/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

first for moon exploration

>>325052
To The MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON

>>325052
Since filly is so far away she can't stop raspberries, tickels, or rape!

>>325054
D'awww, look at that adorable little retard in her little space suit!

>>325056
She's an Adorable little Faggot.

>>325047
A long filly thread

>>325047
Sup faggots.

>>325197
I recognize that pose

>>325230
Are you jokingly misunderstanding on purpose? This is obviously a refrence to meme three here, >>324788 →
Not this naruto-eque anime stuff.

>>325235
bruh

>>325235
Leave it, he associates everything with Naruto, not exclusively

>>325250
Can't believe he doesn't know what Guilty Gear is. How did he miss the JackO Pose memes?
Anyway that particular soy wojack or whatever it's called that inspired pic 3, the expression originally comes from President Crackhead Weeb.

>>325253
I guess, it's not a problem to wrongly associate something with another. I mean the guy in your picture does have an expression and point backwards but yeah, I'm fairly certain my association is more correct. Unless you're saying that meme to begin with was based on this image, which I guess could be true due to them looking sort of similar though I'm not certain.

>>325255
A lot of changes has happened in that case (not the trial but the meme development) but fair enough it seems I didn't know what I was talking about then, maybe.

>>325256
I apologize. I don't know why I would point out which meme belongs where anyway since I never keep track of such things otherwise anyway.

>>325257
It's alright bro, water under the bridge.
I looked it up and Know Your Meme said the wojak was inspired by this post from 2020, but the Guilty Gear game where Chipp does that came out in 2016.

>>325208
She Long

>>325259
True, KYM is pozzed as fuck. But there's no political benefit in lying about this or trying to twist facts. Though if someone had evidence the meme originated somewhere else sooner I'd believe them.
Hey would it be weird to write about Twilight getting a lover, giving the anonfilly she adopted a new father figure she doesn't like at first?

>>325264
So we're collecting long fillies.

>>325277
>Hey would it be weird to write about Twilight getting a lover, giving the anonfilly she adopted a new father figure she doesn't like at first?
No, sounds like a good green.

>>325277
Twilight is the purple one right?

>>325281
Yep

>>325281
dyewts??

>>325292
That’s the manager for /mlp/ right? In that case it’s not me.

>>325291
Twilight is Anon filly’s mommy?

>>325293
dyor
do your own research
Cunt

>>325294
Sort of

>>325295
Hello again. I am doing my own research by asking questions.

>>325297
No, you're asking for spoonfeedings, with a tangible degree of contempt. The two ideas are not interchangeable (read: youre full of shit)

>>325257
Don't apologize to Nigel.

>>325294
As I gleam it there is two schools (but probably more).
When you go to Equestria you become Anonfilly/Anoncolt. And the other is that Twilight turns you into Anonfilly.

>>325299
This guy

>>325300
There is no wrong way to filly

>>325300
Seems like an interesting idea. Anon going’s to equestria and becoming a pony.

cute

>>325305
Why that face filly?

>>325333
checked

>>325341
because Anon's tired of being the butt of the joke.

>>325278
can she go shorter?

>>325352
do we have a carlos pone?

>>325406
ish

where is the gay filly erp that I was promised

>>325807
if you don't see it, then make it yourself. Be the change you want to see!

>>325410
we could make it one of these perhaps
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falabella

>anons time to be a star
[YouTube] anons time to be a star [Embed]
I downloaded it just in case anyponer wants a copy.
Check his channel out, the fag has more anonfilly videos.

>>326070
Moar.

So I'm back.

This was a story I'd thought I'd post on the /mlp/ Anonfilly thread. It didn't end up like that though.

>Be filler
>Your horn glows green and so does the shovel digging a hole in the ground next to a big boulder.
>With your shovel, you toss brown dirt onto a pile nearby your hole.
>Finally, you see the pit the boulder blocks and dig a bit more so that at least your filly body can crawl through.
>You crawl under the boulder and fall into the pit.
>It's not a very deep pit and you soon land on a dirt floor.
>Having been prepared for it, you land on your hooves.
>The boulder makes your surroundings almost pitch black.
>Your horn's green glow makes the gems in the tunnel walls ahead glitter as they soak in your light.
>You follow the tunnel.
>It starts to slope downwards like a staircase without steps.
>You smother the light from your horn when you enter an area with plants giving off their own illumination.
>The cavern has a high ceiling and wide breadth between its walls.
>A circular pond sits in the middle of the cavern.
>You walk up to the edge of the ice-still water and look down, into it.
>It's like looking into a mirror.
>You can't see past your reflection and at times you shake your head and turn around to reassure yourself that you're indeed not inside the pond but outside it.
>You see the face of a green filly with an unkempt black mane wearing a swell black hoodie that goes along with the rest of her cloak, she's wearing.
>You shut your eyes and try to remember what Pinkie's magical words were.
"Where the brambles are thickest, there you will find:
"A pond beyond the most twisted of vines," you spoke out with clarity.
"And into her own reflection she stared,
"Yearning for one whose reflection she shared,
"And solemnly sweared not to be scared
"At the prospect of being doubly..." You pause for a brief second. You can't help but to wonder if the ritual would fail due to the fact that you were a filly, not a mare. Making up your mind that indecisiveness could be least as dangerous when dealing with something unknown like a magic ritual you finish the chant. "...mared."
>You take a step forward and breach the water.
>In the next moment, you feel as if you truly had dived into the pool like Pinkie looked like she did in the episode, then you come to and realize that you just helped a green filly with a question mark for a cutie mark, out of the pool.

