/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

>>361390
Filly?

>>361393
Yes, she's coming back.

>>361394
Baseado filly

Is this filly in the room with us right now?

>>361397
Always.

"I made a salad and put it in the fridge. Make sure you eat," Fluttershy says as she gives you a hug.

"Of course I'll remember to eat, mom. You think I'm gonna starve without you here," you answer with a groan but you still enjoy her soft, feathery hug.

"Hehe, I justed wanted to make sure you knew where it was." Flutters smiles sheepishly.

"C'mon Fluttershy! The submarine to the seapony wonderbolts leaves port in a hour and I'm not gonna suba-dive into Kraken's Vill," Rainbow Dash stuck in her head through the top of the door.

"Oh, right. Uhm, just give me a minute." Fluttershy sat down on her haunches and looked you straight in the eyes. "You sure you're okay with this? I don't have to leave if you'd feel lonely."

Both you and Rainbow Dash rolled your eyes in unison.

"Yes, mom. I'll be fine. You don't think I can't manage being alone for a few days?" You ask.

"No, I know you're capable but what if you need to cook something?"

"Ugh!" Rainbow Dash uttered and face-hoofed. "Anon will be fine. When he was a man, he used to cook noodles, right? She will survive. Now we need to go, otherwise we'll miss the opening ceremony underwater fireworks!"

Rainbow dragged Flutterhsy out onto the doorstep.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," you say with a smile on your lips. "Cya' you mom!"

You wave goodbye. Fluttershy pulls free from Rainbow Dash's grasp.

"Oooh, just one last hug!" she says and rushes forward.

She embraces your tightly in her hooves and cacoons you in her soft wings. She nuzzle you. Surprized at first , you decides to nuzzle her back. You remain like that for a bit before Dash wrangle Fluttershy off you and drags her out the door.

As Flutttershy behind scraps across the floor, she calls out to you: "Remember that if you need anything, Discord is next door in another dimension!"

"I will. Now don't drown!" you call back and then Rainbow Dash slams the door shut.

You hear them pick up their bags and hooves clopping away from you. You're now on you're own but what else is new? ~Take sometime alone. Understand why you were born and getting ready for the day. Alone again. Alone again. Alone.~

While you smile to yourself while reflecting on you're life thus far, you suddenly feel pain in one of your hindlegs. Something kicked you, or somebun.

You turn around, and speak of the devil, it's none other than Fluttershy's "favourite" animal, the white bunny, Angel.

He glares at you and you glare back.

>>361398
c:

>>361397
She's literally you

>Be Anonymous
>It's the year 20XX
>The ZOG are knocking on doors, and they just knocked on your-
>"Anonymous! Breakfast is done."
>You're safe, it's only a bad dream. Sweet themed room a glow with the morning sun instead of the grey holding closets.
>Mrs. Cake trots in checking on you.
>You have a mission, a goal, a purpose.
>Equestria is thankfully peaceful.
>Technically peaceful.
>To love God.
>To love one another.
"I'm be right there!"
>"Twilight said there's another new friend you'll want to meet."
>This body is made of the physical principal of thaumic energy colloquially known as magic.
>Some rules apply such as making a full image of God body, that means one that's more or less human means.
>Hostile beings would start amassing to defile the image.
>Some very important promises would be broken.
>You'd have to go elsewhere.
>Positive side because of His goodness you have actual freedom in His yolk.
>The place made for you also has being in multiple places, which is where you truly reside.
>This is
>You're going to need Jesus Christ, The Heavenly Father and The Holy Ghost Trinity pass.

>>361408
>green
It is very much appreciated anon, but remember that in Equestria the supreme holiness is Princess Celestia.

>>361403
What book is this?

>>361566
Expo skrev nåt om alt-right. Tror inte att de nämnde mlpol men inkluderade anonfilly av någon andledning. Det var troligtvis någon form of magasin. Det är allt jag vet, hoppas det hjälper. c:

Good thing I'm writing in swedish here so I can finally share this with a fellow brother without being overheard: I fucking hate burgers man, fuckin' scum of the earth. ;^P

>>361566
https://ponerpics.org/images/1885676?q=Anonfilly%2C+sweden
No idea it says it was in a magazine about memes
>>361567
>Expo skrev nåt om alt-right. Tror inte att de nämnde mlpol men inkluderade anonfilly av någon andledning. Det var troligtvis någon form of magasin. Det är allt jag vet, hoppas det hjälper. c:
This
>Good thing I'm writing in swedish here so I can finally share this with a fellow brother without being overheard: I fucking hate burgers man, fuckin' scum of the earth. ;^P
T. American Larping as a Swede

Chilling.

Sorry I missed creating the new thread fillies, got busy and didn't notice it had reached the limit. I'll try to get the next one, don't plan to be going anywhere any time soon.

>>361604
Its ok filler, glad you are still here.

>>361623
>Filly making frens
Glad Harshwhinny is taking care of her.

>>361625
She's a better mom than purple lol

>>361627
She would agree.

>>361629
So would I

ASCII Filly.

>>361675
>>361676
My bad, I forgot the original fillies.

>>361568
^^

Filly will protec u with her life, Anon. Ur safe, she promise.

>>361692
Based thanks filly

>>361695
Awesome petting... and hooves.

>>361562
Slut.

>>361704
a slut to discord? Makes sense actually. probably one of the few that truly understands her

Filly is doing school work! But it's hard! Can you solve the problem? What is 1+2? Do you know?

>>361715
4
>>361716
Me on the right

>>361723
As in, I'm doin' that to u right now ^^

>>361723
>>361724
I have realized there aren't that many orange filly pics, post any fillies you want to be orange

>>361726
>there aren't that many orange filly pics
Just trying to fit anon.

>>361746
Filly will now be replaced just like, Ash, with a new filly. She had good run.
F

>>361748
>She had good run.
Non-sense.

