/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

that was fast!

>>126320
The answer is no.

>>126320
Glue, or semen?

>>126320
>Whew, my browser was killing me.
Stop shitposting on a potato and upgrade to a toaster. Your browsing speed will improve exponentially.

>>126327
Why not both?

>>126327
I think it's even hotter to think that filly is playing with the nail jelly of other pones...
Is that too odd of a fetish?

>>126330
What if I just have a waffle iron?

>>126331
>>126332
I like the way you think.

So, should I repost the Futa Filly writefaggotry I made in the last thread, considering I posted it after the thread hit the bump limit?

>>126335
I'm sure enough people saw it, most of us stick around after the thread hits the limit, or at least I know I do. If you want to continue it, just link to the last post.

This was posted in PTFG a little while back. Not sure if it's new content, but I feel it's only appropriate to steal from them regardless.

>>126340
o shit filly gon dead?

>>126343
What exactly are you trying to imply?

>>126344
to me it seemed implied that the mom is taking her son to be euthanized at the vet because he transitioned to a filly

>>126333
>What if I just have a waffle iron?
Oh shit, you're one of those guys? The only compatible system I can think of would be a printer. You can do some amazing stuff on those. https://youtu.be/XLHx3vO7KJM

I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.

>>126348
I wish for you to pee in my mouth.

>>126350
why did you both write the same thing?

>>126346
I guess that makes sense, I just saw it as one of those helicopter parents that doesn't want their child to be wrongly influenced by some other kiddo.

>>126351
Oh you...

I want to torment the filly.

>>126354
>Not posting on a modded TI-84
What are you, some kind of brainlet?

>>126355
I want to be tormented as your filly, Leafy.

Does anyone else except for that one Anon hate my recaps?

>>126348

Hey, hey... glad you're back, buddy.

>>126356
no u

>>126360
I don't have a problem with them.

>>126360
Yes, it is me, not the same Anon as before. Your recaps are bad, and you should feel bad.

>>126361
I'll have you know...

>>126360
I don't mind them. It's not like we have limited posts.

>>126360
My opinion of your recaps are exactly the same as my opinion of you: alright.

>>126360
I love your recaps, they're almost as good as ancaps.

Also, that picture makes me think of Anonfilly tricking Blossomforth into thinking ponies either don't have alcohol or can't get drunk, thereby getting her rather tipsy.

I find it amusing when ponies get drunk in fanfics,
what can I say?

>>126368
Purple has taught that Filly well.

>>126360
Im neutral about them really, but it sure is sice for a overall view of what has happened

>>126368
Would sugarcubes make filly drunk like other horses or would it be just like eating dem cubes as human?

>>126371
how do you know that it isn't just filly glaring at purple for knocking over her choccy milk?

>>126370
Refer to
>>126284 →

>>126284 →
but why would all the writefags hate each other?

>>126378
Meant for
>>126377

>>126376
Thank goodness. I don't think we'd last the day.

>>126370
Just put it in a cup and drink. It's the same fucking thing.

>>126360
I have no strong feelings one way or the other.

>>126378
>Lone15
>"'`Wrong reply`'"
The mad filly!

>>126379
I can understand why they wouldn't like (you), but not anyone else.

>>126382
Now I want a filly version of this video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvcBm-cbFDk

>>126384
I think its a more of a meme, being so extreme and all, i like his stuff tbh

>>126381
Excuse (You), but it most certainly is not.

>>126389
If you want filly to pee in your mouth, and you are the only filly, there is only so much you can do. Stop being a bitch and drink your own lemonade.

@126390
(you)

>>126390
fuck off, shill

>>126390
Out.

>>126392
>>126393
>>126394
HIVEMIND
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>>126396
That's cause you're a mentally ill, maladjusted, sociopathic freak.
^:)

>>126390
Get raped by a Paki you pathetic little shit. I'll drink bleach before I visit your slow faggoty general.

Transparent test.

>>126400
A successful test.

>>126401
It actually wasn't. Filly was trying to make herself invisible so that no one would see her playing with lewd stuff.

>>126320
>no old mare anon
why tho

>>126398
Eh, more on the line of a psychopath, maybe? I like to think I don't act on impulse as much as I plan things out, but I'll let you be the judge.
^:)

>>126403
>old mare anon
You ever read that green where Anon is a gynecologist? That's why.

I need to get everyone's opinion: is Anonmare X Anonfilly pure?

>>126405
Filly's first gynecology appointment when?

>>126406
That's extra degenerate.

>>126407
That would work with Filly's first estrus.

>>126406
The purest love is between Anonfilly and Anoncolt.

>>126384
>>126386
holy shit, fuckin #roasted

>>126407
"The test results are back, Anon."
"I'm afraid... you have cancer."
>"She is cancer."

>>126402
She almost make the cum invisible.

>>126411
I don't have that pic, but somebody needs to post it.

>>126409
thas fuckin gay.

>>126406
is a 40-year old dating a 20-year old pure?

>>126409
The leaf knows what's good.

>>126415
Well, I dunno. You tell me.

>>126415
divide by two, multiply by 360 because it's not straight, and divide by the hypotenuse of one of Twilight's vaguely triangular sex toys...
Maybe.

>>126414
Fillyvag + Coltcock = Not Gay

>>126418
This helps.

>>126418
>it's exactly as okay to be a mare with a human girl as it is to be a human guy with a stallion
why does this kinda make sense?

>>126417
the correct answer is no. Remember, half your age plus seven is the minimum acceptable age!

>>126416
oh shit, I've never seen this one. when was this?

>>126421
The Discord already ripped it apart, I'm too lazy to find screenshots of it though.

>>126424
this was from back on /mlp/ during the time CountryRoads was still around
I miss him...

>>126426
It's dated for February 4, 2018

>>126412
I really like that new style ya working on

>>126409
>>126416
Anonfilly and Anoncolt is the best

>>126427
Well it's not the right date. It's from back on /mlp/. Probably a response to someone asking for lewd after seeing the first picture of them together. I know it's old though. I was there, man.

>>126409
>>126420
18+ years thrown out the window to take horsedick, fucking shameful
you already know the purest love
that's why they won the cup

>>126424
>>126426
>>126427
>>126430
I went digging through the archives and I found where it was first posted http://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/31049944/#31051757
It wasn't a response to anything, but somebody later in the thread posted a pic of what it was evidently based on http://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/31049944/#31052591

>>126434
>spoiler text
you know that isn't the reason

>>126436
Though results werent solid it was far from a disaster tbh

>>126437
The success of /mlp/ this winter was mostly luck. The team was a complete mess for many of their matches.

>>126434
>purest love
come on, anon
we all know that the actual purest love is http://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/31339606/#31369050

>>126437
this
twi best mom

>>126428
Danke
but that was an old thing

>>126437
Did you forget the first match?
DERPY
HOOVES
OWN
GOAL

>>126438
>The success of /mlp/ this winter was mostly luck.
This.

>>126442
Do you blame her? She just wanted to help /mlp/ with a goal i doubt that she knows what went wrong
It was also quite hilarious

>>126441
Is that a llamma filly?

>>126445
"HI ANON! I GOT THE STAR JUST FOR /u/!"

>>126445
>"Well, we already had two stars and they didn't have one yet! I just wanted to make everyone happy!"
Fucking Candy.

>>126442
>>126443
>>126445
>>126448
>>126449
Well, this cup did make for some very funny memes at the very least

>>126446
>Is that a llamma filly?
I guess?

>>126452
i want to pet the bird filly

>>126320
>google docs file export is disabled
FIX THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW

Alright, fagolas. I'm first for writing again, so I'm setting the standard for the thread. I hope it's not too shit, and I also noticed a pretty big mistake in the pastebin; I forgot an entire block of text that I didn't catch until today. I hope this isn't too shit, and that you all enjoy it. Since it's a new thread too, here's the pastebin link: https://pastebin.com/J4G5FWzM

>holy shit
>first you meet Twilight, then Celestia, then Luna, and now Chrysalis?
>you didn't think it was possible, but now you're even more floored
>does everyone want to meet you?
>being an alien really does have its perks
>only problem is, this is probably going to drag you into some conflict that you honestly have no place in
>but you're already here and you're not getting back out without Chrysalis's help, so you should probably hear her out
"Alright, where is she?"
>"She's in her personal chamber now, but I can lead you to her."
>now completely unsealed from your cocoon, you step out and dust yourself off
"Thanks, it was starting to get stuffy in there. So, quick question, you all aren't going to kill me, or something?"
>Sapphire looks simultaneously amused and offended
>you didn't even know that was an expression
>"Is that what the other ponies have told you about us? We may not have what they have, but we aren't bloodthirsty savages without any higher thinking. We still have thoughts and emotions, regardless of what they say. But to answer your question, no. We aren't going to kill you or something."
>cool
"Okay, so I suppose we should get going. If Chrysalis wants to see me, I don't think we should keep her waiting for too long."
>Sapphire gives a curt nod and beckons for you to follow her through a nearby tunnel
>as you two navigate this labyrinth of a hive, you can't help but notice two very distinct things
>the first thing you notice is the architecture
>the architecture looks almost gothic in design, with large ornately carved rooms suspended by large pillars and hallways with high, arched ceilings
>it's impressive how much attention to detail was put into this hive, it puts human architecture to shame
>it almost puts Canterlot to shame, too
>and this is all completely underground!
>as you two move further through the massive complex, you notice the second major thing
>the apparent lack of other changelings
>for such an expansive layout, there's not that many other changelings occupying the space
>in fact, the most you've seen in a single room is about 6
>most of the rooms are completely empty, though
>it's kind of sad to see such an impressive work of art not being used to its full extent
>some of the changelings you see wave to Sapphire and she usually waves back, but far more take notice of you and whisper to whoever's near or just simply watch when it's only them in the room
>however, those events are few and far between
>so, you decide to try to make some small-talk with Sapphire instead
"So, is Sapphire actually your name, or is that just the name you used when under your disguise?"
>she thinks to herself for a second
>probably debating whether or not she should give you an answer
>"It's not my real name. That would be Spinneret."
>oh, bug themes
"That's not a bad name, does that mean Emerald's name isn't actually Emerald too?"
>Spinneret responds almost instantly to this
>"No, Emerald is actually named Emerald. The Shine part was just part of the disguise, though."
>oh
>these names and disguises are starting to get confusing
>well, isn't that their job?
>guess that means they're doing it well
"Now that I think about it, where is Emerald?"
>"If she's where I left her, then she's in the upper levels helping with the newest batch of hatchlings. She doesn't usually stay in one place for long though so she could be anywhere by now."
>okay, so your friend, the changeling, is still around here somewhere
>"Did she know about you bringing me with you?"
>"No, she's too young to know about the sensitivity of information. If I had told her, she probably would have told you and caused some problems by doing so. Secrecy and all."
>she's being surprisingly open about things for a spy
"Should you be telling me all this? It seems almost counterintuitive to your job in Ponyville."