>>326452
>As she gets up on land she open and shut her eyes a few times at you.
>"Wait, how did I get... You're a fill-" As she says this, she points a hoof at you and then look down at the green appendage. She turns her head over the Mirror Pool. "I am a fill..."
>As the other filly begin to jump around in joy while shouting stuff like, "Am I the chosen one?" and "Suicide really was the portal to Equestria!"; you observe the fact that she's hornless.
>Unlike you, she's an earth pony filly.
>You make a gesture with your hoof for her to calm down.
"Yes yes, Equestria is real and we're both fillies in it. It's all fantastical and great and fortuntely for us the friendship school isn't canon in this universe," you say.
>She stops jumping around and l turns to look at you.
>"Fucking racist, go back to /mlpol/ and larp!" she says.
>You look up at the ceiling and sigh.
"Would you fuck Yona?" you ask.
>You grin to yourself.
>Another debate successfully wo-
>"Yeah, obviously." She stands on her hindlegs and thrusts forward with her hips. "Only a chad fucks yaks."
>Your upper lip lifts up and reveal teeth as a crease appears between your eyebrows as you watch the filly.
>You look down at the ground and with another sigh you let it go.
"Anyway, in my magnamity, I'd thought why not share my good luck with mah fam," you say and walk over to the pond.
>"Really? That's pretty based for a faggot like you." She walks after you.
"Thanks, while being in Equestria is great an all," -You look away from the other filly to shield your smirking.- "I miss the shitposting shenanigans of you other fillies from the thread."
>"Bruh, right in the feels Hnng..."
>The other shuts her eyes and pushes a hoof to her chest.
"Of course," you say and turn around to face her now with your typical blank face on your features. "It's not like I'm planning a filly holocaust or anything."
"Let's get a swarm of fillies going and have the party of the century. Let's give Equestria a dose of filly."
>The other filly nodded along with an eager smile on her face.
>You inform her to follow your moves and then the two of you begin to summon fillies through the Mirror Pool.
>The next pair, a green pegasus and unicorn this time, of fillies that are summoned are instructed to do the same after they have come down from the high of being a filly in Equestria.
>Soon you have a little green army of fluffy equine bodies with small hooves and comb-able manes and tails.
>It is chaos but you are satisfied with the number even if you can't count them anymore.
>You begin to walk back towards the exit and due to the fact that you have a cloak and the rest are nude, they can't help but to notice you.
>Most of the earlier fillies that were summoned begin to follow you and then the rest follow them.
>They didn't seem to even think about it.
>It seems only like in this unusual and unknown situation you had authority and they followed you blindly.
>You follow the tunnel, climb out through the hole you dug, and then trot out of the Everfree towards Ponyville that could be seen further ahead.
>A herd of green fillers walk behind you, constantly talking.
>"Mommy milkers!"
>"Purple, I've been naughty! Whack me with your paddle!"
>"I-I'm not potty-trained. I think I might need a diaper!"
>All the fillies stops at that last one and turn towards the filly who said it.
>Then they laugh.
>"Kek!"
>"Ew, gay!"
>You continue walking until you reach the apex of a hill.
>You turn around to adress your big army of little fillers with ponyville lying in sight in the background.
"So before we enter Ponyville, I'd like to adress the fillies still not up to speed on what why they are here and also stress a couple of things," you shout over to the crowd.
>You'd thought it be harder to take command over a rowdy crowd of fillies but it seems as if you still remained a mysterious figure of power to them.
>They all went pretty much silent and looked at you with curiosity and smiles.
>They might also be a bit thankful to you if they'd pieced together that it was you who brought them here.
"So first off, I brought you here to party, filly-style, in Ponyville."
>You hear a few shouts of "Based!" from the audience.
"But I'd want to stress a couple of things before we enter."
>The crowd goes silent.
"I'm currently the daughterfu of Purplesmart and I'm sorry, but you'll have to find another momfu because she's already taken," you say and hold hoof up in the air apologetically.
>The crowd blinks at you for a moment.
>Then somefilly shouts, "No U!", which is followed by a "Cringe!", "Faget!", "Reeee!" and so on.
>One of the closer fillies steps up next to you, an earth pony filly.
>"An how do you suppose Twiggles will be able to tell which one of us is (you)? We all look the same, remember? You're totally getting momcucked," she says.
>The other fillies cheer in agreement with this and start to chant, "Momcucked. Momcucked. Momcucked."
"D-don't be mean!" you shout as you take a step back while looking scared and hurt. "Purple will be able to tell who I am. We have a special bond."
>"Top kek," says some filly in the crowd.
"B-b-besides I have the cloak and the horn to prove it, most of you aren't even unicorns," you say and point a hoof towards the crowd.
>Many of the fillies seem to see your point because they reee.
>Suddenly you feel a pair of hooves push you to the ground and with a tug at your neck, your cloak seems to magically have been loosened.
>With wide eyes, you turn up to look at a green unicorn filly unsteadily levitating the cloak into her mouth.
>She bites down on the fabric and then immidiately takes off running towards Ponyville.
>Other unicorn fillies realize what that filly is trying to do and take up pursuit and the earth poners and pegasi also follow suit.
>They seem to think that they'd least should try to come first, to be served first.
>There were other momfus in Ponyville to be adopted by if Twilight was already taken.
>They took off, galloping down hill towards Ponyville.

>>326453
>After they'd left, you stand up, and look after them but then you feel a floofy small body jump on you.
>Seems you missed a filly.
>"Nom." the filly bites down on one of your ears with only her soft lips and then force you to the ground with her body weight.
>She lets go of your ear and whispers into it, "The weak should fear the strong."
>The grin that appears on your face threatens to split your head.
"Ahh. Moi moi. Mesa big with the force," you say; and in the next moment you roll the other filly off you, to the ground, and in the same move roll on top of her.
>She looks at you shocked.
>Your horn glows red.
"I agree. The weak should indeed fear the strong," you say while lifting the filly's chin up with your hoof. "But the question is: Who is what, right? I have the spell to send you back into that pond and back to your previous human life, do you want that, hmm?"
>The filly shake her head, "N-no, please."
>You give her some headpats.
"There there. Good filly." Your gaze follow the stampede of fillies.
>The first fillies finally enter the town.
”What if I told you,” you say without looking down on the filly below you, ”that I have never even meet Twilight Sparkle and her friends.”
>With a flash of light from your horn, your green fur is replaced by a TEAL coat.
>Dun dun duuun!

>>326452
>>326453
>>326454
>Green
Thanks poner. It's much needed.

>>326452
>>326453
>>326454
Very nice! If this is actually how it turns out and I make it there first, I'll make sure to bring you all through after I accomplish all my nefarious goals.

This is just some off the cuff discovery writing done in a bit more than an hour's time. It's not super satisfying to be honest. Maybe you should skip it but it's up to you. I just wanted to contribute something here as well as practice my own writing.