>>361749
That's the spirit ^^

>>361746
Well, as she grows into adulthood, she'll fill out~

it's not haram

>>361826
Wipe those fucking >hooves

>>361848
Rest well filly.

Me on the Right

>>361861
Me on the Left

>>361827
And what about hands, hah?

>>361897
You'll get to meet her anon colt

From 2017.

>>361887
>singing
She's a star.

I changed the pencil's color, not the fill :'C

>>361967
She's Da Best
>>361976
SHES A NIGGER!
>>362083
>Pic related

>>361861
Me too Anon, me too...

Sup faggots.

>>362131
Chilling.

:^)

>>362356
Nice hoof.

>>362356
Need more anonfilly nudes

>>362359
Filly is always nude though.

>>362359
>anonfilly nudes
Gotta an Onlyfans account?

>>362368
>paying bits for OnlyFans when you could just walk around Ponyville and see completely nude mares trotting around everywhere all day
Why?

>>362365
No u
>>362368
You Start one
>>362372
because they won't talk to you

>>362374
OnlyThots don't talk to you either.

>>362372
>you could just walk around Ponyville and see completely nude mares trotting around everywhere all day
B-but Filly is not any mare, she is the one.

>>362385
Filly , I am based. of course they do, they all love the green horse. and i meant the mares down town.

Looking for a few anons to tell me your favorite stories from the google doc. Since I'm pretty much the sole maintainer of the google doc at this point and I've noticed a disappointing loss of oldfag anonfilly culture on /mlp/, I figure creating a recommended reading section may aid in helping newfags better understand what anonfilly really is. I'll post the strawpoll to the /mlp/ thread a day or two after, as I trust you mlpol frends to not fuck it up like the /mlp/ Anons will do at times, and I've seen oldfags lurking somewhat recently.
VOTE
>>>
https://strawpoll.com/polls/e2narqmaVgB
>>>
VOTE

Alright I'm passing out now

>>362809
>VOTE
I just did.
That's a full survey with a ton to choose from.

>>362809
More votes needed.

>>362859
>>362809
I have voted.

>>362859
Read the entire list, thought I recognized one of them, looked it up, but it was a different one.
I have not read anything from that list, and the only one that comes to mind is not on that list
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/419791/twilights-magical-mishaps

>>>>362879
Well, I suppose the recommended reading section will be the sort of thing to benefit newfags like you.

>>362891
Would eat the filly ice-cream

>>362891
Sweet.

>>362359
post the better one silly

>>362921
>hoof and stockings
This is getting kinky fast.

>>362921
SEX

>>362906
I know that filly.

>>362939
You better not snitch

Some Fresh Orange fillies

>>362983
Yes, orange is the best fillyu

>>363077
Where do you think you are?

>>362359
>>362368
What about redcoat fillies?

>>363140
I miss 8chan

>>363143
I miss /mlpol/.

>>363140
8anon here, happy you guys are still alive.

>>363146
Y-you too
>>363144
Me too... it's been getting slow here for a while now

>>363146
Hello.

>>363143
same
>>363151
Indeed, but it hasn't halted yet!

>>363143
F.
>>363146
>8anon here, happy you guys are still alive.
Nice to see some fellow red Anons.
I gaze upon those days of old that remain in my mind with the weight and glory of gold.
Of infinity and what could have been...

>>363339
>Of infinity and what could have been...
/pone/

>>363140
UNFFF
>>363143
Me Too
>>363146
Glad you're still around Red.

RIP /cow/

>>363416
Hehe, no cookie for Anon cuz wrapper in the way. ^^

>>363416
That's right filly, only hooves for ya.

>>363457
Or good. ^^ Get to feel nice and then ontop of that get to feel the joy of motherhood. Bretty good deal if u ask me.

>>363459
>ontop of that get to feel the joy of motherhood
Anonfilly is not pleased.

>>363460
* Filly is not for sexual

>>362809
So uh, update is I got banned from 4chan for a bit lmao, without going into too much detail resetting my router isn't an option where I am and mobilefagging is quite uncomfortable. I'll post this to the /mlp/ filly thread when the ban is up but until then, please don't forget to cast your votes if you haven't already!

>>363461
* Filly is for sexual

>>363462
>So uh, update is I got banned from 4chan for a bit lmao
Get better soon

Filly with frens.

>>363596
Me in the middle

>>363341
>RIP
It was warranted after what happened with julay. Kinda still sad about it if anything.

>>363654
I'm longing home.

we need more orange art

I'll see what I can do in the near future
but don't let that hinge on your own art making endeavors

>>363674
Supercute

>>363672
I could edit some existing greens if anybody wants to post some.

>>363672
>we need more orange art
Absolutely.
>>363733
Yes please do. Filly deserves it.

>>363733
>edit greens
I don't really follow. How do you do that?

>>363733
Or what does that entail, exactly?

>>363752
Introducing Orange Filly OC perhaps?

>>363723
I can related to the pov guy. Sooo precious...
>>363753
I see, aka historical revisionism!!! Orange fillies, have never achived anything. They only live on the achivements of green fillies.

>>363751
By putting them into a paint program and making them orange.

>>363764
>Orange fillies, have never achieved anything.
Orange fillies are the forgotten sisters, they only need their chance to show their mischievous character as well.

>>363462
Alright, I'm unbanned now, if anybody wants to get a few votes in before I post the vote link to /mlp/ tonight I'll probably do it in like 6 or so hours

>>363465
Oh, and thank you

>>363672
>we need more orange art
I found this.