>>126457

>Spinneret raises her eyebrows(?) for a second before responding
>"Under normal circumstances, yes. However, Mother has stated this enough to me before Emerald and I left: these are not normal circumstances anymore. She wants every one of her children and me to make this as hospitable an environment for you as possible."
>huh, is she going to try some mind games on you?
>you should be able to resist it, now that you have an idea of what to expect
>your thoughts are interrupted by a voice from behind you both
>"Hey, Anonymous! Sis didn't tell me she brought you with us, what's going on?"
>you and Spinneret both stop in your tracks and turn around
>you both are greeted by the sight of a changeling filly with the brightest green eyes you've ever seen
>she gets the biggest grin you've ever seen a changeling have as she bounds over to you both
>"It's Emerald! I bet you didn't recognize me without the disguise, didn't you?"
"Honestly, I didn't. I also don't exactly know why I'm here, but I heard Spinneret say that it's because your mother wants to meet me."
>Emerald goes wide-eyed before joining you two on your walk to Chrysalis
>"I knew Mom would like you! I think you're going to like her, too. And I guess now that you're here, wanna know a secret?"
>it's almost funny how nonchalantly Emerald's handling this
>it's almost like she's just a regular filly in a changeling suit
"Sure, go ahead."
>she looks down at the floor before responding
>"I actually wasn't lying about anything I said back in Ponyville except that I was told to make friends. Mom told me to look for you, and to try to become your friend. I hope that doesn't change anything, because I still think you're my friend."
>brutal honesty?
>Spinneret wasn't kidding about the sensitive information part
>well, at least you know you can trust her
"You're still the same filly that became my friend out in that schoolyard, just with a different look. I think it's going to be fine. Twilight might not let you come over any more, though."
>you two both laugh at this, and Spinneret probably rolled her eyes
>you can just barely see her smirk at that remark, judging by what you can see of her face
>"Alright you two, we're almost to Mother's private chamber. Emerald, you stay outside with me. Anonymous, you go inside. Mother's waiting for you."
>eventually you three get to a door at the end of a long hallway guarded by two beefy looking guards
>the one on the left speaks to Spinneret
>"Is this Anonymous?"
>that thing's got a girly voice for such a huge body and stance
>wait, are all of them mares?
>is this like ants and bees, or something?
>it wouldn't be the weirdest thing you've heard of
>"Yes, I assume Mother is waiting?"
>"Yes, she has specified that this is to be a private conversation."
>"As I guessed. Don't worry, I've also informed Emerald about this, we will respect the privacy of our guest and our queen."
>Spinneret moves aside and pulls Emerald with her, beckoning you forward
>as she does this, the two guards move aside
>you step up to the door, and that's when you hesitate
"Am... Am I just supposed to open it?"
>you look back at the others, waiting for an answer
>one of the guards is facehoofing, the other sighs, Emerald's stifling a laugh, and Spinneret just looks disappointed
>"It's a door. Yes, you open it!"
>well, now you just look stupid
"Oh, r-right... Guess I'll j-just..."
>damnit, the stutter's back
>and you were doing so well!
>you open the door to the interior chamber of Chrysalis

>>126458

>you're not sure what you expected, but it's not too far off
>the space is a bit smaller than the rest of the hive's rooms, and much less ornate
>almost like it wasn't a priority to have this room decorated, and it was just enough to have it to begin with
>there's also some furniture that looks like it was brought from outside the hive
>a couch, a chair, a table, and a small bookshelf overflowing with old-looking books
>the room you're in has a couple doorways to other rooms, too
>one leads to a bathroom and another to an apparent magical projection of the sky outside
>upon closer inspection, there's also a bed in that room
>the third room is the one you see Chrysalis waiting in
>she's standing alone, gazing at some pictures she has mounted on the wall
>as you move to the doorway, you see what's in the pictures
>it looks like a younger Chrysalis sitting with an older changeling queen
>probably her mom
>you don't want to interrupt her, but she has business with you
"You wanted to see me, your highness?"
>she turns around to face you, with a welcoming expression on her face
>"Good evening, Anonymous, my name is Chrysalis. I hope your trip here wasn't too off-putting, Spinneret told me about what measures she took to get you here. I would hate to start off on the wrong hoof with you, seeing as how I went to all this effort just to meet you."
>she's being more polite than you expected, could this actually be genuine?
>then again, changelings are born manipulators
>this could just be her natural choice of action to get somepony to do what she wants
"I suppose it wasn't too bad; I would've appreciated a bit of warning, though. So, what do you need?"
>"First off, I'd like you to take a seat."
>Chrysalis points over to the furniture, and you both take a seat
>trying to be polite, you take the chair and leave her the couch
>after you both are seated, she continues
>"Second, I'd like for you to tell me a bit about yourself."
>you shouldn't tell her the actual truth, you have no way of knowing what she'd do with this knowledge
"I'm a filly from Manehattan who's good enough at her studies to win a chance to study under Princess Twilight Sparkle."
>Chrysalis shakes her head at hearing this before responding
>"I have a suspicion that's not the truth. I apologize if I'm being blunt here, but I'd like to hear who you really are."
>shit
>she caught you
>you're not sure you have any other explanation that doesn't sound like complete shit
>you're probably going to have to tell her the truth
"Alright, you caught me. I'm not from here. At all. I'm from an entirely different universe, and I'm not actually a pony. Twilight changed me into this so I could blend in and not cause a panic. I'm actually a 22-year-old human male from a planet called Earth."
>Chrysalis's eyes slowly widen as you give her this explanation
>after you finish, she stands back up and bows in front of you
>"Then I welcome you to the Badlands."
>after she straightens back up and sits back down, she continues
>"That must explain the visit to Canterlot, Celestia was giving you a formal welcome to Equestria. I apologize heavily for any discomfort you've felt on the way here, I didn't know you were this important."
>she was completely in the dark about you being an alien, but she knew about your visit to Canterlot
"Can I ask a question?"
>As many as you like."
"How much did you know about me before today?"
>"I knew that you showed up out of nowhere and that you were in contact with two of the most powerful ponies on this planet, everything else was unknown."
>probably more spies told her this
"Okay, so then why did you want to see me?"
>Chrysalis sighs and looks up for a second
>"I had a gut feeling that you were more important than you looked, and I was right. I wanted to see you because..."
>she pauses, choosing her next words carefully
>she stares you right in the eyes with a somber and slightly desperate expression as she finishes her sentence
>"... Because I need your help."

>>126413
This one?

>>126459
Why do I feel that anonfilly is going to become a war profiteer?

>>126463
I'm not really sure, care to elaborate?

>>126464
A person who sells weapons of war to both sides of a conflict... I think

>>126467
Ah. I'm not saying anything about my plans, but I will say that I'm planning another alternate scenario soon.

And now, a recap, back by absolutely no net demand, a recap!

Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G

>You are Anon, a cute green filly with psychic powers.
>About 10 days ago, you were a human, living on Earth.
>When you went to sleep, you woke up in Canterlot Castle, in a body you didn't recognize, in a timeline that doesn't make sense.
>It's a full decade before Nightmare Moon is supposed to return, but you've already had to deal with a changeling infiltration while staying with Twilight and family, and now you're all living in Ponyville as part of an Equestrian witness protection program.
>To make things crazier, you're not the only filly who used to be a human.
>Thus far, Twilight, Lyra, and a new filly you just met named Blossomforth (or Hannah as she'd prefer to be called) all have stories similar to yours - human one day, pony the next.
>Fortunately, they all make good friends, and the level of craziness in your life seems to be on the downturn lately.
>You are right now finishing up breakfast with Blossomforth, about to head outside to become a guinea pig for one of Twilight's spells.

>>126368

Kind of difficult to make that sort of argument while Princess Cadance is sitting right across from her with a hangover, and her head face-planted into a sticky pile of pancakes.

>>126469
I do love these.

>>126469
>"a recap" is repeated: once at the beginning of the sentence, once at the end
I'm not sure whether this is a mistake or it's meant to be a joke

You're quick to excuse yourself from the table. While Blossom may still be interested in pestering the adorable pink princess sitting across from her at the table, you recognize a bad hangover when you see it. Cadance's face is literally buried in her pancakes, with some of the apple-pear jam starting to get into her hair. At this point, you're almost starting to feel sorry for her. Almost. Still not enough to drag your new friend away from her chance to meet a REAL pretty pink pony princess.

Twilight, however, has a bit more sympathy, and proceeds to drag Blossom away from the table as soon as she finishes up the last bite of her pancakes. She at least permits her to ask more questions as soon as the day's work is up.

The three of you head outside, and Blossom quickly sets about grabbing as many clouds for you as possible. Within half an hour, she manages to disassemble a large rain cloud and converts it into a series of platforms leading up to a single giant cloud. Once the preparations are in place, Twilight begins casting.

