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/1BP6aPchH3lGIRdzd78IWykMCXuKLrNABi6bxZGVTy9c/edit >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. Old-mare Thread: >>129265 →
(A note: I am half tempted to move this shit over to Github once I start to approach Pastebin's filesize limit). >You are Anon, a cute green autistic filly who used to be human. >One day, you woke up in Canterlot Castle, a decade prior to the events of the show. >For the past two weeks or so, you've been living with Twilight's family, plus Princess Cadance. >Most of this time has been spent in Ponyville, however, after a run-in with a changeling infiltrator has had the family relocated for their protection. >Through a combination of psychic visions, and conversations with Twilight and her friends, you've learned that there are at least 6 fillies in Equestria who used to be human. >These fillies are Twilight herself, Fizzlepop Berrytwist (evil commie scum), Lyra Heartstrings, Blossomforth, Coco Pommel, and of course yourself. >You have just finished reading a letter in an empty bathtub confirming that Coco is in fact, a human.
You place your relentlessly cleaned toys back in the box, away from the chocolates. Even though they're wrapped, and the toys are clean, you can never be too cautious with anything you've shoved up your ponut. With everything but the letter put away, you head back into the living room to speak with Twilight. >"Having fun in there?"
"How would you know?" >"There's only one filly in Equestria who sends you packages, and she promised you a dildo. Also, you were in there for like half an hour. Not capable of waiting for Cadance and Shiny to get done?"
"Absolutely not. Speaking of, are they out yet?" >"Have been for the past ten minutes, now they've just gone out for a walk. Are you still not satisfied?"
"Bathrooms are horrible for the mood, and I might want to get back to playing around in a bit, unless you need something out of there." >"Oh I don't. I might like to see what Lyra had to say though. I'm sure she didn't just send you a dildo."
You pass her the letter and photograph.
"See for yourself. She seems to be doing pretty alright for herself. Even managed to find yet another filly."
Twilight speed reads through the letter, pausing for a second to raise an eyebrow at one section before giving it back to you. >"Four months, huh? Funny. Fizzlepop came to Equestria four months after me. Four months later, my classmate Lyra started acting strangely and revealed she was a human. Four months after that, Blossom shows up in Canterlot to pester me with a billion different questions, and then flies off to Ponyville. I thought that was the end of humans showing up in Equestria when I didn't see another pony four months later, but instead, twelve months after Blossom shows up, Celestia finds you in the castle. If Coco came to Equestria four months before you, then that means we're missing someone, yes?"
You spend a minute trying to wrap your head around everything Twilight just said. Eventually, you come to the same conclusion:
>>132157 That, and a friend asked me to play vidya. I have a short update today, but don't worry! I should get back to regular size tomorrow and be able to go into this climax with the maximum amount of build possible! Where we left off, everybody was waiting. Anon and Chrysalis were waiting for Twilight, Twilight was waiting for the train, and you all were waiting for me. After this though, it's only going to be you all who are waiting. >be Anon >you're running through everything in your mind >when Twilight gets here, you start talking to her >if she tries to make you leave, Chrysalis is definitely going to stop her >if you can convince her, then you're done >all that's left is to get Luna and bring this up with Celestia >if not, then there's going to be a fight >if the fight goes bad, then you're going to signal for Chrysalis to use the spell on you >after that, then it's a dice roll if you can do what you need to >it'll probably turn out fine, but if it doesn't, you're going to feel horrible >let's just hope it doesn't get this far >be Chrysalis >you have no idea what Anonymous's plan is, but he looks nervous "Don't worry, I'll be fine. From what I know about Twilight, we should be able to convince her. If not, I'm sure I can hold my own against her." >he looks over at you and nods, a look of concentration embedded on his small, green face >you don't know what creature lies underneath that facade, but it certainly cares more about you than any non-changeling you've met >it's also putting a lot of thought into this situation >while Anonymous is thinking, you decide to try to sense if Twilight's nearby yet >nope, not yet >it's getting pretty tense here all the same >eventually Anonymous speaks up again >"I've got a few things I want to run past Luna, you mind if I take a quick nap?" >it doesn't seem like Twilight's taking a route other than the train, so you two probably have a couple of hours before she gets here "I think you have the time to do that; I'll wake you up if anything new happens." >"Thanks. I'll see you in about 2 hours." >after he says this, Anonymous lays down on the floor and closes his eyes >be Luna >Anonymous requested your company just a few seconds ago >of course you're going to give him an audience, you'd be a bad friend if you didn't >when you get into his dream, you find him inside a large gothic-styled room >not wasting any time, you trot over to him "Hello Anonymous, what do you need?" >"Well, I just wanted to say that you've helped me out a lot with this, and I wanted to thank you for it. Also, can you make sure Celestia's ready for an appointment if everything goes alright?" "Sure, I can do that easily. You're welcome, it's what friends do!" >"Alright, I'm going to wake myself up now. I'm not sure how much time has passed, and I don't want to leave Chrysalis alone in case Twilight gets here." "Good luck!" >"Thanks, and if all goes well, I'll see you soon!" >you wave goodbye to Anonymous and exit the dream as you feel it fall apart around you both >be Anonymous >everything's in order >you have your arguments, you have Chrysalis to back you up, and Luna's making sure everything else is ready too >all you have to do is just not mess up on your part >you wake up from your dream to see Chrysalis staring upward with a stoic expression "Alright, I'm back and Luna was cooperative. Anything new?" >she looks towards you and answers with two short words >"She's here."
fug, well guess i ended up taking inspiration when i saw >>132155, realized it way too late anyways quick shit, mostly to test my totally legal and definitely not borrowed forever program to replace sai
"Ooh, ooh, it's gotta be Sweetie Belle, right?" >"No, Anon. We're talking about a pony that came into this world eight months ago, not eight months into the future. Although good job guessing that Cookie Crumbles is three months pregnant."