>Be Anonfilly.
>You follow mother as the two of you walk on dry lands in the middle of the moonlit night.
>Cracks shaped like thunder are everywhere on the hard ground.
>You walk past a grey bush that you know actually is alive but it sure doesn't look like it and later a cactus.
>The ground starts to descend and you soon see past the edge of a declining slope.
>Ahead of you, you see large boulders and shadows moving in and out of the boulders' cover.
>Judging by their outline, you can tell that they're zebrarippers.
>You know how they look, having seen one before closely and with that knowledge, your eyes figures out what they are seeing when you look in their direction.
>They are like wolves but long in the same fashion as sausage-dogs.
>They have an extra pair of legs in the middle of their bodies to support the rest of the body.
>When they attack; they lift their front legs, which have long, sharp claws on them, up and stand on their other four limbs.
>They are known to attack zebra camps.
>You feel the wind shift and cause yours and your mother's black cloaks to flutter in the direction of the zebrarippers.
>You are glad that mother had threw that no-smell spell on the two of you, then again you did know why you were here.
>"I'll wait here till you're done. Make sure you're thorough, leave none alive," mother say.
>You can see her orange pony nose sticking out beneath her hood and a bang of her curly yellow and red mane slithering in the wind.
>You went down on your knee with your front-right hoof and bow to her.
"It will be done, Mother," you say.
>Her teal eyes look at you sternly.
>"Remember, this is do or die. I won't interfer."
"I know mother." You spin around and begin to walk towards the location of the zebrarippers.
>The closer you get, the more you sneak.
>You go from cover behind a bush, to a rock, to the apex of a hill, to finally one of the boulders.
>You hear the pack of zebrarippers growl and lightly fight amongst each other.
>Using your magic, a green veil envelops your small, cute, filly body and lifts it up, on top of the nearest boulder.
>From there, you see them.
>On top of their heads and bodies is a fur that is thick and fluffy like a lion's mane but silver-grey.
>Meanwhile, the sides and underside has thin fur like a horse's coat, or a pony's.
>They lie in rows like a bunch of logs.
>A few of them are still awake.
>A pair of them growl at each other while one of them gnaws on a white bone.
>You inhale till you feel your lungs are about to burst and then, you'd like to bellow out the next part but your itty bitty throat can't go that deepYes, haha insert joke about deepthroating here. You are very clever., so instead you let out a high-pitched warcry.
"Z-rippers! Your day of reckoning is neigh!"
>Almost all of the sleeping pack wakes up after you screamed the word, 'Z-rippers,' and turned their heads in your direction.
>By the point you'd finished your second sentence, all rippers had awakened.
>Some bark at you, some howl.
>They had almost been stunned up until this point.
>Small prey didn't walk straight up into their midst and yell at them like this but finally one begins to act.
>A ripper bounds forward and flings himself at you.
>You wave your horn to the side and green flames appear seemingly in the shape of a giant hand.
>You swing your horn to the right and the flames backhand the ripper to the right along your motion.
>The ripper spins in the air and splats on a boulder.
>The rest howl and then charge you.
>You twirl a few circles with your horn and then unleash a torrent of regular flames.
>They cover the rippers as if you stand on a beach next to a sea but of fire.
>They burn to death and and your return to mother.
>She gives you a couple of headpats.
>The end.

Fuck. I wrote more horsewords but then jumped to the catalog before saving it.

>>327007
Delet, edit and repost.

>>327001
Is good job pon fren

>>327007
The pain you feel is also in billions, neigh, all of humanity for they too know that feel.

>>327043
Man Anon really needs to stop drinking weird shit in twi's fridge.
Ponyville can't anddle much more of his Poneclones.

>>327043
KEK

>Be Pinkie Pie.
>You're on your way to Sugar Cube Corner.
>You skip over a bush and into the dirt 'main' 'street' of Ponyville.
>You continue to bounce through the streets.
>The ponies you meet either wave back at you as you wave at them while airborne, or: Shake their heads while trying to remain disgruntled but crack under your joyous Pinkie Pie's social pressure, try to skip along, straight up ignore you, or hide.
>You jump in between a swishing rope and join the foals right in the middle of the cacoon of the skipping rope being twirled by foals on each end.
>You jump there with them for a hoofful of jumps.
>The foals look up at you with awe and love.
>You time your jump and escape having to jump further or suffer the fate of having your hooves whipped by rope.
>Finally you arrived at Sugar Cube Corner.
>You land on the doorstep and push inside.
>The cowbell attached to the door clangs as the door is opened.
>"Pinkie? You're back?" Mrs. Cake stated in a tone that made it sound like a question.
>The blue mare with a swirling red mane stood behind the glass counter.
>It displayed many different baked goods, like: Muffins, cupcakes, Princess Cake, arrack rolls, tiger cakes, and soufflés.
>You swagger up to the counter and look down sweets with sparkling eyes and a big smile.
"Woohie!" You rapidly smack your mouth and then lap your tongue against your lips in such a high speed that it sorta reminiscent of a wonderbolt on racetrack. "Woo! Mrs. Cake. You really outdone yourself with this spread."

This is the begining of this: >>327291 →

>>327531
>>327664
Not a single, "Filly is not for sexual," in sight. It seems the fillies have resigned themselves to their fateAs cute sluts;P

>>327828
That one troublesome filly seems to have fucked back off >>>4chan when anonfilly was 'unbanned' (S)

>>327828
Where do those of us who don't want to lewd fillies, but do want to fuck AnonMARE into oblivion go? Filly is not to be lewded.

>>327828
>Not a single, "Filly is not for sexual," in sight.
Of course Filly is not for sexual. /s

>>327851
Here you have those fillies without the checkered background.

>>327858
>Be Filly Anon
>Make Cookie
>Suprise Purple.
>Get Glorious Mare Milk!
"Well momma mare?"
>Her face is in pain.
>"Mmmm, death flavored."
>The innocuous only slightly burnt contrasts her straight delivery.
<toasted on the edges REEEEE
>cookie sits there as it should.
>Hoofing it into your face you understand
>Smoky of a toasted marshmallow yet painful as a chemical burn
>spicy due to the above mixing with failed hopes and dreams.
>Coughing together with Twilight, the phlegm building trying to violently escaping
>Not chewy, not crunchy, not crispy, not hard, not soft, and it's not good.
>But it isn't bad for soul sucking horror that your soul is feeling.
>Dipping another into milk, only enough for a couple cookies then mare milk time, it was indeed better.
>Maybe all the ingredients were expired.
>Maybe the smell of damnation was a hint.
>Or the slightly pink and green aura, but that's magic ingredient 101 in any cooking game.
>Sure the oil poured out in globs, but to be fair this is horse land.
>As strange shapes and colors consume your vision.
>Ponkers renovates the kitchen to mitigate the accidental near successful assassination of yourself and Twilight.
>True Story out of the hoersres mouth.
>In an unrelated tale Fluttershy's plans for illicit activities ground to a halt on the unsuccessful hit job.