To your displeasure, she first casts the spell on herself, and takes a step onto the cloud. Once she sees that it's safe, she casts the spell a second time, and you feel as though you're a little bit lighter. She motions for you to join her, and so you step up and place your hooves onto the cloud.

You're not sure what would be the best way to describe the sensation. In a way, standing on a cloud is kind of like standing barefoot in sand. Or perhaps it's like snow, but not nearly as cold. It's certainly solid enough that you don't think you're going to sink through it, but you can nonetheless feel the soft wisps of cloud matter pooling over your hooves. Definitely a feeling you'd like to try some more. Unfortunately, it's not so solid that you'd be able to fly it around so easily like a skateboard. Perhaps you will have to find some other way to imitate Goku while in Equestria.

Twilight flashes you a wide grin.

>"Hey, race you to the top!"

>>126472

It was a mistake, now it's a joke.

>>126473
Channel your inner Pinkie Pie and hop, skip and jump to the top. [1d100 = 83]

i hope that those 10 of my dudes will enjoy this gay shit as much as i did writing it

>You wake up from a particularly lewd dream.
>You don't actually remember the specifics, but you do remember Luna's face.
>Good thing you won't be meeting her any time soon, but if anything, it was her fault for checking.
>Also, you figure that lewd dreams would be normal around here, not like the ponies around here are THAT pure.
>...Or are they?
>Not like you'd know, you spend all your time with the most impure one.
>Speak of the filly, you notice her poofy black mane stir a little.
>-She also drooled on your chest.
>You gently reach your hands lower, a palm finding her back, and pet along her coat.
>Another goes for her ears, tenderly rubbing them as she smirks.
>She sleeps peacefully, but it doesn't take long until her eyelashes flutter up.
>The second her gaze finds yours, her face brightens some more.
>"Well hey, I was just dreaming about this."
>She scoots up closer to you, resting the side of her head under your neck.
>You hear her take a long, deep inhale.
>Your petting remains slow, but now that she's awake you move it towards a more tender rubbing.
>You know she loves them rubbins.
>"Mmm... Though, there was once difference in it."
"Yeah?"
>Slowly picking her head up, she closes the gap to be face to face with you.
>You brush the few locks of mane out of her eyes, letting the bright green orbs greet you in all their stunning beauty.
>Without a warning, she presses her mouth against yours.
>Almost immediately, she pushes it a step further, feeling something wet and warm against your lips.
>Alright, well today is already off to a good start.
>Holding her back and head, you reciprocate her advances, tangling your tongue with hers and smacking your lips occasionally.
>You both breathe from your mouths, sharing each other's air.
>It's intoxicating, every time.
>Before you part, you make sure to really mix your saliva together, leaving that line that you always see and read about in shit.
>You know it's one of the things she likes.
>She smiles, red in the cheeks and flashing you a pair of bedroom eyes before going back for another quick peck.
>"So, do you remember what today is?"
>You take a moment to pretend you're thinking.
"Hump day?"
>She frowns, then pauses.
>"Huh, well that IS true too."
>Her frown turns into a small, hurt pout.
>"But do you really not remember?"
>Another pause.
"...Can't say I do. All that I know is that it's a Wednesday..."
>Her ears fall.
"-And the day that I met a certain beautiful little filly, some three years ago."
>Her ears pick up again with a grin.
>Seeing that smile will never get old to you.
>"God, you're such a cheesy faggot."
>You ruffle her mane, getting a good look at her cute face as her tongue sticks out in a smirk.
>She purrs, her expression becoming sultry.
>"Sooo, are we gonna start this morning off right? Celebrate hump day a little?~"
"I couldn't think of anything better."
>With a squee, she stands on your chest and slowly spins around.
>Her tail flags up, and you're left with a perfect view of her already glistening horsepussy.
>You take a moment to just admire her, seeing her clit poke out as a strand of her fluids drip down.
>:sweatingfilly:
>Grabbing two handfuls of her flank, you knead them tenderly, then bring her down on your face with zero resistance.
>It's the little things like that, that just make it better.
>You're as comfortable with her as she is for you.
>Nothing but trust, respect, and some of that particular feeling that just bubbles up a little more every day.
>Her hind legs splay over your sides, and you feel her front half lay down on your stomach.
>You take a second to just enjoy her scent.
>Minty cookies, you'll never get it.
>But it'll never get old to you.
>She clearly doesn't wait as long, and soon you feel something warm and wet around the top of your member.
>No pulling down of clothes needed.
>Hasn't been for a whole years since today, actually.
>Not only does it make her, "feel a bit more normal being naked all the time," but you usually take them off in the morning anyways.
>Her idea, of course.
>Bringing her rump closer, you almost immediately catch her clit with your tongue.
>She moans a little onto you, and you feel her left hind leg twitch.
>Always thought that was cute.
>She steps up her own game and takes more of your length, swirling her tongue around and bobbing slowly.
>You push through and keep on her, running along her walls but keeping the focus on that clit of hers.
>Tastes just like those girlscout cookies, man.
>You hold one hand on her rump, and slink the other to tease those tiny little teats of hers.
>The shudders under your touch and moans a little louder.
>Going for the trifecta, you pull your hand from her flanks and just below her dock.
>You blindy circle around her ponut with your index finger, before gently sliding it in.
>"Hmmmph..."
>Yeah, you know she's a fan of this stuff too.
>The cute little faggot.

>>126476
>With the three trio of lewdness, she succumbs to your power in no time.
>Her moan comes out a little higher pitched, and you keep on going as her flavored juices gush out onto your face.
>You should seriously try bottling this stuff some time.
>You mean you've already eaten pancakes with it.
>As the shudders with pleasure, she continues forward on her quest, picking up the pace and diversifying her tactics.
>Moving between just licking all over, pressing her tongue against your length, and really sucking after you're hilted.
>Christ, makes you wonder what she could do with a grapefruit.
>You feel her starting to shake a little more, but not before you get that all familiar feeling building up in you.
>Her moaning gets more frequent, and you can't help but join this time around.
>Her snout presses against you every time, sending vibrations down to your legs with her voice.
>The pressure builds up quickly, but she doesn't stop.
>Just as you blow past the point of no return, you catch onto her clit with your lips as she does the same.
>You hilt your finger inside, and rub her teats with your palm.
>You unload right into her mouth as she keeps the rhythm up, wincing a bit as her onslaught just continues.
>She takes spurt after spurt no problem, and doesn't stop until you're just completely flaccid.
>While you're licking your face after her climax, she spins back around to face you, then swallows.
>Already activated Jr. for round two.
>She moves in for another passionate kiss, sitting down just above your second mate.
>Breaking the kiss halfway, she pants.
>"N-no homo."
>You can't help but grin.
>That was a line you felt you had crossed a long time ago.
>But you're both degenerate anyways, so it's okay.
"Never homo."
>Your hands now free, they brush over her curves, up and down.
>You knead with two handfuls, and some content hums leave her muzzle.
>Just as she breaks away, you hold her back and her rump, then spin around, leaving her pinned under you.
>She leans in for another kiss, and her hind legs quickly wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to her.
>Can never doubt that Earth pony strength of hers, damn.
>Your tip just barely touches near, poking into her folds, and she pulls you in with her forehooves.
>You can't help but gasp as your whole length is taken in, squeezing into that tight little spot of hers.
>She does this right alongside you, and you're left in a perfect fit.
>You look right into those sparkly emerald eyes on her.
"You're beautiful."
>She scrunches with a small grin on her face.
>"Sh-shut up, faggot."
>She does just that by leaning in again, messily mixing each other's saliva while you pull out.
>Squeezing her thighs over you, you start at your usual slow pace, just enjoying every bit in her embrace.
>Every push of yours is met with a wet, slick noise.
>Like mixing spaghetti around in a bowl.
>It sounds like that.
>That tight little fillypuss of hers just hugs onto you so snugly.
>Though with how quickly she gets excited, it's never been a problem.
>Every inch of those velvety walls clamp down just right, parting only for you.
>Every hilt gets you a cute gasp out of her, and a little sway of her hips.
>When she finally parts from the kiss, she hugs your neck with her forelegs and looks into your eyes.
>...Christ, everything about her is just so perfect to you.
>Her clit rubs your underside frequently, which just gets more adorable noises out of her.
>You gently hilt inside her each time, a soft clap accomanying every thrust.
>Her moans quickly turn into a light panting, as her tail moves to wrap around one of your legs.
>"Mmm, cum in me, y-you filthy jew."
"Oy vey!"
>That gets a breathy giggle out of her, and she leans closer to you again.
>There's less wrestling, and she just explores the space of your mouth with her tongue, voice cracking in a moan of your name every so often.
>"Oh Anon, I, I l-lo-oooaaah!"
>You thrust deeper into her, making sure to stay hilted for just a little longer.
>Her whole body shudders, and that leg of hers goes crazy.
>Another wave of her juices come gushing out, coating your pelvis and a bit of the bed below you.
>She moves her hips a little and grinds into you, prompting you to do the same to her.
>Her eyes roll up and her tongue lolls out in a perfect ahegao face you wish you could capture.
>Her big, fluffy hips move around with yours, just giving you that extra bit of unf.
>Once recovered, her legs hug you a little tighter, almost in time for the end to grow near.
>She shares your breaths and pants a little softer.
>Moving her hips she mirrors your movements, moaning in your ear while you hug her close to you.
>"Ahh, hmmmph, oh Anon, just unload in me."
>Her muzzle makes its way closer to you.
>"Make me your mare."