"Wait, her name's Cookie Crumbles?" >"Rarity is more your friend than mine, and you didn't even know her mother's name?"
"I spend no more than ten minutes in her house at a time before dragging that filly outside. I'm not going to let her grow up to be as scared of the dirt as she was in the snow, dammit." >"Whatever. Try and use some reasoning though."
You head down to your room to grab a piece of scratch paper and return to the living room to channel your inner autist. Writing down each of the fillies in question, you try to consider every bit of information you can. You, Twilight, and Lyra were all Americans, and to a certain extent, Blossom too (she was at least born in America). You aren't sure about Coco, but given that she was a fan of Frank Sinatra, you'd be willing to put her in the American camp too. Fizzlepop though, wouldn't be. After original nationality, you consider everyone's birth sex. In retrospect, you also weren't sure whether Fizzlepop was a man or a woman before, but you want to say man. Finally, you consider the races of each pony. The first three were unicorns, Blossom is a pegasus, and the last two are Earth ponies. So putting everything into a table, you get something looking like this:
Twilight - Unicorn - Female - American Fizzlepop - Unicorn - Male? - Russian? Lyra - Unicorn - Male - American Blossom - Pegasus - Female - American/Canadian ???? - ???? - ???? - ???? Coco - Earth Pony - Female - American? You - Earth Pony - Male - American
Really, this seems to get you almost nowhere except to find that Fizzlepop just stands out like a sore thumb. She just doesn't belong. In fact, she's kind of supposed to be your enemy if your vision about her is right. If you were to completely ignore her though, you find a pattern emerging:
>>132351 >>132353 >>132358 Do these, and wait for the first filly to yell back at you "BE CAREFUL, BURGER, OR I'LL SEND NOTHING AFTER YOU!". [ 1d100 = 46 ]
>>132370 If this is not included in the CYOA I will be extremely disappointed. >>132372 We're all dead or Steve somehow survived. I can suspend my disbelief to see this happen.
Is it okay to post EqG Anonfilly sometimes? Or will everyone here react in the same way those on 4chan who hates ponies reacts like when someone posts ponies outside of /mlp/?
>>132233 >"She's… Aussie? How in the world do you know that?"
"I just do. It's like the voice of God just sort of beamed it into my brain. I couldn't see what our filly looks like, but I have a good idea of what she sounds like if we ever bump into her." >"Well that still puts us into a bit of a bind. I don't think anyone in Ponyville has an Australian accent. Any more clues?"
"Not that I can tell. Although I get the sense that we should try to find our friend sooner, rather than later. We may have more enemies to face than just Fizzlepop if we're too slow. The next human to come to Equestria is going to be… a school shooter." >"That doesn't sound good. Keep that psychic vision coming though, see if it spews any other useful tidbits of knowledge our way."
You close your eyes and try to focus, but no more information comes. It seems your powers of divination are exhausted for the day.
"I've got nothing. " >"Well, I suppose we're going to have to go on an Equestria-wide pony hunt after your party tomorrow. Any ideas on where best to start?"
>>132410 >nohooves and weebshit mate i hate nohooves and i dont watch weebshit, but i love filly so i save filly things just, in a different folder. nobody would be able to spampost anyways with how little there is.
I'm gonna take a nap. I want to take all the sad fillies, and just hold them close while I doze off. When I wake up, I want to be surrounded by cozy, comfy, happy little sleeping fillies. Little fillies who know that they are beautiful and that they are loved. Happy, sweet little fillies.
>>132403 So is the school shooter the Aussie? or is there a new filly that is a school shooter. "best to start here and work our way out." [ 1d100 = 56 ]
>>132414 Difficult to say. Here are the facts as I understand them: Completing a green guarantees you a happy life as the filly. An ongoing green which you intend to finish or continue until you are unable to do so is also a segway into the former. Not completing a green means you get a 50% chance of Twicunt, and a 50% chance of being a happy filly. Same rules apply to the top for other contentfags.
>>132403 Where else but the Everfree Forest? It might not be the Great Sandy Desert, but it's the most dangerous place in Equestria, and almost matches Australia in the amount of deadly flora and fauna it has. [ 1d100 = 72 ]
I am about to have a fucking aneurysm and put a brick through my computer because of windows 10. I was only a few lines off of finishing today's update when a random unscheduled restart wiped out every ounce of progress I made FOR THE SECOND TIME TODAY. Just so you can understand how mad I actually am, I yelled so loud that the other people living in this house asked me what was wrong. I am that fucking mad. One of you please kill me so I can know peace from this unyielding anger of having about 7 hours out of my life made completely meaningless by this malfunctioning shitstained virus of an operating system which was forced upon me. Either that, or get me all of the dragonballs so that I can wish for my computer to not have code diarrhea for an OS.
>>132439 The Aussie is the human/filly that is already in Equestria, who you haven't met yet. The school shooter is the next human/filly to come to Equestria.
>>132449 Holy shit, this is why I use 8.1. In the future, use docs and copypasta over to pastebin, just be sure to get a burner account. Having pone on my main account just never sat right….
>>132452 So why is Anon the only one without a past? I say this because Coco, Twi, Blossom, and Lyra's new bodies have had a past behind them and they were suddenly thrust into the new bodies, but why not Anon?
>>132403 Quick question, will you be using mostly/only canon characters/character designs? Because if you are, it will make guessing who the humans turned filly are.
