/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

>>109849
First for filly.

>>109853
Second for Orange.

third for nothing!

>>109868
Tasty

>>109868
>>109871
Tide pods make you see through time.

>>109872
Ponuts tide pods
http://nbc4i.com/2018/01/18/donut-shops-sells-edible-tide-pods/

>>109874
What if someone made candy that looked exactly like Tide Pods? I bet they would be a millionaire.

>>109871
Wait, I'm not supposed to put the tiny pony in my mouth?

>>109883
do it if you want, but you've been warned. She said she'd kill you, and I imagine that pretty much any weapon is much more efficient when used against the inside of a person's mouth.

>>109883
Not without her consent

>Be Anonfilly, the next morning, sitting at the breakfast table
>The Crystal Meth Castle had like four tables dedicated to eating
>Anyway, you had just finished up a hearty, healthy breakfast of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs™
>And, lo and behold, Twilight came out of the stairwell to the basement
>You personally knew there was a prison cell down there
"Hey Pur- Twilight", you put on your prettiest smile, "Can I go to Button's house?"
>He was a pretty cool colt, plus he had some vidya
>"Mmmm…" you could see her mulling it over, "Nope. You and I are having fun today"
>Fuck.
>Somehow you knew it wouldn't be 'fun' for you

>Be Anon
>You sat in a clean, well-furnished bookstore smack dab in the middle of Canterlot's famous Prominẽ Boulevard, the shop probably older than most governments
>It was surprisingly modern on the inside; clean tables, new carpet and of course, shelves of books on the walls that reminded you a bit too much of home.
>Smelled like coffee, of course
>The chair you sat in was comfy, the cushions covered with some kind of denim padding; alongside it sat shopping bags full of leg-high stockings, bedsheets, and fancy chocolates (the only store you'd enjoyed visiting.)
>Your tum-tum was still full of free samples
>The table in front of you was littered with dozens of books you'd shot down
>"Origins of Equiish Linguistics", its cover without image or illustration; "Rock On!", featuring a bored-looking earth pony on the cover -presumably the author-; and "Achievements and Inventions of Zebras" (an incredibly small tome)
>Jesus purple, find something I would like
>"Are you SURE you don't want any nonfiction??" she yelled from behind a bookcase.
"Yes, Twilight! I already hate this life enough."
>She peers out from behind a bookshelf, giving you an icy stare and speaking in a harsh whisper
>"Anon! Don't say things like that!"
>You grumble noncommittaly
>You weren't a suicidefag anyway
>"How about this one?" Twilight asked, floating over a small, pink book from the 'Self-Help' section
>You grabbed it in your hooves and looked down
>"How to Make Friends." with a smiling colt and filly standing next to each other, obviously friends and/or fuckbuddies
"…I don't need this." you said, throwing the book gently down at your (metaphorical) feet
>"Well, I just thought that maybe you'd like to brush up and learn some pony mannerisms, and try to expand your horizons a bit."
"But I've already got two friends."
>"But wouldn't you like MORE?" she asked with a smile
"Not really."
>She turned down to look at a low shelf, hiding her disappointment
>Although… more friends meant more time outside the Castle
>You paused
"Well…"
>Her face looked up back at you
"Will you buy their birthday presents?"
>"Sure!" she brightened noticeably
"Done."
>The two of you shook hooves, and in but a moment you were standing out on the sidewalk, another bag added to the floating mass

>>109886
>"Okay Anon, let's get something to eat. Since you were such a good filly, you can choose." a tired Twilight said, glancing down the street to find a crosswalk
>Hmm….
>What to eat?
>Pizza sounded pretty good. What about-
"Let's go to Buck. E. Cheese!" you exclaimed, tugging at her foreleg
>Her face dropped like a rock
>"Oh, you don't want to eat in that stinky old place. There's a nice burrito resturaunt a couple of blocks down, I can-"
"I WANT BUCK E. CHEESE!"
>"Anon, please, let's eat somewhere nice just this once-"
"I WANT BUCK E. CHEESE! REEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
>Twilight scowled down at you
>"Anon, that's not how you get something you want."
>You decided to change tack; if she didn't give up in the first few seconds, it usually didn't work
>You dropped to your knees(?), holding your forehooves up in a praying-like fashion
>"P-please mommy? I was a good filly, and good fillies need to be rewarded." you stuttered out, hiding an subtle threat
>She thought it over, undoubtedly playing some 9k chess analyzing motivation, impact, bargaining tools, weather patterns…
>She turned her head down and shook her head
>"I'm gonna regret this…"
>That sounded good
>"We can go IF you clean your room when we get home."
"Deal!" you answered before she could change her mind
>Dumb bitch, you could just shove it all under your bed.

>>109871
I want to put that mare in my mouth.

>>109888
>Be Princess Twilight Sparkle, Guardian of Harmony, Princess of Friendship, savior to the world a dozen times over, magical scholar beyond pony comprehension, a literal demigoddess
>You sat in a dirty booth in a shit-tier resturaunt, watching Anon jam bits into an arcade machine that had been there since before she was- well, before when she would have been born, at least
>All while waiting for a greasy, undercooked pizza coated with foul cheese
>Well, at least you had your book
>You'd barely had two minutes of reading when you felt a familiar tugging
"…Yes, Anon?" you asked, repositioning the book so you could look down at her
>"I need more bits, please." she asked, actually using please for once
"I just gave you ten bits five minutes ago!"
>"Well, I really, really want that miniature pool set." she pointed towards the prize counter in its plasticy glory, a 4000-ticket box featuring a cheap-looking toy billiard table on the cover; it was probably 18 inches by 12 inches, and 4 in height. It seemed to stand on six legs which also served as the holes for the marble-sizes balls
"I could just BUY you one of those at home for a tenth of the cost of winning it."
>"Pfft, account buying is for scrubs."
>…
>"So I rushed and used almost every machine and did a little math." You saw a little pad of paper and pencil hiding in her hoof, "Now I've calculated the cost vs. return ratios, and that machine", she pointed a hoof towards some contraption with a hemisphere top and moving lights, "will pay out the most bits."
"Let me see that."
>She handed over the paper, and you read it over, expecting a bunch of guesswork
>She had graphs calculating payouts based on likelihood, multiplying ticket value by probability, tables comparing machines, even graphs on long-term results based on probability distribution, even trigonometry used for some machines that used spinning (that's a good trick, BTW)
>At the bottom of the paper was a scratched-out section trying to calculate force needed to get a skee-ball in the central hole, but had been abandoned as no exact, reliable value for friction could be determined and angle was impossible to find without knowing the function of the alley or climbing on top of the machine and drawing a Riemann graph
>Huh, you'd forgotten how advanced her knowledge in math was
"…Well, since you worked so hard on this, I guess you deserve a few more bits" you answered, Anon's eyes lighting up at the prospect. You fished some currency out of your purse and slid them onto the table.
"But the pizza will be here soon, and I don't want you becoming a slot junkie."
>She had raced off as soon as you'd finished, grabbing the money in one swift motion and going straight for said machine

>>109892
If I can't put her in my mouth, can she put me in her mouth?

I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.

Continuing from what I've written yesterday, I tried to fix what was mentioned as much as I could into this. Criticism is still welcomed.