>Be filly.
>You sit high up in a terrace and look down on a massive pool in the center of an arean.
>The straw becomes blue as you suck out the remainder of the blueberry milkshake in your hooves.
>A few mares appeared near the pool, pulling white and sea-green boxes out into the water.
>Your face twisted into a scowl as you thought back to your mother, Twilight and the her last words to you before you left home.
”I'm sorry, Anon, but we're unicorn. How can we possibly compete, just look that big earth pony booty aunt Pinkie has. Please, don't go. I just don't want you to get hurt.”
>You stick out your tongue and a crease appeares between your eyebrows.
>You are utterly disgusted by your mom's defaitist thoughts.
>She had bought, just like the rest of pony society, the myth of the ever petited unicorn.
>However, you will show 'em.
>Neigh!
>Equestria, that you're a unicorn but also endowed and growing.
>You will shatter the romantic and semi-religious view that unicorns have boring sexless and virtues lives.
>That you are all nuns and monks living up in your moutain cities using your intellect to solve problems and ponder philosophical questions.
>They would cease to look up upon you as innocent angelic creatures with an almost holy reverence, which they only sought out when need that convient boost in spirituality in life but also for cravings of the flesh.
>Neigh, after Anon's debute earth ponies would climb the mountain to Canterlot not just when they are old and seeking the truth of the world but when they are young to discuss twerking techniques with a sages there.
>Somecolt, in the audience, when she became a horse keijo star would bust a nut like they did to anyother horse keijo star.
>She had a phat azz and unicorns were, not just attractive, but down right hawt, stupid ziggers!
>As you got out of your own mind's angry virgin rant about the unfairness that interbreeding between the pony races only happeded between the pegasi and the earth ponies while unicorns were left alone, the pool had been filled with a matric of those white and green boxes.
>Lime green rubber poles connected them into a web that floated and coverd most of the pool.
>You looked at the 'Land' with determination.
>You would show them all.

>Be Pudding Wiggle.
>Your parents were awesome.
>Tho, at the time, they gave you your name because they named all their children things after baked goods, since they were both bakers.
>Now, however, it fit you sooo well.
>You were a cream-tan earth pony with a massive jelly-like plot.
>You were forced to be a virgin and a size-queen because most of the colt you tried being with had not gotten their pecker passed the flesh mounds that were your ass cheeks.
>They simply couldn't reach your pussy due to your giant ass; you were so hot that even your own ass gatekeeped and cockblocked guys from you.

So, I wrote this on whim.
I wrote about keijo anonfilly once before but didn't get far with it so maybe this time I will. We'll see.
But I thought I might as well post what I wrote here.

>>364291
Based bootygreen

Felt inspired to write green for some reason.
>Be filly
>Your posterior is planted firmly in the lap of another anon, whose lips are set in a slightly annoyed frown
>You feel another yank, his brush pulling your head to the side
"Jesus Christ, Uber!"
>"Calm down, this side's almost done. You shoulda picked this brush up yourself sometime. Now don't use the lord's name in vain, shithead."
>You open your mouth with the intent to tip your nonexistent fedora just to spite him, but another pull silences you
>With your smaller stature, you really can't fight him much; you couldn't weigh more than 30 pounds soaking wet even if your posterior is a fair bit thicker than most fillies'
>An idea reaches the forefront of your mind as you try and fail to suppress the little 'ack's and 'ooh's slipping through your teeth
>Why not throw the book at him?
>Literally?
>You already know where the little faggot puts it; right on the coffee table, full of annotations and with dozens of little colored tabs sticking out of its top end
>Your horn begins to glow as you try, try to imagine the mess of leather and paper hovering up and above /ub/'s head
>He doesn't say anything, probably not expecting much to come of this faint little glow in your horn given your inexperience
>Suddenly the book begins to lift up, by a corner, but before it can go anywhere, your attention is stolen by another yank from the brush
>As the book falls back onto the coffee table, he looks over to the source of the noise, quickly figuring out what you were about to do
>"Filly, were you seriously gonna use that on me?"
>You tense up, knowing /ub/'s punishments
"N...no, I was...hoping to read some scripture!"
>His frown turns to a scowl, and it's clear he saw right through your excuse
>"Oh really. In that case, after we finish here, I'll read. Genesis 19, to remind you what faggotry will get you."
>Ugh...

>>364309
Filly needs to learn ^^

>>364332
Thank you, Swedenon. I dunno why but I had this idea of /mlpol/ anons all being different board personalities, Murdoch Murdoch style. Like /ub/ is a Christian version of the Golden One, /vx/ is basically Enki from Fear and Hunger, /cyb/ is a zoomie server admin, /1ntr/ is a techboomer...just random thoughts though, in case anyone wants me to flesh it out or take the idea and run.

>>364333
Checked.

>>364333
>/sp/ is /b/'s older brother, much less horny and not a literal faggot but loves to raid and cause general havoc
>Played football in high school and never takes off his uniform despite being 34 years old
>Psychically linked with John Elway
>/a/ is obsessed with all manner of anime references to nazism
>May or may not have a Tanya body pillow, and will brush his obsessive interests in the anime off as wanting a daughter
>/go/ is a living golem, kept alive only by the strange vats that can be found in /cyb/'s basement
>If you near him and whisper 'Nigel' in his ear, he will arise and arm himself with the many laser and radio weapons that /cyb/ keeps around and seek out that British nigger
>/qa/ is a paranoid schizophrenic, if there's any manner of minute issue going on he'll be there to scream that "it's the end of the site as we know it".
>Has a large wojak repository, but will vehemently deny this
Oh yeah, and they all love ponies.

Reading filly.

>>364902
Good night filler, dream of lots of cute shit.

>>365147
She's adorable when jealous.

