant constant terror, see Twilight I love you really do as a friend can. But you see whatever has happened has put such a punch into the fabric of reality as I know it that all I see and feel is disgust and mostly mortal fear."
"I don't know how much longer I can deal with this Twilight, resting barely helps, eating is sickening, and I'm barely aware of what really is going on."
"I'm awful at painting and writing but once I show you this small part of what I now see I hope there is a cure. If this spreads to you, then..."
"I've been working on it for months now. It doesn't quite have all the nuance this forsaken mind whammy reality has."
>"Anon, somepony just used poison joke as a prank in the school months ago. We have a bath ready here."
>This is all a joke?
>Wait it's over! Yes!
"YES THIS PAIN IS OVER!"
>You rush over to the bath, unveiling your works.
>Twilight Sparkle screams.
Is this the shitpost bot?
>>314633>weak deflection>canadian flag
cope seethe sneed chuck nigger nigger suck my dick bitch baby
and here I was thinking it was this
you know what, fug it
/r/ing filly chilling with Gondola somewhere
I forgot this image existed, but I love it all the same!
first, is there a canonical look for anon's(human) mom and dad?
if so, could i request them ponyfied?
i've tried to request it on (3^1.261859507144)chan's /mlp/, but its been ignored(although perhaps it was because i called for "this man's(anonfilly) mom and dad ponified", and the said that their names could be anonmilf and anondilf, but eh)
>Your little horse body feels like shit.
>You got the gAids.
>Actually just huffed a can of Celestia-Os for industrial radiation proofing.
>Should have made you immune to the wrathful sun butt, but alas instead it feels like you're trying to dig your own grave with a te spoon, and it's incessantly talking about the gay boner it has for the token rainbow reject.
>You feel like you've been ran over a couple of times with a drunk bender.
"Twi ya fugni gunna give em the right foee what yeah here punk kid munk yeh you's poosrr."
>"Anon. Shut up."
"Like my anusus bag you suspicious pissious produced pickle barrle!"
>"I swear on Celestia's mum Anon I'll give you another lobotomy!"
"Wet and gushy in your phorsey Purple Twilight."
>"For crimes against the glorious Equestrian language I cast retardation."
>Unfortunately for Twilight magic is part radiation.
>As the beam bounces around the room after hitting Anon in the noggin, it stops once it is lodged into the exit of a tea cup.
>Reality is now falling apart.
>Chile us the new radish.
>You're now the Anon Filly with a vacant stare a mile wide and just as dumb as the analogy.
"Clearly thank you dearest Sparkle my good lass, have another cuppa on the house of horse."
>"Me no speak fagit."
"Yes, cheerio purp-purp my fag. Pep it up Purple my glaring weakness for undetermined faggotry is still unknown."
>Purple then hits you with a stick.
>Because you're not actually Anonymous but a changing spy.
>It was supposed to be easy impersonating the local retard, but live and learn.
>Mostly learn because Twilight Sparkle is beating the love out of you.
>Anonymous wakes up as a human on Earth once again
>A man who's black offers two choices.
>All that is seen now is green.
>"Anon! You're alive!"
"Nuh-uh. Too loud bookest hores."
>Jingle too the tune of four quarters plays out as the classic Marecharachi band.
>Reality is a sandwhich.
>Twilight stares up and out over the whorizone to gasp at Sun Butt's glistening ponut in the shy.
>The moral of the story is wear protection.
>Because both Anon and Twilight suffer from third degree burns and a seared indentation no matter where they look.
>Which is how the Ponish guide stones turned to a cliff hanger for a different story.
No canon. I just assume Dadnon would be a normal anon with a beard and maybe a bit bulky
Mom would be older milf femanon.
Dadnon would be a bulky orange Anon with a horseshoe mustache.
>You're Anon, Filly Anon.
>You miss your willy.
>Twilight Sparkle is a foal fiddler.
>If you have Twilight fuck the filly out out of the Anon you get everything back plus an autograph from Rainbow Dash.
>It was in your pocket at the time.
"Lewd me Purple fag!"