>as it turns out Spike didn’t fuck it up
>it would be pretty hard to fuck up peanut butter and jelly, after all
>all he had to do was put it on the plate
>you take your place in front of your sandwich and dig in
>Spike takes notice of your presence almost immediately
>"Hey Twilight, I picked up what you wanted. Now do I get to meet the new filly?"
>"Sure, I don’t think she’d mind."
>Twilight shouldn’t assume
>however, you don’t say anything because your mouth is full
>Spike immediately goes over next to you, extending his right hand
>”Hi, my name’s Spike. I’m Twilight’s assistant. What’s your name?”
>not wanting to seem like a complete dick, you swallow and accept the hand (or is it hoof now?) shake.
“Anonymous.”
>”Nice to meet you, Anonymous!”
“Y-you too”
>at least it actually fit there
>but now Spike might expect something competent out of you
>you manage to resist the pull of the spaghetti
>for now
>you eat more of the sandwich
>”So… What do you do for fun?”
>did he not just see me take a bite
>finish chewing sandwich
“Nothing that I can do now.”
>”Well, do you want to go hang out with me?”
>not really
>he’s looking at you expectantly
>seems a bit desperate, actually
>before you can answer, Twilight chimes in
>”I think it would be a great idea. Spike, why don’t you show Anonymous around Ponyville, too?”
>Ineveraskedforthis.mp4
>”Alright, I’ll meet you out front when you’re done!”
>Spike leaves, looking quite excited to have a new “friend”
>you look at Twilight with an expression somewhere between annoyance and confusion
>”What? It’s not a bad idea for you to get to know the area. You’ll never know when that information could come in handy.”
>huh, so ponies use that phrase too
>”When you finish your sandwich, I’ll show you where the front door is.”
>you finish the sandwich a few bites later, and Twilight shows you the door
>”Be back before dark, you two. I don’t want you to get lost.”
>it's noon
>how big is this town for her to be worried about curfews
>”Don’t worry, I won’t lose sight of her.”
>you’d put money on the opposite
>well, if you had money
>”Don’t forget to show Anonymous where the school is, she’ll need to know for tomorrow.”
>school?
>aren’t you past that?
“Why do I need to know where the school is?”
>”Wouldn’t it look odd for a filly to be running around when every other one’s at school?”
>she’s got you there
>guess you’re going to school tomorrow
>”Alright Anonymous, follow me!”
>Twilight waves goodbye as Spike leads you into town
>you two pass all the major points you’d expect
>Sugarcube Corner is over there
>Carousel Boutique is down the street
>Town Hall’s that way
>blah blah blah
>you don’t really pay attention
>you know where this stuff is
>no you don’t
>oh well, too late
>you snap yourself back to the outside world after this realization
>"…And this is the school, it's run by Ms. Cheerilee. She's nice from what I've heard, so I think you'll have fun there."
>Cheerilee
>she's a substantial part of your porn folder
>well, she was
>you miss your computer already
>guess you'll get to see whether you're a faggot in mind or body now
>that'll be fun
>wait, Spike's still talking
>"That's about all I have to say on this, so I think it's about time to head back."
"Alright, lead the way."
>"Actually, I want YOU to lead the way to prove you've been paying attention."

>>109900

>shit
>shit
>SHIT
>he's calling your bluff
>to make it worse, you can't see the castle from here
>why are these buildings this tall
>youdungoofed.jpg
>time to try and then fail miserably
"A-alright, let's go."
>choose a random direction
>look back at Spike to gauge his reaction
>he's not giving any clues to if you're right or not
>this is gonna be hard
>rolling for bluff check
>critfail
>you two end up wandering around for a couple of hours
>Spike is not helping at all
>you pass a few landmarks he showed you, but you don't remember anything about how to get back
>eventually you manage to see the castle around a couple smaller buildings
>immediately regain your sense of direction
>you're back at the castle in about 20 minutes after that
>and only three close calls with a mental breakdown
>only a few minutes before sundown too
>success
>standing in the looming shadow of the crystal tree-thing purple calls a castle, Spike finally drops the poker face for one of frustration and disappointment
>"You weren't listening at all, were you?"
>since he already knows the what, he might as well know the why
"I wouldn't expect you to be able to concentrate well if I put you where I came from for the forseeable future, so lay off."
>Spike loses the expression for a few seconds as he replies in a way you didn't expect
>"Yeah, Manehattan would be a pretty big and confusing place for a filly to live in."
>Manehattan
>Twilight must have come up with a backstory for you already
>less work for you
>should probably ask her about it though, so you don't fuck it up
>also about a charger
>can't forget the charger
>you need your phone for… reasons
>but back to more pressing matters
>you might need a map of town
"Hey, I've got an idea. I'll tell Twilight that you did a good job of leading me through town and telling me everything important, and you get me a map to cover this all up."
>he's buying it
>wait
>wait no
>he's not buying it
>"Why not just ask for a map yourself? If it's going to be a problem, then why not admit it?"
>that spaghetti's pulling harder than before now
>but not today
>you're smart
>you know how much Spike lives to please
>you can win this
"If I ask for a map, then that'll tell Twilight that you didn't do a good job telling me anything. Do you really want to deal with an angry Twilight?"
>he looks like he's reconsidered
>took him all of a half-second
>"Alright, I'll get you a map. I'm not losing my ice cream stash again."
>an ice cream stash?
>you might have to look for that
>Spike goes and opens the front door, yelling to Twilight that you're both back
>you go inside just as the sun disappears below the horizon

>>109901
I think i speak for the entire thread when i say i demand MOAR

>>109890

>how advanced her knowledge in math is
Twilight is super bad at math.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqhSaxKS9OQ

Dumb bitch. Square root of 546 is irrational. No amount of digits you spit out will be sufficient to provide a correct answer. She should have provided a Taylor Series.

>>109918
Why so salty?

Anon Filly CYOA Recap time!

Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G

>You are Anon, a 27 year old man who one day woke up in Canterlot 10 years before the return of Luna
>Also, you're a filly now!
>You live with Twilight and family while Celestia tries to find you a more permanent living arrangement
>But there's a few complications about this all
>Twilight is also a former human like yourself
>What's more, at least three other humans have come to Equestria in a similar manner, including Lyra (who used to be a Seattle busker), Blossomforth (who used to be a 12 year old, and is now living in Ponyville), and Fizzlepop Berrytwist (who was dropped out of a weather balloon by Twilight for being a communist)
>You've recently ran away from home with Twilight to Canterlot Castle after finding out Mama Velvet was a changeling
>Since then, she's been arrested and taken into captivity, where you mocked her and got into a spitting war before eventually having to see a nurse because changeling spit turns out to be corrosive and containing a cocktail of funky drugs
>You're all good now though, just missing a patch of fur
>Right now, you are having tea with Celestia, Twilight, Cadance, and Shining Armor
>You were recently asked to recount the story of how you got into a spitting contest with a changeling, and how you got your cutie mark thereafter, which is a question mark.

>>109923
Maybe the cutie mark trigger was when you prophesied the doom of changelings. Your talent is that you basically know the future thanks to the show.

Obviously you can't tell everyone exactly that. Just say you have future sight or something. [ 1d100 = 84 ]

>>109925
This

>>109925
I thought it was from us being an interrogator.
>tfw filly will never waterboard the enemies of Equestria

>>109949
To be fair I don't know if it's been specifically confirmed, that is my guess on what it could be.

>Porn thread on /mlp/ has stayed up for over 6 hours
>If it was Anonfilly, it would've been deleted in minutes
I am mad.

>>109956
http://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/31776301
What a fucking joke. The only rules enforced it seems on 4chan is GR1, GR15, and Rule 0.

>>109959
It's been over an hour, the thread is still up, and now there are diperfags posting their shit.

>>109970
Can this thread really claim to be any better? Anonbabby was a mistake.

>>109971
You shut your whore mouth. Babby a cute.

>>109970
Is there still someone capping everything retarded the mod there is doing? Would love to see someone post all of it one day just to see how the mod would react.

