This thread typically consists of Anon gone filly, as he's thrust into a new life as a cute little pony. >What's to be expected? Fillies, cuteness, Anon-tier shenanigans, bitchy Twilight, desires to be the little filly, etc.. >Any archive of photos or stories? Dropbox (Photos): https://www.dropbox.com/sh/h46ituoalc71wp9/AACmTe3H8s10ArK3-5Q_3juqa?dl=0 Stories: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1a4t08j9QfWYnKlivtEHxvvuxHddJy29JOPXuJeQijMY/ >I'm a contributor. Great! For writers, just write, because the guys handling the doc are ded. For artist, animators, and any other, store them in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure. >I don't like this thread because of reasons. You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly.
Like do you people actually unironically want to be turned into a child cartoon pony so you can be fucked or "bred" by people from /mlpol/ or you yourself fuck an /mlpol/ user that has been turned into a little filly? Do you realize how ridiculous that is This is by far the most degenerate general on /mlpol/ I mean it combines fucking pedophilia, transformation, beastiality and/or xenophilia and whatever other fetshes you might have and Tbh I gagged a lil bit upon discovering this thread Please consider psychiatric help and reevaluate your life of you unironically browse this general and look at anon filly pictures
>>120306 gay queer, bet you'd like that huh >fillyfication spell fizzles out because of anon's increased heart rate and tension >anon's now stuck with a huge horsecock stuck in his ass and completely naked
>>120321 just because you don't want sexual doesn't mean that you can't enjoy shitposting with your fellow anons IRL as a bunch of small cartoon horses.
>>120245 → >Pic Soon I will be the only writefag remaining. >>119785 → >You wrack your brain for the perfect internet horror story, eventually deciding to retell Ted's Cave to the best of your ability. >You've read through it a couple of times, but as you begin you already know that you're leaving out details. >Unfortunately, League doesn't seem intrigued by the more subtle forshadowing near the beginning, and climbs under the covers mumbling something about 'resting her eyes.' >Before you can even wrap up the second update, she's out cold and snoring slightly. >You sigh a bit, but what did you expect? She's still just a kid, after all. >Carefully maneuvering your way into the bed, you wrap your forelegs around her for what is to be the third time today. >It never does get old. >Before you blow out the oil lamp, you toss her hat onto the nightstand, revealing the rest of her teal mane. >Beginning to feel a little drowsy yourself, you return your left forehoof to League's back, inhaling that deep scent of bubblegum every time you inhale through your nose. >You close your eyes, letting the alcohol take you. >… >Screaming. >Even worse, it sounds like it's been sampled by some 'artistic' motherfucker and run through a synthesizer. >What once could have been any number of vocal ranges has become a high-pitched whine barely even distinguishable as equine. >You try to feel your own prescence in the dream, but no matter how hard you try you can't seem to dispell the darkness that masks all sight. >The arcane attacks that come next are heard well enough that you can discern that whatever has distorted the voices of those in your dreamscape did so with a purpose. >You can hear the crunching of leaves increase in volume as what seem to be multiple quadrupedal animals chase after what you can assume was the screamer. >You'd honestly not remember this nonsense if you could help it. >Not until these dreams went anywhere other than cryptic bullshit, at least. >It comes as a bittersweet satisfaction when the dream dissolves a few seconds later, apparently having completed whatever message was supposed to be relayed to you. >Well, you might be jumping to conclusions. >Recurring dreams weren't uncommon in your childhood, perhaps these odd nightmares were just your way of acclimating? >You hadn't had any like this in the week or so Twilight had kept you prior to forcing you to go to school. >It's odd to be dreaming lucidly without any control. >Whatever happened seems to be over though, so you will yourself to wake up. >Opening your eyes groggily, you see that it's still pitch black in your room. >You feel a bit of warmth- >Oh shit. >You fucking pissed yourself. >League probably won't care all that much, but you're already on thin ice with Purple for bringing League over. >The sheet area surrounding your legs is completely soaked and smells rather strongly. >League seemed to roll out of the way in her sleep, luckily. >You hop in the shower to clean off your legs as you develop your plan of action. >Input action. I may still be a shit drawfag, but at least you all can see that I'm not as horrible with a pencil as I am with a mouse.
>>120333 Twilight's already mad and you can't risk her finding the shit under the bed, you're going to have to change the sheets yourself and apologize if she finds out. [ 1d100 = 59 ]
>>120333 Put the old sheets in whatever qualifies as a washing machine or hamper and replace the sheets yourself. Attempt to do so without waking League. [ 1d100 = 23 ]
New update! I felt bad for the shorter updates recently, so I decided to make this one a bit longer. Also >>120333 , it's going to take more than trips to defeat me. >be Anonymous >your dreams were fun, Luna decided to be your rival on a journey through pokemon >and in a climax fit for the anime itself, you two ended up facing each other for the league title >unfortunately, she's a fast learner and managed to beat you >fucking crit hacks >but it was still fun >shortly after, you two had to say goodbye again since morning was coming >you might be getting a new friend >but for now, you have to go to school >you turn off your alarm again and check your phone's battery since it's been a while >fuck, 13% >looks like you're not playing with it today >you aren't really mad, though >your phone's battery has lasted through multiple days here where it used to last for maybe 12 hours at home >probably because you can't sit around on the internet here >oh well >Twilight should be coming home today, and she can show you how that thing she used to charge it works >you wander out of your room again, feeling that it's a lot colder than yesterday >what, did a load of snow fall last night? >when you go back to your room's window, you see that guess was correct >there's snow everywhere >this is gonna suck >you don't even have any cold-weather clothing >your shirt may have worked yesterday, but it might not work today >no, it definitely won't work >not when the snow might be up to your chest >maybe Spike can be convinced to let you stay home? >it's worth a shot, at least >just in case he can't be convinced, you might as well get ready for school anyway >you go off to your bathroom of choice and get through your shower with greater ease than the last couple times >you're starting to get used to this new body, aren't you? >it's not like this wasn't expected, what with you having to spend the forseeable future here >after you dry yourself off and wander down to find Spike, you start formulating your arguments >it's too cold and you don't have anything to deal with it >it's one day, it won't be that important >… >is that really it? >well, let's hope it works >a few minutes of searching later, you find Spike exiting the bathroom himself >"Hey Anon, what's up?" "I have a question." >"What is it?" >this is the moment of truth >how you attack this is likely to set the mood for the entire argument "Can I stay home for just today? I didn't bring any snow supplies and judging by the view from my window, it's up to my chest out there." >Spike stares at you for a second with a look on his face that you don't immediately recognize >"That was some bad planning on your part, it's still winter and we get snow. I'm not sure how much I can help you, but I know how Twilight's gonna react if I let you stay." >this is what you expected, you've rehearsed for this >for all of about a minute, but still "Is there a thermometer around here? I need to check some things." >now you're not a biofag, but you know about hypothermia and what it does to an adult human >it would probably be much worse to a small cartoon filly >"There's one outside, assuming that you want to check the temperature there." >perfect, now you can give two of your major points at once! "Would you mind coming outside with me to check it? I promise we can go back inside when you want to." >you give him your best challenge-issuing face as you deliver that line >and his expression changes to exactly what you wanted to see >"Alright, but I promise it won't be that bad." >so you lead the way back to the front door until you two get there >you then open it up to a fairly strong gust and only slightly less snow than you expected "After you, you know where it is after all." >Spike seems initially startled by the temperature, but he grits his teeth and goes outside >you follow behind him, trying to see his reaction to this >the way he's holding himself says it all >his arms are close in, his breath is visible, and his tail is even wrapped around one of his legs >he's cold >of course, you're feeling it too >however, you're also warmed internally by just how right you are >it's a much longer walk than it feels like to the thermometer, but it retrospect, it should've been only about 45 seconds >regardless, you both are now shivering and even you're trying to hold on to whatever heat you have >damn this lack of body mass! >oh well, when you two check the temperature, it says all you need to know about that as well >28 degrees, and with some heavy estimation on the windchill, you put the perceived temperature at about 15 degrees >that's really cold "You ready to go back in?" >"Yes, we've done wat you wanted. Let's go." >you hear him mumble something under his breath about hot chocolate as he turns around and walks back towards the door >that sounds nice, you want some too >but can you have any if he sends you to school anyway? >probably not >stupid dragon
>>120357 >the trip back to the door is pretty much the same length, so you gather up the rest of your arguments while walking >when you both get back inside, you realize that parts of you have gone completely numb from the cold >mainly your legs, but that's not too much of a problem now that you're back inside "So, how was it?" >"Cold." >perfect, now to deal the finishing blow "It's below freezing out there, not just cold. The walk to school is about 20 minutes and the warmest thing I have is a shirt. Assuming I can make it that far, I would probably be suffering from some form of hypothermia. I don't think there's much of a choice here." >Spike tries to think of a reply to counter that, but he gives up and accepts defeat some time later >"Alright, you can stay home today. Only today though, and if Twilight asks about it you're taking full responsibility." >more terms and conditions "Fair enough, now how about we warm up again?" >he straightens up a bit more and gets a more neutral look on his face >"That sounds like a great idea, I know where the firewood is and the fireplace is in the library." >you wonder about where you're going to get a lighter for all of a second before remembering Spike exists "Alright, I guess I'll meet you there and bring a blanket or two." >you go off towards your room trying to find a place where a banket would be stored, while Spike heads somewhere else to grab firewood >after searching through quite a few rooms, you eventually find a large and fairly fluffy blanket >perfect! >grabbing it as best you can, you drag it off in the direction of the library >at least, you think you do >after some wandering and a couple wrong turns, you make it there and find Spike lighting the fireplace >alright, that's good >you drag the blanket over to a couch and put it up on it "I found a blanket, but only one. We might need to share, unless you know where more are." >he shrugs >"I don't mind sharing if you don't, but I can grab another one if you do." >as you think about it, you might not mind that much >shit, are you even more of a faggot than you expected? >nah, this doesn't feel like something gay to you >it just feels like you two are siblings, or something >he's gone from just some nerd to almost a bro to you >wow, you really did need more friends "I don't think I mind." >you climb on to the couch and wrap yourself up in half the blanket, leaving the rest for Spike "So, what are we going to do while we're in here?" >Spike climbs under the blanket next to you, and you see that he brought a large book with him >"Isn't it obvious? We're in a library!" >yeah, that shouldve been pretty obvious >not wanting to get out of your warm spot, you instead try to read over Spike's shoulder >it doesn't work as well as you'd like, but he soon gets the hint and places the book in a more neutral position >the book isn't all that bad, it's some variety of fiction >there are a few references to other things that you don't quite understand, but you still end up enjoying it >after another couple of hours, the fire burns out and you realize that you never ate breakfast >fug >but you're all warm, do you really have to get up? >yes, you do >the hunger is overtaking you "What time is it?" >Spike looks up from the book and thinks for a second >"My guess is around 11:30, but I don't really know." >one of you will have to get up and check a clock "Rock paper scissors for who checks the clock?" >"Sure, loser goes and only one round?" >of course, those are regulation rules "Yeah, let's start." >rock >paper >scissors >you threw paper, knowing the general strategy of RPS >however, he's a good tactician himself and threw scissors >dang >you get out from under the blanket and into the slightly colder library to try to find a clock >you leave the room and go into the much colder hall and eventually find one >Spike wasn't too far off, it's about 11:24 >no wonder you're this hungry >you make it back to the library fairly quickly and tell him the time "So, should we have lunch yet? I'm pretty hungry." >Spike hops off the couch and walks over >"Sure, that sounds nice." >you two venture out into the colder part of the castle to get some food >you grab the blanket and try to wrap yourself in it as best you can beforehand, though >you do a good job of keeping it on you, and it only slips a bit >after you two get to the kitchen, you sit on a chair and wait while Spike starts making something >you have an idea of what it is, and your suspicions are only confirmed as time goes on >it's motherfucking pizza >"Anything you want me to put on this pizza?" >you doubt that he has any pepperoni or bacon "Nah, plain is fine." >"Alright, just cheese it is." >Spike opens the oven as soon as it's hot enough and puts in the pizza >now you two just have to wait >"The pizza will be ready in a half hour, I hope you don't mind." "That's fine, I'm willing to wait. So, what do we do in the meantime?" >"Well, I'm probably going to stay here to make sure it doesn't burn. You can do whatever and I'll find you when it's done."
>>120358 >time to do something that you always liked doing on cold days, then >you make your way to your bathroom and turn on the shower to as hot as you can stand it >soon enough, it's completely warm and you can see the steam floating out >you turn it down just a bit to make sure you don't burn yourself, and you just sit in there >it's just as comfortable as you remember >how long has it been since you've been able to do this? >probably a while, seeing as how college ate your time and your dad didn't like you wasting water >after a while of sitting, you eventually hear a knock on the door >"Pizza's done, come down when you're ready!" >you turn off the shower soon after and towel yourself off before reclaiming your blanket >it's slightly damp now, but it's much warmer than before >when you get to the table, you see a piece of pizza with your name on it sitting on the table >you get a glass of water to go with it and sit down to eat >you sit in silence savoring the warmth of the pizza, still fresh out of the oven >as soon as you finish the pizza, you head off to your room since you're feeling a bit drowsy >you drop the blanket for the second time, climb into your bed, and take a nap >. . .
Okay, is it time for a recap? I think it is time for a recap.
Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G >You are Anon Filly, a psychically-endowed cute Earth pony filly who used to be a human. >One day, you woke up in Canterlot in a filly body, and your life has never been the same since. >So far, you've had to deal with memory-erasing changelings, knife-wielding bullies, and a close call with having to visit a psychiatrist. >Right now, you're staying in Ponyville with Twilight (who's in the same boat as you, having used to be human), her family, and Princess Cadance, lying low because the changelings have placed a hit on your head. >It is ten years prior to the return of Luna, so the town has a lot less ponies in it. >You've run into Applejack and Rarity, but none of the rest of the Mane Six, and many of your favorite ponies are still fillies. >But even with the world being all topsy-turvy, you've still managed to have a little bit of fun. >You just beat Applejack in a game of hoofball by abusing your special talent of future sight, which you still don't know how to control!
>>120362 you can still do the general shape of each, if I remember anatomy correctly. your hoof curled up is rock, it being out flat and facing down is paper, and it out and facing to the side is scissors
"You know, you're not too shabby yourself. I think if I was running a hoofball team, I'd want you as my forward… or whatever you guys call your offense." >"Yep, that'd be the word they use in professional hoofball teams. Back here we just call it offense and defense though. Makes it simple. Say, want to come inside and have a glass of cider?"
"I suppose I could."
You and the other fillies head into the barn and sure enough, Applejack serves everyone a tall glass of apple cider. Unfortunately, there's no alcohol in it; it's just regular old unfiltered cloudy apple juice. Best damn drink you've ever tasted though. Sweet, tart, and ice cold. A perfect follow up to getting covered in sweat from all of that hoofwork.
As you sit back and sip your drink, you reflect upon the game you just won. Your future sight abilities went off somewhere to the tune of fifty times over the course of an hour or so. This is the most you've ever made use of them, and you still don't know how they work. You just know that they work, and that to a certain extent, they can be changed. Later into the game, Applejack had started making some rather strange moves that tripped you up entirely. You would predict she would move one way, and indeed she would for a few seconds, but she would then change course drastically as soon as she saw you reacting to her plans. In other words, when you act upon your vision of the future, it no longer becomes certain.
In a way, you find it kind of comforting though. If the future was truly deterministic, could you be said to have free will at all? And if you saw even worse things than your dream about the train, or your dream about the invasion, you're not sure what you would do if it was truly set in stone. To know ponies would die and that you would have nothing you could do about it was a truly horrifying prospect.
Of course, it also made you wonder how it was you were truly seeing into the future if nothing could truly be pre-determined. Was this just the path that would happen if you did nothing? Or were you seeing some completely random future, and your actions have nothing to do with whether or not that's actually what happens. This could all just be some completely whacked up drug trip. But then again, being a filly could just be one whacked up drug trip. You try not to think about that too much. >"Hey, Anon."
"Yeah?" >"When you're done staring at the ceiling, Maybe you could introduce me to your family? I know you've seen mine."
>>120368 Anon got covered in changeling spit, and the venom in it altered his mind combined with the memories of the show he has to give him mild clairvoyance, calling it now also, take AJ to meet everyone [ 1d100 = 81 ]
>ywn go to Equestria as a human and round up all the fillies that don't want to be for totally no homo sexual and keep them in your rape dungeon where you use them for your sexual pleasure whenever you want and whore them out to the biggest meanest ziggers you can find, forcing them to carry their bastard rape babies to term before you take them away to be groomed into good little foals for all the rest of Equestria to enjoy
>>120333 I don't see how you'll be able to change the sheets without waking Leauge (or taking forever), and doing this quick seems important. Maybe league can help you get them cleaned. [ 1d100 = 25 ]
>>120379 >forgetting that (You) are the filly as well >>120406 >>120407 >not forming a herd of fillies and colts so that the fillies in the herd can be bred
>>120439 Obviously every Anon should have planned ahead for his fillification , and froze his semen accordingly. The semen could then be used on fillies other than the Anon of origin, thus inciting a healthy and only slightly gay reproductive cycle of the master race.
>Be Sombra. Looking about, you follow your teacher through the forest. You walked practically beside him but you let him take the lead. From time to time you glanced behind you.
If only you paid some attention to your surroundings, I won't have to look for monsters in every turn, you thought. >He, however, did not begin to watch his surroundings. No matter how hard you tried to push your thoughts into his head.
I should tell him- But what if he has reasons for it, then I will look like a fool, you thought. But then again, I rather be alive.
"Master Starswirl, why are you not surveiling for potential dangers," you said and you emphasized the word, "Master." >You felt like kicking yourself after that comment. You had been taught to titled ponies ever since you learned to speak. You had been taught that it was polite and therefore your intent was with empathizing the word master was to be respectful but now it came off as if you were sarcastic. >One of his eyebrows sunk down over his eye and he pushed his lips together to a thin line. He also put his head a bit to the side as he looked at you. Yeah, he had totally interpreted it as you were questioning his authority.
"Well, you see there is only Cockatrice in this area and I know how to deal with them. So you see, I don't simply go about these things without thinking about them," he said. >You looked at the ground. Your face was flushed but you could also feel your face tense from annoyance. It had gone exactly the way you didn't want it to. >He turned back to the path he had found and you continued to follow him. You felt like you wanted to explain yourself. However, you didn't want to be perceived to be a pony who couldn't take being reprimanded. After a while, you couldn't stand the feeling in your chest anymore and you walked up in front of him and turned around to face him. You stopped him in his tracks.
"Master Starswirl, you see before when I asked you that question, I did not mean to sound disrespectful. I actually tried to be respectful." >His eyebrows went upwards and his facial expression seemed to say, "Yeah, right."
"How?" he said.
"How, sir?"
"How were you actually trying to sound respectful?"