>Be me, Twilight Sparkle
>You've been forcing Spike to take care of the test subject Anonymous.
>Despite taking Princess Celestia's lessons on delegation to heart everything isn't quite working as intended.
>"-and she's been cumming on her wall multiple times everyday since she came here!"
"..."
>"I can't take it anymore! The whispers coming from it are too much."
>Anonymous looks up no longer so smug.
"Anon, what the fuck?"
>"Well you know the photos you took with me? They were so hot that I uh, well-"
>"It's brown and is trying claw its way into our home Anon!"
>"they got pretty soggy-"
>I'm too scared to go into the rooms below as it's constantly dropping and oozing through!"
>"like I said, one thing led to another and I'm in the pony book of world records."
"I'll regret this later, but I'm not dealing with this now."
"STARLIGHT GLIMMER!"
>She comes like a good servant.
>27 seconds is only bronze tier though.
"Go with Spike and that fag and remove that wall."
>The psychological conditioning wars against self preservation.
>Hmmm, calculating the locations, a janitors closet, empty, empty, Pony Pony room,.third day tea room, and Glimmer's- oh no.
>It's then you understand the extent of the horror.
>"I can't do that, I tried before when I tasted something at night and the only solution was me moving my room elsewhere in the castle."
>She's above the library.
>oh fuck what do?

>>365158
A Green!!!!!!!!!
This thread is recovering its power again.
Thank you so much poner.

>>365162
Now I'm imagining an Equestrian reality gauntlet embedded with the six elements of harmony gems.

>>365158
It's Purple's fault. She did it.

>Be filly
>Sitting in a tavern late at night
>You rest your head on the bar and watch the barmare wipe down the rest of the bar not occupied by your head
>You yawn and close your eyes and listen to the rain tapping at the window behind you
>It had been dead all evening and now it was closing time
>Sleepy filly time
>The bar mare chuckles and nuzzles the top of your head
>"Is some pony feeling a little sleepy?"
>You let out a little grunt
"Not sleepy. I'm a big mare I can stay up a little longer."
>With some effort you force your eyes to open once more and look up into the soft blue eyes of the bar mare looking down at you with a gentle smile
>"Well then miss big mare, you can take the trash out for me then since you still have some energy left."
>A blush forms on your cheeks but you nod and slink from the bar stool and trot around behind the bar where the mare had already gathered up all the trash from the day
>Slipping into a filly sized rain coat you begin to drag each bag to the back door and look out into the rain filled night
>While not fast the rain had been persistent. large puddles were forming all over the cobbled ally and a little stream of muddy sludge was beginning to flow down the middle
>Shaking the sleep from your body you drag each of the trash bags out to the dumpster, rain pattering off your rain coats hood and down your muzzle
>You lift the first bag up and standing on your hooves you heave it over the lip of the dumpster
>The normal sound of trash landing inside is replaced with an awkward yelp as something inside is hit with the bag
>surprised, you quickly push a nearby crate over and hop on top peering down into the murky rain and trash filled dumpster
>Looking back up at you is a very miserable and awfully dirty filly
>The rain has caused the gunk and grime clinging to her body to start to run down her coat
>Her mane was in another state all together. trash and mud had woven itself into her rather short cut mane to form a rats nest onherhead
[5:04 PM]
"H-hey what are you doing in there? Ma says no ones allowed to be stealing our trash. We don't give hoofouts."
>You try to sound tough and assertive but your voice quivers a little
>It seems to have had its intended effect though as the filly begins to shake, tears forming around her eyes and mixing with the falling rain
>"Please don't call the guards on me I will leave, I'm sorry i'm just so hungry please don;t yell i'll go."
>The filly begins to pull herself out from under the bag of trash you just dropped on top of her and tries to jump out but slips and smacks into the side of the inner wall of the dumpster
>She rolls onto her side, sniffling louder now and holding her muzzle she seems to be in a lot of pain
>This was starting to get really uncomfortable and you didn't know how to handle this, you wanted to deal with it like a grown up but seeing this messy filly starting to cry in a pile of trash was making everything really confusing
"I um... well hey now I won't call the guards or anything and I'm sorry for yelling at you."
>You raise a hoof to rub the back of your head hoping this situation will resolve itself if you just wait it out
>The filly continues to lay there, her body shaking as she sobs and whimpers the word ow over and over
>The rain picks up as you shuffle back and forth on your hooves, you really need to make a call here but whats the best thing to do
>"Nonny are you okay? I hope you arn't trying to make friends with the raccoons back there again, I don't want you getting bit. You remember how much it hurt right?"
>Crud, what would she say if she saw this filly and why couldn't you just hurry up and make a decision
>With out thinking you slip into the dumpster with the softly sobbing filly and try to get her to move her hooves off her muzzle
"Hey its okay, just let me look at it i'm sure its not that bad."
>The other filly shrinks back at your touch and whimpers
>Looking at her now she seems much younger than you, not that you were all that old to begin with
"Come on, just let me take a look at it. I promise I can make it all better."
>You try to give her a reassuring smile and stroke your hoof over her greasy mane the way your mother always would when you had a nightmare
>Her sobbing seems to calm slightly though she's still pretty tense, gingerly you place a hoof on hers and try to move it
>She gasps but relents and as her hoof moves away you see shes managed to smash her muzzle against the dumpster pretty good
>Blood is oozing from both nostrils helping to make this pathetic little filly look like a complete wreck
>"Fix it."
>She mumbles around bloody lips, once more she looks up at you with fear and pain shining through rather dull grey eyes
>Your heart clenches up, how could it not this tiny filly was suffering in the trash and now you said you could help
>What could you do, she might have broken her nose, how do you fix that
>Panic starts to rise up inside you and you feel like crying yourself
>Big fillies don't cry though, big fillies help others
>Swallowing hard you give the filly another pat
"It's not so bad it's just a little booboo. Now I need you to stand up okay? If you want help we have to get out of this dumpster."
>A flash, lightning fills the sky followed by a rumble of thunder
>The filly screams and curls up into a ball sobbing louder than before
>"Nonny is that you are you okay? I told you to leave those raccoons alone they don't want to play with you."
>You hear hoofs stepping out into the rain, your mother the bar mare calls out into the night
>"Nonny where are you honey, mama's here"
>Your pride sinks to the bottom of your stomach as you clamber back out of the dumpster
"I'm fine, but there is a filly in here with me shes kinda hurt and wont come out."