>>109918
>Implying that an approximation with more decimal numbers isnt better and closer to the real raw number
>Implying she should ve made a whole function on the spot just to be 100% precise
If she had said a single digit off the result then it d be wrong, but tell me, do you write PI with a Taylor series? That s what i thought

>Ib4 i dont need to write it with a Taylor series, i can just use the PI symbol
But what if you had to put it into computing? Would you waste resources just to get 100% accuracy or get like 5 decimals in and call it a day?

>Neither because there are functions that already calculate PI that can be used for the calculus
Do THEY use Taylor Series or just a final variable with a rational number approximation to the irrational value?

>>110022

I write PI as π, not as 3.1415926535… If I need to write a computer program with it, I'll use an approximation. That said, with IEEE 754, irrational numbers are about as close to their actual value as rational numbers that don't involve powers of 2. Oh, you want 0.1 + 0.2? It's actually 0.30000…004 because we use base 2 for everything.

That all said, the point I'm trying to make is this: if you want to show off how smart you are at math, you do a hell of a lot better providing accurate answers than approximate ones.

>>110023
Well the point I was trying to make is that she was making the calculus on the fly, pretty sure she didnt just recorded that random value just to show off, its much easier and faster to make an aproximation of a number than make a function to get its exact value instead
And yea no doubt she d showoff as a smartass if she did make the function on the fly, but calculating the approximation of a irrational number by mind is still impressive

Also I used a computing example to try and make you think about NOT using the symbol irl(">Ib4 i dont need to write it with a Taylor series, i can just use the PI symbol"), which you did anyway, I even went one step further with pre-made functions to try and show exactly what i meant
But i suppose, now re-reading it, that it could ve been interpreted as "What if you did into a computer" which wasnt what i meant at first
Maybe i should ve taken another irrational number instead of being lazy, getting a known one with a mathematical symbol and trying to make a point with a computing example

>>110027

Every irrational number worth taking about has an easily written mathematical symbol, even if that symbol is just √2 or e.

To be fair if anyone is doing some 'back of a fag packet' maths like filly would have I'd be surprised if they approximated beyond 3 significant figures. Not worth the effort when trying to get a rough idea of values.

>>110035
That is true, or else it d only add unnecessary complexity to a function or compromise its accuracy with final values
Still √546 surely isnt one of them, and just like √2 Twilight would still need to say an approximation of the value to answer that

>>110038

Yeah, but if I went to up any math professor and said that √2 is 1.414… they'd politely tell me that no, it isn't really what my calculator says it is.

Point is this: you are thinking "what is the practical answer to the problem that is useful in the real world." I am thinking more in context. What is an answer I would provide on a test to show my knowledge of the subject? Answer would clearly not be something I can pull off of a calculator, because it's an approximation.

I want to be in the little filly.

>>110044
This is neither the time nor place for your vore fetish.

>>110046

I think he just wants to put his dick in her. Who doesn't?

>>110047
>be the filly
>look in the mirror, wiggle your flanks
"man, i'd love to put my dick in that."
>pause
>look down at yourself
>cry uncontrollably until you pass out from exhaustion

>>110042
Well yea, √2 isnt 1.414… because its an approximation, math teachers always love geting exact answers that can be run back and forth and also be proven
Close enough is also indeed not correct on that scenario, but then √546 would be final answer by itself, what would be the point of trying to solve it? To show she s a smartass which is tecnically what she was doing
Now the teacher saying that she was correct is another history and not really related to Twilight being bad at math as you ve posted initially

>>110049
>Tfw i laughed at the image before imagining myself on her place
Despair, but also despair

>>110049
Foolish anon. Being sad just makes me want to coddle her like cute little filly she is even more. It's a merciless cycle.

>>110042
By the way, 0.999…= 1?
Personally i dont like to think so, no matter how much proof people on /sci/ try and shoot, but what would you say about that one?

Personally im stuck on the 0.00…01 fallacy, which just like the 1.4141.. here >>110050 means that there will always be a last digit afterwards that wont allow for such precise value to be defined, being always an approximation and not an exact value

Ps.: sorry for bringing my autism into the thread yall, this math argument sure has gone for long enough

>>110055
>0.999… = 1
I love pissing people off with this one.

>>110055

It converges to 1. Some might say that means it equals 1.

>>110059
What the fuck are you doing, zigger? This isn't an image dump. You just axed 4 more pictures that people can respond with.

I should also apologize for the math autism + name fagging. I'll get back to research… Or just put it off because I have not much better to do than read paper after paper until my adviser gets back.

had another filly dream last night
i was in some kind of sandbox game where you could meet other fillies and shit, but i was down in the sewers looking for things to kill because i didn't want to talk to and meet anybody. i found a headcrab and a zombie, killed them with a beretta that i watched for a moment, because i didn't know how it'd be held with hooves

went into a pipe and ended up in a theater with no exits, and three projector rooms on the walls. for some reason i knew that i was looking for something now, and twilight was now there with me, glancing around as we climbed to the top of the rows.
i asked, "can't we just go into one of those projector rooms up there?"
and immediately as i did, the lights went out and she quickly hugged me. she whispered in my right ear, "don't say anything, they can hear you."
i didn't become lucid, but i remember feeling so surprised how fucking real it felt for a dream, from the hug to the whisper. she was actually warm, i could feel her hooves wrapped around my back, and just her whole presence easily being bigger than me. the sudden darkness didn't scare me as i was with her, and on top of the shock, her hushed tone kept me quiet. i hugged her a little tighter, then the lights came on again, and three fucking things, like a mix between mutated mole rats and lurkers from metro: last light, dropped from the ceiling in front of the first row down below
one of the projector rooms, instead of being a small glass window, was now a sliding door, and was open nearby, so twi grabbed me and flew into it, and one of the things jumped in and smashed into the monitors and computers that were there. i tossed the bitch out, slammed the door, and on one of the monitors saw the rest of the elements and glimmy, hopping onto an escape boat and leaving. somehow i knew they were the enemy, but i didn't know why. after that, i just stared to make sure the door was going to stay shut, while twilight was sitting on my left, panting

easily weirder than the last one i had, but that hug from twilight was something else. i tried to go back to sleep thinking about it, so i could experience it again, but didn't end up knocking out again until 5 hours later.

>>110065
What the fuck are you taking before going to bed?

>>110065
The fuck is wrong with you, anon?

>>110064
Just noticed scoots isn't wearing goggles. Does she want to become more disabled?

>>110070
Nah, she just puts on her safety squints.

>>110070
Someone forgot lab safety

The 4cc roster drama has been archived at 2,136 posts across 3 threads
pic related is a word cloud of the last thread that was posted near the end of that thread

You lean in to whisper back in Twilight's ear.

"Dropped out. Magna cum… whatever the Latin word for shame is."

She giggles a little to herself.

>"Well maybe it's a good thing you came here. You get a second chance at life instead of being… what was it you said you were, a Value Village stock boy?"

Smug cunt. She had a point though. If you didn't find a way back home, you effectively had a fresh start here, with all the wisdom you had gained from your previous life. Not that you'd want to stay… okay, maybe that cute nurse Aryanne is reason enough to consider it.

Your attention is snapped back to reality as you hear Celestia's voice. You had been staring into your cup of tea while you were having your internal monologue.

<<"Care to tell us about how you got that cutie mark and erm… the missing fur?"