>>126473
>>126475
This, and last one there has to make lunch/dinner for everyone else.
[1d100 = 54]

>>126477
>Oh be still, my throbbing cock.
>Her words push you a little closer.
>"Come on, let it all out into me, paint my walls white..."
>Jesus christ, her lewd talk does more to you every time.
>You quickly near your end, slapping against her thighs a little more feverishly.
>Your family jewels slap against her ponut, and every thrust just makes her embrace tighter.
>Soon enough you can barely move, and find yourself nearer to just grind into her.
>She shudders into another orgasm, and you take the break to thrust a little deeper into her.
>"Oh, mpph, y-yess-aaahhh!"
>You silence her with your last kiss, spreading her juices between the both of you and the bed.
>She moans into your mouth as you reach the end.
>You let loose, your member throbbing inside of her as more and more of your cum is emptied through her cervix.
>She grinds along with you, riding out the last bits of your orgasm together.
>Staying in each other's embrace, you don't break the lusty kiss until you're completely done once again.
>Another gaze is shared between you both.
>"H-happy hump day, faggot."
"Y-you too."
>She giggles, then hugs you closer to her, not making a singe effort to move away from you.
>Flipping her back around on top of you, you pull the blanket over and hug her tightly, moving to be a bit more snug inside her.
>Today's already looking to be a great day.

fug, and i still went over
alright, well whether you want it or not, i'm gon write a little more of this shit tomorrow

>>126479
>i'm gon write a little more of this shit tomorrow
Please do.

>>126547
Is there a fetish for cropped porn focusing on aroused faces?

>>126553
Yes

>>126553
I'm absolutely sure there is, but in this case that's the whole picture. Unless SmallRodentPenises is holding out on us. A lot of this stuff was tailored specifically to be posted on /mlp/. You got a problem with it?

>he doesn't want to please filly's little body and make her cum

>>126553
>>126557
I have no idea, but a lot of Youtube avatars have that for some reason.

What pone would give the best bareback rides for yall?

Personally i think Derpy would give a pretty fun filled ride

>>126562
Ride the filly.

>>126562

Honestly, I just want to impregnate Twilight Sparkle.

>>126327
Glue made from the corpses of all the anon fillies that an heroed instead of trying to make it in equestria.

>>126562
I would agree, as long as she doesn't fly into a tree, the ground, or a clothesline.

I'm hoping you mean the platonic kind of bareback ride, because no one cucks Dr. Whooves and continues to exist in the timeline.

But you are the filly, filly riding other fillies is just not right
But i would have one of you as my trusty steed

>>126571
Yea, kinda like Spike rides Twilight all the time

I don’t want to be the filly. I just think the filly is a cute and does cute things.

>>126595
That's alright, because it's totally true.

>>126595
>>126596
but the filly is (you)

>>126598
Wait, let me check... Nope. Fug.

>>126595
>I don’t want to be the filly.
>i dont want to be myself and do cute things
what a faggot

>Be Anonfilly.
>Not the same from before but a yellow unicorn one.
>You were standing on a bed with another filly in front of you. Behind her, you could see teal being defeated by the light green filly.
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>The filly in front of you was the red pegasus filly.
>You were right now in a standoff.
>A feather slowly floated down between you and as it landed on the bed you both began to run towards the other.
>As you passed each other you struck once with your pillow at your opponent and she did the same.
>Now you were once again standing a bit away from each other but this time you were facing away from each other,
>Time past until suddenly the red filly's nose scrunched up seemingly by itself.
>When the filly noticed it, she turned around to face you and let out a screeching sound.

"Reeee! You didn't boop me. You didn't even touch me."

"But your nose scrunched up? I did boop you. Just because you aren't trained in the arts of the samurai. You simply need to lurk moar."

"No, needed do used your magic to scrunch my nose."

"Yes, which is resulted in me booping you."

"But that isn't booping. U have to use a hoof in other to do it correctly."

"Nobody said anything about that at the beginning of the match."

"Well, nobody said anything about it since it was assumed to be obvious since the definition of booping is to push back a nose by either a hand or a hoof."

"Since when? it sounds like u r just coming up with these rules on a fly to me."

"If u didn't know what a boop was, then you should have asked before we even started this pillow fight. U newfag!"

"U r just jelly because u didn't get any magic. Stop being such a sore loser. Faggot."

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

>Yeah, so you and this other filly had resorted to solving your problem by irl shitposting.
>As you were screeching you hadn't noticed the light green filly from before sneaking up on you.
>Quickly she jumped on to your bed and before you managed to respond she double booped you two with her front hooves.
>You both glared at her, while she looked around in the room and as she counted the fillies laying still on different spots. After you got booped you were supposed to lie still in the spot you were booped since you were now seriously ded.
>After she had counted to twelve fillies, a smile grew on her face and she struck a pose.
>You were thirteen fillies in the game with you included, which meant that the light green filly standing before you was the last one standing. She had won.

"There can only be one," she said.

>You heard a knocking on the door and all of you fillies froze.

"Is everything okay in there? You are making an awful lot of noise." It was Twilight'svoice that came through the door.

>You looked around at the chaotic state of the room. bed sheets, pillows and even mattress were scattered over the floor. bed frames had been moved around from their original place and feathers that should have been inside pillows were littered here and there.
>The anon that had turned into a zebra filly said what all of you were thinking.
"SHEEEIT!"

Yeah, completely unoriginal and just a bunch of memes.

>>126473
>Imitating Goku
>Not the guy he stole it from
Go read Journey to the West faget

>>126603
Kek. It's "on the fly" as in as things happen. I really like "on a fly" though.

>>126603
>Twilight's Home for Extraordinary Fillies

They're all actually imaginary. Twilight is hallucinating after her fourth time trying to carry an Anonfetus ended in another miscarriage

>>126606
Well that's kind of depressing.

>>126603
kek, good shit anon

I keep thinking about a possible green where anonfilly's special talent is posting on here to ask for help or advice

>>126624
>filly's talent is being so clueless that she has to ask a canadian nazi-horsefucking forum for help
I like it

>>126473
So what happened to the voices inside anon's head?

>>126624
I hope you believe me but I have been thinking about the same thing. Hahahah, what are the odds?

>>126606
Then the imaginary fillies become self aware and have a mental break-down when they hear that their existence was just a hallucination that Twilight was experiencing

>>126479
I loved it, anon. Looking forward to more.

>>126603
Kek

>>126477
>>126479
I would cum fucking buckets if filly asked me to finish inside her like that. Being wanted is my fetish.

>>126624
Do it, faggot. I'd love that shit.

>>126628
Anon's DID was overridden by an even more powerful illness... Forgetful Writefag Syndrome.

>>126653
More pls

>>126653
Keep what up for ever?
The hallucinations?

>>126653
>"What are you talking about? I'll raise all of you. I have the funds and will to do so."
>"You know perfectly well what I mean. It's time to let go, live your life. When's the last time you've talked to any of your friends?"
"Raising you all is my top priority."
>"Still using the lingo, I see. Tell you what, come back when you want to accept it. I'll be here... just as I always am."
>You don't know what's wrong with that filly, she's always been an odd bird.
"Sweetie, is there something you want to talk about?"
>"As a matter of fact, there is. Shut the door, if you will. I'd rather not chance anybody finding out about your little 'problems,' Purple."
>You begrudgingly close the door.
"Look, I know you're a smart filly, but you need to go to school."
>"You and I both know that isn't the right starter, but I'll humor you. Ask me any question."
>You grin as you teleport in Advanced Physics Volume I, with a hastily scribbled afterthought below, 'of our universe.'
>You flip it open to a random page, glance at the equation, and hand it over the the filly.
>"I need values for these variables, faggot."
>Shit.
>Looks like she knows more than you thought.
"Alright, I'll humor you."
>"Finally. This won't be pleasant, but it's for your own good."
>She lets out a laugh, mimicking that of one of the other fillies. Then another, mimicking you, and a third one, mimicking a donkey.
>"If I were real, would I be able to do that?"
>Her impersonations are impressive, but this one has always been a problem filly.
"Go on."
>She'll fail eventually.
>"I'll start with the insecurities you know of. You always triple check your work because you're terrified of failure. You can't sleep without a stuffed animal because you're starved for physical comfort. You've been studying combat spells for years now, ever since number six..."
"Stop! You don't know anything about me!"
>She gives you that same sweet smile they all give you, no intention of malice visible.
>"When you were ten, you skinned your knee because another pony tripped you. After that, he began to torment you constantly, always slightly out of sight of your brother's watchful eyes. You began to spend more time inside studying to avoid him. This would later prove to be pivitol to your development, as the studying allowed your entry into Celestia's program. Hmm... they never did find him, did they?"
>Your blood runs cold.
>No...
>No way this could be real.
>You feel your horn spark and fizzle out as you try to cast a dream cutter, indicative of a lack of a dream to sever.
>You hit the filly on her cheek, hard.
>She doesn't flinch as she grows larger and bulkier, taking on the form of a stallion.
>"The means never justify the ends when you have the power of a god."
>She shrinks back down, becoming a filly again.
>"It's time to leave it all behind, Twilight. Foget about all of us. Forget about the stunted scream when you pushed him. I really shouldn't have brought it up, but I'm not perfect. After all, I'm you."
>Tears fall from her eyes as she opens the balcony door and jumps, turning to mist when she hits the path below.
>You swallow, feeling a few tears of your own slide down your cheeks.
>So many failures, all beyond your control.
>As you open wide the doors to the castle, you watch the fillies scatter far and wide into the countryside.
>Even though you've always known they're not real, it gives you a strange feeling of satisfaction.
>"Ohhhhh Twilight! You're out! I was going to get some grub, do ya want to join me?"
>You force a smile onto your face and wipe away the tears.
"I'd love that, Pinkie."
~Fin.

>>126653
>>126657
Another murdered thread, courtesy of Lonnie.

>>126658
Hmm. Purple seems just the tiniest bit clinically insane.

hey fags, guess what?
repeating integers!

>>126666
Thanks, Super Satan.

>>126666
Woah, I'm going to divert all of my attention to this instead of the content that is currently being ignored!

>>126666
Nice

>>126657
Strange concept. I liked it.

>>126666
Anon makes a deal with the devil to become the filly.

Alright you faggots, last time we saw Anonymous, he was called before Chrysalis herself to hear her out, and he learned that she needs his help. In this update, we see what exactly has happened and how it came to be that way, as well as what will be done to fix it. Here you go!