"I- I don't really know how to explained it" >Still looking at you skeptically, he seemed to force a smile on his face and nodded at the same time as he spoke the next words.
"Calm down and try to explain. We have time."
"I don't know a good word for this but I said the word, "master" louder than necessary not to make fun of you but to show how much I do respect you." >You had been looking away while saying this to him. His eyes were so piercing even that even though you knew hadn't done anything wrong, you could feel yourself sink into the ground under his gaze. >You felt a hoof ruffle your mane, which caused you to look up. His special face had softened up and he now had a broad smile on his face.
"It is good that you talked to me about this. If we hadn't had this conversation we wouldn't know that is was all a misunderstanding." >You were a taken aback by this. You starred up at him.
"Why did you ask me about that?" you asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Dad, tells me that I can't take being wrong and that I only make up excuses so I don't think he would listen to me like you did. He wouldn't- I think the word is, "investigate" for an explanation like you did."
"Well, I also thought when you started talking as well, to be honest, but I it is a bit of my life philosophy. I am interested in finding the reason for why ponies do the things they do. I was just curious about you. If your reason didn't hold water, I would have told you so and nothing would have changed. If, however, your reason did make sense, then we would both be wiser, won't we? It also helps that I have time to hear you out right now." >As he said the last part he winked at you with one eye. You smiled. What he said had made sense in your ears and it made you happy that he gave you the benefit of a doubt.
"However," he continued, "if you abuse this kindness and try to come up with convincing lies to trick me with, this kindness and so will my faith in you. You get what you deserve from me."
"No, I would never do that," you reponed instantly. >He laughed a bit at your quick response. "Of course you wouldn't. Now let's not brew over this anymore, we are getting close. >He pointed to a spot behind you, there on the ground lied a pile of droppings. From that spot paw prints, conveniently began to take form again, which you followed. After a little while of following the new tracks, you arrived at a minor clearing. To your right side was a steep cliff. >Your gaze wandered over the cliff's mountain wall and saw something cause to instantly fall down on your front hooves' knees and vomit >On the edge of the cliff, hanged from different entrails and intestines two sack one green one dark red from the cliff. The green one was much smaller than the red one. A large trail of blood ran down the mountain wall to the ground underneath. >You felt a hoof stroke your back and you felt the presence of your teacher beside you. Not wanting to see that sight again you looked straightforward instead. That was when you saw something that would have vomit again if you hadn't done so already. >Covered by festering flies, lied the bugbear's bottom, which was torn and it had its sting sticking up into the air.
Btw my birthday was today. Not that it matter the whole thing about that other Anon was about him having his birthday on valentines day, congrats to you Anon btw even if it is a bit late. i forgot to congratulate you earlier. It is funny to have your birthday on black fakehhistory month. You can't really long for feburary with that in mind. kikes are why we can't have good things.
>>120525 Anon, did i ever tell you how much i love your drawings? Not even for the lewd but your drawings themselves, I love them If you ever think of quitting remember theres a complete stranger on the internet who likes what you do
And i know that post was a meme, but felt like saying it anyway
>>120525 Ahhh, that got to hurt. Such things suck. >>120528 Yeah, I just felt like I had to say it though since it was close to the other guy birthday. You don't have to. I will manage. Thanks anyway.
>>120533 thanks anon, y-you too >think of quitting i draw the filly because i love the filly, no other reason than wanting to see the finished product. i’ll quit when i’m DED
>>120648 I never get the warning popup because of uMatrix or some shit I guess and I'm too lazy to go through enabling scripts until I find out which one is required for it
I always just have to look at the ban page to see what happened to me I wasn't banned at first but looking now it seems I am Jannies love mod cock
>>120657 >more than 3 days Oh hey, normally they don't let you appeal these, considering that filly doesn't actually violate any of 4chan's rules. You should point that out to them in the appeal.
>>120657 That means you can appeal it then, right? Isn't it that if you appeal, someone besides this faggot has to come see what the fuck is going on? That in a way is a good thing, right?
It won't change anything and they will probably extend it even more just to show how big their modcock is but it will give us more fuel to throw onto the dumpster fire that is /mlp/ now
>>120661 We're all spooked, man. Lone15 is a latent psychopath, bans are being issued left and right, and most horrible of all, Anon is going to have to pay for a shit ton of pizza.
>>120665 They don't realize every ban makes this site that much more active. I just wonder when we should stop mentioning /mlpol/ on other sites. I just wish we had /cyb/ back so I wouldn't have to go to /g/.
>>120664 Be polite and professional. It's the only way to be taken seriously. Even if we know it does nothing, it would be interesting to see where it could go.
>>120664 Put all the bullshit the mod has been saying the bans and add proof that the thread wasnt being spammed along with not being any trace of pedofilia in them If you care enough also add posts outside the thread that have been deleted because they had the green coloured filly
Though idk who looks into it so that may be a bad idea since the mod cocksucking there is stronk
>>120668 I say we keep sneaking it into the filly threads, but we should stop in a few. I feel like we're only going to be dipping into the newfags at that point.
>>120671 At least on filly threads, yea, i think every original filly has been converted to the Aryanne ways, id guess most now are literally newfags curious to see where/how its has been after
Maybe recruiting more /pol/acks could be good, dont know the ratio but from what i lurked feels like there s more /mlp/fags than /pol/fags around
>>120672 There is some core /mlp/ here that are not /pol/. /mlpol/ at this point is the island of misfit posters, just with porn and non-semen slurping mods.
Lone15 is not a psychopath, just his idea of Twilight. But to be honest, I think I'd warm up a bit to her if she was more of a romantic yandere instead of just trying to be our mother.
>>120686 turns out it was I that was autistic. I thought he was referring the the /mlp/ mod that was banning people, saying that it was because he didn't like how Twi was treated in anonfilly threads
"What? Oh, sorry, I guess I was spacing out a little. Sure, you could come see my family."
You turn towards Cheerilee and Rarity.
"You girls want to come?" >"Oh I'd love to, but maybe another time. I'm a bit sweaty, and I'd rather look, well, presentable."
You and Applejack giggle at her comment. Only Rarity would make such a big deal out of a little sweat. Meanwhile, you showed up to meet Applejack's mom buzzed. Not that she knew it at the time… or at least you hope she didn't.
Cheerilee sighs.
<"Yeah, I can't come either. I've got a sick sister to take care of. I probably shouldn't be staying away from home for too much longer."
"You have a sister?"
<"Yeah, I have a twin. Her name's Cherry Blossom. Looks pretty much like me, but she's got her cutie mark already. Me… well look at me, I'm the only one here without one."
You place a hoof around her
"Don't worry about it, Cheers. It'll come soon enough, and you know what? It'll make you look twice as cute."
Your two friends soon part ways, leaving just you and Applejack together, walking towards Golden Oaks. When she finally approaches it, she laughs hard. >"You live inside of a tree?"
"Even better, I live in the basement of a tree." >"That's just rich. Only a Canterlot pony…"
You shrug and step inside the house, to be greeted by Velvet.
<<"Oh hey Anon, welcome home. Who's the friend?"
"Her name's Applejack. We played some hoofball together and dang is she good. I still ended up winning though." >"A pleasure to meet you Ms…"
<<"Velvet. Twilight Velvet. You can just call me V if you like. It was a nickname back in high school." >"V… sounds like a nice name. So, you ponies got anything to do in here?"
>>120697 You can read books but that's for shut-ins. The fact that you live in a tree makes it an ideal place to practice acrobatics and climbing. [ 1d100 = 16 ]
Popped in from reading fics because I saw a couple of updates on this tab. Holy fuck I do not have time to read 8K lines of Anon Filly being abused. But I might open this up in another tab and forget about it for a few months, then read it when I have time and am completely bored.
New update, sorry this one's a lot later than usual, ut I wanted to make sure that this one was as good as I could get it since it was walking a fine line between passable and hot garbage. Hope it doesn't suck! >your dream takes you back to that bar you were in during your first daydream at school >unfortunately, no Celestia >it must be after her shift ended >that sucks >there are plenty of other ponies around the bar this time, though >can you pick any of them up? >fuck yeah you can, it's your dream! >but do you really want to right now? >you know Luna promised to leave you alone aside from the usual meeting time, but can you really trust her? >only one way to find out >you call over the bartender (who's a stallion this time) and get another Jack and Coke before looking around for a pony to claim >you settle on one with an off-white coat and a pink mane and tail who looks pretty enough >she also doesn't seem to have any other ponies with her, so you won't have any interruptions to complicate the matter >target locked, initiate phase 2 >you slam your drink and walk over, trying to think of your best pickup line >gotta make this feel authentic, otherwise it's just another dream fantasy >you make it to her table, with your chosen lines "Hey, is this seat taken?" >she looks up from her drink with a slightly surprised expression >"No, would you like it?" >perfect >you sit down at the table with her "Not as much as I'd like to get to know you. My name's Anonymous, what's yours?" >she blushes and smiles at you >"Candy Cream." >after some more conversation, you manage to convince her to come to the bathroom with you >she also wants to be the one to take off your pants >and just like the Celestia dream, you wake up right before you're given your release >it's almost like someone doesn't want you to have that kind of fun >fuck that guy >no, don't fuck that guy >that's probably just what he wants you to do >so instead, you decide to take yourself to the bathroom again >this time, to give yourself the release that your dreams won't >you brought your phone with you there, since you have a few images of that type saved on there >not too many, though >the less there are, the less likely it is for some snooper to find them >point is, you're gonna rub one out since you're finally at your breaking point >when you finally get to the bathroom, you lock the door and survey it to best figure out how to do this >you're not going to risk the toilet since you can't get a replacement phone here >the shower's also out of the question for that reason >there isn't much else to choose from >guess you're doing it on the floor >you pull your towel off the rack and spread it out as best you can so you can clean up easier >you put yourself in the most comfortable position you can on the floor and decide to open up your phone >when you do, you see that it's now 6:53 >that was the longest nap you've ever taken >also, Twilight's probably back by now >you've gotta do this fast if you're gonna do it at all >fuck it, you've gone to all this effort >one of your hooves drifts between your legs, trying to figure out how this will work >you feel just how warm and wet you are at your first pass >it also sends a small shiver up your entire body >is this really how it feels? >this might not be too terrible >of course, you can't help but feel a bit gay doing this for whatever reason >is it because you're a girl who will be masturbating to pictures of other girls, or because you've still got the mind of a boy and will likely end up shoving something inside yourself? >it doesn't matter to you now, your base instincts are taking over
>>120740 >you put yourself into a good rhythm as you pull up the first image on your phone >it's a good image for this under normal circumstances, but you find yourself focusing more on how you imagine your dreams would've played out >as your pleasure builds, your mind strays further back to your meeting with Celestia >this soon takes your entire attention, and you don't even notice as your phone finally dies >you also start to feel some different urges come up that you… >well, you actually expected something like this to happen as soon as you started >god help you >you stop briefly to search around the bathroom for something to help you >you find a toothbrush soon enough, and this makes you realize that you haven't brushed your teeth since the day before you came here >nasty >but enough of that, you've got to finish! >getting into a new position, you shove the toothbrush inside yourself as far as you can >it's a bit small, but it'll work >after some working and shifting of positions, you eventually find a way that works best >it only takes you a few seconds from there to come >that >was >even more gay than you expected >good thing you put down the towel too, you made a mess >as soon as you get over the conflicting euphoria and guilt of what you just did, you pick up the towel and put it in a corner >Spike will find it eventually >that'll be something for you to deal with later, but hopefully later enough that it won't matter >you also notice that your phone died at some point >rip, hopefully Twilight's back for you to ask her about the charger >you pick it up and head back down to the main area of the castle to see if she's actually back yet >as you enter the living area that you were in on the day Twilight left, you do see her sitting and reading a book with Spike nearby >"Good evening, Anon. How was your day?" "Not bad, sorry I wasn't here to welcome you in. I ended up taking a nap, and didn't wake up until a few minutes ago." >"That's okay, you didn't miss much. Did you and Spike do anything interesting while I was gone?" >you turn to Spike, who also noticed this question "Anything you think is worth mentioning?" >"There was the part of the Everfree trip where we met those timberwolves, that was pretty interesting." >"Timberwolves? What happened?" >Twilight looks surprised and more than a little worried now "We got attacked by timberwolves when going to pick up those potions. Long story short, Spike burned one to death scaring the rest of them off." >Twilight now looks more shocked than anything else >"That's something interesting." "Enough about us though, how was your trip?" >she drops this expression for one that's a bit more neutral >"It was pretty fun, we had to plan a massive festival for the community. I handled a lot of the scheduling and organization, and Pinkie did all the planning and execution of the events. Also, I got your letter. We can discuss that after dinner." >alright, you're going to get answers! >but first, dinner >that sounds good "Alright, what's for dinner?" >Twilight thinks for a moment >"Any input, Spike?" >Spike thinks for a little longer than Twilight did >"How about pasta, we haven't had that in a while." >Twilight looks reluctant at first, but she eventually caves >"Alright, I'll make some pasta." >Twilight leaves for the kitchen and Spike and you follow her >after you three get there, she pulls out a pot and fills it with water before noticing the dish pile >"Did either of you think about cleaning up this mess?" >you get up to take care of it since Spike did it last time "Yeah, it would've been bigger if Spike hadn't taken care of the last pile." >she smirks, but doesn't respond when she sees you cleaning the dishes as best you can >it takes some elbow grease and even more thinking on how to do this, but you eventually make your way through all the dirty dishware >after you're done, you sit back down at the table near Spike >you're welcome, dragon
>>120741 >seeing as how Twilight's now the preoccupied one, you strike up a conversation with Spike "So, what did you end up doing when I ditched you for a nap?" >"Went back downstairs and revisited that HFY issue we looked at yesterday. I found some cool things there, and I'm pretty sure I have an idea of what's coming up for the climax of this ark!" >as cool as that would be to know, you don't want to hear about the future of your world >it'll probably be nothing but blackpills anyway >those pills taste nasty >well, unless those writers know who the good guys are and are planning on having them win >that would be great, if that series does happen to be a pure representation of your world >but you're getting distracted again, you're supposed to be in a conversation! "Cool, anything else you found out? Like, something kinda funny?" >he thinks for a moment >"No, not really. There was a guy eating two hotdogs at once, but that's it." >his name must have been bill >that's why he had two wieners >you giggle to yourself at that stupid thought before Twilight comes back to the table with some fresh spagoot "Thanks, Twilight!" >when you get your plate, you remember your manners this time and not shovel your entire plate in your mouth >everyone seems happier that way >after you finish eating your spaghetti and not dropping it, you and Twilight head off to the interrogation room >when you get there, you two end up taking the same places as the other times you were there "Alright, where do we start?" >Twilight teleports the letter you wrote from somewhere >"Why not with a description of a nuclear weapon and what it does?" >this is something you don't know too well "Well, it's a type of explosive device using radioactive materials as the actual explosive. It's an incredibly powerful type of weapon capable of leveling cities at the lowest, and rendering a small country uninhabitable at its strongest." >Twilight looks horrified at this description, but that doesn't seem to stop her from pulling another pen and paper from somewhere and writing this down >"Is there anything else that I should know about your species' combat capabilities to get an idea of just how much of a threat this is?" "No, that's about all you need to know. Now, do you have any idea on how long before I can make it back home?" >she seems to look mildly frustrated at your answer to her question for some reason, but she still answers yours after dropping the frustration >"I've asked Celestia for help on gathering the necessary materials, but I haven't heard anything from her yet. I'm sorry." >you sigh in defeat, your fate now even less certain in your own mind
>>120737 ASSFAGGOT is basically the best anonfilly abuse fic to exist imo Just like EaTCarbS has a practical monopoly on filly bonding with her new adoptive horse mom glimglam
I've quit paying much attention to these threads over the past month or so and really need to go back through the old ones I've missed to see if any updates have happened in either or if other interesting stories have taken rise but I can't be fucked at the moment >>120740 I can't recall if I remember you before I dropped of writefriend, do you have a bin?
>>120749 That is an impressive amount of green to write in such a short spank, God damn. >Anon's a filly and Twi's not a cunt I like Twilight being a cunt but I'll give it a go, it's nice to have diversity anyway
I've fixed what I can confirm from past threads, though a couple removals were legitimately justified, but I may have missed some. Could a more experienced filly check https://derpibooru.org/tags/oc-colon-filly+anon/tag_changes and see if there are any that should(n't) be there? Thanks, faggots.
>>120776 They started flipping tags back shortly after you posted this comment, so they're probably following this thread pretty closely. That, or obsessively following the tag changes. They even changed a source on an edit from the original image the edit was based on to the OP of a ptfg thread, which is useless.
Wouldn't surprise me if it's our resident shill, Abscissa, again.
>Be Starswirl. >Sombra seemed to have calmed down a bit from the shock that he got from the disgusting sight on the mountain wall. His eyes were still big as saucers and he trembled slightly but he had stopped vomiting at least. >You thought nothing of his reaction since it was both gut-wrenching to see and Sombra had probably not seen to much gore before as prince. His home was a castle and that castle was in a city, which in turn had great walls. He was probably pretty sheltered from any type of gore. It probably didn't even matter to him that this was a bear's entrails he saw and not a pony's. >You motioned to him to not speak by making a gesture with your hoof. You brought up your hoof to your lips and made that typical, "hush now" sound. As you moved towards the bugbear's bottom, you noticed that the colt clung on to you. Well, he wasn't holding your legs while you walked forward since that would be impossible without falling. He just walked so close to you that he was practically leaning on to you as you walked. >The horde of flies that were feeding on the bottom flew up towards your face when you came up to it. It wasn't a problem though since you weren't one of the greatest wizards in the land for no reason. The cloud of flies that were going to land on your face, not for any particular reason that is just something they do, change their direction and flew away from you towards a bubble that just had appeared into existence behind them. Its surface was transparent and from its core glowed a golden light. When the flies penetrated the surface, they were zapped by an electric shock. They poured down on the ground. The stench from fried flies made Sombra cover his snout with his hooves. >You levitaed the bottom up from the ground into the air. There you rotated it to dump the now dead flies that lied on it on the ground. Maybe you should have described this before but the bottom wasn't some kind of ass with two cheeks. It was like a bee abdomen. It was covered in fur that was stripped in the colors black and white. The stripes formed circles around the abdomen. Since the white stripes were wider than the black stripes, the black stripes looked like rings on a white-furred bee abdomen. The only parts that weren't in black and white were the gory torn up end that should have been connected to the rest of the bugbear's body and clotted blood speck on its fur. >>120531 >>120534 >>120558 Thanks:D
Also it may look like I am not getting anywhere but it is not true. I do feel that I might get sidetracked though. The last two post weren't suppose to be that long. This section with Starswirl and Sombra should currently in this story only be about how they come upon anon's tracks and decided to follow them.
>>120912 but he didnt say the CONCEPT, he said anonfilly it's like comparing a book to a movie based on one, the end result is usually really fucking different.