"Oh, right… Went downstairs to talk to the changeling. Ended up getting into a spit fight with the nasty bugger. Had to resist her trying to come onto me because she was all, 'You should come over here, and be with a real mare!' and I was all, 'You ain't no mare!' Then I broke free of her control and told her that her species was going to turn into a bunch of cute gay neon-colored bug ponies that are less powerful than the ponies they're preying off of. Somehow I got my cutie mark after that. Don't know what it's for, but maybe I can see the future or something? That'd be pretty cool. Anon the Oracle."

Celestia laughs a little. Damn she's cute when she does that.

<<"Sounds like quite the adventure. Alright, tell me Ms. Oracle. What do you think will be the changelings' next move?"

Rolled 61
>>110098
Crashing this country, with no survivors
Also tell Celly the one that's coming a big mare

>>110100

So… tell her about the invasion of Chrysalis?

Rolled 77
Only if she inquires for more after the CIA meem, leave it open for interpretation
I guess Twiggles may know what we re talking about since she s also human and may know of the show

>>110101
But in a wink wink, nudge nudge kind of way. So that you're not technically telling her about future events. [ 1d100 = 65 ]

>>110097
Okay. Now let it rest.

>>110098
>>110102
This. Don't give any specifics. [ 1d100 = 20 ]

>>110107
I will
I just wanted to mention how many posts the whole debacle resulted in and I figured I'd post the word cloud as well because reasons
>>110097
>faggots sometimes literally happened

Rolled 67
>>110098

Tell her some details, but exaggerate everything so that it sounds like an extremely bloody and destructive event.

Examples:
"Their might will topple whole building within seconds, crushing everyone inside."
"They'll be able to eviscerate half of the population before enough ponies to realize what's going on and stir up mass panic."
"(To Celestia specifically) They're going to incinerate your head and knock the body all the way to the other side of the planet with a single blast!"

>>110068
soda and filly
>>110069
i-i don’t know, anon
usually my dreams are zombies or the end of the world, so im glad pones are being thrown into the mix more often. actually had another filly dream with twi the day before, but i forgot it
>>110079
here’s hoping you do, that hug was easily one of the most memorable dream experiences i’ve ever had

>>110079
>ywn be a superautist filly
>ywn consistently demand to be touched by mama Twi
>Sitting in her lap, riding on her back on long walks, hoofholding at the minimum
>ywn reee at random noises and sights such as the word "snack" or the clatter of silverware
>ywn freak out when innocuous routines are disrupted
>ywn wear the same ribbon every day and reject any others
Why live?

>>109916
then MOAR you shall have, once I'm satisfied with what I've worked on today.

i want to boop and cuddle the filly until she can't think straight

>>110194
Twilight, you sick fuck! This thread is for fillies only, gtfo.

>>110198
Twilight can boop the filly as much as she damn well pleases.

>>110200
Not if the filly masturboops first

>>110198
well the joke is on you anon, because i AM a filly

DID SOMEONE SAY MATH??

>>110210
I want to ponify it but I have to sleep
Fug

Who said I don't want to make filly feel good is a faggot. Of course, I want filly to feel good.

I just want someone to abuse me as filly to the point of severe clinical depression and suicide.

>>110214
sleep is for the weak fillies
are YOU a weak filly?
>>110215
wow
just for that you faggot, if you're my filly i'll never leave your side, hug and give you every waking minute of my loving attention until you don't know what to do with yourself but smile

>>110213
LMAO she fell for the math major meme

>>110216
Listen here you little shit…

"Their next action? Hrm… how about crashing this country, with no survivors."

Twilight almost bursts out laughing. Is she a fan of Bane jokes?

<<"And what is that supposed to mean, exactly?"

"It means they're going to show up to an event uninvited and cause a lot of havoc. I'm not so sure beyond that."

<<"Hrm… seems to me I might consider some additional security at the next Grand Galloping Gala."

Cadance slams her hooves on the table and stands up

<"Wait, seriously? I was planning on taking Shiny!"

Unflinching, Celestia takes another sip of her tea before providing her response.

<<"Actually, I was considering having you and Twilight's family move to Ponyville for a while to lay low. Seeing how you all have a giant target on your backs now."

"Uhh… princess, does that include me?"

<<"Mmhmm."

>>110221
Express your immense happiness at this revelation
[ 1d100 = 30 ]

>>110220
i'm listening, are you?
nigga, i will fucking hug you tight every night so that you never feel alone, encourage you in every pursuit you wish to follow, always lend an ear and a kind word your way, do my absolute best to make you feel comfortable and happy, then just when you think i'm fucking done with you, i'll always make sure to remind you that you're loved and cherished

>>110229
try it nigga, you couldn't stop me with hooves

>>110225
You sound like you'd be an awesome dadfu. But who's gonna be the momfu?

>>110244
obligatory

>>110221
Ask incessant questions a little filly would, like what house you'll get to live in, whether you'll room with Twilight and Cadance, what places there are to explore, whether there's an always-open theme-park…

…Wait, that sounds more like questions a little colt would say.
[ 1d100 = 49 ]

>>109901
Is this also a CYOA? If so, warn them about the consequences of messing with the human world, with a few colorful exaggerations. Intelligence agencies that record every detail of everyone, armies of millions capable of conquering an entire land within hours with giant death machines, weapons that can annihilate entire cities, beings from the stars with even more advanced technologies that secretly study you and are secretly studied, terrible diseases and creatures, natural and unnatural, too horrible to name. Go all John the Evangelist on her, if only to keep her away from a "d'awww, little filly" mindset and/or prevent a "Biblical Monsters" event.
[ 1d100 = 47 ]

>>109890
I'm guessing we're rolling for Anonfilly's actions and not Twilight's?
Win the billiards like a champ and relish the pizza. Your dream is to become a pool shark, after all.
[ 1d100 = 16 ]

>>110065
I envy you not for the lucid dreaming (it occasionally happens to me too), but for all the details you remember. Do you practice writing down your dreams when you wake or what?

Lastly, question for Silver Spoon (who is living proof that Russians are secret perverts): what is the role of Nyx in the story, since you're going for a Past Sins crossover? Given the canon of that story, she should still be with Twilight and be a competitor with Anonfilly for Twilight's affection. If she's not, there can be only several explanations: she grew up, but as Silver Spoon's a filly it's unlikely; she died (which would be great motivation for Twilight's guilt complex and obsession with mothering Anonfilly), or she was taken away/went to live with someone else (which goes against character)

Rolled 3
>>110248
>Sees one Green that was turned into a CYOA, automatically assumes every green hosted on the filly thread is a CYOA
Rolling to cure the terminal autism

>>110251
You can't make this shit up.

>>110248
>rolling for assfaggot's story
not everything's a cyoa mate

>Do you practice writing down your dreams when you wake or what?
nope, i just have a dream dictionary app. while i remembered it all anyways because of that hug, usually i'll start looking up and saving the simple things i saw, and the words will usually jog my memory afterwards.
i could draw exactly what the sewer, the path i took, and what the theater looked like though, that's how much it stayed with me

>>110255
For>>110251

>>110221
Ask what/where a Ponyville is. Can't be making yourself look too informed. [ 1d100 = 62 ]

>>110247
This awesome bants is banned from 4chan.
Go figure.

New update, judge at your discretion. Also, just for >>110248 and his assumption, I will implement a rolling thing this one time to determine what Anon's plush is. Also, I think this update should be pretty good.