>>365255
That was a sad story.

>>364607
For any draw fillies that might be lurking, I'd like to request a drawing of Bob Ross(human or pony doesn't matter) teaching filly how to paint. I really like the idea but can't really draw it myself. As you can see, I'm limited in my in my capabilities.

>>365269
I found this.

>>365269
>teaching filly how to paint
Just paste the filly on the following pic.

>>365255
I'd quite like to see this continued if you're interested in doing so, hits the right spot.

Hey /mlpol/, it's your favorite or least favorite namefag Lone15 here. Sorry I haven't been doing much lately, a few years back I got sort of involved with a project from another thread that has since basically died out. I miss filly kinda dearly and want to get back to writing for you all after I finish up my summer class, and I'm thinking that I might continue Chilly Filly. It's been a long time since I've worked on it so I'll want to reread it before continuing, but of my works it feels like the most visceral and raw thing I've created and I want to finish it some day. I haven't written anything but short green in approaching a year now either, but I'd kinda like to gauge interest in it; would you want to see a continuation of it, or do you think it's best I move onto other projects where I can get a true fresh start as far as stories go?
>>362809
Also I haven't forgotten about this , it's also on the agenda but I got a bit caught up with a drinking problem and then my class started.

I know the site rules are against shilling, but check out this sweet mlpol flask I bought! Also Filly and Ary are there too, along with my newest gun.

>>365323
Ooo, what caliber?

>>365323
>Lone15 here
Glad to have you back.

>>365324
38 special, nothing massively impressive for a revolver but I've always really wanted to own a six shooter, I just think they're neat. Walked into a gun store a few months back, saw the relatively low price compared to the other handguns, and fell in love with the profile. I actually got to take her for a test run with a (relatively) local horsefucker, was cool. Kicks pretty hard and the snubnose makes it a bit hard to stay on target for a beginner handgun shooter, which I certainly am. Need to get more ammo and practice more.
>>365325
Thank you! :)

>>365326
I would feel pretty happy to be the owner of a detective special. Reliable, simple, small, and stops a man in one or two guaranteed. Happy to hear you got to do that. You were the horsefucker in the meetup thread, weren't you? Hehehe. Also I second the derp filly, welcome back. Almost thought you were ded after a while, myself.

>>365327
>Spoiler
I don't recall posting there, this was someone I met playing video games. Sorry to disappoint, but yeah it's a fun little gun to shoot, I just kinda suck so far with handguns because I've only shot rifles for the most part, kek
>Almost thought you were ded after a while, myself.
Not yet, hopefully not anytime soon. I think I said in this thread once or twice that if I end up dead it won't be my own doing, but something else that gets me. Handgun will hopefully lessen the chance of some of those things too, still need to get my CC though and finish school so I can daily carry it without committing a crime.

Bump.

>>365718
WTF
Leave Filly alone.

https://youtu.be/iT4LJAw2NeE
I'll get to work on the Chilly Filly continuation soon (hopefully), but this was what I was occupying myself with tonight. There's some context in the description of the video, hope you all enjoy it <3

>>366162
Saved.
You have a lot of cool videos. I'm going to give them a try later. Thanks.

>>366164
I'm glad you think so, although most of what I do is music uploads

>>366267
She's a Star.

>>366267
How the hell do you outgrow ice cream?

>>366271
You don't, you just pretend you don't like "childish" things anymore as part of growing up and trying to seem all "adulty".

>>363775
Just to make it clear. I was only kidding. I'm not that autistic... I think.
>>365271
>>365272
>>365273
Those r all pretty good.

G-good morning.

Read an anon story that has lightly brushed on certain tender spots in my soul. Thought I would do a green that focuses on those themes. Enjoy...or don't. Doesn't change my lot in life. Or yours.