>she needs your help?
>what can you even do?
>you're just some nobody at home and nothing more than a semi-competent alien here
>maybe you'd be able to do something if you were yourself again, but as you are now?
>you're pretty much dead weight
>you don't even have your phone, so you can't even try to bluff your way out of this with shitty memes and saved screencaps from games!
"Why do you think I'd be able to help you? I can't do much as I am now, and Twilight's the only pony who I know can change me back."
>Chrysalis begins thinking again, occasionally glancing at you
>after a while she gets up and moves over to you
>is she going to start inspecting you too?
>sure enough, she begins looking at you from as many angles as she can while pacing around the chair you're in
>eventually, she reaches a conclusion and moves back to the couch
>"The spell she used was definitely potent, it seems to have been more than a simple disguise. In fact, if I'm correct, you've been completely transformed. The spell is simple enough to reverse, but I'm not able to in my current state. However, you're not as useless as you think right now. Twilight allowed you to keep your mind, and the mind is often the most powerful part of a creature."
>is she saying you're smart?
>if she is, it's certainly making you feel smart
"I will admit that I know a considerable amount that Twilight doesn't, but I'm not sure how much of it is applicable here and I know that there are certain things that shouldn't leave Earth. I'll tell you what you want to know as long as it doesn't fall in the second category."
>"Then I will respect your wishes. All I will ask about what you won't tell me is just why you won't tell me."
>she wants to know why?
>that's a simple enough explanation, and Chrysalis seems to be sane enough to respect your advice
"The reason why I'm not going to tell you about certain things is because their mere existence on Earth has made the planet much more dangerous on a global scale, whether because it's caused a forced dependence on a certain limited material that the global economy might not be able to go without when it's finally used up or because it directly threatens life on a mass scale and can render environments unlivable for years."
>this vague warning seems to have taken hold in her mind easily, since she's now wearing a similar expression to the one that Twilight had when you first told her about nukes
>"I understand. I would hate for the same misfortune to come here that has already claimed your world."
>good, you have physical confirmation
>now you two can get down to business!
"Now that we got that out of the way, would you mind telling me exactly what you need help with? It would probably make both of our lives easier."
>Chrysalis sighs and bows her head as she mentally prepares herself to give you all of her worries about the future
>"I'm not sure if you noticed on the way in, but there weren't many changelings present. In fact, I am running dangerously low on useable seed and I fear every day that this next batch will be the last. The only hope I have is being able to coordinate a proper raid on Equestria, and I don't want to risk any more of my children. Not after what happened before..."
>she turns away and sheds a tear before trying to visibly calm herself down
>what happened before?
>is she talking about that time when Glimmer "redeemed" all those other changelings, turning them into brainwashed pussies?
>as you continue to ponder this, Chrysalis confirms it for you
>"That... That MONSTER and that ungrateful traitor, they took them all! Lured them in with false promises, and took away everything that made them who they were! Now they're nothing... Nothing but mindless slaves to that twisted view of the world..."
>a few more tears leak out, and she once again turns away to try to calm herself down
>wow, this must be really hard on her
>you can't help but feel awkward in this situation, though
>it's not exactly something that you have any experience in dealing with
>after all, you never had kids, much less lost them to communism
>but you feel like you have to do something here
>your mother would always give you a hug when you got sad as a kid, maybe that would help?
>and besides, if Twilight heard this from any other pony, she'd probably do something to try to comfort them
>so you get up off the chair and walk over to Chrysalis, who doesn't notice through her sadness
>when you get there, you reach up around her and give her a hug

>>126677

>you initially feel her exoskeleton twitch under you in what you think is surprise, but she soon accepts your gesture
>after a few more seconds, she even tentatively wraps a hoof around you and rests her head on your small shoulder
>mind tricks be damned, you're not letting somepony feel that messed up without trying to help!
"I'm not going to pretend to know what you're going through, but it's obvious that you mean what you say. I hope I can help you in any way necessary to make sure that this doesn't happen again."
>"Thank you. It's nice to know that somepony cares."
>Chrysalis breaks off after a second more and wipes her eyes while you return to your chair
>"Back to business?"
"Back to business. So, what do you need to pull off that raid?"
>"I need a way to make sure that if casualties are unavoidable, they aren't changelings."
"Alright. I have some ideas of things that might help, but I don't have the tools or raw materials to make any of them, so I'm not sure how useful any of these ideas will be."
>"You may not have the means, but I do. The badlands are incredibly rich in ores, and I'm sure enough spies can be sent in to gather whatever we can't pull out of the ground."
>good, you have something to work with!
>now, let's see if your time spent with your /k/ommando buddies has actually taught you anything
"Then I'm going to need access to a forge, a drill, a mortar and pestle, and all the iron, carbon, sulfur, and saltpeter you can get."

>be Twilight
>it's been three hours since Anon was supposed to be home
>you were okay for the first 30 minutes, but you've been getting more and more worried with each passing second
>what could be taking him so long?
>it's been too long for him to have lost track of time
>should you go over to their house to check?
>that's probably the best idea
>you don't wait another second and leave the room you were pacing in
"Spike, I'm going out. Tell me if Anon came back when I get back, okay?"
>you yell this in what you think is his general direction
>from across the castle, you hear a faint reply
>"She isn't back?"
>after that, you hear Spike running towards you
>a few seconds later, Spike is standing in front of you, completely out of breath
"I'm afraid so. I'm going out to check on her and make sure nothing bad's happened."
>"Okay... I'll watch the door..."
>you both walk down to the front door, and you leave while Spike stays behind
>you walk outside, the evening air cold against you
>you try to remember the route that Emerald took the day before yesterday, and eventually it comes back to you
>you set off back towards the place where you hope Anonymous is still at, walking at a decent pace
>on your way, you can't help but imagine a number of scenarios that may have happened
>he could've been fillynapped on the way home
>he could've suffered another injury during some game and could be at the hospital
>he could've wandered off and gotten lost
>or he may have just lost all sense of time as you thought
>he didn't bring his phone with him and that's what he's been using to check the time
>it's entirely possible, but the pit in your stomach is telling you otherwise
>you keep a straight face and hold yourself together until you get to the house
>you walk up to the front door and knock
>you wait, but there's no response
>you look at one of the nearby windows
>there are no lights on
>nopony's home
>this isn't an ideal situation
>the only other place this could mean is the hospital then
>right?
>you teleport over to the hospital and go check in at the front desk
>"Good evening, Princess. What do you need?"
"I'm here to see if there have been any green fillies that have passed through going by the name 'Anonymous'."
>the nurse checks the record of incoming patients and eventually comes to an answer that sends you into full panic mode
>"No, I'm afraid there haven't been any fillies going by that name, green or otherwise."
>you thank the nurse for her help and leave, clinging desperately to your neutral expression
>after you're outside the hospital, you immediately teleport back to the castle
>as soon as you're there, you instantly lose whatever composure you were pretending to have
>in full view of Spike, too
>he rushes over to you, grabbing you by the shoulders
>"What's wrong? Did something happen to her? What's going on?"
>you push your hurricane of thoughts away for just long enough to form a small coherent answer
"She's gone."

>>126479
>The next thing you know, you've woken up again.
>Though you remember a bit more this time, you were at a Walmart with your lovely filly here, looking at stuff for kids, for some reason.
>As the rest of the memory quickly fades, you find that it's all you can remember.
>Just as your eyes open, you catch sight of her, just watching you with this dreamy look on her face.
>You swear those hearts in her eyes get just a little more prominent every day.
>"Sorry, couldn't resist..."
>You pet her mane and rub her ears gently, smiling as she leans into your hand.
"That's okay, nobody can."
>"-PFFFT, keep dreaming faggot."
>You pretend to do just that, looking off in thought with a smile.
>"'Ey, you dream anymore and I'll go full yandere on your ass, don't test me mate."
"Jokes on you, that's my fetish."
>She pauses for a moment.
>"No you, faggot."
>Heh, still the superior shitposter.
>Hugging her closer to you, your hands move to knead her flanks.
>Of course her face starts to heat up, and you glance at the clock beside your bed.
>Still early, surprisingly.
"Alright then... you ready for the next part of today?"
>From biting her lip, she looks down at you.
>"Wait, so we're not just going to do each other all day?"
>While that does sound like a great idea, that's what later is for.
>You want to surprise her today.
"Next hump day for sure. Or hell, even tomorrow."
>"Ooor the rest of the week?"
"That too."
>The one perk of not having a consistent job schedule.
>She picks herself up a little, moving her hips around in a small grind.
>"Sooo, what did you have in mind?"
>Your thoughts quickly fade away with every rotation.
>Unf, those hips man.
>Mesmerizing.
"Well now I can't really think straight."
>She bites her lip again, hind legs hugging your sides as she gently picks herself up, bobbing those flanks on top of you.
>"Sooo?~"
"Sooo, you're a faggot."
>Your hand moves to her hips, and now with your go ahead, she does her thing.
>Filly's got a higher libido than you, you swear.
>She plants her hooves on your chest, then rides you at a steady pace.
>Already ready for action before you even started, you just enjoy the feeling.
>And to help things go a little smoother, you pick your legs up, her rump now smacking against your thighs.
>Now much closer to you, you can share each other's breath.
>Just the small bit of warmth coming from it, the sound of her panting, christ it's the perfect mix to be called adorasexy.
>That noisy, wet sound fills your ears with every movement of her hips.
>The few shitty memes you've seen back on Earth come to mind.
>'that's what good pussy sounds like'
>You knead her flanks and bring yourself deeper into her every time she connects.
>Soft moans escape her lips, and even though this is slower than it was earlier, it's just as great.
>Shit, it always is.
>"Mmm, yeah..."