>Twilight’s waiting by the door when you get in
>she looks disappointed, but also like she expected this
>”Did you two get lost?”
>this question catches you and Spike off guard
>silence
>play this situation well and you might survive
“Are you going to be mad if I say yes?”
>she changes the disappointed look into a more relaxed one
>”To be honest, I’m just glad you both made it back alright.”
>you feel much more relieved
>so does Spike, from his expression
>Twilight looks back towards you with a stern face
>”Of course, you’re still going to need to know your way around, so I’ll give you a map to use. As for you-“
>she turns to Spike
>”-I expect you to be able to handle these simple tasks. It’s not that hard to show somepony around!”
>wow
>he’s getting murdered
>you should probably step in
“Actually, it was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention so I didn’t know the way back when he tried to test me.”
>Twilight looks surprised now
>she must be used to Spike being the weak link
>figures
>”Spike, is this true?”
>he casts you a glance and starts nodding
>”Then I guess I owe you an apology.”
>she’s turning back towards you
>”Anonymous, because you couldn’t pay attention. you’re going to spend an hour after dinner studying a map of Ponyville.”
>she sounds serious
>who does she think she is
>giving you orders
>you answer to no one
>you must’ve been wearing your contempt on your face, because she’s saying something about it
>”If you want to have any degree of autonomy while you’re here, then I need to be able to trust that you can get around without getting lost.”
>stupid purple, using facts and logic again
>wait
>rewind about 30 seconds
>she said dinner
>you’re actually pretty hungry
>”Let’s get you two fed, I’d imagine that a walk that long would leave you pretty hungry!”
>she read your mind
“Sounds good!”
>you and Spike both follow Twilight back to the kitchen to eat
>you’re welcomed back to the kitchen with an all-too-familiar smell
>is it
>it is
>”I hope you don’t mind having pasta for dinner, it’s pretty much the only stuff left in the pantry.”
>Twilight looks a bit embarrassed at that last bit, but you couldn’t care less
>it’s spaghetti
>you can resist its pull no longer
>wasting no time, you claim a plate of those alluring noodles
>shoving what would be too much for an adult human in your face, you try to reply
“Thff ff grfff!”
>at least the extra spagoot gets back on your plate
>They both shoot you glances somewhere between disgust and surprise, with maybe a dash of embarrassment by association
>you will eat slower next time
>you will not talk with your mouth full next time
>your face is not a shovel
>fucking spaghetti
>oh well, can’t be un-sperged
>you straighten yourself out as Spike finishes with his decision to eat elsewhere
“Sorry, what I meant to say was that I like pasta quite a bit.”
>understatement of the year
>Twilight hasn’t dropped that face yet
>you’re ded
>wait she’s talking
>”Well… I’m glad you like it.”
>the rest of dinner goes uneventfully
>you manage to keep your spaghetti levels to a minimum
>contrary to popular belief, people AND ponies don’t like spaghetti with their spaghetti
>Spike comes back in at some point to get a spoon for ice cream
>which somehow reminds you of your phone
>wtfbrain.mpeg
>oh well, now’s as good a time as ever
“Hey, I have a question.”
>”Hm?”
>how to best say this in a way she’ll understand
>wing it
“Well, when I came here, I had a device on me that I need for personal reasons. However, it’s dead and I have no way to charge it. Can you look at it and see if you can figure out a way?”
>she’s thinking it over
>”Sure, it would give me a bit more insight as to how your species developed naturally too.”
>leave it to purple to turn an act of good will into a science experiment
>oh well, at least you’ll get your phone back
>damn son, all the reminders are coming back now
“Thanks, that means a lot. Also, I heard about part of my backstory from Spike, can I hear the rest? You know, getting the story straight and all?”
>Twilight seems to brighten up a bit at this
>how long was she waiting to go into this?
>”You’re a filly from Manehattan who has always been gifted in her studies, and as such you were easily able to win an essay contest that had you transfer to Ponyville to study with me as your teacher!”
>no wonder she looks a bit excited about this
>she gets an excuse to show off how smart and important she is
>but it sounds plausible
>and that’s all that matters
>you know the story to hold to as well, so that’s good
>Twilight magics the plates and leftover pasta back over onto a counter and gets up
>”Now that we’re both done, you’ve got a map to study.”

>>110265

>oh
>right
>the map
>Twilight leads you back through the castle to what looks like a military logistics center
>these design choices
>you probably wouldn’t pay them for shit like this
>not unless you had your personal army
>but they’re not your personal army
>maps rolled up onto various shelves
>a big table in the middle
>even the bluish purple of the walls seems a bit dull here
>but this isn’t the map room that you know about
>no, this one doesn’t have six chairs and a tree hanging from the ceiling
>it’s just a boring map room
>at least the map of Ponyville has some pretty colors
>you also manage to pay better attention this time
>at the end of the studying, Twilight gives you a pop quiz
>ace that shit
>much better than high school geography
>”And I think that’s about it for today, I’d suggest you go and rest up for tomorrow.”
>what’s happening tomorrow?
>oh right
>school
“Do I really have to if my cover story is that I’m learning from you?”
>Twilight doesn’t miss a beat when responding
>”Yes, you do. Ms. Cheerilee’s a much better teacher than I am when it comes to subjects like history, and the history of Equestria is what you need to learn most. I won’t care about your other grades as long as you’re passing, but I WILL be paying attention to history.”
>rules and regulations of your school attendance all in one
>guess this gives you plenty of time to catalog this shit for when you get back
>that’ll be a green the other anons will like
>the other anons
>you’ve never met them IRL, so why do you miss them too?
>probably because they’re your only friends
>wow that’s sad
>apparently Twilight’s hugging you again
>she must’ve seen the look on your face
>at least you’re not crying this time
>”Don’t worry, I’m still going to make sure you get home safe. It’s going to be okay.”
>she’s still really soft
>like seriously, why are these ponies so soft
>this time it actually helps
“Thanks, Twilight.”
> that’s all you can get out as you lean into the hug, wrapping your hooves around her in response
>you can get used to this
>too bad all it cost you was your life, your humanity, and your dick
>you continue to embrace her for as long as you can before she moves you to her back
>this isn’t a bad spot either
>still warm
>the rhythmic rocking caused by her movement only makes you more tired
>and this is how you two stay until you get back to your room
>why is she magicing you off
>no
>that was comfy
>”Good night, I’ll see you in the morning.”
>she’s leaving
>stop her
“Wait!”
>she turns back
>”Yes?”
>Ididn’tthinkI’dgetthisfar.zip
“C-can you tuck me in?”
>nice execution, faggot
>”I don’t see a reason why I couldn’t.”
>she’s coming back
>success
>and you only dropped a little bit of spaghetti
>she lifts you back up and carries you into the room
>before you get into bed, you make sure to grab your plush
>you also realize that it’s almost as big as you are now
>hmm
>this could be useful
>not sure how, but it could
>Twilight looks at it a bit odd but doesn’t say anything
>you get as comfy as possible as she pulls the blanket over you
>Twilight gives you another hug before leaving again
>shit’s comfy
>all those other anons would be so jealous if they knew you were getting this much attention from purple
>all those other anons you won’t see tonight
>your computer you may never see again
>your family that thinks you could be dead
>all that time you spent with them, potentially meaningless now
>left alone to your own thoughts, the weight of the day’s events come crashing down upon you
>you thought you were alone then
>you were wrong
>this is advanced loneliness
>you break down and cry
>you’re not sure for how long
>eventually the tears stop falling
>you don’t stop crying though
>some time later you eventually fall into sleep