>>132403 Ask around if anypony they knew either has or has suddenly obtained a strange accent and have run away / into the Everfree forest. [ 1d100 = 29 ]
>>132403 Wait, why after the party? The school shooter supposedly wouldn't come for and bit because human to filly events only happen every 4 months apart. the only reason to search is for the Aussie unless almost 4 months have passed via timeskip and normal time. [ 1d100 = 44 ]
27 year old autistic virgin College dropout Stockboy at Value Village Never knew his mother (she died in childbirth)
I mean it's not complex by any means, but arguably his life has dramatically improved since coming to Equestria. Ultimately it is Anon's choice whether or not to perceive this as a benefit, but from the point of view of an objective neutral third party, this change is probably better than suck starting a shotgun at 35 when he realizes his life is going nowhere. If I do let him return to Earth someday, perhaps he will have a new outlook on life.
>>132459 >Chosen one Kinda, but not quite. You're the main character in the sense that Twilight was the main character in seasons 1 and 2 (you're not going to ascend to alicornhood though). The whole story is told through your eyes, but I still want to focus on friendship here. There's a reason I had you get a vision telling you to find the rest of the humans who had come to Equestria.
Nearly every character I will be using is canon to either the show or the comics, or both. There are very few OCs being introduced here, with the exception of a couple of unicorns I made as Anon's friends for a day when he went to the school in Canterlot. It's rather hard to find unicorns who DIDN'T go to Celestia's school for gifted unicorns, and who weren't supposed to be outside of Canterlot at this time.
That said, Twilight is the only one of the original mane six who used to be a human.
The party is tomorrow, and if you're going to be heading out of town, you should probably make some preparations. Going before the party would be foalish. It doesn't have to be immediately after the party, however.
>>132474 I meant it like how Twi was thrusted into this life and body, but her body had a past of its own, same with Blossom, Lyra, and Coco, where they were thrust into someone else's life that was already ongoing, but with Anon, the life he was thrust into had no background and no prior existence before Anon was put into the filly's body. that Anon's filly body had no past of its own but other's did.
Ah. Well I never necessarily said she had no past. It's just her past never ran into her. Of course this begs the question about what kind of pony would randomly decide to sneak into Celestia's castle and fall asleep in one of her guest bedrooms.
>>132474 But unless somehow 4 months have already passed, shooter filly isn't coming yet, especially not after the party, unless your breaking the pattern you set up.
"Honestly, the best place to start would probably be nearby. We don't know where our next friend could be, but it would really suck to go all the way to Cloudsdale or Los Pegasus, or even back to Canterlot, only to find out she lives in our backyard. Maybe we could try the Everfree Forest? If anypony could live there, it would be an Australian."
Twilight nods, trying to think of something better to suggest. >"It probably couldn't hurt. I mean, aside from the fact that the Everfree is supposed to be full of monsters. We'd need some muscle to help us, but at the same time, we'd need an excuse for that muscle as to why we're going into the Everfree."
"Didn't your brother drag you into the caves underneath Canterlot just because he was looking for treasure?" >"Well, yeah. Not sure if he'd go along with a random trip into the Everfree though. It's a little bit more dangerous, plus we can't go off telling him what we're actually looking for in there."
"Great. Well at least we can probably rope Blossom into it." >"Three weak fillies is not much of an improvement over two. Got any more bright ideas on how to keep safe while going there? I'm all for it, just as long as we can get some sort of insurance."
>>130509 → >Yeah, no thanks on the latter. >Trotting over to League, the two of you begin at a leisurely pace which you passively increase. >Before long, the silent declaration of a race has been set in stone. >Careening down the path, you make sure to watch out for loose roots and the like. >As you pass her, she gives you a dirty look that takes her eyes away from the path just long enough for her to catch one such object. >She hits the ground and slides a good couple of inches before coming to rest at the base of a tree. >You laugh a bit before seeing the tears running down her cheeks, and immediately stop. >Rushing over to assess the damage, you see that she caught a rock on one of her back legs. >It's bleeding pretty badly. >You absentmindedly nuzzle her face as you wrack your brain to remember the couple of first-aid classes you took. >Clean the wound. >Well, not much to do there. You hardly feel like just licking it is going to do the trick, especially considering the fact that lingering pathogens in your saliva could cause infection. She might be able to clean it that way herself, though. "Okay, stay calm and start licking it. Spit often, we don't know what's been walking on this path." >She nods and starts doing as you asked. >Apply pressure. >When League finishes the cleaning process, you press down on the wound with your relatively clean muzzle. A bit of viscera oozes out and League winces, but the bleeding does slow noticably. >Dress the wound until further medical attention can be given. >You carefully rip off the drawstring portion of Zecora's bag, sliding it over League's leg and tightening it. "There. A-all better, huh?" >She nods a bit and sniffles. >"I think I'll be alright to walk to the hospital for some stitches from here, I know you need to get home. >Input action. (Heavily-weighted decision.)
>>132488 Tell Shining Armor that you got a prophetic vision about a filly that is possibly alone in the Everfree forest and that you would really love his help because you Twi, and Blossom were going in. really try to guilt trip him into helping you because there was a filly all alone in the Everfree, and that the only ponies to go and save her are some tiny weak fillies, that might all get eaten, alive or dead, and that hypothetical situation could be avoided if a brave, strong, and valiant knight-to-be such as Shining Armor came with you to save the filly.
Planning a trip into the Everfree would be so much easier if we had an Australian guide, ironically. Maybe rather than going through it, we go over it, Just a matter of getting some wings to help out then. [ 1d100 = 49 ]
Emphasis crappy. I hacked it together in a minute. I just used the colors available in the hotbar of my paint application. Hence why everything is just neon green or dark green.