>>121006 >exchange routine hugs and snuggles for home cooked meals >dependent on you for living, it doesn't take long until she's dependent on you for warmth and comfort, too >hugs and cuddles without having to ask >soon she becomes your little cuddleslut, taking every chance she can to be with you >ywn wake up every morning with filly snuggling you why live
Your mind drifts towards the games you had back at the house in Canterlot. Almost none of them were here, with the exception of the O&O books you brought back with you, and somehow you doubted Applejack would be into that sort of thing.
"We kinda just moved in. I think we might have some books around here, but…"
A rather clever idea sparks to your mind.
"You know, my house IS a giant tree. We could try climbing it."
Applejack smiles. >"Yeah, that does sound kind of fun. How about we make it a race? First one to reach the top wins, and no going into the house through the windows to cheat."
"You're on."
<<"Now girls, just make sure you don't fall. I'd hate to have to explain to Miss Applejack's mother that she broke her hip falling out of a tree." >"We'll be safe, don't worry, V."
<<"Alright. Let me know if you need help getting down."
Mama Velvet heads back inside and you turn to your rival.
"You ready?" >"On the count of three. One… two… three!"
As soon as the word hits your ears, you immediately start climbing. Admittedly, Golden Oaks is very much unlike a normal tree in how it's been transformed into a house. Every window and every door has an overhang that you can climb onto, making it much easier to reach the higher branches. As soon as you get halfway up, however, there are some decisions to make. Which branches and which paths to take. One way looks like it will take longer, but the path up the tree is fairly straightforward. The other looks like it will take a couple of jumps, potentially crossing thinner branches that you're not sure if you can trust, and there's a bee's nest nearby it.
New update, and as promised, I'm moving into actual plot at long last! Time to finally meet Chrysalis and see what she's up to! >be Twilight >Anon has just proved Celestia's hypothesis correct, despite only giving you a basic overview of their strongest weapons >humans are ruthless and brutal, having mastered the art of war >this brings you no pleasant thoughts about how this would be used here, should Celestia actually allow something like this to be produced >much less used >that gives you much less pleasant thoughts >images of a war-torn Equestria where this sort of thing was used flash through your mind, populated with nothing but corpses and savage ponies fighting over the scraps of society >nevertheless, Celestia asked you about this >all you can do is attach as grave a warning as you can, based on what little Anonymous has actually told you >after you finish writing this down, you hear him ask a question >"… do you have any idea on how long before I can make it back home?" "I've asked Celestia for help on gathering the necessary materials, but I haven't heard anything from her yet. I'm sorry." >that's a small lie, on your way back you did receive a letter >however, it only said that she had managed to track down an Elder Dragon and has sent a party to collect the fire you need >that's not really too much to care about >he sighs looking quite defeated after this, and you can't help but still feel sorry for him >you get up and walk over to Anon's side of the table and place your hoof around his shoulder "It will be alright, Anon. Celestia's looking for everything I need to recreate what got you here, and I have everything written down to do it again. You're going to get home." >he looks up at you, looking a bit less depressed >"I hope it doesn't take too long." >you don't have an answer for this, so instead you wrap him in a brief hug >it doesn't last too long though, seeing as how you have some business to attend to >you dismiss Anon and head down to your own room to draft a letter >time to draft another letter >now how do you put all the emphasis necessary into this letter? >well, probably with the proper use of language "Dear Princess Celestia, Anonymous has given me some information involving Humanity's capacity for violence, and has confirmed your hypothesis. However, I am going to ask you to please reconsider your use of human weapons and tell you exactly why you should. Anonymous expressed concern to me yesterday about a possible war coming in his homeworld, and particularly about the type of weapons that would be used. These weapons are, in his own words, strong enough to cripple a country with only a few. If you should try to make this weapon to use here, I can only see it bringing nothing but conflict, death, and possibly the extinction of us as a species. However, if you remain adamant on using this information, I will tell you what Anonymous knows about them (though I sincerely hope you decide that defeating Chrysalis isn't worth the death of all life). He says that these weapons are explosives based off of radioactive materials that can level cities. He hasn't told me anything else, but this was enough of a description for me to find it necessary to draft this entire letter. Sincerely, Twilight" >this seems very redundant with how often you express your concern at this, but that should only emphasize just how important you think this is >you decide that this is the letter you want to send after some more internal debate >you roll it up and tie it before calling Spike to you "Spike, I have a letter to Celestia that needs to be sent!" >Spike comes up to your room with another bowl of ice cream, because of course he does >"Alright, where is it?" >you put the letter in front of him, and he sends it >"Mind if I ask what it was for?" >no, you don't really mind >you'll just keep out the information about Anon being a human and those nuclear weapons "It was part of how I'm going to help Anon deal with what she wrote to me about yesterday." >not entirely untrue >it would probably make him feel worse if he knew that these weapons had come here too >"Oh, alright. Are you expecting another reply soon?" >you're not sure when a reply should be coming, since Celestia can take a long time on important decisions or just leave well enough alone if she's already made up her mind >regardless, you don't want to leave Spike alone with the letter in case he gets curious >he's done that a couple of times before, despite you saying for him not to "I'm not sure when a reply should be coming, but I'd appreciate it if you would stick around anyway." >he shrugs and sits down on your bed >at least he's being more cooperative than last time you asked him to send a letter >anyway, now all you have to do is wait for a response >while you two are waiting, Anonymous happens to walk in >"Hey Twilight, I just remembered something. My phone's dead again, and I never learned how to charge it. Can you show me?"
>>121065 fucked up on formatting, so I had to delete the previous post. here you go. >oops >that was definitely your fault for not remembering about that "Sure, follow me back to the lab. Spike, you come with." >you lead Anon and Spike back down to your laboratory without getting a response yet >eventually you make it down to the engineering section where you left the Magic/Energy converter >you bring the smallish device off the table you left it on and let Anon get close to it "This is a Magic/Energy converter, it's how I charged your device. Inside it is a simple mana-focusing crystal capable of pulling magic out of the surrounding environment and the necessary circuitry to convert it into the electrical charge needed to give your phone power. It should work on its own, and all you need to do to activate it is to make sure it's got enough space around it to pull from." >he reaches out with a single hoof >"A-am I allowed to touch it now?" "Yes you are. You're also free to bring it to your room, where you can use it when you need to." >Anon reaches out with both hooves now and you drop it from your magic grasp >"Alright, thanks! I'll go put this in my room!" >he leaves and you two follow behind >your reply still hasn't come yet, but you're not sure if that's a bad thing >the longer it takes, the more likely it is that she's putting thought into her decision >eventually, after Anonymous went back to his room for the night and even Spike has started his descent into sleep, you get the reply you were waiting for >nervously, you undo the seal on it and open the letter up >"Dear Twilight, >I'd like to thank you for keeping the promise you made and delivering this information to me. I'll also tell you that your warnings haven't gone unnoticed. >I agree that using these "nuclear weapons" would be a terrible idea that could cause more bad than good, and thus I will not call for any development in that field. However, this has only made me more convinced that Anonymous holds the key to us fending off this new potential invasion. >I still entirely expect you to continue collecting information about what weapons humans have access to, and even how they work. I am willing to change my stance on anything that proves to be dangerous to not only our opponents but also to us, but only at that. We both remember what's at stake here, so I won't remind you. >Kindest regards, Princess Celestia" >good, at least she's not willing to kill us all over this >that relieves you quite a bit, but you still feel worried about what else Anon knows >that's something for tomorrow, though >you're feeling quite drained from all this worrying >so, you let Spike go off back to his room, and you fall asleep yourself >be Chrysalis >a few spies you sent into Equestria are supposed to be coming back today, and messages from the ones you sent to Ponyville and Canterlot have both sent back… some interesting information >soon enough, those same spies enter your throne room a few minutes later with the Canterlot spy holding a record of everything of note >"Good evening, my queen. We return with news which may prove valuable for our retaliation." "Welcome home, my children. Please tell me, you've already caught my interest." >the one with the report flips through a few pages, eventually stopping about halfway through >"We encountered a new pony which no other parties have identified previously, who seems to have showed up in Ponyville sometime last week. She also seems to spend the majority of her time in close proximity to Twilight Sparkle." >Twilight Sparkle? >you banged her brother a couple times, but neither of them knew it was you until you collected enough genetic material to continue your hive's existence >but what is it that makes that pony so special? "Would you mind telling me why she managed to grab your attention so quickly?" >the drone shuffles through the report some more and speaks with the drone stationed in Ponyville >"Well, she exhibits an age that doesn't line up with how long she's been there and she also has a mental capacity more fit for an adult stallion, as opposed to a filly in grade school. Furthermore, she ended up being called to Canterlot to be brought before Celestia herself." >this filly is beginning to catch your attention, too >she must be important in some way if Celestia took time out of her busy schedule to meet her "That is indeed interesting. Thank you for giving me this important message as soon as you did, you're dismissed." >this filly seems interesting enough to warrant her own spy, but an adult would be too obvious >you'll need to send one of the younger drones to keep tabs on her >it makes you sad to send off one of your young to work so early, but this is a matter of life and death at this point >you're already running out of usable seed, and you won't be able to get any more for the forseeable future >you laugh internally at this thought because of how absurd it is, but in your gut you feel that this filly may be the key to saving your species
>>121065 >Not telling Twilight about railguns, hypereffective flashbangs, chemical and biological weapons, 'boomer' missiles, ultrapotent poisons/toxins, drones, and weaponized autism >Doesn't even know how nukes work Anon knows shit about modern warfare
>>121087 I doubt NK has access to railguns or drones, hypereffective flashbangs are still just flashbangs, chemical and bio weapons are more believable, no clue what a boomer missile is, ultrapotent poisons/toxins seem to be in the same boat as chemical/bio weapons, and weaponized autism is our thing. Besides, everyone knows and fears the almighty Nuke.
>>121089 Boomer missiles are supersonic ballistics designed to shatter eardrums and disrupt enemies, they just aren't really used because why not just blow them up? I think the idea of weapons that can permanently blind or deafen a pony would terrify Twilight. Hypertoxins and poisons are designed to, well, poison, whereas biological weapons are diseases and viruses, and chemical weapons are designed for direct damage rather than causing illness. Railguns aren't more powerful than nukes but have no fallout and allow for precision strikes, plus they're super-cool and Purple would be impressed by gravity-based weaponry. I guess Twilight wouldn't be scared of weaponized autism since she lives with us. And people should be more afraid of biological weapons than anything; anti-ICBM tech is ridiculously strong right now, and a single bioweapon will do far more damage than a single nuke, possibly killing billions if properly applied (either by mass infection of humans or destruction of crops).
>>121102 railguns have nothing to do with gravity and everything to do with electromagnetism, which is why they usually use some sort of metal that responds to magnets as the projectile.
>>121103 You mean ferrous metals? As far as I understand any conductor would do, considering it's the Lorentz force that does the work. Are you sure you're not referring to a coilgun?
>>121107 I don't know about that. You can make a coilgun in your back yard, but a railgun requires energy on the order of megajoules. Also the mechanism of a coilgun is relatively obvious whereas with a railgun you have two rails, a shit load of flywheels and a bit of metal and turn that into complete devastation.
>>121112 but the fact that you can make a coilgun yourself means that anyone with the ability to make one can make one, and that means there's more potential coilguns than railguns by orders of magnitude. How's that for scale?
>>121111 Just get a hundred people to build coilguns and have them shoot all at once. Problem solved Nice digits btw >>121108 You were the guy whose PaintSai crashed, right?
>>121111 The sort of coilgun you can make at home would have muzzle energies of tens of joules. Divide a megajoule by ten joules, that's 100,000. So it'll take 100,000 citizens, with specialised knowledge, creating a coilgun each to match a single railgun in terms of energy. Also you stole my digits.
>>121117 it's not my fault the mods made it so only those worthy of digits can get them, and I'm pretty sure that there's enough people who know enough to build a coilgun to match and outdo every railgun currently in existence given that there's about 300mil people in this country alone and 7bil people in the entire world.
>>121119 Take half of that for the men, take 80% of that for adults, take half of that for people of above average intelligence, that's 1.4 billion as a maximum. Divide that by 100,000, and you have 14,000. I hereby declare that when the Fourth Reich takes its rightful place on the world stage, we will build 14,001 railguns.
>>121047 Anon should try to use her future sight ability to test the shortcut route to see its outcome. Then Anon should decide which route to chose. I would have rolled a d100 here if I wasn't a newfag and stupid.
Also I learned yesterday that if you are stung by a bee then it will leave a alarm pheromone to mark its victim, which will tell the other bees to attack it. I learned this because I was searching for bee abdomen for the description of the bugbear. If the same pheromone exist in the equestrian bees as well and Anon knows a bout this fact, then Anon could make a mistake here. Anon could see in her future sight that she is stung by one bee on her way up but that she makes it to the top. Then she might not look any further in time since she now has seen that the outcome is good and if time continues during her future vision, she has another eason for not waste to much time on looking into the future.
I like the choice that you gave because now, at least it feels like it, we are the ones making the outcome. What I mean is we aren't just chosing to participate in a compitation but our choices decides if we win or lose.
Something just popped into my mind recently that I can't get out of my head: What is everyone's thoughts here on EqG Anonfilly? And are there any rules one needs to know about when posting that here? I was just thinking: >What if Anonfilly were to hear from Twilight that there is a magical mirror that leads to a world filled with humans >So Anonfilly rushes towards the mirror to the human world and turn into a human, only to find out she's still a female kid >And this colourful human world is definitely not what she was expecting >So she now has to stay in this world for a while until the portal opens again if she wishes to return to Equestria OR >Anonfilly enters the mirror only to find out she's still a cute little pony in the EqG universe I don't know. I'm just curious.
>Be Sombra. >You see Starswirl open his left saddlebag with his magic. He levitated out a large glass jar, corresponding lid, and a large metal funnel. He pushed the jar into the ground to make it stable and then put the pipe part of the funnel inside the jar. Now you noticed that the funnel was a perfect match for the jar. The jar's opening meet the conically shaped part of the funnel before the pipe reached the bottom. This made the funnel stand stable. >As the bee abdomen was hovering exactly over the funnel's larger opening, it was engulfed in a transparent yellow-golden hued magic veil. Starswirl's horn was also engulfed in the same type of veil. The area that was attatched to the sting was jerked backward several times until it broke off. The sting's tube's inner diameter was rather large and a large amount of yellowish vanilla colored fluid pour out of it. The jar was almost full when the pour started to decrease and was replaced with just dripping of drops. Then Master Starswirl tossed the abdomen on the ground. He removed the funnel and screwed on the lid. Then he put the jar and after thoroughly wiping it off, back into the saddlebag. >The poison was what you had come for so now you could get out of here. You were very glad over this development since whatever kill the bugbear could still be lurking around here. You had already turned around and started to walk back from where you came when you noticed that Starswirl was not with you. You turned around to see that he had gone back to follow the bugbear prints. You quickly got up to his side and whispered,"Why aren't we leaving?"
"I want to see which ones of the big three it is," he said without looking at you. He only paid attention to the prints in front of him as he followed them.
"The big three?" You had wanted to ask if that was smart thing but that choose to satisfy your curiosity instead.
"Yes, there are three predators that are in a league of there own. They are the dragons, the hydras, and the ursa majors. I doubt it was a cannibalistic bugbear that ate our friend here." >You were about to ask why then we still were here if there were potential monsters here but you didn't. You thought it was best not to pester him with such an obvious question. he probably had an answer for it. You did know what hydras and dragons were but you had never heard of ursas. You did, however, not ask about them but chose to ask about something else that was bothering you.
"How do you know it was eaten? It could have just been attacked by something. There are unicorns that I know that can cause explosions with their magic."
"Yes, but how do you blow something up without hurting the entire body except for the liver, gallbladder and the abdomen, which are extremely poisonous on bugbear. Why would an explosion remove them as if it would eat the rest?" >Starswirl glanced back over to your shoulder. You were looking away and it felt like you were scrunching a bit. He hadn't said it in a demeaning tone either. He had spoken very factually about it. >You and Starswirl followed the prints to a spot next to the mountain wall. Here you could see that a big body had slept on the grass since the grass was flattened here in weird shape. You also noticed that white and black hairs were lying haphazardly in the shape on the ground. >Starswirl look around the spot were the bear had slept and found that there was no other track that led to this spot or away from it. He looked up towards the cliff. The liver bag and the gallbladder hanged just above this spot. He walked up next to you. >His horn began to glow gold-yellow again. Suddenly, you were blinded by a bunch of yellow lights that glimmered and you felt a strange pull and push, first towards Starswirl and then away. When you managed to see again, you noticed that the scenery had changed. You looked behind you and you confirmed that it was as you suspected. Starswirl had teleported you up the cliff. >The scenery in front of you shocked you so much that it made you gasp. There were trees that had either been uprooted or there trunks had been just broken off. Big branches covered the ground and huge prints that were the size of big tree trunks. The prints also indicated that the creature who had made the prints had four giant claws. Starswirl was already next to one of the prints. Shaken and trembling, you walked quietly up to him.
"It is a hydra," he whispered. "That is not good. They are, in my opinion, the worst of the three."
"Shalln't we go now?" You pleaded.
"Don't worry. That hydra has just eaten a big meal. it will be in a food coma for the next three days at least. It is probably sleeping and hydras like to be in water so if it sleeps in a lake or a pond nearby it won't hear us easily. And besides Sombra, I can teleport a long distance. I will get us to safety if it fins us." He patted you on your back. >This did calm you down. If Starswirl was so clam, then there was probably nothing to worry about but still being in possible close proximity to a hydra made you uneasy nonetheless.
"So why do you think it is the worst of the big three?"
>>121350 If i was a filly i would never sit on anyone's face, that s gross I would try and (almost) suffocate the other Anon on my fluff thou
Also i prefeer that if Anon got to EqG he stayed as a filly, reason being the magic morph from human to filly not being able to be undone by the mirror
>>121369 Not really. His story is really all about glimglam mom or at least that's the reason I keep interest in it It's his story so he could do whatever he wants but to focus on the shitty EQG universe and neglect getting right back into the glimmer feels would ruin it for me I'd rather he just continue taking a break until he feels like hopping back onto the filly train
>>121372 Same poster from earlier, btw. I'm right there with you on the Glimmer feels, but I feel like the EQG universe could be used for more than Filly tearjerking.
Hold up and pause that youtube video, Lone made his first public post with this shit linked: http://www.itstoohard.com/puzzle/brfvWlGB Could just be a mistake, but it seems to be horse related.
>>121372 >>121382 different anon here If filly doesn't immediately run back through the portal, I'd like to see her bump into Wallflower at least because Wallflower is best Equestria girl
>>121410 The new EQG was pretty decent though Sure, hooves is always better than >nohooves, and it had its fair share of cringy moments, but 4chan rated it higher than most EQG
>>121410 >>121414 >he doesn't know that saying "STOP POSTING STUFF I PERSONALLY DISLIKE! REEEEEEEEEEE" is causing it to become the primary point of discussion in the thread
>>121415 >4chan The site is dying and full of newfags >Strawpoll Easily riggable, and considering there's no "I don't like EQG" option, it can be disregarded as sample bias >142 votes I shouldn't have to explain this shit to you, there are 142 people that unironically slurp this shit up and proceed to shitpost about EQG characters relentlessly out of their pathological need to be accepted by people for slurping up shit.