>>110266

>. . .
>you're back in your room
>your alarm goes off
>was all that a dream?
>relief floods you
>get ready for college again
>never gonna take life for granted again
>1st class is easy
>professor asks some brain dead question
>raise your hand because you know this
>nobody else does
>heh, dumbfags
>"Does anyone know the answer?"
>yeah, you do
>"Anyone at all?"
>can he not see my hand
>"I guess you'll all just have to review it later, it WILL be on the final."
>that was weird
>oh well
>rest of your classes go similarly
>what is going on
>let's see if work is any different
>go to your job
>retail sucks, but it's a paycheck
>go to work your shift
>wait
>why is there a new trainee
>why is he working your shift
>it's like you don't exist anymore
>wait
>WAIT
>you whip out your phone as you become increasingly worried at this revelation
>text your mother
>no response
>text your father
>no response either
>text your sister, she always replies fast
>reply
>there is hope
>"who is this?"
>you type out as fast as you can
"it's anon, remember?"
>"really funny, anon's been dead for days."
>WHAT
>THE
>FUCK
>your phone suddenly drops from your hands
>why are your hands now transparent
>WHY ARE THEY BECOMING MORE TRANSPARENT
>full panic mode
>the last thought you have is one of regret and repentance as you fade out of existence
>you open your eyes and bolt upright
"I'M SORRY, I DON'T WANT TO BE DEAD"
>wait
>you're not dead
>everyone just thinks you are
>you break back into tears
>you haven't even been asleep for three hours
>this is going to be a long night

>>109890
>20 minutes later
>The pizza was long gone; you had merely pretended to eat a slice, excusing yourself to the mare's room just to teleport away and grab a quick hayburger
>Over the rest of your stay, the pizza and mug of root beer had slowly vanished, the former entirely by Anon's hoof.
>You'd almost finished off the book, so at least something had come out of this
>Maybe you should have paid more attention to Anon, but that was the employees' job
>Speaking of which, she returned to your table, adding another jumble of tickets to her not-terribly-impressive pile
>"I need more bits Mom."
>She only called you Mom when she wanted something, of course
"No Anon, we're going home now. Let's turn them in and get something small.
>"Maybe I should save them for when we come back?
>Haha. Not happening.
"Maybe someday."
>"I think I should have my birthday party here."
>Over your dead body.
"Sure thing sweetums."
>She'd have forgotten the idea by tomorrow.
>Hopefully.

>>110265
neglected to mention something, it won't be like the other rolls. I'll be looking at each number and judging off of a set of numbers I wrote down on a gum wrapper.

"Ponyville? What's a Ponyville? Is it full of lots of different types of ponies? What kind of house do we get to live in? Will I be rooming with Twilight or Cadance?"

You already know where the hell Ponyville is, but you figure it probably isn't best to seem like you know too much when there's a changeling threat going around.

<<"Hmm… well, Ponyville is a small town to the Southwest of Canterlot, just a short train ride away. Most of its residents are Earth ponies, but it's nonetheless a bit more diverse compared to our unicorn-dominated Canterlot. As for where you're living… it's a small house built into a large tree. I had been considering turning it into a library and gifting it to the townsponies, but given the situation, I can always just construct a library somewhere else in town."

The treebrary, just great. Except it's just a tree house for now. Maybe you'll have a bit more room for living? Oh who are you kidding. Twilight will convert it into her own personal library anyways.

Shining finally decides to break his silence.

>>"Any word yet on the search for Mom?"

Celestia sighs deeply.

<<"Not yet, though your dad's still leading the search. He's told me he's willing to spend months in the mountains if he has to. I don't know if he'll be able to follow you all to Ponyville, though if we can find your Mom, that will be a different story."

>>110288
but what if nightlight never finds her? Can the changeling maybe be broken into submission so as to resume the role of Velvet?
[ 1d100 = 8 ]

>>110288
Give shining a reassuring comment and ask Celestia how long she would have us stay at Ponyville. I wouldn't want to lose touch with Lyra for too long now that I think of it. [ 1d100 = 43 ]

>>110288
Is there no way to mind break the changeling? Truth spell or potion? Surely Celestia has ways of making it give up what ever information she wants. [ 1d100 = 10 ]

>>110299
Well I doubt it will give up the information willingly

>>110298

Twilight may or may not know some mind break techniques. Whether or not she'd use them is another matter altogether.

>>110271
>Anonfilly piled her tickets onto the prize counter
"Pick what you want, sweetie." you encouraged her
>It didn't really matter, it would fall apart in a few days tops, or get lost under a piece of furniture.
>"I wanted the table" she said to herself sadly, rather loudly
>"I'm sorry kid, but you can't always be a winner." the stallion behind the counter said in a dismissive tone
"…What did you say?".
>Surely you misheard him
>"Well, y'know, sometimes foals just can't win. They may as well give up."
"Excuse me??? I want to speak with your manager." you demanded vehemently
>"Uh… I'm the manager right now lady. The head's not gonna be back for a couple of days. If you want you can talk to him then."
>…
>Maybe you should just buy the whole fucking franchise and fire this shithead.
>You looked into your purse, seeing only a handful of bits remaining
>Nobody tells your daughter what she can and can't do
"Where's the nearest ATM?"

>>110288
Announce a future desire to join the military. When the conversation ends, talk with Twilight about meeting with Lyra and establishing a long-distance way to communicate. She'll have those "toys," though you wouldn't remember.
[ 1d100 = 54 ]

>>110287
Please be Applejack. Please be Applejack.
[ 1d100 = 44 ]

>>110251
Sorry, I'm too much of a backseat Driver.

>>110301
Changelings are hive minded right? That makes them commies.

fuckin hell, finally done with this shit
just thought, "hmmm, maybe i can do something different here" then the next thing i know, it's 5am
i know there's some small inconsistencies between the pics, i didn't organize for shit, so it happened a few times where i deleted a layer thinking it was just fucking blank, and didn't notice what was gone until much later

>>110327
oh, and the best one for last

>>110328
FUCK YOU! They look alright as thumbnails, but when full sized the green bordering on the filly could be a shade or two darker to help distinguish the body shape better. Unless the vaseline lens effect is what you're going for.

>>110327
and the fucking first one wasn't even the right one
>>110329
no u australia

and now i see i didn't erase the blush from the muzzle
i'm too tired to fix this shit, i'll fuckin deal with this tomorrow

>>110317
Is the black outline on filly intended? Since Twi's is purple.

>>110327
>>110331
Love it, good work Anon

>>110328
Kek

>>108552 →
So, this greentext got buried. I hope Lone15 updates soon.

Do what Twilight wants and more. Don't just suckle gently, drink her dry and subtly keep pleasuring her. She's already crossed the line by sexually abusing you, so satisfying her now makes her less likely to physically torture you and more likely to continue sex in the future. From there, it's only a matter of time until someone finds out and exposes her for the wretched fillyphile she is. How ironic would it be if her old friends the Mane 6 stopped her?

Besides, we know you secretly enjoy it, you degenerate.

[ 1d100 = 33 ]

>>110268
Good update. I'm liking it so far

>>110335
Black on Twi looked weird, but on babby it was better. I'll mess with it more in the future, but rn I want to make something new.

>>110317
Looks like it was traced off of a Silfoe drawing.
(Silfoe is a faggot)

>>110404
Well yeah, I said it was a recolor/colorization.

>>110403
It might look better on her because her mane is black too.

>>110287
A Twilight plushie
Also the topic of Anon already knowing Twilight never came back up and i m pretty sure purple would be curious about that one

>>110408
Forgot my roll

You better get ready to check'em

>>110409
>Not dubs
For shame

Did you guys know that there is a thread on /mlp/ that has Anonfilly in the OP and has been up for 18 hours? Guessing it's because the OP topic isn't Anonfilly, but who knows?

>>110439
>>110441
I don't think they've necessarily banned images of Anonfilly, just the threads about her. But who knows, the 4chan mods pretty much make up their own rules as they go these days.