I swear to fuck, one of these days when you guys aren't looking for the final filly, I'm going to have her walk up to y'all out of the blue and just say "G'day cunt." And I'm going to do it when you're not currently in the thread, Aussie Anon.
If you don't go out and search for her, you'll never find her. She's not in Ponyville itself. But when you are out and about in another location, she'll find you, not the other way around.
Also, the individual pics in case anyone wanted them >>132522 You're probably too big to ride >>132523 For whatever reason your imagination can think of
>tfw you rolled a 3 and wound up in a Rebirth continuity >tfw you're undoubtedly gonna die in the next 5 years or so, as you always do >tfw you're gonna be stuck in Purple's uterus for eleven months. Again. >tfw you think Twilight set this all up on purpose
>>132521 >ywn have a filly to dress up like this for you >swn ask you to ride her for hours on end >ywn enjoy heartfelt cuddles and sweet nothing with her afterwards why live, man…
>>132530 >1-3 hours: Nothing >4-10 hours: Earth pony filly living in the streets >11-20 hours: Earth pony filly raised by ASSFAGGOT Twilight >20-40 hours: Choice of any of the three races, live with the Reuben family >60-100 hours: Choice of any of the three races with whatever momfu you want >100+ hours (a.k.a CountryRoads tier): Alicorn Filly in whatever scenario you want >/mlpol/ mods become gods and can choose whatever they want >/mlp/ mods become filly against their will, and are abused by Lone15 Twilight
>>132538 >CountryRoads tier uh, you mean lockhe4rt tier, mate. i know you love the leaf, but nobody can compare to the sheer amount of filly he's made for us and how would you even know the number of hours? i sure as hell dont count em.
>>132524 man, you draw a beautiful filly mate. all in the eyes and mane for me at some point, some tender brushing, pets or ear rubs would be lovely to see. though i dont think id be able to survive after seeing it
>>132541 Nothing against CountryRoads or lockhe4rt, but I'd rather be a Smoldix or plunger filly. Smoldix because cuddle-magnet fluff, plunger because assured to have filly company and a humanon to harass, pic related.
But at least we can agree they're all gods and we are unworthy of their content.
>>132544 I had this idea for a green were anon becomes the sole ruler for the entirety of Equestra. It goes like this. >Be anon >Goes to Equestria. Is alicorns filly. >Gets adopted by the princess with least amounts of duties, Twilight. >All alicorns except you gets assassinated. >The ones rsponsible gets excuted. >You become the sole rule of Equestria. >It is possible that you might end up in war with all of Equetria's neighbors.
>>132548 >>132550 Smoldix, plunger, duop, lockhe4rt, and CountryRoads each have something I love about their art styles I wouldn't be able to choose between them at all tbh
>>132552 Also possible that when Twilight is alive. Twilight and Filthy Rice, forces you and diamond tiara to be friends even though you hate eachothers guts. For the potential political power. Just an idea.
so if you were a filly, what would be your ideal situation? what would you want out of it? me personally, i'd just want an anon to be with. someone to always hug and cuddle me, one to win my heart so i can stay with them forever.
>>132557 To be emotionally and physically abused by a psychopathic Twilight to the point of tears, psychosis and eventual attempted suicide, but prevented from doing so so Twiggy can keep on abusing me horribly.
>>132633 I like your story the way it is, the Aussie is just being a top cunt. >>132560 Australia is not real. It’s a hoax, made for us to believe that Britain moved over their criminals to someplace. In reality, all these criminals were loaded off the ships into the waters, drowning before they could see land ever again. It’s a coverup for one of the greatest mass murders in history, made by one of the most prominent empires. Australia does not exist. All things you call “proof” are actually well-fabricated lies and documents made by the leading governments of the world. Your Australian friends? They’re all actors and computer-generated personas, part of the plot to trick the world.If you think you’ve ever been to Australia, you’re terribly wrong. The plane pilots are all in on this, and have in all actuality only flown you to islands close nearby – or in some cases, parts of South America, where they have cleared space and hired actors to act out as real Australians. Australia is one of the biggest hoaxes ever created, and you have all been tricked. Join the movement today, and make it known that they have been deceived. Make it known, that this has all just been a cover-up. The things these “Australian” says to be doing, all these swear words and actions based on alcoholism, MDMA and bad decisions, are all ways to distract you from the ugly truth that is one of the greatest genocides in history. 162,000 people were said to have been transported to this imaginary land during a mere 80 years, and they are all long dead by now. They never reached that promised land. Tell the truth. Stand up for what is right. Make sure to spread the world – Australia is not real. It’s a codeword for the cold-blooded murder of more than a hundred thousand people, and it is not okay. We will not accept this.Stand up for the ones who died. Let it be known, that Australia does not exist.
>>132403 Before the four months are up write and perform a rendition of "Pumped Up Kicks."
>>132480 I'm thinking Cloudkicker, Snowflake, or Soarin'.
>>132488 Get one of the background colts or fillies to be covered in bacon grease or something else delicious and chase him on ahead in the forest. All the predators will go after him and you can continue unmolested. [ 1d100 = 71 ]
>>132490 It seems whatever you do is going to lead to a negative outcome. Arriving home late will probably lead to an absurd torture where half of you is frozen, half is on fire, you're suspended over a tub of maggots, you're being bricked into a cell, and a pendulum is slowly descending to cut you open.
Even so, you never abandon a friend in need. Help LL to the hospital. [ 1d100 = 41 ]
>>132557 Living in a simply country home with a loving horse family and no worry over politics or the future would be paradise to me.