>>327866
>mare milk time
Filly growing her superpowers.

>>326070
>>326136
I love these, thank you anon

>>328166
again i ask, can she get shorter?

>>328384
Do not deflate filly

>>328732
Something makes me chuckle seeing how Little League is astronomically more horny than Anon.
She's a veteran /mlp/ OC, afterall.

Slightly inebriated vent ahead, if you do not wish to read about a namefag's faggot ass problems I suggest not reading this post.
Finished with my classes for this semester, left with somewhat of a distinct feeling of loneliness as usual. Not sure why I expected anything different, can't even really bring myself to write. I ship home in a few days to a home that I haven't enjoyed being in since my mom died. I want to thank you all for being there for me. You've probably been the most consistent prescence in my life over the time I've been here excepting maybe my grandfather, and even though I've seen certain faces come and go I would unironically consider any one of you my friends without a second thought. May filly guide you through your hardships as well, she is a good rock in the storm that is life I have found. Take care, try to relax, and enjoy your time off of you have it. I'm so glad to have spent so much time here. Fillyfilly forever.

>>328415
im not asking for deflation, im asking for kirby filly

>>328769
Would call you a friend too.
>>328777
This. Except for the first sentence. Unless I did do that too...

>>328769
>first two spoiler sentences
relatable, my dude. I'd call you a friend too, and I hope to continue being able to interact with you on this canadian horsewhispering forum; take care and I hope your holiday holds at least some enjoyment!

>>328771
Lood
>>328777
>Spoiler
Heh, it's all good. I'm certainly not exempt from criticism, I've done a few dumb things. Glad I still look okay in your eyes.
>>328782
Thank you, friend. I suspected you still lurked for a while but I wasn't completely sure, it's good to see your face again.
>>328800
Thank you, you as well. I'll try to make the most of it all.

>>328932
Filly, whatcha doin'?

>>328940
Mind your own damn business, Im doing somethin

>>328942
I think this filly just misses her tits.

>>328991
Kek, love the expression on that uterus.

>>328998
Uteral bleeding is a brilliant argument for the existence of God.
He wants women punished yearly for failing their duties to Man and God.

>>328999
digits confirm

>>328999
The Bible did say it was a punishment for women.

>>328991
A story someone made on a booru

The cocky little fucker lifts his tail and spreads his legs revealing a near literal third… Fifth leg, less then an inch from scrapping against the ground with his fat tip.
She He! Couldn’t take her his Off of the thick bulgy coal black pillar of colt meat.
The already burning flame in “his” crotch thoroughly stoked by the sight and blatant offer flare up to an unbearable inferno nearly making “him” present himself instantly as Anon’s various and numerous objects fade into the back of his mind crying out warnings desperately trying to be heard only to go unheeded under the ceaseless signals from her womb overriding nearly everything else as the fertile filly flower demands submission to the healthy stud while his swollen soggy slit seeps out sweet succulent sap down his her soft squeezable inner thighs.
Gah! T-this faggy c-cunt! Such a smug bastard! That god damn smirk, he’s totally fucking done this before. I just wanna go suck his cock deck him and knock that look right off his cute face!
I-I Uh… My…
Anon stutters at the final hurdle then takes a deep breath to start again only for that to be her final mistake. Lifting their head snout flared Anon sniffs the air a little.
What the hell’s that smell? Is someone cooking right now!? It’s good, like one of the pony fuckers actually learned how to use spices in anything other then sweets, it’s almost like heady meat? With an touch of exotic spiciness to it, pretty potent too… Must be close, maybe this day won’t be so bad… It’s coming fr- i-it’s coming… Oh god! Fuck fuck fuck FUCK! I can smell him! He’s making me smell his gaybo horse bits! … I’m… I need to get home, maybe sparkle butt has a way to make this not gay, or fix this.
Anon stumbles forwards a couple steps the scent only growing stronger confirming the source.
I-If you really wanna help me fag take me home. I can’t… Walk like this.

Filly needs a hug [YouTube] Neco Arc gets a hug [Embed]

>>329075
>weeb shit
KYS

>>329077
Suck my ass

>>329080
>>>/a/
fgt

>>329081
That's fair.
do you have any pics of anonfilly being hugged?

>>329082
I guess that depends on what you consider a hug.

>>328999
Dubs

>>329251
those are trips, you leaf.

>>329268
Merry Christmas Filly!

>Be (you)
>Twilight's been dragging you around for all sorts of Hearth's Warming stuff, which you can't really be mad about
>Oh wait, you can!
>Spike's literally sitting at the castle, why are you the one helping her out?
>That, and she knows you'd rather just be left alone at this time of year
>There's too many reminders of what you'd be missing at home, what with all the festivity and similarities to Christmas
>Half of these ponies don't even have a reason why all this shit is done, and the other half don't even have their story straight!
>Is the tree significant because it was cut down to make a fire and last through the winter?
>Then why do you decorate it and not light it on fire!?
>Stupid horses...
>"... And that's the last thing on the list, let's go home!"
"Finally! Was it really necessary to do volume and density calculations for those eggs?"
>"I wanted to make sure I didn't accidentally get one with two yolks, that messes with the ratio of egg white."
>Yeah, sure
>You fester in your own mind through the walk back, not really bothering to stop for anything that catches Twilight's eye
>You've seen one snowpony contest or giant candy cane, you've seen them all
>Let's just get home...

>Be Twilight
>Spike should've set everything up by now, but just in case you're trying to buy some extra time
>Unfortunately, Anon's not paying attention to anything
>Darn it, looks like you're just gonna have to hope that Rarity didn't decide to redo anything!
>. . .

>Be Anonymous again
>You finally made it home, despite Twilight's sidetracking
>You start taking off your winter gear near the door when you hear a loud thud from somewhere in the castle!
>You look to Twilight, who's surprisingly unfazed
>...
>Is she planning something?
>Sigh
>Might as well play along...
>"Did you hear that sound? I think we should check it out!"
>Yep, she's planning something
>You sigh and shrug, knowing you're not getting out of this either
"Sure, I guess."
>Your head drops as Twilight leads you away on another stupid adventure...

>Be Spike
>You're not sure why Twilight wanted you to hide in the chimney, but she's told you to do weirder things before
>The real question is why she wanted you to do that with this costume Rarity just made
>It's all covered in soot now, how is that a good thing!
>Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the library door opening though
>Alright, showtime!