>>110439
It's not anonfilly thread.

>>110442
For some reason the thread about the MLP movie in a nutshell video was deleted.
Go figure.

>>110439
>>110441
>>110443
By this point it's become a meta thread

You reach an arm around Shining to give him a totally not gay bro-hug.

"Hey, it'll be fine. They'll find her soon enough."

He finally reciprocates the hug and almost crushes you.

>>"Thanks Anon. I don't want to know what it'll be like to not have a mom. At least not until I'm getting old myself."

That probably would kind of suck. Then, he'd have to be just like you. Except you also are missing your dad. You try to cry as you think about it.

"So Princess, how long do we have left to be here? I've got some friends I don't want to lose touch with, like Lyra."

<<"Lyra? Interesting… Well I don't want you all to stay any later than tomorrow, but I can give your friends your address so you can keep in touch. Keep in mind though that I'm trying to keep this information from falling into too many hands, in case we have more changelings hidden in our midst."

Fair point. Fuck, you hope none of your school friends were changelings. Some of them were rather nice. But at least you'll have a line of communication back to your ex-human compatriot.

"Sounds good enough. By the way, if I wanted to join the military when I grow older, what would it take?"

Shining blurts out the answer for you.

>>"West Hoof Academy."

>>110452
Posting filly does that these days

>>110456
>You try to cry as you think about it.
Not to?

Guess we should help the others pack their shit. [ 1d100 = 59 ]

btw would it be possible to link to the previous piece of story in each update

>>110456
Better hope you didn't just drop Lyra into it mentioning her. I would think giving her, and only her, your address would do for now

'Well I would say I would go pack but I literally have nothing' [ 1d100 = 57 ]

When was the last time that an anonfilly post got deleted for no reason on /mlp/? seems like I haven't seen it happen for a day or two now.

>>110441
>Anons pointing out bullshit
>Anons screaming 'pedo!'
>Anons being smug about another general gone
>Anons complaining about [IT HURTS] being taken down with it
What else is new?

>>110467
Yeah, not to was what I meant to say. I had accidentally typed "to" twice, and I think I deleted the word "not" as well :(

And yeah, I could try linking to previous posts from now on.

>>110468
Was I not supposed to mention Lyra to Celestia? I mean, strictly speaking, Lyra is in the school for gifted unicorns, and therefore one of Celestia's students. She would know her personally.

>>110327
there, fixed the overlapping shit
can't erase the blush without making shit look weirder so who cares, still too tired for this shit

>>110487
>Lyra? Interesting…
I might just be reading too much into it, just seemed to be something odd to make her say that way.

>>110490
What if celestia is human?

>>110494
Well, Twilight did mention that she was incompetent. On the other hand, she really didn't act like it.

>>110305
man, you are an assfaggot, you just know how to toy with my feelings like they're fucking playdoh
k-keep going please
knead that shit

I want to hug all the fillies

>>110494

I won't say if she is or isn't. She always makes for a very good mystery to try and slowly unravel.

Oh, also, forgot to respond to this, but…

>>110306
You have not forgotten about the "toys". The only parts of your memory that were wiped were:

1. The period of time during Day 1 in Equestria following when you ate Cadance's peetzer, and up to and including the dinner you had with Fake Velvet and Night Light on the same day.

2. A short period of time during your dinner on Day 2 in Equestria whereupon you asked a certain question during dinner. Every pony during this time received a mind wipe. Subsequently, Fake Velvet felt somewhat tired after this, likely due to having to rush out a mind wipe spell on every pony at the dinner table simultaneously.

The entirety of the meeting with Lyra is remembered.

>>110499
I want to be the filly and be part of a huge filly cuddlepile

Found some filly on derpibooru
>https://derpibooru.org/1639137
>https://derpibooru.org/1640552

>>110499
Me too, anon. Cute pic

>>110499
>ywn hug another filly like this
>tfw i'd probably never get hugged if i were a filly anyways
why live

>>110505
Lonely fillies get hugged against their will

>>110502
This guy gets the filly appeal.

>>110505

I'd hug you if you were a filly…

>>110502
Was wondering why they weren't posted, seems mlpol has an image dimension limit of 10k pixels for width and height. Second image is 12k pixels tall.

Here's the first though.

I understand image size limits, but what are dimension limits for? Would an insanely large image crash someone's browser or something?

>>110527
Bruh, I've crashed my window manager with a 25k x 25k image before.

>>110527
I fucked the pic a little to works.

>>110530
Same, but it was 20k x 20k

>>110537
My file manager would crash just trying to create a thumbnail. So, every time I restarted, I'd have about 10 seconds to delete the file before it crashed again. Took me a couple of tries to get it.

>>110536
>jpg
Why?

>>110507
>>110520
i don't think it'd be a good idea. as a needy faggot, i'd be an even needier filly, so much that i'd probably develop feelings for the first filly to hug me, and cry all over them

>>110594
You can hug and cry all over me if you want. You can also develop feelings for me, too. Only as a filly tho.

>>110594

Well I like needy faggots. They're super cuddly!

>>110600
I aim to please.

>>110600

The problem with this world is that men are more loving, while women are more attractive. If we were all cute little fillies, there wouldn't be any problem.

>>110601
>>110602
if i make it to horseland with you fellas, i'll be the filly with a ponytail
and probably the one sitting alone somewhere

>>110441
Aaaaand, it's dead.

>>110306
>>110408
The subject decided for anon's plush is Aryanne, because 6>4. Also, I haven't forgotten about Twilight's concern with Anon's knowledge. It'll come back up, don't worry.

>>110616
Be interesting to leave it and have Anon spill the spagoots every so often and try to come up with some excuse

>>110616
>anon's plush is Aryanne
Fuck yeah, Nazi horse.

>>110621
Yep, Nazi horse won over all the mane 6, both princesses, and derp horse.

>>110618
don't worry, anon usually has a habit of spilling the spagoots.

I want to love the filly.

i want filly to sit on my face

>>110648
That's lewd

>>110657
Aaaand it is kill…

>>110703
Nah, just the /trash/ can.

>>110703
just under an hour, rip

>>110703
Y'know, i just realized that as long as there is no filly thread on /trash/, Then technically they can still be posted on /mlp/, And the mods would actually have to do their job in moving it every time. So if anyone is going to make one sometime in the future, wait for the one on trash to fall off the board.

>You just arrived home from somewhere and you decide to head straight to your room
>Open the door to this
What do?

>>110726
Wonder if I've finally gone mad.

Assess the nature of the plush pone. Is it going to kill me? Can I touch it? Can I cuddle it? Cause if I can do those things, I'm gonna.