>>132557 I'd like to be with one of you humans. Mostly cuddles and physical comfort, but I'd be down to be a full filly every once in a while if you catch my drift :^)
>>132557 That. Also to be raised and nurtured lovingly by Twilight so I can be an awesome scientist or scholar and have a lab and company and R+D team and the love of everyone.
Constantly growing from a fetus into a babby and then into a filly, and then winding back up in Twilight's womb is oddly appealing to me. I think this might be the most severe case of mommy issues possible
"Maybe we're looking at this problem the wrong way. Instead of trying to go through the forest, we could try and go over it with a few pegasi to assist us. Or at least Blossom if she's willing to do the work to set up a cloud walkway or something. Although if we think about it, it would be easier to just have Blossom do some overhead scouting. Too bad we don't have any wings" >"Overhead scouting would work, but it might not be able to find the new filly if she's in one of the more dense parts of the forest. Still, good thinking. I'll try and research a flight spell of some sort. If nothing else, we're going to need it if we ever want to visit any pure pegasus cities like Cloudsdale."
"Okay. Well, in case we need to look through a super dense part of the forest, maybe we could cover some filly or colt in bacon grease and trick them into running ahead of us to scope out any predators?"
Twilight winces. >"Let's shelf that plan for now. Only use it for uh… fillies we really don't like."
"Okay, so I guess the flight plan is our plan A. How long would it take you to research your flight spell?" >"About a week. You'll have to figure out some other way to entertain yourself in the mean time."
She grabs an advanced magic book off a nearby shelf and begins reading, leaving you once again to your own devices. What will you do?
Rolled 79 >>132709 Get a camera. When you, Twi, and Blossom are together we should take a picture to send to Lyra. Lyra said she never saw Blossom before. If we already have a camera, find a trinket to send to Lyra.
>>132711 >>132712 Combine these. Take the picture after you finish your game, and include a set of "instructions" in your letter reply to Lyra. [ 1d100 = 6 ]
Okay, I came across this pic in the archive, and I have no fucking idea what the punchline is supposed to be. I know it's from a thread I missed, can anybody provide some context?
>>132791 Anon fucked up. I forget the original context, but he was trying to say "Disappears in fog" but fucked up cause he's too poor for autocorrect and said "diapers in fog"
Alright, I have it written and I did not suffer from an aneurysm or put a brick through my tower! I do still think that it would've been better if I hadn't had to rewrite it twice, but I still think it's not that bad. As always, comments and criticism are welcome and here you go! Last we left the story, we were following Anonymous and Twilight just found the hive… >Twilight has reached the hive >this is the moment where it all comes to a head >this is the moment that decides a lot of things >or does it? >well, it's a moment where you have a very important single thing to decide >you have to convince Twilight that your idea's good "Alright Chrissy, should we stay here or go meet her?" >"If I know she's here, then she knows we're here. We should wait to keep a tactical advantage. Also, did you call me 'Chrissy'?" >Chrysalis looks at you with an odd face "Yeah, sorry. It just slipped, I'll stop." >"Actually, I kinda like it." >well then >anyway, back to waiting! >be Twilight >you've found Chrysalis's hive >it's not as much of a stronghold as the last one >there isn't even an anti-magic field >well, looks like you won't need your anti-magic magic spells >also, you only sense two presences >there's one that seems just stronger than you and another that seems quite weak >school filly levels of weak >also kind of familiar >one of them's definitely Chrysalis, and the other is at the very least a very good impersonator of Anon >only one way to find out >be Anonymous >you begin to hear hoofsteps echo through the halls and passages of the hive around you >Twilight's coming to the throne room >after a few more apprehensive moments, she enters "Twilight, I have some stuff to say to you that's very important. You need to listen." >"Anon, I don't doubt that it's important. However, it's going to need to wait for a bit. Now, go outside; I don't want you getting hurt." >no, she is not just going to throw out everything you worked for like this! "Twilight, I'm completely serious. This is something very important. Please listen." >"I will, just after I deal with this problem and we're on the way home. Now, go outside and wait for me." >amazing, the logical bookworm is going for the 'shoot first' approach >"I'm still here, you know." >"So I noticed, and I'll deal with you as soon as she goes outside." >"I can tell you myself that he isn't going to leave without you either leaving peacefully or accepting his idea. He's made that quite clear to me, at least." >"And what makes you think Anon's a 'he'? She's from Manehattan-" >"Save the backstory. He told me himself, and since he's from another world, he deserves his own agency. Let him choose what he wants to do, I know I have." >"I don't know how you got that information from him, but don't think for a moment that I'll let you use it to spread your evil to another realm!" >"Thank you for completely dodging my point, but if that's what you're worried about, then let me tell you that I'm not going to act upon that-" >"How am I supposed to trust you? Your entire existence is built on deceiving." >"If you would listen to him, he would tell you himself; however, you seem to be blind to that." >after that, they both go silent >they're only a few inches apart now, and you find that you've retreated back to one of the pillars >the tension is so thick that you could probably cut it >well, if you had something sharper and a bit more durable than an average knife