>Be Anon again
>Twilight's led you to the library for some reason
>You still haven't figured out why, but you're probably about to learn anyway...
>"I think it came from in here! I wonder what it could be?"
>Clearly scripted
>And obviously on cue, Spike falls out of the fireplace in a...
>... Seriously?
"Spike, what the fuck are you wearing?"
>The baby dragon stumbles to his booted feet, dusting as much carbon dust off his red suit and fake beard as he can
>"Ho ho ho, I should really think about just using the door from now on!"
>All of your what
>All of your fucks
>All of your neurons firing at once, trying to find out how you should be feeling from this
>In all the white noise though, Twilight's voice still comes through
>"Wow! Somehow Santa Clause made his way all the way here just for you, isn't that amazing?"

>Be Twilight
>Spike went off-script, but this should still be salvageable!
>Hopefully Rarity got the costume right, you really didn't have much to go off of besides red fur suit, boots, belt, and a hat hesitantly described as a toque
>Well, all that's left to do is see if it all went well
>You patiently observe Anon for a reaction
>Spike joins you in the observation, the false beard hiding his true feelings from both of you

>Be Spike
>This costume's hot and dirty, when can you get out of it?

>Be Twilight again
>Anon finally does something!
>She....
>... sits on the floor and drops her head again
>Oh
>Oh no...
>You sit next to him and wrap a wing around her shoulders in comfort, hoping to stifle the shuddering you can now both see and feel
"I'm really sorry, I thought this would make you feel better about the season. I won't try anything like this again, and-"
>You're interrupted by a snort
>The snort is followed by a few shaky breaths, a squeak, and then a torrent of laughs
>"Holy shit, Twi, I wasn't expecting this!"
>Anon finally picks his head up and faces you, bearing one of the dumbest grins you've seen her have
>He leans back up against you, returning the hug
>"Thanks, I'm sorry for usually being a constant buzzkill this time of year. I'm kinda surprised you actually decided to put something I told you to use, though!"
"Well, I noticed how you're usually sadder around this time so I used what I knew about your holidays to try to fix that. Did I do a good job?"
>Anon breaks away from you and stares at Spike for a few seconds
>"Santa doesn't usually wear a three-piece suit, but it's really the thought that counts."
>Whoops
"Next time I'll let you give Rarity the directions, how about that?"
>"Sure, that works. I'm holding you to it, though."
>Spike clears his throat from behind the beard, grabbing both of your attention
>"So does that mean I can take this off?"
>"Sure, 'Santa.'"
>You watch as Spike leaves the room, not even waiting before removing pieces of clothing
"So?"
>"So... Maybe we can go back and look at some of that stuff you wanted to look at?"
>Now it's your turn to laugh!
>Just a sensible chuckle, though
"Nah, I was just trying to buy Spike time. Want to read something with me?"
>"I'd love to."

>Be Anon
>Maybe you don't have to worry about spending the holidays without family
>... Nah, that's too sappy of an ending
>Sometimes being naughty can get you something nice?
>Too sexual
>Be friends with a princess?
>That's not even a moral!
>Fuck it, Purple's got a book and she's reading aloud. We'll cut it her-

>>329335
And that's my sorry excuse for a holiday green! Sorry for being absent again for a long while, college's kicking my ass harder than ever and I just got done with a pretty dicey semester where I had a lot less time than I'd like. I can't leave you all hanging forever though, so here's this to let you all know I'm still alive and kicking! Merry Christmas, faggots!

Alright Lone, merry christmas ya fag

>Be Anonfilly
>Finally out of that godforsaken hellhole thay called a photo shoot
>Twiggles had decided to take you to the biggest department store in Canterlot for pictures with Santa Hooves
>"Santa" looked like a drunkard off the street they put a fake beard on
>You weren't even sure if he was awake the whole time
>Why did they need to use a different name, it's not like the guy was copyrighted, hard as Coca-Cola tried
>Reminded you of that time you played an very lethal version of Home Alone with the psychotic lesbian conspiracy theory extremist
>By summoning a psychotic lesbian scientific theory extremist
>Ah, good times
>Octavia still wouldn't look at you in public
>The smug smile didn't help her either
>Your collar warmed up a little thinking of the movie, and if you were gonna get electrocuted for a movie it would be Lord of the-
>A sharp tingle burned through your neck, but not quite as bad as when you previously thought of human media
>You mostly needed to imagine your filly form watching the movie, since it involved less human-ness
>Like your human self watching movies about nonpeople like Toy Story and 12 Years a Slave
>tfw you still can't masturbate to human pr0n even in your head
>Attempting to imagine talking about your humanity still practically invoked a seizure
>At least when Twiggles wasn't there to see it you got some sympathy points for being a poor little disabled filly

>>329385
>Purple had promised you ice cream after the 19th-century photos were taken
>But failed to mention two hours of dress shopping
>Luckily you didn't have to put anything on, but you had to sit on a bench reading a history book she bought
>TL;DR ponies are gay for solving problems with hugs and not slugs
>The shotgun kind of course, slugs here were probably vegan pacifists
>Warfare was actually one of the driving forces of technological innovation, you remembered that Wi-Fi was originally designed to guide torpedos in World War II.
>Maybe that's why you guys don't have 21:9 ultrawide 1440p 144fps multimonitor setups
>Fucking console peasants were better
>What was odd about the shopping was that Twilight wasn't putting on dresses either, just looking back and forth between item descriptions and a sheet of old-timey paper
>You could tell that all the clothes here were made by hoof, as the Industrial Revolution hadn't happened yet
>The prices knew that as well
>Capitalism prevails oncemore, despite that damn commie Twilight was banging, as much as you tried to cuck her with your tuba
>tbh you were starting to get a little bit decent at it
>The tuba bit, not maintaining Purple's virginity
>Too much time with Rainbow Dash for that
"Hey Twilight, why aren't you buying clothes from Rarity?"
>"Hmm? Oh, she's really busy this time of year, and I didn't want to give her any extra stress"
"Makes sense. But why aren't you trying on any clothes?"
>"Well, because-", followed by mumbling
"What was that?"
>"Glimmer is going to be staying with us for Hearthswarming"
>wut.png
>On one hoof, this meant that there'd be less attention on you
>On the other, this would make Twiggles happy, and you would not stand for that
>You hated standing up
>Glancing at the paper, you could see that it was covered in numbers, likely Glimmer's measurements
>Why couldn't she just use measurements when buying you clothes instead of forcing you to play dress-up?
"Are you sure this is a good idea? Hearthswarming is supposed to be family time."
>"..."
>plz no
>You couldn't play the tuba every night