>"You're doing great, Anon! You just have to ease up, hold that thought as gently as you can and relax."
>Of course you've been told this piece of advice enough times that hearing it only fills you with more intrusive thoughts.
>How long have you been shooting off fizzles and giving yourself days of headache?
>How much in damages have you made Twilight pay out all because one of your magical fits turned a glass window into liquified mercury or caused a nearby glass of chocolate milk to combust like a grenade?
>Do you even want to see her clinic bills??
"DAMMIT!"
>Your swear echoes through the Sparkle study's crystaline halls, as a column is utterly shattered by a blast of green.
>The shatterproof plate on the table remains, only levitated by a corner maybe an inch from the surface.
>Your horn aches again; your vision is dark and you are forced to blink through your scowl as tears quickly stream down your stupid fuzzy cheeks.
>You don't even register your tutor's plea of waiting over your stumbling hooves, the noisy little glue blocks a further reminder of how completely out of water you are.
>Where are you running? What do you think you're accomplishing?
>Everything you do is futile and reactive, so who cares if you add another stupid tantrum to the list?
>Yeah, fuck you, brain. Look how far you've got yourself.
>Suddenly a loud slam causes your vision to go black as you realize where your body was taking you: broom closet.
>The silence and dark is never relaxing, but a part of you feels at least...slightly comforted by uncaring voids.
>Seems to be a pattern as far back as your old media library.
>The ashen kilns of Lordran, the womanless Olathe, the dim red glow of red phosphor in the Refuge...
>You didn't belong in the city, you didn't belong in the farm, and you don't belong in ponyland, no matter how hard purplesmart tries to make you feel welcome.
>God, you miss having thumbs. Equestrian arcade games just don't scratch the itch.
>At least the closet's fully quiet now, that you're back to your default mood of silently unhappy.
>You clear your sinuses of tear-snot using a dry terry cloth from the rag supply, holding it in your hoof as you curl up on the floor with a spare mop head as your pillow.
>Eventually you hear the princess of friendship rattle the closet door, finding it locked.
>"Anon! Please come out. You're doing great, better than most fillies in your age range."
"Twilight. I'm 25."
>You can hear the venom in your voice and her wince when it gets into her bloodstream.
>"You know I don't mean it like that."
"You certainly act like you do."
>"I--" A long, long pause.
"Just...let me rot."
>"You wouldn't make very good fertilizer with all that salt in your system."
>Your eyes snap open. Was that...a burn? Is this bitch actually getting fresh right now?
>Is she trying to speak Anonese just for you? Or is she just annoyed?
>Is there a difference? That kind of attitude from a pony like her sounds...wrong.
>"Chin up, Anon. You're doing a good job."
>Right back to that voice.
>That patronizing voice.
>A growl involuntarily escapes your throat.
"A good job at WHAT? Not combusting every dairy product in this gaudy eyesore of a castle!?"
>You give her time to respond.
>She doesn't respond.
"Don't you get it!? My ancestors were out fucking bitches and spearing mammoths. Well? Where's my mammoth, Princess? Where the FUCK's wooly mammoth!?"
>You hear her sharply inhale as if she's about to correct you, and you cut her off.
"Stop. Just. This is about more than being a stupid horse kid. It's the patronizing, childish 'you can do it's, the pats on the back, the way you cut my food when I couldn't work the hoof magic bullshit. Why!?"
>"B...because, I was trying to be supportive."
"You're supporting me wrong. You're teaching a coyote how to sit and stay. It's not natural. I'M not natural. What the hell do you see in me? Aside from a goddamn experiment."
>"Same thing I saw before you were a filly. A sad and angry person, who had a lot of potential if they could get over that hurdle."
"Hurdle...shit's a wall. Just. Quit it. And quit trying to act like me to get on my good side too. I noticed that fertilizer joke. Only faggots can talk like faggots."
>"Anon...will you at least unlock this door? You know I could just teleport you out anyway."
>...
>Click.
>The book princess scoops you up and hugs you hard enough to cause a small crack to emit from your spine.
>You don't bother to hug back. You can tell this hurts her, but you are too swept up in your thoughts again to care.
>Much...
>Before you know it, she's sat you down in her kitchen as she whips up some feel-better pancakes for brunch
>You glance up and see what she's doing, and sigh in frustration.
"Twilight, no...just. Stop. I said I didn't wanna be patronized. I'll get over the headache by noon."
>"Sure, but I know you enjoy pancakes and--"
"And I'll make them if I want to make them. Stop."
>"Do you at least wan--"
"I want you to leave me alone. God, you act like an empty nesting spinster. If you want me feeling better, hit up Berry Punch for some vodka and cranberry juice, since I'm 'too young' to buy it myself."
>You glare at your reflective dining table, having a staring contest with yourself.
>She obediently sets the mixing bowl back down, flour half-mixed into batter, and silently walks out of the kitchen.
>You daren't look in her direction, and you have a feeling she is on the same page.
>After yet another failed staring contest, you look back up at the batter...and your stomach growls.
"Hmmh..."
>Maybe you'll give cooking a try again.

>>366389
<"Is this room occupied?"
>You spit out the whisk in your mouth.
"Not by any ponies."
>A certain elongated chimera implodes into being beside you.
>Reared up on your hind hooves, you're hugging the mixing bowl while you actually mix with your mouth.
>It's....less dignified than Twilight's method, but it's all you can manage.
<"Believe it or not I come bearing genuine advice."
"Nnn-hmmm..."
<"Really! I believe I have some leads for you."
>You just keep beating the batter.
<"You said it yourself, you're no more pony than you are human. You're anomalous, and so you're not getting very far being treated like any old unicorn."
>You raise your head, still biting on your whisk as you turn.
>Your eyes bore into his, as if telling him to get to the point or stop flapping his gums.
<"Impatient, eh? Suits a chaotic little imp like yourself."
>His paw reaches toward your snoot, and knowing his intentions, you drop the whisk on the counter and bite down.
>Hard.
<"Nngf--!! Ack, goodness. You really are a feisty bastard."
"The point. Now."
<"Fine. My point is, your mind is full of thoughts that most ponies can't even fathom, swirling around all at once. When you're sitting there trying to levitate plates and other such boring things, that chaos is too much. You have a natural tendency toward..."
>His eyebrows bounce up past his malformed head, comically separating from his forehead in the process.
"Discord. Yeah. Got it."
<"I don't think you got it, friend. Why worry about one day possibly telekinetically whisking your batter when you could sprout wings on the little thing and let it whisk for you?"
"I'm not gonna swear fealty to pony Tzeench just because I can't into magic. You can give it a rest."
>You grab a rag with a hoof, putting the whisk back in the bowl and cleaning up your mess.
<"I was just offering advice to my favorite fish out if water. Is that so wrong?"
"Quit...Socratizing me with your damn questions. I never had the head for all this bigger picture stuff."
>He smirks before busting out his singing voice.
<"But Tom, that's what I do..."
"You're not doing yourself any favors singing a song about a zombie."
<"Hmph, fine. Just thought I would offer a little mirth. You're in worse spirits than I thought. For what it's worth, Anon, I am sorry for your plight."
"Plight...such a dramatic word. What's it matter? I'm one guy, and neither here nor back home did my life matter enough to be worth words like plight."
<"Anon, I'm the god of chaos and even I think your sense of cosmic nihilism is a bit much."
"Bite my fuzzy filly ass."
>He actually looks a little exasperated as he sits on your counter, looking down at you.
<"Anonymous. I get it. I really do. When I was set in stone, I felt every second of that eternal boredom, regrets, anger. When I was put under Flutterbutter's care, I felt like a pet. But these ponies don't act patronizing on purpose. They genuinely have trouble even thinking such things as meaning and purpose until it's willed into their soul by a cutie mark or by their celestial god princesses. Why do you think those other fillies spent so long chasing after their cutie marks? Meaning just...leaps right out at them when they get it, and their lives are set right just like that."
"It's more than that."
<"Of course it is! Meaning isn't bestowed upon you by sunbutt or granted by whatever hoodoo goes into your cutie mark! You have to make it, or carve a path in spite of its lack. You feel a lack of agency because YOU aren't in charge. I think that a simple change in perspective is the best medicine. So take up the mantle of chaos or don't. It's not my choice to make. But ease up on taking yourself so seriously. You're only mortal."
"Huh..."
>It dawns on you that you've been rubbing at one square foot of the counter with your rag for a while...
"So...what now?"
<"Ha! A great question to ask the mirror! Why don't you start by making amends with twinkleflanks, making some pancakes, and perhaps thanking a certain butter colored guardian angel for directing me to check in on you."
"I....yeah, that probably would be a start. Thanks, man."
<"Just what friends do. If you ever need another feelings jam, howl at the moon or go to sleep in the middle of a summer afternoon. Or, come to the cottage."
>He disappears, leaving you to sit and ponder for a bit before you have to confront Twilight.