Also, if you think 142 people is a lot, you are sadly mistaken. It's not a significant portion of the fandom, it's not even a significant portion of /mlp/, or it wouldn't have been a couple years ago.
>>121415 I don't think it's much of a stretch that a majority of mlpol doesn't care for EQG aside from maybe this thread from the looks of it And keeping that in mind this thread is filled with refugees that probably only come to the site for this thread alone I was actually kind of hyped to have this thread here in the beginning The admins were even nice enough to put in an option to get rid of IDs for you guys, but you're really pushing it
Clearly you wish to be back in 4ch which is a pity because the mods don't want you there and far be it from me to stomp on your fun But this isn't 4chan with a catalogue over half full of EQG
/end autism
>>121418 Yeah, I'm giving my opinion on it, fite me about it faggot
>>121427 >Implying I immediately lashed out I was more than happy to leave EQG discussion at this >>121271 I'm not the one who chose to bring the topic up multiple times I won't argue about it with you any more EQG is shit and so is your taste if you like it
>>121419 >no "I don't like EQG" option >t. didn't even look at the pic of the poll results >>121420 I literally only made one post with an EQG character in it, and we've spent the following 8 posts doing nothing but arguing about it I don't understand why you feel you have the authority to speak for the entirety of /mlpol/ or why you feel such a strong need to make /mlpol/ an entirely separate entity from 4chan in terms of community, but both of those are things that appear harmful to me in a similar manner to the autist who was trying to change Anonfilly from green to orange and stamp out all posting of green Anonfilly when we first came here Also there's a rather high chance that there wouldn't be any additional posts even mentioning EQG if you never lashed out at the single post I made (which was about having one of the EQG characters in a green where filly ended up in the EQG universe when it was last updated)
>>121430 >Anonfilly from green to orange and stamp out all posting of green Anonfilly when we first came here You're going to enjoy my post within the next half hour. It's surprisingly topical.
>>121430 >>121429 Wait a minute, I completely forgot about that other post somebody else made a while before mine which is kinda funny considering the character I mentioned
>>121261 I agree with >>121271 - I dislike the idea of EqG """Anonfilly""" Though I like EaTCarbS's story enough that I'd bear with it if he ends up going there
>Be Anonfilly >You are bored. >Bored, bored, boredboredbored, oh you are so fucking bored. >It has been some time since that bullshit with Aerolite started, and things have calmed down. >Mostly. >Now you, Purple Autism, Spike, Glim Glam, and the entire fucking tree castle have found yourselves stuck in a strange new place. >It was like Equestria, it was like Ponyville, but definitely different. >Looking out the window of the castle you have a good view of the town below. >It looks a lot like Ponyville, you can even see some ponies you recognize walking around enjoying the sunny day. >You know it's not your Ponyville though. >You haven't actually been in the town, but from experience you know it's not the real deal. >Your neighbor, Adolf Hitler, sees you in the window as he trims his shrubs. >He gives you a friendly wave. >You wave back. >He smiles and goes back to his task at hand. "…" >Fuck it. >It's a nice day out and you have nothing to do, time to go for a walk. >First though you decide to let Purple know that you're heading out. >After a little navigating the hallways, you find her and Glimy in the library. >They are both sitting quietly, taking notes from the countless books piled around them. >You announce yourself. "Hey Purple, I'm going to check out the town. I'll be back in a while." >Twilight mumbles to herself and turns a page in her advanced teleportation theory book. “…” >”…” “…Twilight!” >”Hmm?” >Twilight must have been really deep into that book. “I’m heading out.” >"Okay Anon, just be back by dinner alright?" “Yeah, fine.” >You see Twilight yawn as you walk out the door. >Now sure Purple’s going to be off of your back, now is time to think on where to go. >… >Shit, you have no idea where you want to go. >Whatever. >You leave the castle, picking a random path and walking down it. — >After some walking, you find yourself in the park. >Not surprising really, you recognized the path you were on almost as soon as you set hoof on it. >What was surprising, was that the path was exactly as you remembered it. >Considering this was not real ponyville, that fact freaked you out a bit. >It was awfully convenient though, seeing as how you are now in the park. >Now what? >You look for someone/pony to play/mess with. >You see an orange filly with a black mane walking along a dirt path. >She is walking down the path right towards you. >”HEY FAGGOT! What the fuck is wrong with you?” >The Fuck? “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? Why the fuck are you shouting at me?” >She stops right in front of you, her orange eyes stare right into your green. >”Why the fuck are you green?” “What’s wrong with being green, faggot? >She points her hoof at you. >”You’re supposed to be orange!” “No I’m not.” >“Yes you are.” “No, I’m not!” >”Yes you are, see?” >She turns her flank at you to show off a question mark cutie mark. >“Anon is orange, so why are you green you faggot?” >Lies. “Liar! Anon is green.” >You push her hoof away and jab your hoof accusingly at her. “Why the fuck aren't you green, faggot?" >”No, why aren't you orange, faggot!" “No, you!” >”No, you!” “No, you!” >”No, you!” “No, you!” >”No, you!” >You notice a loose tuft of fur near her neck, and move to prove yourself right. >”H-h-hey faggot, why are you getting so close with your mouth?” >Plink! >”Ouch!” >Guess the fur wasn’t as loose as you thought. >You spit the fur onto the ground, and see exactly as you suspected. “You know, you need to learn to dye your roots”. >”…” >You smile smugly at her. >”…REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” >The other filly runs down the path autisticly screeching until she is out of sight. >You desperately hope that encounters with any of the other natives isn’t as weird as this one was.
>>121404 >>121447 >>121450 I'm not sure how to feel about these pics On one hand, futa on female and doggystyle are pretty hot On the other hand, abuse and beatings are major turn-offs, and nyx has been shitposted to hell and back
>>121450 I'm especially unsure of how to feel about this pic in particular
>>120333 Short update, but a promise is a promise. If any of you /realfillies/ can scrape together a plan of action, I can do a second update. >The cold water makes you shiver, but a small adjustment makes the situation a bit more tolerable. >Pulling down the showerhead you begin to give yourself a deep cleaning. >You bite your lip to suppress a moan. >When all of this shit was over you were going to really enjoy yourself, but now certainly isn't the time. >Hopping out of the shower, you firmly begin to towel off your hindquarters. >The process leaves them with a rather distinct ruffled appearance. >Moving as quietly out of the bathroom as you can, you decide there's no easy way to get this done. >You're going to have to wake up League. "League?" >"Mmph… dad, it's Sunday." "League, it's Anon." >"Oh, yeah. Why'd you wake me up?" "Er…" >Shit. >"What is that smell?" >You sigh. "League, I wet the bed." >She starts to giggle a bit, and you feel the blood rushing to your face. "I-it's not funny!" >She sleepily wiggles her way out of the bed. >"Sure it isn't. And I'm Starswirl the Bearded." >You respond with a bit more force than was probably neccesary. "Can you just help me with the sheets?" >"Sure thing. Look, you're in the same boat as half of the fillies in Ponyville. No biggie." "I don't want to talk about it!" >She laughs again, pulling the thin comforter off of the bed. >You and League work like a well-oiled machine, pulling up the corners of the sheets in record time. >You decide to carry the sheets to the washing machine, after all you're the one that caused the problem in the first place. >You see League searching the closet as you exit the room. >The washing machine is down the corridor to your left, if you recall. >Right next to Twilight's room. >you gulp as you move through the castle. >Clip-clop. Clip-clop. >Every miniscule noise you make causes you to cringe inwardly. >You teter on the scale of freedom and incarceration. >Any small mistake could doom you. >You suck your chest entirely when you see a small flickering light emanating from beneath Twilight's door. >The quiet of the night allows you to barely distinguish the sound of a yawn and the light hum of magic. >Input action.
>>121486 Last one for tonight, I'm going to grab some peanut-butter pretzels and follow the filly. >No turning back at this point. >You pull the sheets down a bit with your teeth,stepping on the fabric. >You manage to get over to the machine and get the sheets in with no problem. >You can deal with the washing portion later, the most important thing right now is silence. >Without the sheets to mask your steps, you find yourself moving much slower. >You're sure to stray from the light as not to cast any shadows. >As you near the end of the corridor, you breathe a sigh of relief. >You did it. >You had avoided a potentially very hostile encounter. >You stride back into your room, seeing that League has already set the sheets back up and fallen asleep. >You don't blame her, yesterday was packed. >You climb back into bed once again, trying your best to fall asleep. >… >You don't feel all that tired. >Well, couldn't hurt to get a bit of reading done. >You grab Moon from your bedside table and light the lamp. >League doesn't seem to be irritated by the light, as she keeps on snoring. >She looks really cute asleep, her chest rising and falling in tune with her soft snoring, and her mane spread across the pillow. >It occurs to you that you probably look similar. >You dig into the book, distracting yourself from your life for a moment. >"Iron?! Are you insane?" >"I thought the-" >"No. I won't allow you to endanger the structure of this society with your recklessness." >[i]With a blast of pressurized air, the stallion was sent screaming into the infinite beyond of the ether. >Well, that's one way to kill off a character. >After a few more chapters, the book starts to do its trick. >You feel your eyelids growing heavy as you replace the piece of fabric you've been using as a bookmark. >You never liked waking up to the feeling of a book spine in your side. >Restoring the novel to its correct spot on the table, you scoot away from League. >You're not taking another risk with your bladder. >Your eyelids finally shut completely for the night. >… >"Get up! Get up! Get up!" >Input action.
Content for the content god! More story is coming at you tonight, so get ready for it! Anon gets a new friend, another filly new to the school. >be Anonymous >your dreams were cool >the setting was just a coffee shop, but Luna still showed up >instead of regular questioning, it felt more like an actual conversation too >these pastel cartoon horses and their friendship magic! >after a pleasant conversation with her and a few cups of nonexistent coffee, the dream unfortunately ends >oh well, she'll be back tomorrow >she always is >a while and a few less entertaining dreams later, you wake up to your alarm >you turn it off and go about your morning routine, noticing that this morning is much warmer than yesterday >good, you won't have to deal with cold >you get through your shower and go downstairs to eat breakfast >cereal again, nothing special >Twilight packed you lunch now that she's back >you thank her for it and go get the rest of your stuff for school >you make the walk, taking the scenic route, and make it to the school with a few minutes to spare >you take your usual spot on your favorite bench to wait out the bell and when it rings, you take your spot >when you do, you notice a new earth pony filly taking that spot near the front >she's got a light gray coat and a bright green mane with blue eyes >she also seems to be ignoring all the others around her, regardless of their conversations or attempts to be friendly >odd, considering every other foal you've seen has been quite open to conversation >well, besides you >you don't really count, though >you're still supposed to be a 22 year-old human male, after all >she still catches your attention just a bit >keeping an eye on her might be a good idea >so you do exactly that >Cheerilee ends up noticing her too, and does the whole procedure where she calls her up to the front of the room >"Would you like to introduce yourself?" >the filly scans the room before responding >"My name's Emerald Shine." >she calmly walks back to her seat after that, but not before locking eyes with you >huh >this "Emerald Shine" may be an interesting pony >you decide to not fall asleep during math today too, instead opting to think about some other issues >like how realistic a war breaking out would be >tensions are high, and the US has never been friendly to communists >NK hasn't exactly let go of how "Great Satan" split their country in the Korean War >but hopefully neither side is dumb enough to make the first strike >however, depending on who does, that could mean many things >US going first brings China in against them with Russia probably staying neutral, and NK going first pretty much brings everyone in against them except China who would stay neutral >if it was just a war between US and NK though, US beats them in every way >NK's only hope would be the nukes, so they would definitely come into play >wait, doesn't the US have missile defense systems? >wow, you're stupid for forgetting that >however, if NK is that smart, they might try something worse >a bioweapon would be terrible to deal with, but with quarantine procedures and medical science being what they are, it probably wouldn't be too damaging >not to mention that NK might also be risking their own population depending on when where and how it's used >no matter what, the Geneva Convention will probably be thrown out the window if this war happens >but has the Geneva Convention ever really mattered? >not that you can remember >fug >well, maybe you should try paying attention for once >"… Now, the formula we use to find the sides of a right triangle is A squared plus B squared equals C squared…" >nah, that's boring >it's not even fun math >physics is fun math >and this isn't physics >well, there's not much else to do so you pull out your phone again and play games under your desk >when the bell rings, you head back outside to your favorite bench >and figure out that you were followed there once you sit down >"Mind if I sit with you? You seem nice." >Emerald is looking at you with a neutral expression, not breaking eye contact >weird >well, like Machiavelli said, "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, and keep someone you don't know somewhere in between" >okay, he didn't say that last part >but it's not exactly the worst of ideas for figuring out Emerald here "Sure, I don't mind." >you scoot over a bit to give her some more space >"Thanks, uh…" >she appears to think for a second >"I'm sorry, I don't think I know your name yet." "Anonymous." >"Anonymous? That's a nice name. So, Anonymous, how are you?" >how are you? >could be better, but certainly not bad "I'm pretty okay right now. How about you?" >"I'm not too bad either." >from there, you two sit in silence through the rest of recess
>>121505 >when you get back inside, you begin to feel a bit bad for judging Emerald so quickly >sure, she may act a bit weird, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't when you were this age >other than that, she probably isn't that bad >probably just a bit nervous about being at a new school >it would probably be a good idea to help her get welcomed, and Twilight would probably give you a gold star for making a friend or something >not that you aren't making friends now, though >Luna and Spike are both pretty cool, but Twilight might not count them >that's stupid, they're your best friends here! >they're also your only friends here >point taken >yeah, making friends with Emerald might be a good idea >alright, let's hope Machiavelli wasn't wrong >the rest of science goes about as fast as math, but you start to pay attention in history because grades >this is less interesting than other lessons, it's just about the whole situation with Nightmare Moon and the political/economic fallout that resulted >still, the fact that Equestria nearly fell into a civil war over this was something interesting >not sure when you'll get tested on this, but hopefully this information is interesting enough to remember until then >oh well >when the lesson's over, the bell rings for lunch >this time, you wait for Emerald to get up and walk out with her >both of you end up walking back to your bench, where you two sit back in your spots with your food >you open your bag to find more leftover pasta >Twilight is a godsend >you look over to Emerald who has a sandwich >she's definitely enjoying it with how fast she's eating it >you dig in to your spaghetti with the same vigor, finishing it quickly "So, how was your food?" >"Pretty good, my mom makes the best sandwiches. How about yours?" "I enjoyed it, pasta's my favorite." >you put the container that held the spaghetti back in your bag and she throws out her garbage >"So, how long have you been at this school?" >odd question, but not too weird "Since last week, why do you ask?" >"Well, I guess I'm just nervous about being new here and all." "Don't worry, it's not that bad. There are a few foals that aren't the best to be near, but stick with me and they won't cause you any problems." >she smiles brightly at you >"Thanks, Anonymous. Can you also show me around town? I haven't been here very long and I'm afraid I might get lost on the way home." >you don't see why you can't, and it would also give you something to do after school "Sure, I'll help you out. Maybe we can even hang out some more?" >"Yeah, that sounds fun." >you two again sit in silence for the rest of lunch, only this time it's a bit less awkward >when you go back inside for writing, you two again part ways >the writing lesson is easy again, and you finish it in plenty of time to keep writing down your green >where were you, again? >right, Celestia saw your dick >you write until you get to the trip home, leaving out the less interesting bits for the most part before the bell rings >you pack up your stuff and wait outside for Emerald to show up >after a few seconds, she joins you outside "Ready to go?" >"Yep!" "Alright, I'll show you all the important places." >you two set about on your trip around town and you show her Town Hall, Sugarcube Corner, and a few other places that you considered important >it wasn't as long or as gay of a tour as Spike gave you >at least, you don't think it is >when you finish showing her the last place on your list, you ask her a question "Anywhere else you'd like to see before going home?" >Emerald thinks for a second >"I heard that Princess Twilight lives here. Do you know where her castle is?" >yes you do "As a matter of fact, yes. Would you like to see it?" >she gets very excited before forcing herself to calm down some >"I'd love to!" >so you head back to the castle with Emerald following you >when you two get there, she can't help but marvel at the size of it >"Whoahhh… It's so tall!" >you never really looked at the castle very much before, but when you look up yourself you see that it's very tall >it almost makes you light-headed to look that far up >you both are interrupted by the door opening >"Hey Anon, who's that with you? >it's Spike "Hey Spike, this is Emerald Shine. She's new at the school and asked me to show her around, so I did." >"Cool, Twilight will be happy to hear you've made a friend." >Spike goes back inside and you turn back to Emerald, who now has a stunned expression on her face "Emerald? You alright?" >she stares at you for a few more seconds before speaking >"Do you live here?" >she's intuitive "Yeah, I'm staying here until I can go back home. Anywhere else you want to see before you have to go home?" >"Can you show me around the castle?" >you think about this >you should probably ask Twilight first, just in case "I'm not sure if Twilight would be okay with it, but I'll ask her for you and tell you tomorrow." >she looks a bit sad at this, but ultimately accepts it >"Okay then, my parents are expecting me home soon anyway. See you tomorrow!" >you wave goodbye to Emerald as she heads off, and you go inside yourself once you can't see her anymore
Taking the shortcut could save you a decent amount of time, but it could also mean falling out of the tree, getting stung by bees, or both. None of those option sound fun. Your gut is telling you to take the safe way, but somehow, you find yourself being drawn closer and closer towards the shortcut. You try to use your future sight, hopefully to see if this is a dumb idea, but it doesn't seem to come to you. Maybe you're too stressed out, or maybe those gut feelings you were getting were your future sight. Either way, you've been climbing your way through the shortcut this entire time. So has Applejack, it seems.
The two of you make it past some of the thinner branches just fine, but find yourselves jumping to the next level up to avoid going onto any of the less stable part of the tree. Unfortunately in doing so, you end up kicking the bee hive off the branch. It falls to the ground, and both you and Applejack freeze as you make your way on top of a veranda near the highest window in the house. It's still not at the top of the tree, but somehow you don't think you can focus on your race anymore as the hive busts open, and a swarm of angry bees emerges.
>>121503 Jump off the bed and stand at attention as if you were at revue in the army, complete with salute. [ 1d100 = 100 ]
>>121508 >>121510 It's like you're not even giving us a choice. Anything else we do would be idiotic, suicidal, psychotic, or a combination of the three.
>>121507 Nice OC! Hopefully she doesn't form a deep emotional bond with Anon and then tragically perish, sending him on a mental rollercoaster.