>"She just has nopony else to spend Hearthswarming with, so as a good friend I invited her over"
>More like friend with benefits
>Eventually she grabbed a stupid cerulean dress off a rack after triple-checking her notes
>tfw you couldn't look at big racks anymore
>Maybe you could become an artist and at least draw some hentai, since there-
>No, this was temporary, you'd be a human-
>Pain flared from your neck to the bottom of your forelegs, and you fell to the floor
>Did Twiggles notice?
>"Anon, what do you think?" she said a moment later, holding a dress, "...what are you doing down there?"
"I thought I saw a bit underneath the bench." you lie effortlessly
>It was becoming easier every day, although you'd been good at it from the start
>[PERSUADE: SUCCESS] "Well get up, you look silly."
>Deception +15 bonus bitches
>Charisma + Intelligence build was the new meta after all

>>329388
>Twiggles was clearly in a rush when she came back to pick up the dress
>"Thank you, have a nice day" the cahier said for the 50th time that day
>You saw the boredom in her wagie eyes, the repetition was getting to her
>Luckily Twiggles hadn't noticed the minor switcharoo and was eager to get home

>later
>Making christmas- "Hearthswarming" cookies with Commie not-Mommy
>You're_not_my_mom.jpg
>Same went for Twilight ofc
>She had gone alone "to buy some last-minute presents"
>Translation: "I want you to spend alone time with my fuckbuddy so you won't reeeee when she moves in"
>She should know better, nobody could throw a hissy fit like you
>You were in charge of decorating, which was primarily eating frosting straight from the bowl
>Glimmer got to use the oven because 'she was a big filly'
>"So Anon, what are your hobbies?" she asked while pulling out another sheet of 70% sugar
"Oh, I do the usual stuff; exploring, reading, playing the tuba..."
>"Yeah, I noticed" she mumbled
>Why did everyone think you couldn't hear?
"What do you like?"
>"Well, I do some teaching-
>'Ara, teaching communist theory comrade'
>"...help other ponies with their problems,"
>'The state must control the people's solutions'
>"making sure Equestria is a safe place,"
>'Stalingrad? More like Stalin Great'
>"... and try to make Equestria a safer and more equal place."
>Oh that was too easy
>Then again what you'd expect from Glimmer
>BowChickaBowWow.mp4

>Well let's get the rolling pin rolling
"Could you check the label for this dough?"
>"Sure Anon, it says... 'Cake Family Low-Fat Cookie Dough'. Why do you ask?"
>Exactly the brand you had asked Twilight for
>'Fluttershy makes cookies with this and they taste really good' you had told her
>You knew that Twiggles saw Butters as her biggest 'maternal figure rival' or something, and naturally would want to outperform her in any way she could
>Went all-out on frosting and sprinkles to be extra-sure
"Sometimes Twilight says I get a little pudgy so she changes my diet. I was curious if she'd done the same for Hearthswarming." you answered, smearing far too much frosting on a cookie, "she's very weight-conscious"
>"That's ridiculous, you're too skinny if you ask me, although you do look better than when I first met you."
"Okay, maybe she just made a mistake on the shopping list."
>Glimmer knew that Twilight didn't make logistical mistakes, and she probably thought that you didn't know that
>After all, you were just an innocent little filly
"Sometimes she talks to me about other ponies' weight or intelligence when they're not around, which I thought was supposed to be bad."
>"...Does she ever talk about me?"
"Twilight said I wasn't supposed to share what she said about anypony. Although now that that Lyra pony died mysteriously, I guess it's okay to tell you that Twilight called her a 'dumb fat bitch, but good for a ride'. I think the word in the middle is bad but I don't wanna lie to you either."
>"Oh really?" Glimmer paused, venom creeping into her voice
"Yeah, she would come over a lot. I had a fun time with her once, even got to play with my chemistry set. I don't know why Twilight thinks so many ponies need to lose weight."
"Do you promise not to tell Twilight I said anything"
>"Of course Anon. I would never do anything mean to you." she said, ruffling your mane with more force than necessary
>You would come to pity that poor dough she was rolling

>>329389
>Knockoff Christmas was here, and it seemed Twiggles was doing a good job
>More than just books, possibly because you practically lived in a library anyway
>The drawing set was really nice, those fancy colored pencils and highgrade paper and whatnot
>The new saddlebag could hold lots more bits to extract fom the ponyim
>Oy_vey_12.png
>It had been a while since your last potential lawsuit scam
>If only Equestria had bowling alleys
>The tree's loot was shrinking though, and you could tell you only had one present left out of the two remaining
>"Alright, here's the last one for Nonny" a smiling Twiggles declared
>Thank god handheld cameras hadn't been invented yet, you'd probably have spent more time looking at the lens than actually unwrapping
>Tearing noises erupted as the wrapping paper flew off at Mach 2
>What came out was a borderline unlabeled cardboard box
>The contents clearly wren't designed for personal use, the package containing the gift was obviously supposed to be made by-order for businesses, didn't even have a picture on it
>All it said was "Movie Projector- 16mm model #J-117" followed by a bunch of jargon
>A movie projector!
>You hadn't seen one of these since your trip to Afetlocka
>You wondered how Daring Don't was doing
>Probably crying while eating a bowl of peppermint ice cream, while her sister told her parents about her far more interesting exploits in the other room
>But where were the movie tapes?
>"I didn't know what movies you'd like, so I thought I'd ask... assuming they're age-appropriate of course."
>Bitch I'm older than you ar-
>You got a nasty zap from the collar, but managed to make yourself rigid enough to avoid attracting too much attention
"...I've got an idea for a Hearthswarming movie"
>"That's nice Anon" Glimmer added, "we could watch it as a- group of friends"
"There's one present left" you declared, recognizing the department store-size box
>"This one is for you Glimmer" Twilight said with a smile
>You were smiling too
>GlimGlam the ShimSham tore off the packaging, opening the box and pulling out a massive cerulean dress, several sizes larger than what Twiggles originally purchased
>"...is this a joke??" Glimmer barked at an embarrased Twilight
>"...I don't understand, I checked the measurements..."
>"Yeah, and this is how big you think I am? Or are you just telling me I should lose weight??"
"I think you look pretty Glimmer"
>"Thanks Anon, but your mom thinks otherwise"
>"Glimmer, I was in a big rush checking out at the store. If it's about all those times I said you had a thick plot, I meant-"
>If only the projector came with popcorn
>"Y'know, if statements like that are gonna define our relationship, maybe we should discuss our current arrangement."
>"It was an honest mistake. Let's talk about this later Glimmer, when we're alone"
>Glimmer threw the dress at Twilight's feet
>"Yeah, when I see you on Friday" she huffed, storming past her
>Watching her leave, you had to agree she was thicc
>Not that you were into ponies, that would be gay
>Except for that time you wanted to be raped, but that doesn't count