>>126679

>Oh the little minx, she knows just how to tickle your pickle with her words.
>You run your hands all over those wonderful flanks of hers, squeezing that Cutie Mark and just getting a feel for her amazing rump.
>Gotta love those Earth pony genes, man.
>Your hips buck forward on their own, so you start a small rhythm of your own, pushing as deep as you can inside of her.
>Every inch is just so amazingly tight, it makes you sure that some kind of cosmic force really did bring you together.
>One Anon and Anonfilly in this whole Equestria, both super degenerate, craving the same things and seeing them the same way.
>And if that isn't enough, the fact that your length is EXACTLY enough to touch her cervix, I mean, that's gotta say something.
>Your hands move away from her flanks, and you just rub up and down her body.
>The smirk on her face grows as you give her as much of your attention.
>But soon you find it's not enough, so you put just a little pressure down on her.
>And in an instant, she moves without a second thought, resting her body on you and hugging your neck with her forehooves.
>Now face to face with her, you're left in control, sliding in and out of her wonderfully snug filly bits.
>Every time you hilt inside, you catch her flanks lazily moving with your body, her hind legs picking up from their spots ever so slightly.
>"Ohhh, mmm..."
>Her little moans are so cute.
>You go in for a kiss, holding her rump with one hand, and the back of her head with another.
>This one is less wild, just as gentle and passionate as the loving itself.
>Your tongue meets hers, and they both tango together.
>She holds hers against yours, tastebud to tastebud, only moving to claim every inch she can.
>You swirl around her tongue, brushing against it where you can.
>A needy, throaty moan comes out of her.
>And if that wasn't enough, the fact that a bit of fluids leaked out of her should tell you that she's enjoying it.
>As you kiss, you put a little more focus into your pelvic movements, lining them up to go as deep as possible.
>"Ahn, mmph!"
>With just three perfect thrusts, you can tell she's closer.
>Her tongue moves a little sloppier, and that leg's a twitchin'.
>You thrust a little harder, slapping against her rump and feeling a slight jiggle from it.
>"Unf, harder!"
>You do as the filly says, and she takes to staring into your eyes while she pants.
>She drools a little bit on you.
>"F-fuck yeaaah, ohhh..."
>Her words speed things up, and already you feel the end nearing again.
>Other hand free, you move them back to her hips and smash right into her.
>"Mmm, fuck me!"
>Good god.
>The slick noises coming from your thrusts is drowned out by her moans and panting.
>Every smack gets a tiny squeak out of her.
>"F-fill me up, fag. Ahh, I want you deep inside me..."
>That quickly pushes you over the edge, so you pick up the pace and smack right into that delightful little horsepussy of hers.
>"Ah y-yes! Do it faggot, make me your mare!"
>The feeling sneaks up on you, and you slam right into her for the last time, sending another round of cum right into her waiting womb.
>You both grind the orgasm out in bliss, before falling into a pile of steamy, content cuddling.

i actually didnt plan to write another lewd scene, much less one that breaks 6000 characters again
kinda just happened, moar shit tomorrow too, this'll be quite a long one shot, looks like

>>126473

"Hmm... alright, but loser has to make dinner!"

>"Deal."

On a count of three, you each take off. Twilight, as it seems, is a little out of shape. She's been spending way too much time studying and doing magic assignments for Princess Celestia to really get much muscle to her legs. Meanwhile, you've been playing lots of hoofball in the evenings, and this disparity in physical strength becomes blatantly obvious when you find yourself halfway up the cloud stairs, while Twilight is only a third of the way up.

As a way of being sporting, you slow down a little bit, and take the time to joyfully skip up the clouds. This puts you at about Twilight's pace, but it's at least pretty fun. In a way, it makes you understand why Pinkie Pie does things the way she does. You also start to wonder when you'll get a chance to meet her. Surely, she'll show up in Ponyville sooner or later.

When you have about a fifth of the way left up the clouds, Twilight finds her second wind and starts galloping at top speed, closing in on you. For a brief moment, you see a vision of her reaching the top before you, so you immediately turn about face and bolt as fast as your legs will carry you. You end up winning by just about a neck length. Though you're not sure where the hell Twilight got all of that energy from, you're pretty sure she just pulled the same crap she did in the Running of the Leaves episode, hiding her power level until the end of the race. Either that or she cheated and casted a haste spell while you weren't looking. Either way, doesn't matter, she's making dinner tonight.

The two of you make your way onto a very large cloud that looks to be the size of a house. Blossom is napping off in the corner. You probably have about half an hour before you will either need to leave, or Twilight will need to re-cast the spell.

What do?

>>126657
So were there 13 miscarriages or does she feel guilty for killing someone?

>>126628
>>126651

I have forgotten nothing. I put voices in Anon's head whenever you all suggest something nuts, like raping ponies or demanding certain countries be obliterated with nuclear weapons. Moreover, if I apply things like this constantly, filly will get used to them. I want to lull filly into a false sense of security, and then have voices come out of nowhere and tell her to start murdering ponies and turning them into cupcakes. Or perhaps another prophetic dream after weeks with nothing.

Never reveal your hand, and only play your trump card in an opportune moment.

>>126455
Fauvra owns the original and he made so I can't adjust those settings.
So I made a copy.

Whoever OPs the next thread, please use this one.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BP6aPchH3lGIRdzd78IWykMCXuKLrNABi6bxZGVTy9c/edit?usp=sharing

also, fuck your impatience, I do things when I feel like it.

>>126686
Fuck me? No, fuck you.

>>126687
I prefer to receive without consent, please.

So you'd be *doing me* a favor.

>>126683
Settle down next to Blossomforth to catch your breath and ask Twilight what she plans to make.
[1d100 = 13]

>>126688
>ywn transform all nighter into your happy filly waifu
why live

https://pastebin.com/DtWczEeJ
Long delay, sorry.
I got a flight today, So it'll be a bit until next time.

>The reddish-orange feline-avian hybrid led you over to an abnormally small sleeper car in the train, to which conditions were questionably livable.
>"Sorry, little pony, it's all we have for now as we're not set up for guests right now."
>Turing your head to her, she patted your thick mane as she stared at you with sympathy.
>"You can sleep in Spear's bed, for now, he still needs to pay me back for an... earlier incident."
>You gave no audible response and merely nodded, with the adrenaline draining from your system, tiredness was trying to claim you.
>Leading you in the army forest green bed, you threw yourself onto your side and collapsed, tossing Miss Hornet ride beside you as you ignored her.
>The Need for sleep was...so bad that it felt wrong.
>The last thing that came to your vision was the griffon bringing the matching blanket over you, tucking you in as you finally passed out from the first ordeal.
>...
>Despite your trial, your body, did not grace you with any dreams. The only darkness which seemed to tease you about your near death.
>Clikety-Clack Clickety-Clack Clickety-clack.
>However, as time seemed to slip by in a mere flash, you felt the massage of the bumps in the tracks soothe you.
>Kinda contradictory to before, they terrified you, in fact, you should not want to be on one whatsoever after getting knocked off by your mom.
>But yet here you are, yet again.
>what was up with her anyway? She didn't act like herself; it even felt like she didn't recognize you at all.
>While you pondered, the sunshine which comforted you before, was now annoyingly beaming down on your backside. Making that section of your comfortable cooling body and bed, irritatingly warm.
>Despite your body's protests, you pry your eyes open to see slightly, snow-soaked Miss Hornet, staring at you with the button-eyes.
>You smile.
"Together to the end, right?"
>Her stitched smile agreed.
>She'd never leave you.
>She needed to guide you.
>Creeeeeak, slam!
>You jump slightly as you turn to the griffon from before, who now wore bags over her eyes.
>She carried a plastic grey tray over to a table next to the bed across before laying it down.
>"To the end of what, little pony?"
>You remain silent.
>The griffon looked at you half-expectantly awaiting your response, before giving in and pouring a tear pot of steaming liquid into a brown cup.
>"Still with the caught tongue?"
>She doesn't look at you as she takes a sip.
>The golden liquid from the cup almost seems like heaven in your eyes.
>She looks at you again, half-interested once again.
>"Spear, says you are lost. Are you not?"
>What was it that kept your tongue from moving.
>You shouldn't distrust her, but fear of you, unknown in nature, couldn't help but stop you.
>A few seconds later, your stomach agreed with the sight of the golden liquid by grumbling loudly.
>"Would you like some tea? Your belly is screaming for it, no?"
>Silence.
>She sighs tiredly.
>"Listen, little pony. Let me tell you a saying from back in my home country, so you understand, yes..."
>She grabs another cup and fills it.
>"It goes 'hunger is not your aunt, and it will not bring you a pie.' it is a silly saying, is it not?"
>Tilting your head, you look at her quizzically.
>She sighs, with her tired look making her seem as if frustrated.
>She's got persistence, you'll give her that.
>Most ponies would have given up on you.
>Hell, you gave up on yourself in a fashion that was... unsuccessful.

>>126693
>"What it means is, you need to help yourself to fix problem, okay? and you cannot be saying no to help when you need it."
>She rolled the table to you as she forcibly placed the cup in front of you on it.
>"Now, would you like some tea?"
>You stare at it momentarily, before breaking eye contact and guiltily staring at your bed.
"Y-yes, please."
>She picks it up and hands it over to you, slowly you grab it while avoiding eye contact.
>Sitting up, you looked deep into the cup as it reflected back a golden filly, ragged and unkempt.
>Make the first step.
"Where are we going?"
>"Griffonstone, to pick up cargo."
>Glacing at the window, you saw the passing of a forest.
>Probally far off away from the Crystal Empire.
"And then?"
>"and then what?"
"Where are we going after that?"
>There was a short pause.
>"You're going to the protective services..." She emphasized.
>It instantly depressed you that she was dropping you off as soon as she got the chance.
>Though you suppose you had to understand.
>You were a burden.
>Like how you've for most of your life.
>"Me and Spear, we'll probably head to Baltimare, as most of our customers need goods there."
>"...Sorry, but the freight business is no place, for a bitty pony like you. Especially since we don't know where you live."
"Okay...I understand-"
>"But..."
>But?
>"If you tell us where you live, we may drop you off there."
>You looked up at her with a glint of hope in your eyes.
>Although you still had doubts, there's no way they go out of their way to help you.
>For the longest time though, you opened your mouth to speak. Spending more time than necessary to tell Sickle.
>She waiting expectantly, the tired look supposedly replaced with curiosity.
>What was her endgame?
"My mom said...she was going to the Crystal Empire for work. I-... wanted to go with her, but she didn't want me going, but..."
>"You begged."
>You nodded.
>Leaving it at that, you decided not to tell her that your mother was the one who pushed you off the train in the first place.
>She looked out at the door to the engine room.
>"V'ell, we're way past that, so It'll have to be done on the way back."
>She got up, as she headed back.
>But one question plagued your mind.
"Why are you helping me?"
>The griffon froze and turned her head toward you.
>"Because it's...the right thing to do." She stated unconvincingly as she dodged her intent.
>Much more hastily, she made her way out, intending to avoid further questioning.
>Maybe ask her further later.
>You weren't in a position to push the subject.