>>121555 Trips command it. >You had just gotten home from you job at the local supermarket with a couple cartons of ice cream. >Friday was behind you, and the weekend was ahead of you. >Setting the bag on the table absentmindedly, you hear the tinkling of broken glass. >Oh shit. >You run into your room, looking everywhere for her. >If something happened to the filly… >Glancing over at the bed, you sigh in relief. >She's looking over at you sleepily. >"Don't just stand there you faggot, call 911." >You nod, fumbling to get your cheap flip phone out of your pocket. >Damn thing takes forever to turn on. "What happened?" >"Some fucking druggie broke the window and started stealing shit. When I tried to stop him…" >As she trails off, you see that the sheets are stained with blood. >Your phone finally on, you dial 911 and mumble something about paramedics and a break-in. >You rush into the bathroom, grabbing a large adhesive bandage and some rubbing alcohol. "Can you lift up you hoof?" >She winces in pain but obliges, allowing you to lift the sheets. >The motherfucker stabbed her, and it was a deep wound. >You swallow your anger and focus on your friend's predicament, carefully applying the rubbing alcohol with the sheet. >You know the bandage won't be nearly enough, but you stick it on anyway. >She gives you a small smile. "Thanks." "A-anything for my filly." >You didn't notice the tears streaming down your face. >"Hey, you're killing the mood. I know you brought home some ice cream." >You force a smile, grabbing the two cartons of Ben and Jerry's along with a couple of spoons, not even bothering with bowls. >By the time you're back, she's already put in your 'Classy music Vol. I' cassette tape. "Very funny." >She grins, taking the carton and popping the top off with her teeth. >The blood-loss has fucked with her hoof-eye coordination, so you just wrap you arms around her and start feeding her. >"Ya'know this is pretty gay, right?" She giggles. "If this is gay, I don't want to be straight." >You can feel her labored heartbet through her chest. >Come on… the first responders should be here by now. >"Look, if I die…" "You're not going to die here." >"But if I do, I wanted to thank you. No snarky bullshit, no sexual jokes, you're the only reason being the filly has been halfway enjoyable." >You run your fingers through her mane. "You don't need to thank me. How often do you get the chance to care for best OC?" >She smiles, eyes fluttering. >"See you in Equestria." >You just hold her, ignoring the blood getting all over your supermarket uniform as her heartbeat slows, and then stops. >The paramedics knock on the door moments later. ~Fin
>>121576 i would fucking spend my life finding that nigger to give him the same, then join my filly accordingly why you gotta make me feel like this, man
"Because they are sadistic beasts, there are many tales about them playing or torture their prey. They also seem to have quite the ego. There is an example of ponies that managed to escape one but later was followed by it. It is like their pride is hurt and they have to gain it back. Although, I don't know how much of it is truth and how much is exaggerated. What is certain though is that the same is not said about either dragons or ursas." >As Starswirl talked you had looked at the path the hydra had taken to the cliff. It wasn't just because it had left prints through the grass and into the soil below, it was how a road, granted uneven with it has many stumps, tree-roots, logs and big branches, had been created. The trees that stood to the side of where the hydra had been contrasted the area where it had been since everything in the hydra's path had been demolished. It was also clear that it was the hydra who had done it since the branches that lied on the ground had still green leaves. An interesting thought, you deemed it that at least, came to you as you observed and listened to Starswirl.
"Master, do you think that the demolition of the trees is part of its ego? Like, it is trying to show how strong it is by tearing down these trees," you asked.
"You mean like a display of power. Yes, that sounds reasonable. I am impressed Sombra. Well, done!" >He seemed to get some kind of genuine autistic happiness surge through his body. He smiled warmly at you and nodded. You could feel yourself blsuh for praise.
>>121828 Is she gonna be laying down? Standing? Posable? >ywn hold filly close to you at night >ywn stroke her back and kiss her snoot >ywn spoon with her, pressing your body against hers as close as you can >ywn rub her little tummy while you kiss the back of her head >ywn idly play her her teats while you lie together in bed >ywn sensually run you fingers along the outside of her vulva, touching her, feeling her, loving her >ywn barely part her lips and slip your finger just a little bit of the way in >ywn tease her clit You are the closest to the dream. A god among men. You're gonna do lewd things to her, yea? >without bottles wat
You down at the ground and watch as the bees rapidly ascend the tree. This was not your idea of how the race should turn out.
"NO, NO, NOT THE BEES!"
Quickly, you open up a window and jump into the house, landing right on Velvet's bed, just inches away from her. Applejack follows soon after, being smart enough to realize that victory isn't worth bees. >"Quick, somepony shut the window!"
Unfortunately, the window is a bit higher up than you'd like. Fortunately, Mama Velvet has magic, and she quickly slams it shut just before the bees can enter the house, leaving the angry swarm just outside the window to fester. If you could see their faces, you'd imagine they'd be pretty pissed.
<<"Well so much for your race. How about I fix you girls up some hot cocoa?"
"Sounds good, Mama."
Velvet heads downstairs to the kitchen, leaving you alone on her bed with Applejack. >"Now what?"
>>121870 Top kek. You said bottles and I thought "Wait a minute. Bottles? Like for… nah!" Fucking dying that I was right. Shit, I wanna suck my little ponies teats as much as the next guy, but that's just ruining it right there.
I'm like, not jealous or anything exactly. I don't resent you and I'm not mad or anything, but holy shit I wish I had what you did right now. Or will, I guess. Go speed you magnificent bastard. So the design is done and now she needs to get put together, yea?
>>121879 yup, though who knows how long that'd take. i understand what you mean, though when i saw the first anonfilly plush i got super fuckin jealous, but now i understand the guy. well, i think i do, i can't speak for him, but i'm posting so i can share the filly, not so i can rub it in or anything. when i realized that anonfilly is my true waifu, i decided that $1300 was more than worth it. as it is though, im starting to question my ability to pay the rest of it, i still have $900 in plush debt hanging over my neet ass also, the other pic
>>121503 Since I'm pretty beat right now, I'll probably leave it as this for the night. Sorry for the short update, yadda yadda yadda. >Jumping out of bed, you stand at attention, giving League a salute. >And then promptly fall over. "Ugh… water…" >Your brimming headache hadn't been helped by that sudden burst of activity. >League doesn't seem to be fazed by the alcohol for some reason, because she disappears into your bathroom to retrive a cupfull. >You eye the cup you drank from last night warily, but take a long sip from it without a problem. >League washed out all of the booze, so it's comfortably drinkable. >Looking over at the clock, you see that it's almost 7:00 in the morning. >Input action. Let me clarify, what you choose to happen here will be your plan for the rest of the day, so consider every detail. That or just list something that'll take all day, I have more plot planned after this, so I might honestly breeze over Sunday unless you all can come up with something interesting or productive. The day is your oyster. Impress me.
>>121883 >Shit, please tell me you don't still live at home? m-maybe honestly i dont know how my family will take seeing me with a big filly, my daki is bad enough as it is
>>121911 >not only does he order a plushie, complete with horse vag and crotch tits >Not only does he still live with his family >He plans on letting his family see this
>>121881 and comparison pic, forgot to add this too, damn it i gotta get used to this multi pic thing >>121912 >>121913 >>121914 well i mean the plan is for them not to see it, i'm hoping that filly's tail will be enough to keep the horse bits covered, but there wasnt a fuckin way in hell i was going to shell out a grand on a plush and NOT have horse pussy and tits on it i just wonder how long it'll take until they find out
Okay, imagine you're the father of a child He is grown He has income, more than enough to move out Instead he keeps living under your roof, spending extreme amounts of said income on horse pussy
That is a feel I hope I never have to experience Please do a good job of hiding that shit, not just to protect yourself from embarrassment Do it for your family
>>121917 well i mean i don't really have enough to move, my plush money's all from day trading. i'm planning on getting the plush, then a fun. still haven't gotten a job yet obviously, but i'm looking at working at a hospital soon, fuckin hopefully. though i'm glad my dad doesn't live here, 'cause i don't think he'd take 13 plushies, a daki and my neet ass living here as well as my mom does. to put it into perspective, yesterday my mom barged into the room and said, "LET'S GO TO SANIC, NIGGA!" she's not really the nagging or arguing type with these kinds of things. plenty of patience for my autism.
>>121922 Clarify what shit, we have the Potassium Chloride, but lack Sulfur and Carbon, the latter likely being in the form of activated charcoal as was implied. We can't waltz into a hospital and steal meds, and we need to figure out where the Sulfur is since Lone didn't clarify.
>>121927 >takes you from your world by causing a natural disaster and transporting you before you hit the ground >Turns you into a filly against your will >Breaks your ribs when you fail to kiss her ass and thank her despite all this >Probably has something to do with the other fillies around town disappearing
>>121915 Absolute fucking madman. >tfw no horsefucker roommate to order lewd plushes and funs with There's gotta be like, one chick out there who'd be freak enough to move in with us, right?
>>121906 Applehorse was awfully evasive about Applebloom and was clearly hiding something about it If she died from strange illness after a fieldtrip in the Everfree, why keep up the facade of the possibility of her coming back home when Anon was being a fucking dick Things don't quite add up and there is obviously another piece to the puzzle you aren't seeing It would probably be good to know what that is. Maybe go spy on her and see what information you might be able to get about that. Maybe ask Rainbow Dash if she knows where Scootaloo has been and see if her reaction is similar to AJ
Before all of that though go visit Sweetie Belle and make sure she's okay She'd probably be interested in finding out what really happened to her friends
Haven't bothered rolling for a while for any of these stories and forgot how so forgive me while I fuck up probably
Alright fags, it's real filly hours! So, are you ready for a fucking update niBBas? Cause I've got one for you all! Sorry about that stupid opener, I haven't done enough shitposting today. Still though, here you go. >when you're inside, you're greeted by a smiling purple >"So, how was your day?" >she already knows judging by the look on her face "Pretty alright, I didn't fall asleep in class for once." >just because she knows doesn't mean you're just going to outright tell her >"Did anything unusual happen? You know, like a new student showing up?" >yep, she's going to pry it out of you if it kills you both >it's still pretty amusing to be just a bit of a cunt about it though >but not too much of a cunt, there's a fine line between banter and just being unpleasant "Now that I think about it, there was a new filly." >Twilight's starting to lose her smile >"And how is she?" "Hmm… She's alright, I guess." >she drops the smile entirely >"Anon, Spike already told me. You might as well just say it." >bingo "Well, if you already know, then I guess I don't have to keep messing with you. Yeah, I guess I made a friend at school for once." >"That's great! I'm glad you're finally making friends, it shows that you're able to adapt to this situation!" "But I'm already on good terms with Spike, and Luna's being cool too. What makes this one so special?" >she looks surprised for a second before responding >"Spike doesn't count because you live with him, and Luna? I didn't even know you were in contact with her! How long has this been happening?" "For a few days, she visits me at night and we either have a conversation, explore my dreams, or both." >now that you say that out loud, it sounds pretty creepy >but Luna's pretty much a friend at this point and has seen everything you could do, so what does it matter? >it probably matters for some ethical reason, but you can't be asked to think about that now >"But still, this is your first school friend! This is a pretty big milestone!" >looks like she forgot just how old you are again "Are you implying I didn't have friends at home?" >Twilight looks embarrassed again >"Sorry, it's just easy to forget who you are while you're in that body." >that's right, you had friends! >no, you HAVE friends >you're getting home even if it kills you! >"Anyway, what's her name?" >oh, right >the Princess of Friendship™ is asking you about your new Friend™ "Her name's Emerald Shine. Apparently she just moved here, but I'm not sure where she came from. Also, is it okay if she comes over tomorrow? She asked about it, and I didn't know if you'd be okay with it." >Twilight considers this for all of a second before replying >"Of course she can come over, I'll even pull out some board games for you two. Just remember your cover story if you're asked about anything, and you'll be fine." >alright, one less thing you need to worry about >you're sure Emerald will be ecstatic tomorrow "Cool. Now that that's out of the way, what's for dinner?" >Twilight starts thinking again before speaking >"Well, I'm not sure. However, this seems like a special occasion, so I know we're definitely going somewhere and wherever it is will be a surprise for you. Does that answer your question?" >not really "Yeah, I guess." >you go off to your room to do something while Twilight goes off to do something else >when you get there, you drop your bag off and pull out your phone >not to play games, though >instead you go to your saved images and scroll through >looking at pictures of you and your family >it gives you some major feels, but it also helps you remember what you're doing here >you're trying to get home >so then why does it feel like you're not going to? >no, that isn't an option! >Twilight is giving you the best opportunity out there to get back, and she's also enlisted the closest thing to pony God there is to help you >you push away the bad feelings and turn them into all the determination you need to make it back as you put your phone back down >looking around your room, you notice that you've never actually looked at any of the books on your shelf >well then >so you look at some of the books that you can reach, trying to find anything that catches your eye >you really don't, it's mostly nonfiction and the few fiction books you see are historical fiction >ew >looks like you're not reading today >so you go back to your phone and play more games since you can >it's not like there's anything else to do
>>121939 >be Twilight >Anon made a friend and you got him to tell you without having to physically pull it out of him >he also told you that Luna was paying him nightly visits >from what you can tell though, Luna doesn't get out much either >it might be good for both of them >but he made a friend in school today, and that's what matters! >you aren't a useless princess! >suck it, self-doubt! >not that you're completely useless, it's just your title >"Princess of Friendship" >sure, friendship got you to where you are now, but if your title's supposed to be based off of your skills then wouldn't "Princess of Magic" have worked better? >that's just your two bits, though >you didn't get any input in the creation of your title, you just got the wings and shiny things associated with it >not that you're complaining, being able to fly helps out a lot in daily life >but back to the matter at hand, your train of thought's derailed enough >you've got to tell Pinkie something about Anon's surprise party today >so you teleport off to Sugarcube Corner to tell her >when you get there, you immediately find Pinkie standing behind the counter >"Heya, Twi! What brings you over? The party doesn't start for another few hours!" "Hi Pinkie, I came over to tell you that Anonymous made a friend today at school with a new filly." >"Oh, you mean that filly who moved here with her older sister? The one with a green mane and blue eyes?" >that matches the description Spike gave you, Pinkie must have already met her "Actually, that sounds like her. Have you already met her?" >"Yeah, they showed up yesterday night from the southern train. It seemed like they were in a bit of a hurry, but they still had enough time for me to say hi!" >from the southern train in a hurry? >huh, kinda makes you think "Well, since you know her, have you already given her an invitation to Anon's party?" >"Yep! I saw her walking from school after she was done touring with Nonny, and I gave her an invitation!" >well alrighty then, that takes care of that "I guess you already took care of it, then. Thanks!" >Pinkie smiles at you and giggles >"No problem! You wanna stick around and see what I've set up so far?" >you might as well, it probably won't take too long "I don't see why I can't, go ahead!" >be Anonymous >you decided to play cards again with Aryanne and Hitler >somehow, this only made you lose harder >how are a pair of plush toys controlled by you still winning!? >fucking card counting! >eventually you get fed up with it and decide to check the time >it's about 5:00 >you've managed to kill a couple of hours in a less-than-fun way >maybe you should see what Spike's up to? >you fold your hand, leaving the two of them to figure out who wins at texas hold'em >you only had a pair anyways >you head back down to Spike's room where you find him sitting with his Rarara plush "Hey, what's up?" >he jumps again at your voice, dropping the plush >"Dude, you gotta start giving me a warning before you show up." >you smirk and laugh internally at this "Sure thing, m8. I don't want to ruin your quality time with Rarity, after all…" >he blushes and glares at you >this only brings your laughter out "I'm messing with you, don't blow a fuse. How are ya?" >he calms down a bit >"Well, I was fine." >all this over some banter? >rip, my dude >well, in his defense, you did get pretty butthurt when he insulted Hitler >that's not important, though "Okay, I'm sorry. Now, you want to go do something? I'm tired of losing card games." >he looks confused about the second part, but ultimately responds >"Sure, I suppose we could go do something. Anything you want to do in particular?" >you think, and eventually come to an answer "Wanna play cards?" >"Didn't you just say you were tired of losing at card games, though?" "Yeah, I don't think I'll lose if I play against a real opponent though." >this only makes him more confused >"Who were you playing with that you lost to and wasn't a real opponent!?" "Not important. I'll go get the cards, be back in a second!" >true to your words, you run back up to your room, grab the cards, and run back down >you also didn't drop any of them! >gold star! >you put the cards on Spike's bed and climb up there with him "Alright, what game do you want to play?" >"How about Go Fish?" >sounds good "Alright, do you play with five or seven cards?" >"Seven." >at least he knows how to play the game right >as you finish dealing out the cards, Twilight enters the room >"Alright you two, I've figured out what's for dinner. Let's go!" >so much for your card game >"Okay, I'm pretty hungry anyway." >guess we're leaving "Cool, what is it?" >Twilight looks at you with an interesting glint in her eyes >"I told you, it's a surprise. You'll just have to wait." >and so you three leave for your surprise dinner somewhere, you fully expecting Twilight to have just picked some average restaurant around here
>>121958 >>Using the non-existence of a cartoon filly as an excuse to smoke i don't, faggot, it just calms me down. having a filly to pet would make it a lot easier.
"I have a theory for what happened here. The bugbear flew up from its resting spot and took a sip in the nearest watercourse that must reside somewhere near because hydra's always stays near water. It was discovered by the hydra, the hydra damaged its wings so it could not fly away or attack successfully and then the bugbear tried to flee. The hydra then mockingly pursued and torn down the trees at the same time in a display of power until the bugbear was finally caught at the cliff since it no longer could escape by flying. I will just need to verify that it took this path by moving away the debris and find some paw print or something. But I think we both had enough for today. Let start moving towards hayseed swamp." >You walked up to Sombra, who seemed to be relieved to leave. You two teleported down the cliff. You brought out a map out of your right saddelbag and compass. You began to work out a fitting route. As you and Sombra walked in the direction corresponding to the route, you noticed a small trail of red dots leading in about the same general direction as you were. It was a blood trail some wounded animal. >You began to follow the trail backward, away from the original route, because you had seen that the blood spill had decreased further ahead. You and Sombra arrived back at clearing next to the mountain wall where you were before but at a different spot this time. >Here the blood trail and the blood loss was larger and you could clearly see the prints of whatever that had been injured. Your heart jerked at the realization. The prints on the ground were of pony hooves. >Sombra looked at you with shock in his eyes. You told him to step down with one of his hooves to compare. Naturally, he complied and you saw that his hoof was a bit bigger. It couldn't have been a too young foal who had managed to outrun a hydra. Maybe a filly.
"Sombra, change of plans. This child needs us. We will rescue it."
>>121906 >>121924 >Only hospitals have charcoal Come on, someone has to have a taste for (vegetarian) barbecue. Maybe there's a kiln in the area. If you can't find anything like that you can go for a walk into the woods and burn some charcoal yourself.
>>121940 I like how you give the characters personality.