>You felt a little guilty as you watched Twiggles die inside
>"Alright Nonny, I'll get the tape. The stores are all closed, but the Celestia's Archives should have a copy after that movie was memorialized" Twilight muttered, distraught by what was probably the worst Christmas she'd ever had
>Really this was the first one ever since you were the only pony to ever realize this was really just part of the War on Christmas
>But hey, at least they had the movie, even if calling it a Hearthswarming movie was a little bit of a stretch
>Maybe pony culture wasn't so cringe after all
>In half an hour she was back, looking quite irate
>Once Twiggles had finished being mad she would reach her third stage of grief: wine
>"Whoever organized those films should be fired, there's barely any movies made and it still took forever! Keep them all in the same place for Celestia's sake!"
>Dewey Decimal System was a mistake
>"Anyway, here's the movie. I saw it and didn't like it that much, but here's your Hearthswarming film. I hope you like it, but mommy's gonna go lie down. She's... sleepy"
>You could practically feel the booze cabinet opening
>You take the movie from her hoof, eager to watch a true holiday classic
>Glancing at the tape, you saw what you hoped was a typo on the pony film
>"Dye Hard"
>It wasn't.

>>328932
Filly wants mommy milk

>>329335
>>329385
>>329352
Merry Christmas frens!

>Be Filly
>Running around Twigywiggy's abode looking for a gift.
>tfw can't find any coal
>or charcoal
>or propane
>You found a box of ribbons earlier.
>Bad news beers Twi's mare mashing grillfriend StarlightGlamGlim is raging drunk.
>Which is why putting a ribbon and hiding unde the tree as the only option left.
>even worse news that you now find out is that Glommer Star has a hate boner the size of your previous dick plus the size of Equestia for Hearth's Chistmas Hoerrrs Pressants.
>Leaving gifts brutalized by blood, sweat, tears and gril horrs goo.
>You're pretending to be a heart felt gift.
>her eyes scream rape
>while yours don't because eyes don't scream
>That's how you found yourself being a sock puppet yet again.

>>329399
Did you get Marijuana for Christmas?

>>329400
Who needs drugs when the depths of the exhausted mind works wonders where the line between sleep, dreams, something else and possibly awakeness. There's a couple things is the light of the sun exists within, and the moon is the reflection and refraction of that light upon the sea among stars going through infinity.
The wonders within are there the question is will you filly the filly or will the filly filly the filly that filly the filly.
The issue lies in effort not the tapping, the well is deep thicc and rambunctious penetrating deep and lovingly through the seas deeper briehter and darker. Haulling buckets being effort through the creating of works takes the last component being fully fulfilled.

>>329399
>sock puppet
more like cock puppet lmao

>>329335
>>329336
Based and cute, very nice. You're an engineering major, right? Might I ask what type? You might've said at one point but I have forgotten.
>>329385
>>329386
>>329387
>>329388
>>329389
>>329390
Holy shit, what a wonderful surprise. All of the callbacks were nice, though I think you were implying at one point that anonfilly was getting a bit pudgy. No complaints though, healthy weight filly is best filly. Did you ever get around to creating a ponepaste for your story? There was an update on /mlp/ a good bit back but I don't think it ever got added to anything.
>>329399
>>329401
Nice work Occult, I'm just drunk enough for this. Love you, no homo.

Oh right, you all like S3rl? Couldn't find this on youtube
[YouTube] DJ S3rl - Love Love You [Embed]

>>329409
Computer science is what's written on the transcript, but I have no real idea what I'm doing and no idea how to figure that out that doesn't just waste my mom's money.

>>329413
God, computer science is a bit of a mess from what I've heard... if it makes you feel any better I'm sure that you'll learn a lot more working than you will at school, at least that's what some of my older peers who've taken on internships have said. I'm doing mechanical engineering so it's not exactly the same ball game, but hopefully things end up going well for you.

>>329414
Thanks, Lone. I've heard some pretty bad things about it too, but I'm hoping when all's said and done that I end up hitting the lottery and getting a job where I just get to sit around and play games all day and only have to start worrying when something big happens. I have no doubts that I'm probably going to get stuck with the opposite of that, but oh well. How's your own classes going?

>>329417
They've been okay, I misread a corequisite as a prerequisite so now I'm a little bit behind, but it isn't anything that'll keep me from graduating on time. My workload is just going to be redistributed onto future semesters. Everything I did have this semester went well though, my least favorite class was probably economics for engineers. I don't speak the language of jews that well.

>>329460
Ah, in that fellow filler peruser can be explained by Uncle A's labor and classical barter. Money is the currency of the soul, the economic system(s) is really sick and has been for such large swaths of time... kept alive by the blood, sweat, tears and flesh of the future that (((they))) will steal from us all, as many smile
Having read (((offical))) text books in economics big and smoll if it sounds jewwy it's screwy and must be tread lightly. The original intent and idea verses the practicing portions people and (((people))) do/use.
Everything is labor which is applied time and effort (on a standard amount). Every square mile of road, every moment of electricity, every 'Hello' and 'How do you do' and when you recuperate to expand what you are.
Once it's considered as actionable actions real people (and middle jockeiers) do across time and space the calculation is technically simple. Just fucked up and or agonizing.

>>329413
>>329414
>>329417
CompSci Senior here, if you finish Data Structures and Algorithms (3rd semester) and still/now don't like it, run while you still can and cut your losses. It's a hard degree that requires an ample amount of autism to finish, but then again you're here.

Also, the more you learn about computers the more you realize how fragile society is. Normal people think computers may as well be magic. Computer Scientists know computers may as well be magic.

Everything in the world is now basically being held together by digital duct tape and prayers. I can't count the number of times I've written/read "I dunno what this useless block of text is supposed to do but when you delete it everything breaks so don't touch it" on group projects. Software is built on random crap we don't understand and believe shouldn't be doing anything/shouldn't work even though we made it. One time the computer decided "Null" was not the same as "Null", except when it was. At random. That kind of shit is being used to store your bank account information and keep the plane from crashing btw.