>>366389
>>366392
>green
>Enjoy...or don't.
I did. Thank you.
And like it or not, you little faggot, you need to Twilight for discipline and Trixie for cuddling.

>>366392
I think I'll continue this. Not much else going on in my life and I don't feel like socializing.

>Twilight was more forgiving than you feel you deserved.
>When she came in, you hadn't heated a frying pan yet, and so she offered to help you flip the hotcakes.
>Despite everything, you still had to swallow your pride to let her help.
>It's more than just feeling feeble and useless, but you can't think to put it into words. At least not articulately.
>The nagging thoughts are shut up temporarily as the two of you reap the fruits of your labor.
>She was even nice enough to pull out that vodka she brought home and mix it with some OJ for a screwdriver.
>God, though, your eyes still hurt a little. Having such long eyelashes makes the aftermath of every petulant cry session feel like ramming facefirst into a cactus.
>As you come down from the high of warmth that comes from the hot midday meal and gentle buzz of liquor, Pur....Twilight gives you a small pat on the back.
>"Did you want to do anything else today? I could help you find the Crusaders, or we could go to the market square. Not too much is on my agenda, for once."
"Ah...I think I'm gonna go for a walk on my own today. But thank you."
>"Of course! Do you need anything for the trip, or you just want to pack your own satchel?"
>"I'll be fine with some water."

>With that, the two of you clean up the mess, and you venture off.
>You have a pretty good idea where you want to go, and it's thankfully not very far from the castle.
>You don't even need to take a sip of water before you cross a small bridge, silently appreciating the sight of the animal nursery in all its rustic comfort.
>You smell tea from outside. Not cultured enough to guess by the scent but it seems sweet, not too bold.
>You knock, and before you even hear the mare inside respond, you see a pair of yellowed eyes appear right in the middle of the door, accented by white eyebrows.
>You hear his voice slightly muffled from the inside:
<"Ah, that was quick. I'll get the door for you, come right in."
>The door swings open, but he's not visible at the front door. You follow the scent toward the source, and you see the telltale swishing of a pink tail as the mare quietly hums to herself, dicing vegetables and preparing some salmon for her bear friend.
>All while Discord relaxes with some of that tea, naturally.
"Hey Ye--....F-Fluttershy."
>"Oh!" She turns around, cleaning off her dripping knife. "I heard Discord paid you a nice visit this morning. Did you want to follow up with him, or did you have something else on your mind?"
"I wanted to thank you. Whatever the motivation was, having him come by when he did helped a lot. And I wanted to pay you a visit instead of holing myself up in the crystal castle."
<"That's the spirit. I hope you flossed this morning though, because socializing with enough of these little ponies may risk a cavity or two."
>A little wink from the draconequus, and an encouraging smile from both hosts as Flutters gets to tossing all her ingredients into salads.
>You spot the devil-rabbit as he hops up and snags a small tomato from the bowl, seeming quite satisfied.
>"Do you like tea?"
"Oh, I'll be okay on the beverages front, had orange juice and now I got water, should keep me going till dinnertime. But thank you."
<"Am I wrong in assuming that orange juice had an extra kick added to it?"
>Your face warms up a bit at the acknowledgement, and your voice catches in your throat.
"J...just a little bit of liquid courage. Not a whole lot."
>Fluttershy seems unaware of what the two of you are referring to, but politely allows the embarrassment to subside for a moment before she speaks.
>"Whatever you need to get out there and meet some ponies is okay by me. If you ever need some...herbal remedies to relax, I do know somepony."
"Oh god, if I got hooked on the devil's lettuce too I'd probably be even more of a mess. But if if you know someone who sells tea, that'd be great. Twilight's coffee is a bit too much for me."
>"Actually, yes, Zecora has a lot of tea leaves."
"Zecora...oh, you mean the zeeb lady deeper in the woods. I guess I could pay her a visit sometime."
>"Look at you! Already full of ideas. All it took was a bit of time out of that stuffy castle and you're coming up with plans. I think you'll be making lots of friends in time, Anonymous."
>That condescending tone irks you, but you can't say no to the cute mare. You silently swallow a little more pride, trying not to notice Discord's silent chuckle at your expense.
"Ba....uh, small steps. I wanna find something I'm decent at first, instead of jumping into hijinks with the three little hellions."
>"Nothing wrong with being a utilitarian. Just remember not to strain yourself, okay? You are just--"
>She catches herself, clearing her throat.
>"I mean, your body..."
"I get it. I'm a kid."
>The mood pretty quickly dampens at that.
>"I'm sorry Anon. You know I don--"
"Don't mean it. I know. I know."
>God, not those big teal eyes...
"It's-- it's fine, seriously. I've heard it before."
>"Well...I'm still sorry."
"I should probably get going, not a lot of hours in the day. Thanks for the hospitality."
>Discord waves a white kerchief your way as though you were boarding a cruise ship, and with that you leave them to start feeding their animals.
>Despite her accommodating attitude and clearly accidental faux-pas, you still feel a little bit of resentment inside.
>If you weren't an alien or a filly, they wouldn't be tiptoeing around you and treating you like a charity case.
>You should have just practiced your hoofwriting and sent her a note. This whole trip was fubar.
>You bite your lower lip at these thoughts, shaking your head. Shut up, brain.