>>121913 >>121919 >Meanwhile, people around the world scrimp and save every last penny for education or investment, with their parents encouraging useful trades and languages
>>122000 Hospitals keep activated charcoal, which is almost 100% carbon. Charcoal for barbeques and the like has added accelerants to make it easier to use for cooking. The latter option will result in a poor quality powder.
>>122073 I think he said $1300 or something. Maybe once it's all done we can put in a /mlpol/ bulk order for a discount price since the plush maker will already have the template and the experience building it. Or maybe Anon will just have to share.
>>122083 I want to be the filly and rub my clit against another anonfilly's clit as we make out while simultaneously getting bred by a pair of anoncolts
>>122014 >denial fuck off fag, ive gone on this far by not denying anything about my situation. i know why im stuck here and why i do what i do, as well as why it'll stay that way. i don't fucking smoke because i can't be with her, i smoke because my fucking back hurts, and it clears my head, and for those reasons it helps me to sleep.
>>122113 Fellow smoker here You're full of shit You smoke because you want to at the end of the day Quitting sucks but I've half ass done it a few times when hitting rock bottom and not being able to afford it for long periods
It's not as hard to stop as you pretend it is if you truly want to quit You like smoking so you smoke, stop making excuses for it
You try to think of something to do. It seems like half the ponies who are normally here have gone off somewhere. No Cadance or Shining Armor, no Night Light… you don't see Twilight either, but there's a chance she's probably just in the room. Or she could be out making more friends. That would be rather disappointing if she got ahead of you on the first day, but you're pretty sure a +3 lead is nothing to snuff at, especially when two of the ponies you've befriended today are ponies that were supposed to be her friends in the show. It's almost as if you're just better at being a filly than her.
This gives you an idea. You quickly grab a pillow and throw it onto the floor next to you, and jump onto it.
"The floor is lava!"
A mischievous smile pops up on Applejack's face. She grabs a blanket from underneath her and throws it forward towards the edge of the stairs, and then slowly rides it down to the level of Shining and Cadance's room.
Oh that does it.
You reach over to the bed and just manage to grab the other pillow and use it to slowly make your way over to her, repeating a process of tossing a new platform, jumping to it, and picking up your old one. This eventually manages to bring you down the stairs, but it seems you've tossed your platform a bit too far this time, making it impossible to pick up your old one.
Applejack has already gone down the second flight of stairs, but you are down one pillow. What will you do?
>>122122 >Quality Content.png >he doesn't know that we make sure all of the actual content and discussion goes in the thread or maybe he does and he's just trying to dismantle the anonfilly community from the inside
>>122129 I can only think of one Britfag that devious, but it's already been confirmed it's not him. I think our real perpetrator is just fucking around, as they always do.
>>122159 the pair of fillies make out and press the front parts of their pussies together, and each filly has a colt thrusting his horsecock in and out of her horsepussy, causing their clits to rub together
>>122159 Well, I always imagined that you'd have two fillies stomach to stomach, either side by side or one on top of the other, and then each of the would be getting bred by a colt from behind. Basically, it'd just be group sex where everybody's junk would be touching.
Hey guys, sorry I'm not going to put out an update today. I wasn't able to get much writing done because I started meds for something and the side effects had me freaking out for a couple hours over how bad things could go. Long story short, I'm fine and you all should get it by tomorrow assuming nothing bad surprises me.
>>122166 The only words in this thread that I haven't seen before are pulchritudinous and balustrade Kudos to you for your exquisitely sesquipedalian lexicon
and shame on me for failing to triple-check my post before sending it twice
Translation: >The best speech is succinct, sincere, and simple. Say what you mean, don't lie, and don't over-complicate it. >An expanded lexicon only alienates an audience, though it's fun for alliterative aphorisms. If you use too many big words, you'll probably confuse everyone who's listening. Nonetheless, it can be fun to abuse your vocabulary for poetic purposes.
>>122203 >the fours are facing the wrong way I can't believe I never noticed that Now it makes a lot more sense >tfw duncefilly.jpg has already been posted ITT >mfw no face
https://pastebin.com/S4qqxY2y honestly i'd just been hit with a lack of motivation, but that's been changing lately. if ya'll read the last post i made, disregard it, cause it was shit >As a shudder runs down your back, you feel your mind plagued by the same thoughts. >They all crash down on you, bringing you down further and further… >You deserve to be alone. >You're not worth this filly's help, even to just be here. >Equestria… it wasn't meant for you. >A grand opportunity, a utopia of smiles and magic. >But here you are, trapped in the same cycle of self pity and sadness that you'd always been in before. >Your mind races, your body aches. >It should've happened. >It should've been over already. >Maybe if you had waited, o-or done it sooner… >Nobody would have found out, nobody would have cared. >They shouldn't… >Your thoughts stop in their tracks as you feel something warm. >Before your mind can process it, you feel your body being embraced. >S…someone's hugging you. >SHE's hugging you. >"I know you don't mean that, Anon… I know you don't." >Suddenly the cold of the room vanishes. >You feel her hooves around your sides, hugging you tightly. >With her wings, she pulls the sheets up and over herself, settling on top of you and using them to wrap around you. >You're frozen. >Your mind shuts down. >"I might not exactly know how you feel, but I know more than anybody else here does. I'm not going to leave you." >Those last few words hit you like a freight train. >Her warmth spreads across your whole body, the gentle, grassy scent of her mane filling your head. >She squeezes and rubs your back with her hooves gently. >"You might not see it yet… but you ARE worth something. We've both been given a new chance here, for whatever reason. I don't want to just watch you throw it away like this." >Your eyes start to water up again, and finally, some words come to you. "I… I never asked for it, though. I-I don't deserve it…" >"Well I never asked to be a small horse girl either, but we're here anyways. And because of that, you clearly do… I mean, who knows, you could've always ended up a frog or something back on Earth, we just don't know." >A small smile crosses your face at that. >You would've been a very angry frog. >Silence fills the air for a moment. >She sighs softly. >"I-I… look, I know it was selfish of me, doing what I did. I mean, I thought about getting rid of the pills before, and I know you're old enough to make your own choices, but I still went, a-and…" >A shuddery breath leaves you, and she pulls away slightly, just to see your face. >Tears run down her cheeks as she shivers slightly. >"I j-just… I don't want to be alone." >Her gaze turns from you. >"I did try fitting in as a filly, mingled with Twilight and the ponies, but… I never felt I belonged." >She glances up at you again. >"B-but when I met you, found that I wasn't the only one… I… I have hope, that by your side, things can get better."
>>122217 I could just pick up the net in one hand and the spring in the other and save both, and if they're a far distance apart I could just toss the spring to the filly while I go save the babby or just use telekenesis and/or friendship magic to save each of them from their poorly-drawn demise fuck (you) and fuck ur """dilemma"""
>>122217 well seeing how they're both anons, you'd think the anonbabby would think to swing out of the way, seeing how the thing is not much bigger than her. filly is pretty fucked though, you have to intervene there
>>122217 Force filly to sign a contract in order to save her life.
Under the agreement of this contract, Anonfilly willingly accept that Anon, is her master in exchange for her life. Breaking this contract will result in a $140,000 fine and 5 years in prison. As her owner, Anonfilly is forced to follow Anon's whims as long as it will not damage her health. This contract remain valid until 20 years after the contract have been signed. The first foal born under Anonfilly will be put under the ownership of Anon permanently. Please read Terms and Conditions for more information.
After saving her, perform >rape on her 2 time.
This will allow me to have my own filly as a personal slave for my own use, and another filly to replace the Anonbabby. Sure, the original babby might die, but a replacement will work just as well. Anonfilly get saved, Anonbabby get replaced, and I get my own filly. Everybody wins!
>>122217 >"Why Anon? Why couldn't you save me?" "Because OP is a faggot."
>>122218 Alright, that's it. I put up with the lack of guns and the knife bins, I put up with the fucking moslems, but this is too far. I unconditionally hate all Brtbongs now, and I hope your country and people are destroyed.
>>122232 You nonwhites and your conception of life as fundamentally worthless and replaceable disturbs me.Though in your defense, there are plenty of white """people""" who would agree. They make me uncomfortable too.
>>122234 Shh, the filly doesn't know, just let her think my useless piece of paper is dangerous, it's for her own good(you can tell I don't know shit about law, that why I hire a lawyer dammit)
>>122206 By the by, for inspiration to write a pony that's not entirely there I recommend reading "A Very Happy and Sunny Life" and "Oh to be Old Again." Neither one is suicidal but the way their written conveys mental disorder in an entertaining manner. It might be helpful for pity party fics.
Seems like the perfect opportunity to try out writing a short green and probably fucking up along the way. >Be Anon >You're in Equestria for…reasons. >But that's a different story altogether. >You're walking along in the park when you see an Anonbabby and Anonfilly in a particularly precarious situation. >Anonbabby is tied up with a rope, and is being lowered slowly into a vat of lava, while Anonfilly is going to be crushed in a trash compactor in a few minutes. >Why these are here of all places, much less how these Anons got into this situation, confounds you. >You can't even see where Anonbabby's rope is connected to. >The sky? >The sun? >Whatever. >Equestria is weird. >You see a net beside the vat of lava and a spring in front of the compactor. >Oh, it's one of these situations. >Filly cries out to you. >"Just hurry up, faget, and save me!" >nou.jpeg >Babby then cries out as well. >"Don't call him a faget, faggot! Anon, help me!" >You think on it. >Anonbabby seems like less of a faget. >Buuuuuuuuuuuuut Anonfilly is bigger, fluffier, and better to cuddle with. >Meanwhile, they both slowly get closer to their demise. >"HURRY UP!" "Fiiiiiiiiine." >You grab the spring and stop the compactor before it can turn Anonfilly into paste. >As you turn to leave, Anonbabby yells angrily after you. >"Hey! What about ME!? Can't you save us both!?" >You turn to look at her. >She's a good two feet yet above the vat. >And moving at about an inch a minute. >Must have been like that so you could find them in time. >Net seems sturdy, too, and is still just laying there waiting to be used. >"Well?" >You walk up to the Anonbabby, who has crossed her forelegs while waiting for your answer. >To her surprise, instead of grabbing the net, you just shrug. "Can't. It's out of my hands." >She looks floored right now. >"WHY!?" >You lean in, as close as you can without burning your tie in the lava, and whisper to her. "Because OP is a faggot."
>>122347 >>She's a good two feet yet above the vat. >>And moving at about an inch a minute. That gives you a good 24 minutes to go find another anon to game the system and go save Anonbabby
>>122484 >implying a filly has access to ponk when they're shitposting on a canadian nazi horsefucking forum that split off from a mongolian basketweaving board
>>122525 more points towards my argument >tfw ywn be sitting alone on your computer and have ponk teleport into your room >tfw swn give you a routine hello as you turn around, completely shocked >tfw swn give you a hug from behind before teleporting somewhere else >tfw ywn keep this memory in your heart forever as a moment of brightness in your life
>>122345 >Tfw you ll never get a tsundere filly to do >Image with her Why did you have to remind me of that anon?
>>122427 >Who do you think put them there? >Yet, as that anon's warning went to deaf ears, you rushed in to help >After getting close enough you noticed none of the contraptions were moving >And instead of being scared, both fillies were in a melodic REEing >Confused, you get closer to inspect whats going on >But as you get close to the middle of the scene, a purple ray shoots at you from the sky >>You re hit square in the chest and the force knocks you back >You close your eyes as the pain from hitting the back of your head overloads your senses >When you open your eyes everything seems bigger and theres a purple horse caressing your chest fluff with her hoof >Man that feels goo-! >Wait, you dont have chest fluff, you re not aAAAAAAAAAAAA- >Anon passed out >You, Twilight, have been planning this for ages >Getting the first filly was easy >The second not so much, but he was gullibe enough >But lately it seemed like every Anon only wanted to stay with the fillies, not even looking at you >Either out of fear of you or for sharing your views about the fillies >They just look so cute, delicate and boopable >But now you got a third one to your collection >Not counting the ones that managed to run away >But you know this is the one >He wont reject you this time >There s only so much a(n adoptive) mom's heart can take >But Celestia as your witness you ll get one of them to accept you >Even if you have to make them all into fillies
>>122564 >Brazil produced some decent green for once >some decent green for once >for once >Im the only hue who has ever dropped green after the move I just wanted filly senpai to notice me…
>>122572 Sounds like you're trying to salvage a bad idea, but I'll bite. If she was born naturally, how the fuck would she come by 4chan culture in an alternate universe? And don't say it was Anon's doing, because as far as we know, the talent would be decided from birth with the name, so she would have to exist entirely independent from chan culture and our world.
>>122578 Nonsense, the best ideas come out of the worst states of mind. Just write them down, collapse, and then look over them in the morning when you have a clear head.
>>122572 Only way i can ever see "Fillyanon" working is if that was a nickname she choose to use after meeting anon and for some reason wanting to be like him tbh And then Anon becomes a filly himself, and said filly thinks its another Anon fan, being amazed by the way the "new" filly can imitate anon so well too
>>122589 We need more of that. There was that one guy that was doing his thing back in the beginning, but then /mlpol/ ate his RAM. Should have downloaded more…
>>122591 >>122594 I have a shit tier computer too so I can kind of understand but there is always the, "last 50 posts" button for when it gets too bad
This site still needs to be better optimized though, I still find myself having to restart the browser after a while. It just progressively eats more and more memory no matter what.
>>122598 She's Lyra's cousin, she probably had a fucked up childhood, she wears a hat with 'Anon' Printed on it over a heart, and she wants to fuck Anon's brains out. Or just be with him lovingly, depends on writefag interpretation.
>>122600 >Fix it through Task manager Sure Because task manager has a button that magically makes applications stop leaking memory Don't be retarded
Seriously though I went like a week without coming here and was able to leave FF running pretty much 24/7 with no issues I start coming here again and at least once a day I need to restart firefox so it definitely has something to do with mlpol
>>122604 It's not just /mlpol/. It's some combination of the autoupdate thread function and Firefox. Any chan with said function that I accidentally leave on a tab will have me at ~75% physical memory used (on 32GB with no swapfile, only one affected tab) within two days of uptime. Personally first noticed it when I used to keep a lot of 8chan threads open.
>>122596 I think /mlpol/ is open source, so it might be worth putting out a call to whatever codefags we have to go look through it and see what can be done.
>>122604 I'll explain how it works for me, okay? >1 open TM >2 locate FF
Assuming your problem is the same as mine, it should look like Firefox(number). The number is how many instances are running under this one Firefox window. >3 expand Firefox (number)
When you do this, you should see one that is eating an absurd amount of your memory. This is the one we need to focus on for the next step. >4 right click it and select "end task"
This should solve your problem, but keep in mind it's not entirely permanent. It's just a lot easier than having to close the entire thing down and reopen each tab afterwards. >6 reload any tabs that crashed after posting
>>122610 I have my doubts. I browsed regular 4chan just fine and didn't have an issue like that Maybe I just didn't have enough tabs to realize it since I don't care to browse through all the cancer there much but even if that is the case it's definitely much worse here than it is anywhere else for some reason
>>122612 If the leak is what I think it is, killing the process does nothing. The used memory doesn't remain associated with the process - "lost in the aether", if you will. Only a reboot (or an old-schhool RAM scrubber) restores this one.
>>122619 And you said you pitied me to begin with I think it should be the other way around. I simply never let anybody on my PC. If I have a friend over or something that wants to use it I'll simply tell him no and tell them I have a lot of weird shit on there they have no business getting into or knowing about. It works every time
>>122616 Well i usually run 5-20 tabs at a time, sometimes can go over that but usually it stays on that range, and it only has leaks on big /mlpol/ threads If i were to guess everytime it auto updates it loads everything again and doesnt dump the old used resources, making it more a problem on big threads, that s just a guess though and would need to take a look
Still i defend what i said back then that the best course would be remodeling the site, html being parsed on C…yea…
>>121906 Another short update. I'm trying to get back on schedule. I'll put out a significantly longer one tomorrow, Filly's honor. "Do you think anything was up with Applejack? She seemed to be acting a bit strange." >"Oh, I don't know Anon. It's not as if her little sister just died or something." >Rood. "No, I mean… out of character. Something seemed to be up with that horse, and I want to know what." >"Anon, if you're suggesting spying on her, no. I won't go along with it." >She might be right… >You didn't exactly have a PhD in pony psychology, after all. "Okay, League. Do you want to run a couple of errands with me? I still need Sulfur if you know where I could get it." >She nods, putting her hat back on. >"Sure. Nothing planned until later." >You grab the tiny bag of bits you retrieved yesterday in your mouth, and start to walk out the door. >Purple is standing there silently, as if she's been waiting for you. >"Hello, Clover." "H-hey…" >"Listen… I've thought long and hard about my actions yesterday. I felt guilty for what I had caused, so I decided I'd like to make it up to the two of you. Only if you want to, of course." >She gives you a smile you're sure has been custom-molded as 'sincere and apologetic.' >League gives you a look of pure horror behind the frame of the door, mouthing 'no.' >Input action.
There is no way Applejack is going to beat you at a silly filly game with no real objective, only a method of losing. You look around for a way to get down to her, and the railing along the stairs easily catches your eyes. It's not technically part of the floor.
Quickly, you inch your way over to it with your pillow and climb on, grabbing your pillow off the ground as you make it on top. This is, admittedly, very dangerous. A fall from the relatively thin railing could surely hurt, perhaps breaking a few bones. Surfing down it sounds like just about the dumbest thing you've considered since arriving in Equestria, and you've called a knife-wielding unicorn's bluff.
So it's only fitting that as you slide down the railing, with a pillow under your ass, you shout "YOLO" as loud as you can. It doesn't even occur to you've been launched into the air, however, that the railing has an end. Oh right. You promptly crash into the ground and slide into the wall, creating a loud thud. It hurts a little, but you'll manage. Your flank, it seems, is still on the pillow, meaning that the game is still on.
Velvet immediately rushes into the room from the kitchen.