Each programmer knows enough to specialize in one niche, but if the wrong 10% of programmers disappear then everything will fall apart since you have so many different systems that need to work 100% perfectly together at all times or else they're all worthless. The most unrealistic part of Marvel capeshit was half of programmers disappearing but the world not falling apart technologically. Doctor Strange is more grounded in reality.

And nothing will convince you that democracy was a mistake more than spending a week working IT support.

Sorry for the rant, but don't invest too much into the degree unless you're sure about it.

>>329479
>know computers may as well be magic.
> I can't count the number of times I've written/read "I dunno what this useless block of text is supposed to do but when you delete it everything breaks so don't touch it" on group projects. Software is built on random crap we don't understand and believe shouldn't be doing anything/shouldn't work even though we made it.
I can personally testify to this. Which is why notes is fucking useful if you have to take a long break. Because of the magic 10-20% that makes no sense.
In that case I recommend asking for help. I usually go to the higher self, omnissiah, and head bashing of the line between mania, madness and brilliance.
Also multiple command/language look up webites/books.

>>329542
Heh,
>my old filly sdign edit with ms paint.
Someone actually saved it. Fells good poner.

>>329548
>someone saved it
REEEEEEEEEEEEE! i had all of them (facial edits too) until my PC bricked 8 months ago!

>>329540
Are there fillies on both side of the fence, or is Anon a mare?

>>329548
Glad to know.

>>329540
That filly is a bit thicc, are we sure its not a mare?

>>329597
>are we sure its not a mare?
Who knows?
Anyway, y' all are fucking gay.

>>329627
Filly needs a hug to make her feel better

>>329390
It's good. Thanks.

>>329627
Heh, saves one of my shitty drawings. Anon, I don't understand, couldn't you have used those bits for horsepussy?

>>329694
The beauty of that original filly it is in its shittyness.

>>329813
let me show you.

>>329881
*Chef's kiss.*

>>329813
>>329881
Impressive.

>>330122
Yeah, uhh. I'm sorry. I was just doodling in Oekaki and the slipped and clicked new reply. This is disgrace to fillies everywhere.

>>330123
Looks okay to me. What's next to filly?

>>330150
Suppose to be a bush but I didn't color it.

>>330186
cute

>>330186
Wait a second, is this new Country Roads art? Fucking love it

>>330336
Reminds me of DeadlyComic's style, very nice.

Rate my anonfilly who says "Wack"

>>330352
Wack / 10

>>330624
I want to protect this faggot.

>>330624
Hello fren.

>>330624
She needs a big hug

>>330947
Thank you Harvey

Reading a good book can be hard let alone a bad one.

>>331164
Filly books are the best. Ask Purple.

Don't mind me, just doing an art dump for other filly fren enthusiast enjoyment.

>>331218
>>331219
Thanks.

F* Purple.

As you can notice, this off the cuff writing was suppose to be normal and then became about sex. Says a lot about me, I think.

>Be Anonfilly.
>”So Anon, which club are you signing up for?” asked a cyan unicorn.
>You roll your eyes.
“I am an alien. It's not like I'll join the music club. I gotta learn how to even cook first,” you answer back as you struggle to lift up your paper cup with coffee (But is it good for filly?) by squeezing it between your two front hooves.
>The problem is that if press too hard, you squash the cup.
>If you grip is too loose, the cup slips through.
>You groan.
>The other filly giggles, puts up hoof to her mouth, and says, “Shall I get you a straw?”
>Your mouth is a thine line.
“...”
>”Because I can-”
“Yes.”
>You blush and look away.
>”Ahh, you're so cute.” She grabs your cheeks with her hooves.
>You swat her hooves away.
“No! I'm not. Don't get too touchy, faggot.”
>The other filly snorts.
“Ha.” The filly waggle her body from side to side like a slithering snake and her mane that looks like sheeps' wool jiggle like jelly. Then she place he hooves on the table, leans low and towards you across it, and tilts her head so her cheek presses against the table's surface. *She smacks lips.* “So you like dicks now? I thought you were a man in your previous life? You don't like pussy anymore?”
>*Gulps.*
>You get even redder.
>You push her back into her seat again.
“Yes yes yes. I know, the classical filly conundrum. It along with, 'What came first the hen or the egg?' are truly the height of philosophical intellectualism.”
>You lay on the sarcasm.
>She nods; she puts a hoof to her chin and looks up.
>”Mm-hm. It seems you're gay regardless of what you do, doesn't it?” The realization makes her grin coyly.
“Look.” You hold up your hooves in the air. “That's kinda true but you forget, if I'm asecksual then I'm not gay.”
>She blinks and looks at you with a face in between burst-out-laughter and faux-disgust.
“Really? Sounds pretty gay to me...”
>You sigh and hold hoof to your forehead.
“How am I wrong? If I don't have sex, then I can't be gay regardless, right?”
>She looks up towards the ceiling fan above you.
>“Maybe, but then you basically an incel.”
“Volcel. I can have secks if I want, I just don't want to be gay and therefore I don't.”
>She pushes her lips together into a small dot while she looks away.
>You grin.
“See, even you know I'm right,” you say and point a hoof at her. “On that note, if I have sex I'm equally straight for the same reasons I'm gay for having sex.”
>”What if rape?” the other filly asks.
“Wha?”
>”Rape.” She points through the table towards your crotch and starts to slap her tongue up and down similar to a worm wriggling into an apple. “If you're forced to have sex, then your gay by your own logic since sex for you equals gayness, right? You can't argue science.”
>You blush more and cover your crotch with your hooves.
“Except for the fact that it doesn't. As you say, I would be forced into faggotry, therefore it has nothing to do with my will, as in, my preferences or sexuality. This is just atypical victim-blaming.”
>”Pffft, 'victim-blaming.'” She says it with whining voice. “You sure do sound like a homo to me. Anyway, if your pupils turn into hearts it's not rape, ask any lawyer.”
>She then reach down and gripped the straw in her paper cup filled with para-sprite between her teeth but not at any end rather along it.
>Then she lean over the table and dropped it into your cup.
“Well, it's impossible for ponies to have their pupils turn into hearts anyway, so...” You take a sip from your coffee.
>”Not if you use the want and needed spell, also you share a straws with other fillies? Ew, gay.”
>You spat out the coffee.
Yeah, pretty dumb ending but I just wanted to end it.

>>331775
>and then became about sex.
Reeeeeee.
Filly is not for sexual.