>>366425
>You soon find yourself trotting through the park, spotting a mare with minty looking hair and a green coat, strumming a lyre.
>She watches birds and ponies enjoying themselves in the cool shade of a thin cloud hung above, which you imagine to be a really nice accommodation for the parkgoers.
>The bench she's on has plenty of room on it, and the ground beside her seat has a nice big jar with a small chunk of bits in them.
>It's obvious this isn't her main job, or she'd be quite poor; either that, or it's not about the money to begin with.
"Howdy, can I sit here?"
>"Of course. Want me to play anything for you?"
"I....don't know any song names."
>"That's not a problem, hun. Do you have a mood in mind?"
"I dunno. Just do what you want, no biggie, you look happy doing that."
>She stops strumming, turning her full attention to you as you climb up and sit beside her.
>"Oh this? It's just a melody I play when I've got something on my mind and need to think on it."
"Yeah?"
>"Yeah, not too fast, not too complicated or jazzy, not really sad or happy. Just, uh..."
"White noise?"
>"Yeah. That seems like a good way of putting it. What's your name?"
"Anonymous. Most ponies call me Anon."
>"Lyra Heartstrings. Lyra's good to me as well. What brings you out here, Anon?"
"I dunno. Just needed to get out."
>"Sounds like more than that, hon. Need an ear?"
"No, no, really, it's fine."
>She raises an eyebrow, not buying it, but she drops it.
>"So you said you don't know any song names. Got any melodies you can hum? Might recognize them."
"Uhhh...if you recognize them, that'd be a miracle."
>"Hipster?"
"What-- no, shut up...I just come from...another place."
>"You don't sound it. No thick accents. Plus, I get around."
>You can't help but let out a small groan.
"I can whistle out some melodies, but seriously you won't recognize them."
>"You're on shortie."
>You give your best approximation of a familiar song, gently rapping your hoof on the wooden bench to keep rhythm as you whistle the basic melody of the song.
>After about 40 seconds of whistling, you look to her, and she mirrors it back with surprising precision.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VHvutlgf80
>When she repeats it again, you feel a strange sort of comfort. The song certainly couldn't be explained with whistling on its own, so you couldn't get her to follow along if she tried, but the fact you got to remember a song like that is nice.
>If there's one thing you can say you were good at growing up, it's absorbing media and remembering even the smallest details.
>"You know, Anon, that's a really interesting song. Awfully short, but repeating it is relaxing in its own way. What's it called?"
"Lateralus. The song has more, but....it's a complicated song. Plays with rhythms and stuff, really isn't something I could convey with my hooves and a whistle."
>"A lot of layers, eh? Could scrounge up a band with a cellist I know providing backing, one day. She's a bit too upper crust to play on a park bench in a podunk town like this though."
"Hey, don't diss the country. The city's not all it's cracked up to be either."
>"You have experience with the city?"
"A whole lifetime of it, actually."
>"But you couldn't be older than eight."
"It's really complicated. You'd be better off asking Twilight Sparkle the mechanics of it all. I used to be a human, and you might have met me when I first arrived, but I guess this world doesn't like humans. Maybe because we're not really...magicky."
>"Not magicky?"
"Yeah, like...home's not a lot like this place. But, this is my lot in life now."
>"Actually...I think I've seen some stuff about humans before. Big tall fellas, got hands like minotaurs, not a lot of hair, right?"
"Yeah. But it's not like....the humans Twilight knows about. Most of us didn't have multicolored skin, it was usually somewhere between peachy and a really dark brown, and our hair was black, brown, red, or a sandy blonde color."
>"Fascinating! And how was life for you back there?"
"Like I said...not a fan of cities. Really didn't have anything worth a damn to give back to society though, spent most of my time playing games, avoiding the mirror, and hiding from the sun."
>"Well, the sun won't hurt you here, Anon. Maybe this is like a new start, yeah? You could pick up an instrument, share music with ponies. If you could put pen to paper on this stuff, you could be pretty popular as a composer or join the choir."
"God, in front of all those ponies? I'd be a mess on stage. I saved that kind of activity for karaoke night at the bar..."
>"Oh, so you like to sing, huh? Surprised I didn't see you busting out the singing voice during Winter Wrap-Up, hehe. A little egg-nog is all I need to enjoy myself during those festivities. Can't say whether it improves my singing, but Bonnie seems to like it."
>Shoulda known she liked girls.
>"Anyways. Nice chatting!"
"Oh, yeah. Same to you."
>She gazes out to the park, and it seems to be getting close to sunset.
>The ponies are dispersing, and the birds are returning to their nests as the sparse clouds turn a pleasant pink.
>"Before you go, do you have any songs you wanna sing? You can hum or whistle the first part, catch your breath and I can play for you."
>You think for a while, taking a sip of your water. You do actually feel like singing, even if your squeaky filly voice is a little distracting...perhaps a song that's not too dependent on vocal range?
>As she plays, you aid in keeping rhythm with your hoof again.
>It takes a little while to get up the courage or recklessness to start singing:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDdiyDTTZn4

If my prayer goes unanswered, that's alright
If my path fills with darkness and there's no sign of light
Let me praise you for the good times, let me hold your banner high
Until the hills are flattened and the rivers all run dry

And I won't get better
But someday I'll be free
'Cause I am not this body
That imprisons me