>>110726
W-where'd you get that plush?
I want one

>>110740
It isnt mine, was an edit from a mulp thread
https://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/31782243

Next bit, from a new perspective

>be Twilight
>you just put Anonymous to bed
>what a fascinating creature
>it's amazing what a simple physical change can do to a subject's psychological state
>but that's not your main focus
>your main focus is to make sure that he (she?) can return back safely to his (her?) point of origin
>this is gonna be hard
>maybe Celestia could be convinced to help fund this in exchange for the information you've gathered already about Anon
>Anon
>that's an easier thing to say than Anonymous
>Anon it is
>quit getting sidetracked, you've got work to do
>pulling out a scroll and pen, you begin to draft a letter
"Dear Princess Celestia,
I have some news. I've managed to make limited contact with another universe, through which a human has come through. The odd thing is, it seems to only superficially resemble the humans we know; but this isn't why I'm writing to you now. This human has been wrongfully affected by my actions, and I wish to correct that by sending him home. This is the part where you come in.
In order to replicate the procedure that brought the human (Anonymous) here, I need access to some very specific and rare magic items. These items, as logic would dictate, would be hard to track down and would also cost quite a lot to collect, and is why I'm asking for your help. In return for this, I'll give you any information I can collect from him, and keep you informed about anything new he mentions.
Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle."
>seems convincing enough
>let's hope Celestia will actually help with something for once
>now to find Spike
>you decide on the standard method
"SPIKE!"
>you hear running from a lower floor
>he really shouldn't be getting more ice cream this late, and you're not going on another midnight run to refill his stash
>that was only for his birthday
>he shows up moments later, out of breath
>"What… What do you need?"
"I need you to send this letter to Celestia."
>his expression changes, now knowing that he ran up multiple flights of stairs for this
>"Why now? Couldn't you send it tomorrow when she isn't tired, and when I don't have a bowl of mint chip melting?"
>of course he's worrying about his ice cream
>dragons and their possessions
"Unfortunately, no. This is an urgent letter, and Celestia of all ponies should know about its contents."
>Spike grunts in frustration, but ultimately sends the letter
>"Can I go now?"
>nope.avi
>you expect this'll get a reply within minutes
>but he might as well have more reason to stick around
>so you teleport his ice cream up here
"Why not stay up here for a while, you can watch me work on something interesting."
>Spike remains skeptical of your offer
>"Interesting for you, or interesting for me?"
>whatever your answer is, it won't matter
>you've already grabbed his attention
"Guess I'll just do it without you, if you don't want to stick around."
>Spike dejectedly comes up to your side and looks on as you reveal the object of your interest
>it's what you assume is the object Anon was talking about being "dead"
>you're not quite sure why he chose that particular word though, it doesn't look like it was ever alive to begin with
>it's a black rectangle set into a hard shell, protected by another shell which was softer and easier to remove
>it also has a weird design on the back
>almost looks like a partly eaten apple
>upon closer inspection, there are a few buttons spaced around the shell as well as an opening on one of the smaller sides
>"Dude, what is that?"
>you look to Spike with one of mild confusion
"I'm not entirely sure myself, but Anon asked for me to look at it for her."
>both of you return your attention to the object
>this will need more than just superficial inspection to figure this thing out

>>110759

"Okay, we're going to my lab."
>with that, both of you plus the item teleport into your laboratory
>coincidentally, Spike spits up a letter upon arrival
"Go put on a lab coat and a pair of goggles while I read this, Spike. This testing may need some powerful equipment."
>he goes off to a rack holding the necessary gear while you open the scroll
>"Dear Twilight,
>While I appreciate you thinking of me in a time like this, I'm afraid that I must ask to meet this human in person before I agree to anything. Should this indeed be what you say it is, I'd be willing to cover all the expenses regardless of the information you've collected. I'm sorry that I can't tell you my reasoning behind this judgement now, but I'll be more than happy to tell you the next time we meet. All I will say now is that patrols near the badlands are reporting unusual activity.
>As for when this visit should take place, I can adjust my schedules to fit your earliest convenience.
>Kindest regards, Celestia."
>what IS your earliest convenience?
>normally tomorrow, but Anon has school then and this trip would likely be over multiple days
>Saturday it is
>good thing that's the day after tomorrow
>"Alright, I got the stuff on and got yours as well."
>oh, right
>there's science to do
"Thanks, Spike. Now let's get back to the matter of this… thing."
>you bring it over to a large magic device used to observe the insides of objects
>this should help you figure this thing out
>apply goggles to face, flip down a built in shade
>this could get a bit bright
>the machine activates, creating a bright flash of blue
>perfect
>you retrieve the object and wait for the machine to give you an image of its interior
>it's taking longer than usual
>what is this thing?
>eventually Spike finishes his ice cream and leaves, presumably to go to sleep himself
>you don't need sleep
>that's for the weak
>you're not like Applejack
>you can pull all-nighters like Rainbow can pull off sonic rainbooms
>after a few other minor tests, the machine finally gives you the interior imaging of Anon's mystery item
>what is this
>wait
>you recognize some of this
>it's mechanical, that's for sure
>but how would it work without magic, especially with the apparent complexity of its components?
>wait
>one of the other tests showed something
>the substance analyzer test
>that weird slot has copper in it
>this thing runs off of electricity
>this sends a chill through you
>not because of what electricity implies
>it's simple enough to convert magical potential to electrical potential
it's what the complexity implies that scares you
>even in the mirror's world, you've never seen anything this complex
>how much power would this pocket-sized monster need to run
>you're not sure, but a rough mental estimate puts this number fairly high
>which leads you to another thought, one that confuses you
>what you assume to be the battery isn't very large
>how would this thing even be able to create the potential difference to work properly?
>but Anon said it's worked before
>at least he (she?) implied it by saying it's dead now
>and your task was to fix it, not tear it apart to find out how it works
>and you have an idea of how it's broken
>this is gonna suck, but you know the necessary spells and have the necessary supplies
>a few hours later and you have a Magic/Energy Converter and a matching cable for the slot
>now to let it charge
>this could take a while
>no sleep for you, it's probably morning by now
>you confirm your suspicion upon exit, as the sun's just starting to rise

>>110210
fucking finally
>>110216
>sleep is for the weak fillies
And poor fillies.

>>110763
Pure magnificence.

>>110726

She looks well-cuddled. There's a certain level of discoloration you can see particularly around the legs, the mouth, and the chest area. It looks like dirt, but it's actually more like an oil that your skin naturally produces. I think it's called sebum. This pony certainly needs a good washing with some sort of detergent that doesn't use fabric softener. I would also need to check to make sure the previous owner didn't leave anything gross, like cum or feces on it.

Afterwards, I would cuddle the fuck out of her.

>>110763
Beautiful
>>110760
Thanks for the update, looks real good

>>110763
So many fillies i would cuddle, I can feel the diabeetus in my veins.

>>110763
I hope god seen my suffering and will allow me to be a filly in equestria

>>110767
glad you like it, but I messed up on the formatting for one of the lines and I can't delete it now.

>>110769
if you can't prove that you can succeed in this life, then why should you be rewarded in the next?

>>110770
>if you can't prove that you can succeed in this life, then why should you be rewarded in the next?
I’m not killing myself, I’m just saying just saying when the time comes maybe god can see the obstacle i have over come and reward me

>>110771
Sorry about the repeat posting by phone

"Well, I'd say I would go pack, but I literally have nothing. You guys want any help?"

Twilight stares at you blankly for a few seconds.

>"Oh, dangit, that's right. I'm going to need to pack up all of my stuff. Wait, I can't take all of my stuff, I don't have a briefcase big enough to fit all of my books, and especially not with all of my bedding!"

>>"I'm pretty sure you can just have dad mail your books to you later. Pack what you're going to need."

>"Right, right. Celestia, what am I going to need for my assignments while I'm in Ponyville? I assume we'll still have some sort of education plan going on, even though I can't receive lessons directly?"

<<"Yes you will. I want you to bring all of your assigned magic books, and I will send you assignments every week through the mail. I also want you to make at least 10 friends during your leave, including at least one pony of each tribe. The importance of this may reveal itself to you later."

And there she goes again, trying to act mysterious. Can't the princess just tell Twilight that friendship is literally weaponizable magic? And why does she need to use the post? Can't she just use Spike… oh that's right, he's still super young and can barely breathe fire on command. All of your communication with Canterlot will be through snail mail. Just great.

>"Alright, I understand. By the end of our little trip, I will be the most popular pony in Ponyville."

Everypony but Twilight laughs.