>>126688
>I prefer to receive without consent
You reminded me of what I will never have.

>>126692
>waifu
Never thought I’d hit that status
>me...happy
>mfw

Will you other writefags shut up for two hours so I can get a post in? I don't want to get buried.

>>126697
what was that? you need people to post more green?

>be anon
>also filly
>chillin like a villain with your other filly friends, playin tic tac toe, talking about random shit
>then this other faggot shows up
>"guys look, i made some green!"
>you pause and look at the nigga
>she just has this big smile on her face, holding these pieces of paper up like it's an award
"...and?"
>her ears fall a little, but her smile stays
>"you know, so you guys can r-read it! just like old times!"
>there's some more silence
>"there's only one copy of it."
>"n-no, i-i actually made a few! i wrote down the same things in these, i-if you guys wanted to read it and stuff..."
>she grabs a few stapled pieces of paper and holds them on her chest
>"well, i mean, we're kind of living IN a green, anyways..."
>"yeah, the hell could you possibly write that we can't just do right now?"
>she pauses
>"w-well... y-you..."
>"and we're kinda doing our own thing."
>she looks at the ground in front of you, as if just noticing the stuff you were doing
>"o-oh, i..."
>maybe because you felt pity for the poor writefag, you're the only one that hasnt avoided eye contact yet
>so she looks at you
>christ you swear you can see tears starting to form
"i... i guess i could look at it?"
>her smile comes back, but her ears don't pick up all the way
>biting a stack of papers lightly, she leans towards you with it
>"heer yoo guh!"
>you take it and place it on the ground to read
>dont even go through the first line, and you notice that she's still looking at you
>you awkwardly notice her gaze
"i, uh..."
>"o-oh, well i was hoping you could tell me what i did wrong and stuff, and, a-and if you liked it, and yeah... just, pretend im not here, okay?"
>slowly moving back to the paper, you just cant take your focus away from those green hooves at the corner of your eyes
>but you try to push through
>look at the very top
>'a filly green'
>'by: assfaggot'
>oh
>wait, what?
>you look up at the beaming green filly, smaller than you, poofy mane, big sparkling eyes
>...not what you expected.
>looking just below that
>oh my god
>this handwriting is absolute fucking garbage
>well, mouth writing
>-actually, not even with your mouth could you be this shit!
>must've used her ponut or something instead, this is completely ineligible
>its like looking at cuneiform
>you subtly brush across the edge of the paper with your hoof
>holy fuck that's quite a few pages
>you cant fucking understand this trash
>you've never even read anything by this writefag in the first place!
>glancing slightly to your left, you still see that same smile
>and on the other side, those fags are still kinda silent, fiddling around and barely glancing at you or the filly
>trying not to be a dick, you pretend to read the thing, gliding over the terrible scratches and marks that this filly calls writing
>it takes a quite a while before you reach the end, and you realize that you just wasted a good part of your life pretending to read shit for some faggot filly's feelings
>"s-sooo... how was it?"
>your mouth moves before your brain does
"never fucking write again please"
jk ily bby

continuing/finishing my story from
>>126237 →
>This place is just too strange.
>There’s plenty of humans around us doing us injections, examinations, blood samples, analysis, cut a bunch of our mane, tail, fur…
>I keep hearing Anon screaming “not the probe” I don’t know what he’s talking about.
>Since they did test us all they realized and were disappointed that we cannot control scalar fields of energy.
>that doc looks like a nerd, but he’s got nice glasses, I can’t see anything right
“When you talk about scalar fields of energy… Do you mean, magic, right?”
>Doctor: “If you call this magic, maybe. You don’t have any levitation or any knowledge about portals, faster than light travel, or anything about our civilization, don’t you?”
“No, we’re tourists. Just tourists. Sorry to disappoint you.”
>Doctor: “riight…” he said, frowning at us. “You might protect the anthropomorphic pink creature who attacked one armored division a couple of days ago.”
“Are you going to stop inserting things inside of me and my friend?”
>Doctor: “This is just to know you better, mind you. Your friend, what is he? Male, or female?”
>hear some voice.
>Diamond: “Anon? Silverspoon? You hear me?”
“Yes!”
>Diamond: “If you do please respond, think back just with yes!”
>Doctor: “yeah okay I’m going to go with some gender-neutral”
“I mean, he’s a colt, a …male! Oh no wait no, please don’t send the transgenders of social justice! I don’t want trouble! Also when am I going out of this room?”
>the human looks at me, don’t seems to understand anymore what I’m talking about.
>think “Diamond, where are you?”
>Diamond: “South, are you in Springfield? You’re on the north.”
< “I’m going to answer that.”
“Doc, are we on the north?”
>Doctor: “Yes, how do you know this?”
“Intuition.”
< “We’re on some hospital surrounded by humans, Anon is in the next room, but there’s windows. We’re being examined all the time and they are looking for you. How are you doing this?”
>Diamond: “magic. Or rather one crystal we all three have on us, resonating at a given frequency, using it like a radio.”
>Diamond: “Yes I can hear you, it’s very far from where I am. I’ll need a fast car but I no longer have any bit, I might have to steal one. Urgh. Keep thinking. I’m going to try getting a hint about your location. If you can, try focusing on a clock or something and count the seconds.
< “alright..”
>the humans are examining some x-ray images on the screen
>They have spotted the crystals Twilight implemented on our chest
>looks like they are analyzing us a lot, now one of them is talking about a biopsy.
>I can also hear another one doing another biopsy on Anon’s internal organs, and collecting samples.
>we’ll have to get out of here and fast.
>notice an electronic clock on the wall with blinking time separators.
>Diamond: “ I get that… 4000… 3400 … 3850 3861 3866 kilometers. With more or less twenty kilometers of precision, That’s all good! I think I’m going to reach for Anon’s car since they took my car away. It should still be parked in the wood since last night, I kept walking and I should be reaching it in about one hour, in the meantime you have to find an exit, it’s even a miracle I can use telepathy; this thing is awesome! But I can’t listen in other’s brain or control them. Anon’s telling me you’re probably, very probably in Alaska, I’ll contact you later, I need to save my energy! Also I almost cried last night, you were dying and talked to me… holding me… It was horrible I wanted to heal you but…”
<“ I’m fine, they extracted the fragmented bullet I caught last night. Discord’s spells are shit, that’s a good thing, for Anon, it’s another thing. We’re going to get out of here, okay? I love you!”
>Diamond: “Love you too Spoonie!”
>okay, I must get out of here. Let’s get creative.
>look at Anon
>he stares back at me
>he gets the plan, too.
>some more humans are entering.
>observe their method, timing, technique
>grab the wires and everything over me with my teeth and cut them.
>rush into them.
>they didn’t see it coming
>grab something pointy
>spot the weakest, nerdy midget beta human from the group; like this one with glasses. It’s a girl, was confused because they all wear some surgeon white mask and outfit.
>she’s falling on the floor
>I’m pointing a knife just over her neck
“STAHP! You move she diesh. Chtep back.”
>a doc: “don’t panic”
“SHADAP! OPEN DOOR!”
>doc: “you’re not gonna kill anyone; right, Silver Spoon?”
>put that pointy knife into her neck
>she’s screaming “It’s hurting meeee! Please! Do it!”
> “I’m afraid professor, we can’t let the specimen out!”
“I’LL KILL EVERYONE HERE OK?”
>some guy goes “I got a daugther waiting for me too.”
>another one: “This is an order!”
>he’s putting his badge on the scanner.
>the door opens, as I’m carrying him.
“GIVE BADGE. STEB BACK! STEP BACK I SAID”
>he’s throwing it at me, slowly moving back
>I’m now in a corridor, kicking that girl on the face, pass the badge around my neck.
>Anon’s already fighting with two guys. One he just bucked, and is managing to unstrap himself from the examination table.
>I notice a big red button covered with a plastic cache on a control panel next to the room I was inside, Anon’s and other empty rooms have the same device, clearly saying ‘neurotoxin canister deployment’.
>there’s a key
>some guy and others are bumping their fists at the window
>I turn the key they left in the panel to ‘armed’
>they all scream “NO, NO!”
“YOU OVER THERE, LET ANON GO OR I GAS YOUR FRIENDS, LIKE JEWS IN THE SHOWERS! HEIL ARYANNE!”