>>132807 >it seems that the tension's coming to an explosive release when Twilight charges up a spell >better duck and cover, things are about to go the way you don't want! >Twilight starts the fight off by firing a massive beam at point blank, which Chrysalis only just manages to block and send flying into a nearby pillar >it all just escalates from there, getting progressively more powerful as time goes on >eventually, as you peak your head out from behind your cover pillar, you see them flying around the room like something out of a DBZ fight >seriously, you can't even tell where they are >just where they were from massive green-and-purple explosions emanating from some point in the room >these explosions shake the room each time they happen, bringing dust down from the ceiling and the pillars of the throne room >the ones that happen farther away feel like a minor earthquake >the ones that happen closer to you feel like a grenade going off with you a few feet outside kill range >it's a nervewracking feeling with this all happening so close to you, yet you can't help but watch >it's like watching Goku and Vegeta fight in person, except it's not Goku or Vegeta fighting here >eventually they stop long enough for you to see them, but the fighting is still happening >Twilight and Chrysalis both charge up a massive beam attack while standing at opposite ends of the room >when they both fire, it collides in the exact middle >a beam struggle >you'd complain about fight cliches, but it's happening about 7 yards from you >you're more concerned with not dying >so then why are you still watching? >as the beam struggle continues, you see it being pretty much evenly matched >whenever one of them starts losing ground, they immediately push back with even more magic >eventually it ends with another explosion, sending all three of you into a different wall >Twiligt gets thrown into the wall with the door, Chrysalis gets thrown back into her own throne, and you fly backwards into the wall to Chrysalis's right >ow >that REALLY hurt >you don't seem to be bleeding, though >that's good >however, upon closer inspection of your shirt, the back is now shredded >fuck! >that was your only shirt! >your brooding over the loss of your shirt is interrupted as the fighting resumes, seemingly more frenzied than before >Twilight's not holding anything back now, and it even seems like she recovered instantly from that >Chrysalis however, is losing ground and fast >she's still putting up a good fight, though >somehow, it seems like she gets a second wind as she pushes back Twilight's assault and even starts putting her in a corner >however, you can only tell this from the explosions happening and not much else >eventually, Twilight stops on the ground for just long enough to charge a spell from behind a shield >from your initial judgement, it looks like she's sustained a few injuries >she's bleeding from a few places and has a few large bruises >all that heals in an instant, though >well, so much for that
>>132808 >after that, Chrysalis only seems to push harder against Twilight >the attacks are getting weaker, though >even you can see that >this is going to be over soon, and you're going to have to do your best to stop it from ending in a way that hurts everyone involved >eventually, it's Chrysalis that stops and does something >she's pretty damaged too, having even more cuts, scrapes and bruises than Twilight did >however, the light of battle still hasn't left her as she charges up a massive spell >even Twilight realizes this as she preps a shield spell, hoping to block as much of it as she can >when Chrysalis finally fires off the spell, it rips through Twilight's shield almost instantly and tears into the roof of the room >you can even see the rays of the setting sun penetrating through the thick cloud of dust that resulted >however, a shadow in the dust remains hovering in the air >just obscured by the cloud, the silhouette of Twilight remains firmly in its place, casting an ominous shadow over the whole room >eventually, the dust clears completely >Twilight's unharmed >and she's coming back down >and Chrysalis has fallen to the floor >it's over >"You can't fight anymore, so I suggest you submit. Either go the way of the other changelings, or get sent to whatever afterlife you have, I don't care. You're a menace to pony society, and I will not allow you to threaten us any more." >Chrysalis has just enough strength to get back up and insult Twilight before she lands >"You may do what you like with me, but I'll never submit to somepony who recklessly abandons any thought of reason for settling old scores. What your contemptible companion did to me was enough, and I already made her pay. I wouldn't expect you to understand that though, I'm just another monster to you." >as Twilight lands in front of Chrysalis, she replies >"I'm here for Anon alone and nothing else. If removing whatever taint you put on his mind can only be done by ending you, then so be it. Now, what do you choose?" >this is it, this is the only chance you have to keep things from getting worse! >you charge out from behind your pillar and start waving wildly at Chrysalis before running directly for Twilight >Chrysalis understands immediately what you're going to do and fires off the transformation spell with every ounce of magic she has left >you can feel the spell hit its mark, but you don't stop >if anything, you get faster since your now-human form is what you're used to >you also feel your shirt rip apart at your size change, but that doesn't matter >Twilight notices the spell go off, but didn't see what it was >as a result, she assumes it was a lethal strike in your direction and begins charging a lethal strike of her own >you're within jumping distance now, all you have to do is grab Twilight and you win! >don't fuck this up! >with one final step, you jump for Twilight…
>>132825 Yeah, if someone is giving you criticism, shut up, take notes, and ask questions for clarity. Never complain about politeness. Keep in mind that they didn't have to take the time to point out your flaw in the first place, and be grateful.
Leaving Twilight to her own devices, you leave the house and set out for Sugarcube Corner. Blossom's shift should almost be over, and you're going to be needing her for a few things. As you open the door, you can't help but grin at the sight of her cute smiling face. It really doesn't help that she's humming the MLP theme song as she sweeps up the main dining area. >"Oh hey, Anon, what's up?"
"Nothing much, just got a package from Lyra. She met another human-turned filly in Manehatten. You wouldn't believe it, but the gal was 82 before she came to Equestria." >"No freaking way! Guess she must've lucked out major."
"Lyra's the one who lucked out. She's somehow managed to stay with the filly while she's in Manehatten." >"I can only imagine what conversation went on with that filly's parents. Or is she a runaway like me and Lyra?"
"No clue. Anyways, Lyra wanted to hear back from us when we can, and I was kind of wondering… do you happen to have a camera? I want to send a picture back to her of you, me, and Twilight. Show her everything's doing all well on our front." >"Sorry, I don't. I think Cloudchaser might though. Maybe we could take some pictures at the party? You could show off your new big circle of friends, not just me and Twilight."
"That we could, although I'm also hoping to expand that circle of friends by adding one last filly. Twilight and I managed to figure out based on the timings between when all of us showed up in Equestria that there's one last of us, and she should probably be a pegasus like you." >"Well it might be nice to meet another pegasister. Let me know if you two need any help."
You cringe at hearing the word 'pegasister' uttered once again.