>"Later! I'm trying to find the changling so and so and the Trixie."
>Just one of many games you play with Twilight over the years.
>Not getting anything done.
"It's been over twelve years since you even observed the time spell-"
>"Twleve hundred actually."
"I'll do the thing again!"
>Over the past millennia you've gotten pretty good with the super sonic Reeeeeees.
>"Do your worst, it's not like I'm keeping this timeline for anything."
>Be filly or young mare.
>You watch the sunlight glitter in the tiny ripples in the pool.
>You drag one of your green hooves over your full-body swimsuit.
>Why are you wearing a swimsuit when you're naked all the time otherwise?
>You don't know?
>Ponies are crazy.
>The stallions that created the sport were appearently perverts soooo they made females wear more clothes?!
>You sit up in the stand all alone.
>You swipe your hoof across your smart phone and enter a message conversation with a contact named Purple.
>Her latest messages say, "You can still stop you know? There are plenty of other sports that are more fitting the physic of a pretty and young unicorn mare such as yourself, that also includes water. Ever heard of water horse polo?"
>"Us unicorn mares are a bit smaller than pegasi and earth ponies but that's fine and you shouldn't feel bad about that. We can do magic afterall, ;^P I'm just afraid you'll embarrass yourself."
>"Can't you call? Let us just talk about this? I know you have trained but I think you need to be rational. I worry about you, sweetie<3<3<3"
>You shake your head and shut your phone's screen off.
>With your magic you dump your phone in your bag and walk down the stand.
>You navigate into the mares' locker room.
>As you turn a corner, you find two other young mares your age in the room.
>One was a pegasus, she lays on the ground struggling to force herself and her coconut-sized teats into a similar looking marine-blue swimsuit as yours.
>The other mare is already dressed in her swimsuit.
>She giggles into her chocolate-brown hoof as she watched the other mare struggle.
>She is turned away from you.
>You feel a small blush appear on your face and for a moment before your face harden.
>You had been training since early adolesence when you first became a filly.
>Of course in the begining it was in an attempt to regain your male human body.
>But the last year, after you had accepted that this is your life now, you trained for the entrance exams to the Canterlot Keijo school.
>You had put so much sweat, blood, calories, and tears into your toned and thick plot that you were twice the size of an average unicorn.
>Still though, your current body is that of a unicorn and they neither get the fat flanks of earth ponies and big teats of pegasus mares.
>This earth pony mare, who probably has not trained as harsh as you had, was trice the average unicorn if not a bit more.
>You clench your teeth briefly.
>The only upside, if you could call it that, was that her ass had more flab to it than your toned one had.
>Still there were clear muscle behind that layer of fat.
>Your locker door screetch as you open it and you can sense the pair turn their eyes towards you.
>You toss your bag inside and then lock the locker by spining the wheels on the padlock.
>You're about to leave when someone speaks up next to you.
>You turn and see that the brown mare standing next to you.
>She is just an inch taller than you but you stand proud.
>She seems self-concious so she start to fiddle with her front hooves.
>"Ehh, I'm sorry to tell you this but pool's closed due to Keijo. Canterlot's Keijo academy has booked this time for their entrance exams."
>You give her a glare.
"I know. Why do you think I'm wearing this," you say and gesture to your swimsuit.
>She blinks a few times and peeks up at your horn as if she wondering if she might have imagined it.
>You spin on the spot.
>You have half a mind to swat her with you black tail but you decide against it.
>You will show them on the land, that was the plan from the begining afterall.
>You exit the locker room and move up the stand again.
>A group of more mature mares have gathered near the edge of the pool.
>They have brought with them a whiteboard.
>You're warming up and doing mobility excerise along with stretches up in your place in the stand.
>The two mares or well techincally old fillies walked along the pool and towards the whiteboard.
>Your gaze follow the brown pony for a little while.
>Every time a new filly your age appears out at the edge of the pool, you, despite yourself, look if they're a unicorn.
>Soon a whole crowd of ponies have gathered around the whiteboard, doing similar exercises as you but no a single one of them is a unicorn filly.
>You're the only one here.