As promised, I will now give you the update I didn't give you all yesterday since I was freaked out over medicine. Sorry for the extra wait, Australia. I hope it wasn't too long! >as you three walk through the town though, you realize that Twilight's taking a very specific path >recalling the map you had to study, you're able to start narrowing down possible options >no, you're not going there >not there, either >this is one hell of a detour if we're going there >if we're seriously going there, you're going to slap somepony >there's pretty okay, but it's not the best >eventually the trip goes on for long enough that you know exactly where you're headed >Sugarcube Corner >but why there? >is Twilight willing to let you eat crap food for dinner just for making a friend? >this must be more important to her than you thought >oh well, at least you'll be able to spy on Pinkie and see how she's preparing for your party >wait >what if this IS your party? >it's entirely possible that it is >after all, Pinkie organized an entire party at Twilight's house on the day she first set hoof in Ponyville without even knowing who she was to begin with >the more you think about it, the more it makes sense that this is probably for your welcome party >it might just be a happy coincidence that you made a friend, giving Twilight an excuse to lure you here >little does she know, you've seen your fair share of surprise party setups >it's definitely a trap, all you have to do is spring it >and you're gonna do it with style! >but this is gonna require a bit of your own baiting "Pssst! Spike!" >you whisper in his general direction >"Yeah?" >he drops back to where you are in relation to Purple "I know exactly what's coming and I wanna mess with Pinkie. When we get to Sugarcube Corner, I'm gonna need you to go in first no matter what Twilight says." >he looks shocked for a second >"I think you might be the first pony to ever guess when you're getting a surprise party from Pinkie correctly, so I'll help. I wanna see where this is going now." >fantastic, your suspicions are confirmed and your plan is set in motion >now all you need to do is carry out your half of the plan >as Sugarcube Corner draws nearer, you prepare your opening line >WASSUP BITCHES! >no, Twilight would slap you >HEY EVERYBODY >nah, that sounds stupid >GET READ, PONK >that might work, but how would Pinkie take it? >she might go crazy or she might laugh her ass off >alternatively, she might go somewhere in between >is it worth it? >probably >you didn't get to meme on Celestia, but you're not gonna miss this opportunity >as you three arrive at the destination, you feign surprise "Why are we here? Twilight, are you really willing to let me eat this much junk food for dinner?" >Twilight shrugs and steps to the side of the door >"Why not? You should be able to control yourself, you're smart. Anyways, after you!" >not today, purple! "You know, I'm feeling a bit generous. Spike, why don't you go first?" >Twilight gets a bit nervous >"No, it's your reward. I insist, go ahead." >Spike still has your back though >"Why not? She doesn't mind and we're going to be out here all night if no one else wants to go." >she starts glaring daggers at Spike "Twilight, what's wrong? What's so bad about being generous? Isn't that one of the Elements of Harmony, or something?" >it's at this point that she realizes she's not winning this without exposing the plan >so, she gives up >"Alright, fine. Spike, go ahead." >she then proceeds to adopt a frustrated face as she sits down and stares into the distance, waiting for it all to go up in smoke >when Spike opens the door, exactly what you planned for happens >there's a loud yell of SURPRISE! and multiple party blowers sounding >you also see some confetti drift out the door >as the initial yell dies down into confused and disappointed mutters, you enact phase two >you jump in past Spike and immediately see Pinkie standing in the center of the room, being the most confused >without giving her a second to react, you scream your chosen line staring her dead in the eyes the whole time with as smug a grin as you can muster "GET READ, PONK!"
>>122644 >she recoils slightly in sheer surprise >if she wasn't stunned into silence, she'd probably have a few words to say >you start to get worried as the silence stretches on >did you break her? >no, wait >she's doing something >having finally processed exactly what just happened, she calmly starts nodding and clapping >"I don't know how you guessed it, but yep! This is your party!" >she stands up and walks over to you, starting to giggle a bit >"You really got me there, you're the first pony to ever guess a party. Enjoy!" >and this is when everybody else carries on as normal >except Twilight, who is still a bit surprised at all this >so, you decide to confront her on it "What's up, Twi?" >you know, while you're calling everypony by nicknames here >"Did somepony tell you this was happening?" >she's trying to piece this together >of course she is "No, I'm just pretty good at connecting dots. Unless you count Spike telling me after I had already figured it out on the way here, of course." >"No wonder he was playing along, you probably asked him to help with this." "Pretty much." >"Well, I'm impressed. I guess it wasn't much of a surprise, though." >after that, you two go back in and join the rest of the party >when you do, you see Emerald standing over near a similar looking mare >she looks pretty alone, so you decide to join her "Hey Emerald, how are ya?" >she sees you and immediately brightens up >"Hi, Anonymous! This party's pretty cool." "I'm glad you're enjoying it, I'm sure Pinkie worked very hard on setting it all up. So, is this your mom?" >you gesture to the mare standing next to her >"Actually, this is my sister. Mom sent me here to live with her for a while, so I'm staying here with her." >the mare smiles at you before returning to her own conversation "Cool, cool. Wanna go do something? There's probably an arcade machine around here, I remember Pinkie saying something about it." >"Sure, Let's go play it! What game even is it?" "You know, I'm not actually sure. Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure it'll still be fun." >you two walk around the area until you find the machine >however, it's currently occupied by two colts >this is an easily solved problem, though "Hey nerds, this is your last round. We want the next play." >they turn around, looking mildly offended at your comment >"You two are fillies, you wouldn't even like this game." >bitch, please! "Dude, it's my party and I requested this machine. Now, you have two options. Either you can give up the game nicely after you get destroyed by your friend, or I can destroy you myself and take it." >he seems to take it personally >"You're on." >let's hope your luck doesn't run out and you can out-play this punk >his friend steps away from the controls as you step up >"Anonymous, it's okay. If they want to play the game, why not let them?" >she may have a point, but you're gonna school this punk anyway "At this point, I'm just doing this to prove I'm better. Besides, this guy's probably just a button masher." >Emerald just moves up to your side to watch you play and the other colt moves to his own friend's side >the game looks like it's just Mortal Kombat >time to show this nerd how to play this game properly >round one, fight >yep, it's pretty much Mortal Kombat >you get close to him and start putting in inputs about as fast as you can, managing to do a decent job of beating him up >you continue this strategy until you manage to get him in a corner >after that, it's pretty easy to cheese down his health bar >round two, fight >your strategy isn't doing so well this time, he got wise to it >he manages to take this round, but you still have round three >besides, you haven't even used your secret weapon >round three, fight >the round starts, and you have managed to get a proper idea of the controls >using your newfound strategy, you manage to put up an even fight >this is gonna be close >wait, you're seeing a pattern in his movements >you can abuse this >sure enough, he falls right into your prediction and you manage to punish him dearly for it >you're definitely going to win now >but just to make sure, you trap him in the corner again and cheese down his health bar >just for that extra disrespect you don't even go for a fatality >you just teabag him >"Alright, you won. Play the stupid game." >the colt and his friend walk off in shame
>>122645 >you turn to Emerald "So, you ready to play?" >"Well, I don't know if I can beat you but I'll try." "Don't worry, all I did was just press buttons in the first round. It works surprisingly well!" >she takes the other controls and you start another game >she does well with the button mashing, and it's a pretty even first couple of rounds >you just barely win on the third round though >not wanting to be a bad sport to your friend, you do a fatality >you both stare in awe as your character rips Emerald's character's spine out by their tail >it's a bloody mess by the time it's over >"That was intense!" >you've seen worse, but you're not going to tell her "Yeah, I wouldn't want to be the janitor cleaning that up." >she starts looking a bit more disinterested after this >"I'm kinda hungry, want to grab some cake?" >yeah, you've wanted food for a while now "Sure, I wonder what flavor it is!" >you've completely forgotten what you told Pinkie to get >that is, if you even told her to get something specific >when you two get there, you find out it's chocolate >oh yeah, you did say that! >you grab a slice with a lot of frosting on it and Emerald grabs one with less frosting >when you do, you also notice some pizzas nearby >they're all cheese >probably so ponies that wanted toppings don't get mad that their specific favorite wasn't there >oh well, it works for you! "Wanna take some pizza too?" >"Okay, I don't mind cheese." >you two take your food over to an open table and eat it >it's pretty good, Pinkie makes a mean cake >after you two finish your food, you decide to think about what to do now >you've got no ideas "Anything you want to do?" >Emerald thinks for a second >"I'm not sure either. Want to go somewhere less crowded?" >sure, that sounds alright with you "Lead the way, let's go." >Emerald leads the way to a back room where you probably wouldn't have gotten to without the crowd for cover >and it's just you two here >is this going somewhere? >nah, she's actually twelve as far as you can tell >and you aren't about to do that and break some sort of law in the process >she gets kind of close to you and sighs >"Anonymous, you're a great friend. I'm glad you're just as nice as I thought you'd be, because you're making it a lot better to be here without my mom. Even though it hasn't even been a full day since we met, I still appreciate it." >oh >that's some heavy feelings "It's no problem, you're a nice pony to hang out with. I don't have many friends here either and even less family, so you're making it better for me too." >she starts tearing up a bit >and then out of nowhere, she wraps you in a tight hug >you let this sink in for a moment before hugging her back >you two stay embraced like this for another couple of seconds before Emerald breaks off >"Thanks, I needed to get that out of my system. Wanna stay here for a bit longer, or go back out to the party?" >you kinda enjoy this "I don't mind staying here for a bit longer." >so you two sit in this back room for a while longer, simply enjoying the other's company >eventually Twilight and Emerald's sister find you two when it's time to go home, and you two are forced to part ways again >at least you'll get to see each other again tomorrow!
>>122630 Find out what it is first and then decline. Say that you wanted to go play with Sweetie Belle (and do so, of course, albeit for a little bit). [ 1d100 = 45 ]
>>122619 You should have an external hard drive, put the hard drive in a Faraday cage, and keep the Faraday cage in a safe. You'll have your precious pictures after the Happening then.
>>122601 Thanks, Anon. There's very little canon on her.
>>122642 Pained smile and say "just a little bruise." Good way to be smothered a bit. [ 1d100 = 48 ]
Reuben, I wonder if we should have D&D-style rolls for every action and conversation option? It would add an extra dimension of risk.
>>122644 I love it when three of the best writers update at the same time. Isn't it the middle of the night in the States, you NEETs?
>>122647 Nah, I just write until it's nearly time for me to go to sleep and spend the rest of the time editing and shitposting. I actually enjoy both of their stories and participate in them, but I wish Lone would update more.
>>122630 Contrary to other anons, i think we should go see what purple has in mind and wants Worst case we can at least tell League to run [ 1d100 = 23 ]
>>122707 She´s giving us an option, which is very unlike Purple. It might be a trap, and keep in mind the story can´t continue if we´re dead. Knowing Lone, this is a test we can´t afford to fail. I´m thinking a brutal Alt at the very least.
>>122786 >Horn Anon please, erf fillies dont have horns, now if they were conjoined on the right fore/backleg with the other filly's left fore/backleg…
>You wake up with a groan. >Before your mind even boots up you know you're in pain. "Fucking hell." >You turn to your side and are glad to see a tall glass of water sitting on the nightstand. >Well, TWO glasses, actually. >Shit, that must mean- >"Oh goood, my fucking heaaad." >Your filly rises from her slumber, mane over her eyes and little hairs sticking out everywhere. >You grab a glass and hand it over to her, as she moves her mane out of her face. >"Ugh, thank you." >Now, you don't really remember much of yesterday, but you remember that she drank a fuck ton more than you. >And seeing how she's a filly, well, yeah. >She quickly downs the water and groans again. "Hang on, let me get you some aspirin." >She sighs. >"Please." >Slowly moving her onto the bed and rolling out, you come back not much later with some coffee and a bottle of aspirin. >Already had everything ready for coffee, too. >You're a smart drunk, you guess. >…Never really drink all that often, honestly. >Coming back, you see her still in the same spot, hooves over her eyes. >Damn, must be that bad. >Slinking back into the covers, you nudge her with the mug. >First you place a tablet in her hoof, then hold the mug next to her muzzle. "It's just warm, I blew on it a little." >She pauses. >"Are you sure you didn't blow in it too?" >A gentle, pained giggle comes out of her. "I'm not catering to your fetish, fag." >She gives you a scrunch, then takes a gulp of coffee. >It's finished real quick, and once the empty mug is in your hand you realize you hadn't even done what she did. >Your head is still pounding. >Though it's admittedly not as important right now. >Quickly taking two tablets and downing the water, you settle back onto the bed. >It takes but a few seconds for the filly to follow afterwards, lying on top of you with a sigh. >"I don't feel up to doing anything today. Could we just stay here?" >She looks up at you with a slight pout, those sparkling green eyes peering right into you. >As if you'd ever be able to say no. >-Or wanted to. >You're not doing anything with this fucking headache. "Sure." >She smiles and rests her head back down on you, a little pain still flashing over her face. >You reach your hands over to her back, then gently knead it, getting rid of any knots you find. >A smile climbs over her face again immediately. >"Ooohhh, that feels goood…" >Her ears fold over as she melts in your touch, keeping her eyes closed as you do your thing. >Man, it feels like she hasn't had a comforting touch like this in years. >She adjusts herself to lie right on top of you, her hind legs splaying over your sides. >A few content moans come out of her while you work your magic. >She stretches and hugs your neck lightly. >"Mmph, keep going…" >Honestly, if this is what you need to have more days like this… >You might drink a lot more often.
>>122879 Hey, who says you get to make the rules?! Just for that I'll have you personally smothered by a mass of other fillies when I become the leader.
>>122866 >>122870 >>122871 Okay, we've established board demand for more babby content. Who's gonna fill in the market gap? Maybe I will eventually, superbusy right now
If you are getting memory leaks in C++, you are either doing something incredibly complex that requires cyclical references and have fucked up the management of said cyclical references, are using a shitty library, or you are using C++ very, VERY wrong. Correct usage of RAII classes should make most memory leaks impossible.
Fair enough. If you want some pointers on avoiding the memory leaks though, try not using pointers. Or at least not raw pointers. For all of the features that ended up crammed into C++, the main two advantages it has over C are templates and RAII. Any time you see yourself likely to use some type T*, you should instead consider if std::unique_ptr<T> or std::vector<T> might be more appropriate. If you are passing values by pointer, you should see if it might make more sense to pass by reference. You should prefer stack allocation for small enough structs, though this is a general rule of thumb that applies to C as well.
You have all of the tools at your disposal to make accidental memory leaks nearly impossible. Modern C++ is designed around scope-based resource management. Object comes into scope, all of its memory is allocated at once. Object leaves scope, memory is freed. Both of these behaviors are generated by the compiler for you, so it's not possible to forget to do this. The only place where this hits a snag is with cyclical data structures. RAII can be used to emulate reference counting if an object is going to be copied all over the place, but reference counting completely fails where two objects both hold a reference to each other. In this case, you must use a weaker data structure and perform some manual resource management inside some container class. But I highly doubt you have cyclical data structures. Image boards don't need any sort of crazy graph theory stuff.
Really though, if your code is so buggy, the thing I'd be most concerned about would be mishandling certain types of user data.
>>122910 >>122913 I dont think anyone is looking to judge you and/or your code, <we> just want to help the site And when i said id rather go for a remodel, its because from my view id rather go for ASP Core or at very least PHP if i were to make a site, but if you re confident on your pure C/C++ skills then power to ya And also i havent ever tried it myself so thanks for telling that it wouldnt matter for the final pages and files too
Im just happy ya were able to find it really, well done, and nobody is perfect so dont be a stranger just because of Reuben status either alright?
>>122912 White hat? Black hat? Sorry, first time seeing those terms in english
>>122919 Black hats are people who exploit programs for profit and fun. White hats are people who find flaws and tell the programmer about them o that they can better their work, at least to my understanding.
>>122919 >>122920 Black hats are people who exploit flaws in programs (especially relating to security) to do malicious things with malicious intent White hats are people who find flaws in programs (especially relating to security) and report the information to the programmer and/or the company they work for so those flaws can be fixed and better prevented
>>122921 I never said anything about it being frontend or backend problems on my post, in fact im also glad you found because of that too, i d ve tested for the auto updater and would ve gotten zilch
Just take the congratulation man
>>122920 >>122922 Yea thought it d be some kind of security agency/infiltrators stuff, thanks for clarifying
>>122630 Happy hunting. $(+}_^ %>'}(|(_["|- >You give League a slight nod. >You at least have to know what she wants first. "What do you have in mind?" >"Just a small game. The rules are quite simple, really." "What do you have in mind?" >"If I told you that, it would ruin the fun. Now come-" "I never accepted." >She shows you another mask of a smile. >"You never needed to." >With a flash, you and League are in a different room. >If you're still in the castle, it's not a room you recognize. >A table is set up, with two cups of coffee on it, still steaming. >You can hear Twilight's voice in your mind, and by the perking of her ears, you can assume League is having a similar experience. >"I'm sure you're wondering what this is all about. I'll indulge you. I was running low, so I needed children. Normally I'd snag a few troublemakers from the Canterlot Orphanage, but when the two of you acted up I knew you were perfect." "What did I do? I'm still confused about how making a friend is worth doing… this over." >"I'm not finished, please don't interrupt. Both of you have an equal chance to leave this room alive. I've set up a magical circuit, the break for which is bound to both of your heartbeats individually. As soon as one of you is dead, the other may leave the room unharmed." >A metal doorway became illuminated in purple. >"What you perceive as coffee is not coffee. It is an incredibly acidic substance that will eat through organic matter like a child eats through your finances. >She chuckled coldly. >"What you perceive as an air vent is not an air vent. It will begin to release Carbon Dioxide at the fifteen-minute mark. By my estimate, the average foal shouldn't be able to survive past the forty-five-minute mark. The best of luck to the both of you." >The two of you sit silently for at least five minutes. >Neither one of you can bring yourself to look the other in the eyes. >If you were to lose League you couldn't live with yourself, but you imagine she would be having similar thoughts if you did anything drastic to yourself. >There really isn't a solution in this situation, but you need to do something. >This is no longer a silly riddle about wanking it. >Input action. And with that, I'm going to collapse. Input my name as 'Lon15' if that tells you anything. If you all could arrive at a conclusion by the end of the 28th EST, it would be much appreciated.
>>122934 Twilights goal has been about breaking you up to this point Drink the liquid and call her bluff If worst comes to worst then at least Little League has a chance of moving on, it's your fault she's even in this situation
Shit, we're getting close to the next thread. I should release an update tonight.
>>122918 Well, it's worth getting a thorough code review before deploying…
>>122919 Black hat = criminal hacker White hat = ethical hacker Grey hat = criminal hacker employed as an ethical hacker
Strictly speaking, I haven't broken into anyone's systems and just research security, so I guess that makes me a white hat. Although it's less so much that I have an ethical problem with a little messing around, as much as I'm fucking paranoid about getting caught. Just because our ability to monitor and detect attacks is horribly bad doesn't mean one couldn't theoretically be caught by a very determined investigator.
>>122934 Use League's cup to dissolve the vent and crawl out. If that doesn't work out, down your own cup after a terse farewell to LL and admonition for her to live her own life. Try not to cry much.
[ 1d100 = 57 ]
Also, writers, would it kill you to find a picture appropriate for the scene? It doesn't even have to be close, just something that sets the emotional tone.
>>122950 Actually, heck no. Pull a Hunger Games and drink the liquid at the same time. Neither of you could survive without the other and it's the only way to flout Purple one last time.
I may need to start up some conflict in Ponyville later on. Not within the current game day, but like… after a time skip, and after the filly has met everyone she needs to meet.