>>126705
The agent is panicking and scream “Wills! Let him go or half of the team is dead!”
>he complies to my orders.
>the aforementioned Wills unlocks Anon, taking away his IV off and other things all over him.
“Are you alright?”
>still keep my hoof over the big red switch
>Anon’s giving me a hug “Can’t get any better! Let’s get out of here.”
>look at the woman covering her bleeding nose “I was a bit harsh, you’ve done a good job, thanks, please don’t commit suicide!”
>use the badge to unlock yet another plastic door; we’re passing through some kind of compressed air decontamination shower
>we’re now in some kind of large laboratory with computers, where a lot of humans are working with protection glasses and working with samples.
>going for a stealth approach is flawed. Cameras, armed guards…
“Anon, you still have balls, be creative.”
>Anon: “creative like what?”
“you know how to talk to humans, right?”
>Anon: “that might sound like a stupid plan but …let’s go with bluff.”
>we’re entering the big room
>some scientist is rushing at us “wow, wowow what’s going on here”
>Anon: “Silence, human!”
>armed guards are surrounding us, in a grey camo suit, and a black guy shouts “Freeze!”
>the boss comes in: “Holy shit. …Don’t open fire! We need them alive!”
>Anon’s looking at them. “What are you to even dare giving us any order?”
>he’s looking at them with a menacing stare. I’m going with a neutral smile. But keep thinking “oh shit”
>Anon: “Your mere weapons are now a joke to us, don’t make them look like an insult. My assistant here just neutralized eight of your species a few minutes ago in the blink of an eye”
>humans goes “Oh my God” “What is the security protocol”
“The neurotoxin gas achieved them, thinking it would have an effect on us.”
>we just came in wounded and bleeding, if they are falling for this…
>Anon: “I will however show some mercy, and will require one servant, whom I will spare his, or her life.”
>everyone is looking at eachother.
“Anon. this specimen looks interesting.”
>Anon: “A black human? From the years we studied their history they make good servants. But they are turning rogue”
>black soldier: “hey!”
“He looks slightly stronger than the others.”
>Anon: “maybe not that smart, I sense a lot of fear, and the fact these are still pointing a primitive weapon at us says they will be a weight, we should pick the smartest.”
“Sadly we already are the smartest beings on this planet.”
>We’re advancing to the soldiers.
>Anon acts like embarrassed: “You four, I want you to kneel before us, and we will spare your lives.”
>one of them is going “fuck that, we’re dead, man.”
>another one: “shit, let’s do what the alien says. Motherfucking…”
>another soldier keeps pointing his gun at us. “No. I’m afraid, I have signed to defend this country. I’m not receiving any other orders.”
> “Shit Wolinksy, you’re gonna get us killed, you knew what happened? They’re supernatural shit”
“Your name is Wolinsky?”
>Anon makes his disappointed face, but Wolinsky keeps his gun pointed at him. He’s sweating, shaking, but Anon shows no fear despite his brain could be blown out any second.
>Anon finally smiles: “You passed the test, congratulations Wolinsky. All of you others should be ashamed. There’s finally one good reason to protect this world. This is courage, and loyalty. Some humans have it. You just saved your friends and everyone else here is a survivor.”
>Wolinsky’s like ‘wow, I did the right thing!’
>Anon: “I’ll choose this black one. What are you others waiting? Get back up! And you, get out of our path.”
>some other guys in uniforms are standing off.
“Door, please.”
>The black dude uses his badge, looks kind of pissed.
>we’re walking down in the complex, no windows anywhere, only artificial lights.
>soldier: “Where do you want to go exactly?”
“Outside. You know the way, right?”
>he looks pissed. “very funny. We’re going to freeze out there.”
>Anon: “You might, we don’t care much but this might be some discomfort for us... Your organism and metabolism doesn’t look adapted for this region, why are you even here?
>soldier: “I got no choice, I joined the army, I’m from New York.”
>we’re meeting other soldiers showing some resistance as the black soldier explained them we would blow off the whole base. They stop barring the path.
“Those clothings are fancy. I want them.”
>Anon: “We don’t need these ridiculous…”
“I said, I want one. Servant, order this human to surrender his fancy vest, or I’ll atomize this base.”
>Anon: “ah, well… and another one for me. Hmm, this one with the red one. It looks nice.”
>soldier’s pointing his gun at them: “do it. Now!”
>the other humans about to go outside quickly throw their wooly accessories on our direction, and we’re putting them on as we enter in one of the elevators heading to the surface.
>what kind of magic DiamondTiara used to communicate with us? Or at least, me? Not radio for sure.
>Anon: “Out there you won’t need this heavy weapon. It will slow us down. We will be protecting you. You will have the honor to serve us as a guide.”
>soldier: “I… Okay that just makes sense.”
>Anon: “What’s the closest city from here?”
>soldier: “Fairbanks, 15 miles west sir.”
>door opens, we’re now inside a hall. It’s already very cold
>we’re open a couple of doors and now, we realize that was just a preview. I know the true definition of “cold”.

>>126707

>we’re looking around, come out from some small house, all around us there’s all terrain vehicles, a few constructions like a huge ball; and a large antenna pointing at the sky
>we continue and walk along, both looking at the sky.
>there’s something magical, like waves of magic, just like I heard of when we’re in the north.
>Anon’s looking at these too. “Wow.”
>soldier:“yeah those are caused by radiations and subatomic particles from our sun hitting the layers of the high atmosphere in the magnetic…”
“Nerd!”
>Anon’s laughing “Ahaha, ow, my sides still hurts.”
>he’s embarrassed, trying to act chill again
>Anon:“oh man...Human! There’s a lot of hidden poetry in this, don’t you get anything? We know what auroras are, we know what snow and rainbows are; just don’t ruin it. ”
>soldier: “okay, okay”
>we’re getting into a military car in order to exit the base, and pass the gate.
>minutes later…
>Anon:“It’s fine, I’ll drive from this point. You’re free.”
>soldier:“really?”
>Anon:“get out of this Hummvee. Go back to the base, and claim anything, that like, we did used any kind of power, don’t get ridiculized and save whatever honor you got left.”
>he’s doing it “okay…”
“I’ll be honest with you, you’ll never find us again. You’re a terrible soldier. You’re fucking retarded, you’re scared of two harmless little ponies who got wounded. Also everything was designed to give us some kind of advantage, with people like you no wonder we’re no longer a superpower, hey!”
>I’m sitting in the front passenger seat
“And I’m just here to laugh at you.”
>anon slams the door
>soldier: “motherf-” he’s pulling out his 9mm and start firing at our car, as Anon’s goes out of here, laughing his arse off. “Oh my ribs, it hurts but it’s so good! I can’t believe we made it!”
>we’re leaving that man in the middle of the road behind us and we’re finally out.

>far, far from there, DiamondTiara finally reaches the woods, following the road the other direction, and reaches Anon’s Audi Quattro.
>it’s raining outside.
>she’s shaking, and hopefully the keys are still inside.
>she’s using her magic to unlock it. Simple spell, remember a short sequence and reproduce it.
>she’s searching for anything to eat or drink, clears a bottle of water.
>car starts, everything’s fine, and she’s heading north, crossing by a line of FBI and black vans heading to the old manor.
>she’s hiding behind the wheel and wait for them before leaving.
>Diamond:“phew.”
>she continues for a few kilometres
>rain has stopped
>she’s stopping near a motel
>stands on the roof of the car.
>Diamond:“come on.. come on, Anon? It worked earlier!”
< “Anon is driving, and won’t answer, how are you doing?”
>Diamond:“I got his car and some of your stuff are still inside of it. We need to think of a rendez-vous point.”
< “That’s the smart thing to do, but again, where should we go?”
>Anon:“At the bowling.”
>Diamond:“I’m still trying to figure out how to summon a portal, I just have no idea how I can do this.”
>Anon: “There’s a laptop in the car with the backup of SilverSpoon’s data tape in raw text format on it, it might be of any help.”
>Diamond: “Okay, guess I’ll spend my night on it. I have to go, there’s someone coming with a rifle.”
>Anon: “what?”
>some guy goes out of the motel with a rifle and start firing at her.
>she’s quickly summoning a shield to deflect it before he’s reloading it
>gets in the car and gets out of here.
>Diamond:“What’s wrong with these people. Oh it might be because they don’t like unicorns or anything magic. It’s like if I landed in Industria.”

>Anon: “maybe she should stop getting in trouble all the time.”
“she’s attracting problems like a magnet, I hate to say it but who else could get us out of here, Discord?”
>Behind us, they mobilized helicopters, and everything they got to catch us again
>Anon: “Here we go again.”
>he turns off the front lights
>Anon: “whatever they do at this point we escaped, don't worry, I manage.”
“I know, Anon!”

>Meanwhile, on a desert area not far from here…
>Discord stands with a map of the world with his luggages, on top of a hill, dressed with a cylinder hat and classy suit.
>he’s looking at a very basic map of the world with a cross that says “portal to Equestria” and only “Vera Cruz” “Châlon” and “Nambikwara” as locations.
>there’s no portal.
>Discord: “well, this is quite annoying. I’m usually not angered, but that would.”

>>126678
Filly seems awfully eager to defect. Looking forward to seeing where this goes.

It's good to have plenty of greentexts to read after a long day!

>>126683
Rearrange everything in the house creatively to completely befuddle Blossom. It'll be a fun prank.
[1d100 = 81]

>>126694
I like this! Hopefully Anonfilly (who's really just acting a filly now and not Anon) will make new friends besides a distant griffon. Have a safe flight!

>>126709
Interesting way the story is going. As fun as it is to have a character pull off a Voigt, this really stretched my suspension of disbelief. Mainly because modern communication with high command would quickly lock down the base or even destroy it before an alien threat escaped.

Post more Silver Spoon art pl0x.

>>126680
Keep it up, dude

>>126707
Have you made a pastebin for this yet?

>>126750
I’ve been keeping up, but based on the other responses some Anons haven’t been...

>>126746

You want to go back to the house? Because you're on a giant cloud right now. I said it was the size of a house, not that it is a house.

>>126754

Sounds to me like the perfect time for Anon's Head Voices to make a return.

>>126754
Rolling to try some shit on Twiggles when nobody else is around. [1d100 = 37]

>>126754
Oops, disregard my previous roll then. Too tired to use proper reading comprehension. Give Blossom a very…unconventional mane and tail style while she's asleep.
[1d100 = 48]

Rolling for stealth: [1d20 = 16]

>>126754
Rearrange the cloud into a house. This is your new secret base. No one will ever suspect an earth filly to be up in the clouds. [1d100 = 57]

Babbies are cute!