"Yeah, sure… also, hey, I'm thinking about adding one more activity to our party games. Have you ever played… Calvinball?" >"Um, no. What are the rules?"
"You make the game up as you go along. There are no rules except that you can't use the same rule twice." >"That sounds confusing, and bonkers, and it will absolutely help finish off the Pinkie Pie summoning ritual. Anything I should be bringing so we can play this?"
>>132841 Some sporting supplies, a flag, some balls, and something that we can use as bases. and ask why she has never heard of Calvin & Hobbes, the legendary boy & tiger duo. [ 1d100 = 38 ]
>>132490 >Yeah, no. "Sure you are. Come on, I'll help you walk." >She sheepishly drapes the corresponding front leg around your neck, and draping the injured one over your back. >"Some race, huh?" "You're on for a rematch later, kiddo." >She laughs weakly. "We're the same age." "Force of habit." >As you half-carry League, you watch the pathway closely. >Wouldn't want to trip again and fuck everything up. >It's actually kinda odd how often things go awry because of someone being clumsy. >Probably some sick fag's fetish or something. >… >It's really fucking cold. >"Hey, Anon?" "Yeah?" >"Why would you choose to help me over getting home on time? Won't Twilight be angry?" "Yeah, probably. I'd rather not think about that just now. I'm not just gonna leave you out in the woods here, pretty sure leaving a wounded animal out to fend for itself at night is a bad idea." >"Animal?" "Well, yeah. We all are, aren't we?" >"I don't know, I always thought of an animal as being a bit more… savage?" "Depends on if you're going with the scientific definition, or the popular definition. Genetically, neither of us are really all that special, or at least that's what we concluded where I'm from." >"Things are a bit different here. I recall something about magic being a factor, but I think our definitions might also be a bit looser than yours." "I can name a few other things that are looser-" >"Nope, not going there." >The night reaches almost complete silence as you approach Ponyville. >Not a soul is out on the street. >Wow, guess a lot of them just never graduated out of bedtimes or something. >Cute. >The dimly lit receptionist's desk is just barely illuminated by the lamplight outside. >Luckily it's a push door, so you just push your head against it. >The receptionist looks up from what is seemingly some shitty tabloid and crushes her cigarette in the ash-tray. >"What the hell do you kids want?" >Input action.
"Just bring anything and everything sports related. Balls, flags, something we could use as bases, maybe a hoop of some sort. It's Calvinball. We'll make do with whatever." >"Okay then. Ton of stuff. Where should I put all of this?"
"Well we want to have the game after the party, so you can keep it at your place or in my room until we're ready to play. Also, get some masks. We're definitely going to need some masks." >"Sounds good then. Here's to hoping Pinkie will be able to join us. Even if she can't necessarily hear us now and we have no idea how to contact her, we should probably at least say she's invited so she won't feel like she's crashing it."
The both of you spontaneously drop to your knees and place your hooves together in prayer.
"Oh Pinkie Pie, hallowed be thy name. Our party comes tomorrow. Your will be done in Equestria, as it is in Heaven. Grace us with your presence. And forgive us for the late invitation. And do not show up unfashionably late, but keep us from party fouls. Amen." >"Amen."
You both stand back up, and Blossom returns to sweeping, fully convinced that neither of you have blasphemed in any way. >"So I guess I have a few errands to run after work if I'm going to get all of that stuff. You gonna join me or do you have anything better to do?"
>>131250 → >You can't help but smile a little. "I knew you wouldn't be able to finish it." >"Fuck you, it's that chocolate milk that did me in, you just got lucky." >You rub her belly a little. "Well, even if you didn't finish, you got pretty fucking close." >She looks off to the side in defeat. "How about we come here again tomorrow, and you can get a replacement for this one? Just, you know, to actually enjoy it this time." >Looking back at you, she smiles too. >"You'd be a huge faggot if we didn't." "-No you, you're a bigger faggot than I am." >"Well you're ACTUALLY the big faggot, so TECHNICALLY, you're the biggest faggot." >You try to think of a clever rebuttal to that. >Nothing comes to mind, except, "Damn it." >A small chuckle comes out of you, and she giggles after you. >As you look into her eyes, your position suddenly becomes known to you. >Here you have her on the sink's counter, filly pressed right against you, perfectly at dick level. >On her back, hind legs spread apart… >She seems to notice the same thing, and her face heats up. >Your body moves before your mind, and you lean over to kiss her. >Thankfully her mouth was rinsed beforehand, but even then you don't think you'd care much. >Your arms slink under her, holding her back and head closer so you don't have to lean as much. >Her hindlegs hug your sides, and the sounds of your sloppy makeout fill the restroom. >Playing tongue tango with each other, she moans, hugging your neck with her forehooves. >You feel her hips buck against you, then you break away. "Shit, actually I don't think we should do this here." >She looks up at you, face flushed and with a small glare. >"What, why?" "Well, don't you think the ponies would be able to smell it? I mean in THEIR bathroom, wouldn't we get kicked out or some shit?" >"If you were worried about that, you should've thought about showering before coming here, the scent lingers for longer than you think. And not only that, but this place already smells like tons of other ponies have done it in here, what's wrong with just adding two more?" >You think about it for a moment. >But not too long, as she pulls you into another small kiss. >"E-exactly." >She hugs you a little tighter, putting her tongue where it was before and resuming the sloppy kiss you just finished having. >Moaning in your embrace, you feel her buck against you again, then her hind legs move to your waist, trying to pull down your pants. >Don't have to tell you twice! >You stop and quickly unzip dick, watching her eyes moving from yours to your second mate down there. >Rubbing your length against her snatch, she gasps. >She winks against you, coating your member in her fluids. >Holding her head and back with an arm, your free hand moves to play with her teats, rubbing and gently pinching them. >She shares her breath with you in the kiss, moaning and shuddering every so often. >After a bit of rubbing, you poke her entrance- >"W-wait…" >You pull out slowly. >She leans over and into your ear. >"Lower…" >You shudder from her voice, and your smile grows. >Focusing less on your teat rubbing and kissing, you look down to find your new target. >Her perfect little ponut, all tight and plump. >Man, REAL tight though. >Here goes nothing.