Fillies and Fagets, I present another update for your scrutiny! I had some fun writing this, which is why it's so long. Also, since I have a related image for this, I will be taking the advice of >>122950 and adding an appropriate image when necessary and if I have one. >when you three get back, Twilight asks you a question >"So, what were you two doing in the back room?" >pervert "Simply having a conversation and enjoying each other's company, what were you expecting?" >she smiles and responds smoothly >"I'm not sure, why would two fillies need to sneak off to do that?" "Well, in our defense, it was a bit of a personal conversation." >"Then I won't pry any further. It's a good thing too, it's pretty late and you still have school tomorrow." >oh, today wasn't Friday? >nope, you counted wrong >at least tomorrow's Friday! >oh hey, it's also been exactly a week since you got here! >and you're still no closer to home >fug >well, at least there's work being done on it >supposedly "Hey Twilight, before I go to bed, is there any more info from Celestia about getting me home?" >Twilight starts concentrating, probably to remember the last letter she got >"Actually, yes. The team sent to collect the first material I need has returned successfully with more than enough to perform the spell, and the second team was deployed to search for the next item." >never mind >there has been progress >now you're one step closer to your first and hopefully only roll of the dice to get home >that would be nice, have the astronomically, infinitesimally small chance of you making it on the first try actually happen >yeah, and Twilight's actually a demon who wants to mindbreak you to be her sex slave >although, statistically speaking, there's a universe where that's true >but we're getting off topic again >you need sleep and the weekend's coming >you bid Twilight and Spike goodnight and head up to your room, only stopping to go to the bathroom >too much punch >after that detour, you make it back to your room fairly quickly and get under the covers >snuggled up next to your Hitler and your Aryanne, you fall asleep in moments >. . . >your dreams take a different shape this time >you're out in the middle of a forest and it's night-time >it's not scary though, it's like you came out here on purpose >when you look up, the light of the stars still filters down through the trees and the moon is clearly visible >however, there's no signs of life anywhere nearby >it's quiet >so you decide to give yourself some company while waiting for the usual happenings of the night >you decide to try something you've never tried in a dream before >clone yourself >you concentrate as hard as you can on yourself, trying to bring that form out into this world a second time >when you open your eyes, you see that you succeeded >kinda >that's definitely you standing in front of you, but it's not really company >all you managed to do was create a second model of your body, and it's stuck in a T-pose >this physics engine, it might as well be Gmod >well, at least in Gmod you could still spawn NPCs with your player model >wait, maybe that's how you do it >you get rid of the T-pose you and instead try to spawn an NPC that looks like you >when you open your eyes, you see that it didn't work as well as you'd hoped >it's only a basic rendering, and it's completely oblivious to you >you sigh and sit down on a nearby stump, disappointed "I'm not sure if I'll ever master dream physics but if this is all it's capable of at the most complex, then I'm not sure if I want to." >"Don't worry, I assure you that being able to create manifestations to join you after the initial creation of a dreamscape is entirely possible. You'll need more experience than modifying the environment and creating lesser entities, though." >hey, company! >you turn to your right to see Luna staring at your crude attempt at cloning >"Also, I wouldn't recommend trying to recreate yourself again. It can become quite confusing and lead to a multitude of problems. Trust me, I've tried it." >oh >well, you know what you aren't doing tomorrow >that's cool "Anyway, how are you?" >she sits down on a downed tree near you >"I'm alright, nothing eventful has happened. That's a blessing though, in my line of work. How about you?" >you heard about what exactly she's supposed to do in the dreamworld yesterday, and you're not surprised that it sucks
"That's good, I ended up getting to go to a party today." >"Oh, fun! How did that go?" "It was alright. I got to spend more time with a friend I made today, and that's always a good thing." >she seems a bit surprised at your last statement >"I would imagine that making a friend would be higher on your list of noteworthy events than a simple party, who is this friend?" "Another filly named Emerald Shine. She just moved to Ponyville to live with her sister, and she's pretty nice so far." >Luna starts thinking for a few seconds >"I can't say that name is familiar to me. I guess I haven't visited her yet, and I hope I don't have to." >you don't need clarification for that statement, you know what visitation usually implies >some kind of a recurring nightmare, or some hellish one-off >this seems like a good spot to change the subject "Wanna help me build a campfire?" >Luna hops off the log and stands up >"That sounds wonderful!" >you two spend a while finding various sticks and fallen branches, and you even summon an axe to take down a small tree to make firewood >after another while and a few different pieces of kindling wasted, the fire starts up >alright, you two did something! >but this brings something else to mind as you two return to your original seats >campfires need a story >you try to think of any yourself, but you were never good with scary stories >you were even worse at telling them, though >so, you go for the next best thing >how about some education on human culture that really ought to scare her? "Hey, this scene reminds me of something. Have you ever heard of a wendigo?" >she considers this for all of a second before replying >"I have. They were a problem back when Equestria was first founded, but they've been driven from the country since long before I was born." "Those wendigos may share a similar name to the creature I'm talking about, but I assure you the human version is much, much more horrifying." >you lean forward as you begin to think through everything you know about these creatures from nights spent on /x/ and the exact wrong part of youtube to be on at 3AM "In human cultures, a wendigo arises from a person who, in the cold and desperate time of winter, is forced to cast aside their humanity and consume others for their own survival. This is only the myth of how they started, though." >Luna starts to go wide-eyed and leans forward to listen "In reality, we don't know much about the wendigos; even to the point of doubting their existence. However, there are people who say they have met these monsters, and their descriptions of them as well as the stories associated with them are truly terrifying." >you pause for effect >"You have my interest, do go on." "Well, these things are described as being about the size of a deer and remarkably similar in look. That is, if you're far enough away. If you get close enough, you'll see that these monsters are in fact much larger and more resemble a deer carcass than a deer. >as you give this description, you see a deer appear in the distance silhouetted against the dark >huh "On top of that, they also have dark, beady eyes and razor-sharp teeth along with long, abnormally large arms and legs tipped with long claws. This description is enough to put some horrid images in your head as is, but it's nothing compared to what they sound like." >at that moment, you hear an eery screech from off in the forest, kind of like someone trying to use a lawnmower as a meat grinder while sending it through a wood chipper >and that deer is gone >now you're confused "They actually sound kind of like that, from what I've heard." >Luna looks pretty freaked out now, not that you aren't >well, this is still your dream >worst case scenario, you delete it or wake up "Anyway, these creatures lurk in forests waiting for people to wander in so they can lure them in and tear them apart. They don't just choose humans, though. They'll rip apart and eat anything that moves and leave the leftovers strewn across the landscape, turning it red." >you notice that the deer's back now, but it's different from before >it also rears up and lets out the same hair-raising screech, only this time it's closer >Luna looks like she's terrified "Don't look now, but I may have accidentally spawned one here. If you want to see it, then turn around. Otherwise, I suggest you get behind me." >keeping the same expression, she gets up and moves over to you >only when she's behind you does she turn back and look at it >knowing this is a dream, you decide to test the limits of what you can do >staring at it and concentrating as hard as you can, you attempt to force it to walk over >it responds after a couple of moments, turning towards you and stalking forward >perfect >you feel Luna press herself against you, either to get closer to it or to use you as a shield >probably option two
>>122961 >as it gets closer and closer, you realize just how big your mind made it >if it was standing straight up, it would probably be about 10 feet tall >even you're starting to get a bit spooked, despite being in complete control >eventually the beast gets close enough that the light of the fire reaches it, letting you two see it in its disgusting splendor >it really does look like Gollum from LoTR put on a rotted deer skin >it's two small, pitch black eyes are also focused on you two, darting between you and Luna (who's just barely peeking over your shoulder, despite you still being seated) >now's the final test >the decision that turns this dream into a nightmare, or something worthy of "Most Awesome Image on the Internet" if you could take a picture of it >it crawls closer, stopping mere inches from you >you can smell it, and it smells just like how it looks >it slowly opens its mouth, exposing every one if its needle-like teeth >Luna started shivering a long time ago, but you only now notice since you started shivering too >it lets out a final ear-splitting scream right in your face before sitting down and losing interest in you two >perfect >to confirm that you just did exactly what you think you did, you reach out and poke it >it turns back to you, but only blinks before going back to looking around and sniffing the air >you did it "It's okay to come out from behind me now, the thing's not gonna kill us." >you hear Luna's slightly muffled reply from behind you and below you >"I'm fine where I am, you can get rid of it now." "But I just did all this so you could see what one's like, are you sure?" >"Completely. Is it gone yet?" >you decide to pull a little joke >you get up, leaving nothing between her and the now harmless abomination except the stump >she didn't see it though, since she's crouched down behind it and covering her eyes "Alright, it's gone." >lol nope >now it's just looking at her like a confused dog >"Thank you, it was terrifying enough with it on the other side of the-" >this is when she sees it, it's face now about 6 inches from the side of her head >what starts off as a stunned and terrified squeak grows into a scream as Luna first freezes, then starts running away, then flies into the air, and finally fires off a spell turning everything within 5 feet of the poor creature into a crater >it's not just a simple blast, either >it's a full-blown beam >she's killing it not just with fire, but with lasers >when she stops and comes back down, you walk over to what is now a pretty deep hole in your dreamscape "That was a bit of an overreaction." >"Well I'm sorry that after you telling me all that, I didn't take it so well when you put one less than a foot away from me!" "Okay, I guess that was a bit much of me to expect. I'm sorry for freaking you out so much." >she calms down a bit more, before staring at you disappointed >"You should be." "I see that the fire's still intact, want to roast some marshmallows while you're still here?" >"No, I think that's enough for tonight. I wouldn't be surprised if I have to change my sheets when I wake up, after this." >Luna leaves after this closing statement, leaving you feeling like a complete ass >you take the spot on the log and stare up at the now disapproving glare of the moon, waiting for the dream to end >. . .
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. You worry too much, Mama. My head's harder than it looks."
Velvet shakes her head.
<<"Earth fillies, I swear. I'm going to have to get used to you being practically indestructible, aren't I?"
"Yep." >"Pretty much."
<<"Well alright. Just be careful, alright? Now if you wait just a sec, I think the cocoa's almost done."
She heads back into the kitchen, and Applejack scoots her blanket over to you by the wall, resting her back against it. For about a minute, the two of you just sit there in contemplation of the day gone by. It's been a bit exhausting. Soon enough, Velvet comes back with your cocoa, which you both end up sip together. >"Ayep."
"Yep."
A few more minutes pass without much to say. The cocoa's pretty damn good though. You can even taste a hint of cayenne in it, so you know it's done the right way. After a few more long sips of the delicious cocoa, the silence is finally broken by Twilight bursting out of the basement door, a baby Spike in her hooves, and a piece of parchment in her magical grasp. >"BEHOLD, SCIENCE!"
She holds the parchment up in front of Spike, who proceeds to cough up a very weak ember that nonetheless manages to disintegrate it. A few moments later, he coughs up another piece of parchment. You can't see what all it has on it, except for the big letter "A" in red ink.
>>122965 >mein pomf >filly looking at the book, oblivious to the ol' box and stick with a string attached >Twiggles hiding behind the bush, waiting to pull the string when filly walks under the box nice job m80
>>122964 Start nitpicking about how that isn't science because you don't have a control group or a hypothesis or a scientific question your answering [ 1d100 = 52 ]
>>122934 Can't trust Twilight at all. I would start by testing the "coffee" by dipping a few hairs in and seeing what happens. It may not be acid. If it is… then fuck. I don't know, spend your last moments with League. If it isn't, tell League it'll be okay and drink the cup yourself. It could be some solution that slows your heartbeat to a near stop, which could unlock the door for League. Trying to escape is pointless, as Twilight is likely watching every second of this.
>>122934 Ill use a perception roll to check the room before making a move. Can I? Doing it anyway. [ 1d20 = 18 ]
>>122921 Re-reading my post maybe you couldve understood that i hadnt tested the leak with on the "havent ever tried it myself" part, but was meant for writing a site on C++ which i never even considered, and i mean from the screenshot its obvious that its was backend but thanks for trying to clarify…i guess? Tbh i dont know if frontend can even cause memory leaks, but i guess it should be something for me to look into now, student life sucks
>>122956 How about Pinkie's arrival to Ponyville? She has to arrive sometime and her shenanigans with purple would be nice She was already doing parties for others as a filly on the Cheese Sandwich episode and that location didnt look like the rock farm Also 2 fillies who can predict the future could lead to tons of fun trouble
>>122934 i just realized something, the "coffee" is probably some form of knockout potion because she said she needed a foal, and i doubt she would need a corroded dead one unless she was planning on necromancy or necrophilia with it. so i think its a knockout potion so she can say the other died so she can experiment on one of us without the other getting suspicious and trying to look for the other one because we saw each other "die"
>ywn spend an evening just rating mares and talking about stupid shit with anonfilly >ywn say no homo and start to viciously cuddle each other once the sun goes down >ywn take her right on the park bench, ignoring the fact that others may walk in and see you why live
A portal is highly unlikely. But you know, creating an AI-powered universe like in Friendship is Optimal is theoretically possible. We're just going to need a lot of manpower and funding to make the waifuverse.
so what happened to that other guy with the filly plush? the one who had posted that webm where he booped the filly, and had pictures on a bus and shit
>>123140 A Game like that in the future is not out of the question. Even if such a world is not the focus of the game, some autist out there will make a pony mod for it.
have been busy for a while and always away, so I'm continuing, resuming my previous story. because soon I'm going to work and move all the time, and be tired, and not have my mind at being creative… So~
<in the past episode of Anonfilly> <soundtrack> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7m_qmr7KYA <flashbacks> <Twilight:"Anon! I was kind of worried you weren't at your home, it was empty! Aw! you… made new friends?"> <Anon:"Discord just wants to know more about me and my world… Like, everything. Is this really that bad?"> <Twilight:"If he did this, he might have a good reason. He always got a thing going in his head." <Rarity:"GET OUT, ANON!"> <Anon:"She wants a filly because this is a monarchy. Stallions HAVE to serve their majesty" der, my faithful subject." <Discord: "Nonny! There you are! You're ready for the ride of your life?" <Us. Ponies arrive in Anon's world> <Discord uses a cheap spell to makes us human looking> <some action scenes> <We get ourselves some clothes as Anon suggested> <Discord, leaving ponies with a cop and his wrecked car: "Arrivederci" <DiamondTiara, as a unicorn, firing at him:"DISCOOORD!"> >the air is dry. >the sun is going lower on the horizon >we start walking again on a road, far, far away from anypony else >we have no vehicle and apparently this country alone is about three times larger than Equestria >Anon:"Where exactly is he going?" >Diamond:"Where? He just wanted to check if the figments of information he got from your brain were accurate, maybe?" "Celestia knows what he's gonna be up to now." >pick my backpack >pull out some red letter "He knew we were onto something about him." >Anon:"What? How? What are you up to?" >Diamond:"Anon, Princess Luna wanted us to trap Discord here and get rid of him, that was the plan, we trapped him, we are even supposed to kill him. that was the thing." >Anon:"You… We have been… used?" "You think we had a choice? Turns out he's random and cannot be predicted." >We both open a red, sealed envelope "That's our mission and objectives." >Diamond:"Okay. Discord's supposed to eliminate dangerous targets in human world. Question Anon about the location of the following humans and proceed to their elimination. If mission goes out of control, apply protocol Sirius Chestnut" "This is the part we were supposed to kill Discord." >Anon walks further from us and stops : "wait, you two? Killing Discord? How? Diamond, you're the shittiest unicorn ever, I know what Twilight asked you but this is nonsensical!" "We're still in control, stay positive Anon! Diamond, try to learn using your magic more than your hands. You're a unicorn now, not a human!" >Diamond's trying her best from what she learned >almost rips it apart but levitates the envelope to read more about what we have to do. >Diamond:"Anon, we will need your help, since we cannot guarantee Discord will do the job as expected, we gotta be on it. Yes that was the idea, Celestia and Luna wants these guys dead. Michael Chartoff. Henry Kissinger, Michael Hayden, George Soros, Anita Joseph Stiglitz, Brad Dozier. That's quite a bunch! how are we supposed to… Uurgh. " >she's putting the letter back on her backpack, as she's slowly turning into a pony as every minute passes "Diamond, don't you have a bit of magic left to slow down the dehumanization process?" >she's looking at me >Diamond: "Why? …Oh. Yeah we may get in trouble again, but I don't think it's a good idea, as a human I don't have my horn" >she only thinks about herself "Test it on me then?" >Diamond:"We need to save our magic, and find a place where to sleep!" "There's plenty of space here where we can sleep" >Anon: "Yeah, where? We need to find a hotel, but bad luck, we're in the middle of nowhere!" "oh you could say, even Discord realized you don't know shit about this world!" >Anon:"We can't sleep in the desert!" >Diamond's frowning: "And why? Is it illegal again?" >Anon: "yeah er, no, but I don't know… snakes and all kind of shitty critters, spiders, the cold…" "There, so we'll find a hotel instead because this place is more dangerous than it seems! This means we must keep walking and reach a village, find a hostel, a fountain because we're getting thirsty…" >Anon: "okay that's .. that's the plan for the rest of the day" >and we kept walking for hours, arrive on a small town with a INN, which means ..a hostel, a diner, which is a restaurant where we can dine, but looks more rough. >And a car store, where cars can be purchased. "we might need weapons as well, Anon." >Anon's laughing "you fillies are too young, you won't get a car, so forget about guns" >ten minutes later, Diamond Tiara comes out of a vehicle shop, more actually a garage selling parts and things about cars. >she's making the wheels screech pointlessly on purpose >Anon looks kind of worried, but intrigued >Anon:"How?" >Diamond parks her car just next to him, holding the steering wheel, reving up the engine "Nissan Skyline GT-R model 2002, entirely revised, the shopkeeper didn't want to let it go, she was his treasure." >Anon looks at the shiny, dark, grey with green accents machine "so, er, what have you done?" >Diamond:"He didn't want no gold from a crazy fursuiting bitch who found some pirate treasure, so I gave him something more precious. A pair of diamonds, more worth than his own balls. I dunno but these are rare here." >Anon kind of looks pissed: "you…" >Diamond:"I am a soulless monster, but business is business, hope more like dumb rocks. Get in, noob! This car is faster and has better overall performances than Discord's police SUV." "Anon, you should be happy! She was born for this job!" >Anon:"that's not really what I meant to say, but yeah we now have a car. How big were those diamonds exactly?" >Diamond:"average, a few grams, not even worth 100 bits. Why?" >Anon:"Well, you made this customer happy.">>123162
I am going to update tomorrow. I have just been occupied if someone is wondering why i am not keeping to my plan to write everyday. >>123166 I have not read you green before but it is neat that you have started again.
>>123208 >You will never rip off the hole-poked condom in the middle of fucking Glimmer and cum inside her bareback, all while whispering into her ear, "I'm going to make you pregnant you slut."
>>123223 Assuming all these NEETs believe in the project, they won't be working for free. They'll be doing it so they'll be able to use the product they helped make.
>>123208 >It turns out Glimmer is the baby-crazy one, not Twilight >Unfortunately, Anon chose to live with her instead of Purple based on /mlpol/ shitposting >Now she gets to share a bed and be dressed up in infantile clothing
>>123189 sorry, most of the time I post on the move or whenever I get time, I grab my Blackberry and post here. I should find the previous posts or what I archived soon.