>>132932 >Pressing your tip against it, she winks again, sending some more of her clear fluids down to you. >Your free hand goes back to her teats, and you use your thumb to catch her clit as it shows. >You alternate between rubbing it between your fingers, and doing the same for her little teats. >And as you do, slowy you're bringing yourself into her ponut, watching your length sink into her, inch by inch. >The more you go, the more frequently she winks. >And every time she does, her ponut just clamps down tighter on you. >But soon enough, your pelvis presses against her rump. >She moans into your mouth, and you spend a little while just kissing while you're stuffed inside her. >You pull out about an inch, then thrust back in. >Her whole body moves with the push, and she lets out a cute gasp. >She winks more frequently, lazily licking around in your mouth as she pants. >Pulling out just a little more, you enjoy nothing more than seeing her moving along with your body, legs wrapping tightly around you. >"F-fuck me harder faggot~" >You do as she says, pushing through the tightness and picking up the pace. >Slapping against her perfect flanks, you notice a slight squelching noise with this, too. >"Ahh, hahh~ Ohhh, y-yeahhh!" >You're sure anybody wanting to come near the bathroom could hear her. >And you're pretty sure she knows, too. >But you don't dare. >You keep pumping into that little plump ponut of hers, eventually switching to just carrying her, having her forehooves over your shoulders and you using her weight to help sink in. >She presses her muzzle on your nose, still sharing her breaths and looking into your eyes with this lusty expression. >You see your reflection in the mirror, and more noticeably how much she's getting railed. >Her hindlegs, lifted slightly around your stomach, move lazily with her body. >Everything around you seems to just dull and lessen, only the thumping in your chest and the filly in front of you even being registered to your head. >As you smash into her, you feel yourself nearing, and quickly. >She hears your own moans and tightens her grips. >"D-do it faggot, f-fill my ass you dirty f-fuck!" >Moving your hands to squeeze her rump, you can't help but give one a smack. >She yelps, adding to the moans as her pants grow louder. >You move and press her against a wall, pulling her in for a kiss as she has the same idea. >Though it's less of a kiss and more like a ferocious tongue fight. >You feel her spasm around you, winking out as another splash of fluids land on your shirt. >Though you didn't notice the others. >She moans loudly, clearly not caring anymore about any of the ponies outside. >You squeeze her flanks harder, enjoying how kneadable they are against your fingers, and feel yourself coming to again. >For the third time today, you both stare into each other's eyes before finally nearing the end. >With one final thrust, you hilt inside of her and shudder from the orgasm, feeling spurt after spurt being emptied inside her. >She grinds against you and matches your gentle pumping to ride the rest out. >All at once everything seems to come back to you, your heartbeat slowing as you fill you filly. >You press against her, putting her back to the wall and properly kiss her. >Her heart beats against yours, and her pants slow into soft, cute moans. >When you feel yourself finally completely done, you also feel the sweat sticking everything onto you. >Maybe having your clothes put on would've masked the scent earlier, but there's no way that'll work now. >"F-fuck, that was something else…" >You simply nod. "Yeah, now everyone will definitely know we just fucked, though." >"Oh, who cares, let 'em know~ Besides, not like it's not legal here." >Nodding again, you're still unsure about it. >"We've smelled just like each other for years. If somebody in this town doesn't already know we fuck at this point, they're either stupid or dead." >With a smile, you go for a small kiss on her lips and muzzle. "Touché."
A better question is why it is that we have green of Twilight being physically and emotionally abusive, but not sexually. Where's the story with Twilight forcing filly to eat her cunt?
I'm not a writefag, but.. >short story about 2 fillies ending up in Equestria at about the same time. >initially start out hating each other and jealous of one another for whatever reason. >eventually develop a friendship and become besties. >make a secret hideout somewhere and fill it with pillows and blankets to turn it into a cosy little fort to do filly things and talk about their lives in private. >turns out they had a lot in common in their old human lives. >eventually they start developing feelings for each other, this is evident from shyness and blushing around each other. >finally, they admit their feelings and they share a delicate kiss, before heading off to their hideout. >adorable intimate(not lewd) filly cuddles happen and they fall asleep amongst the pillows and blankets. >morning comes, and one wake up to find they are in a rather lewd position, despite nothing lewd happening the night before. >contemplates doing lewd things but decides against it and tries to move out of the position, but wakes the other filly up in the process. >other filly isn't sure what to make of the situation but quickly moves away, blushing profusely and kinda upset >>"the fuck are you doing?". >"w-we woke up like this.. I wasn't doing anything, i swear!". >>… >"I promise I wouldn't do anything like that without permission, I don't want to ruin this". >>… >>"okay.. I believe you". >… >>… >… >>… >"w-would you… like to..?" >>… >>"…y-yes.." >to be continued
I changed my mind, y'all get one update per thread >the awakening >fuck me that was a weird dream >someone slipped you something >fuckin damo >decide to open eyes >where am i >oh >oh shit >look at hands >404 hands not found >look around >you're in a room, three small cots lay against the wall >a table with 4 chairs hosts the other two horses >"so that was real" >"well, look who decided to join the living" >"fuck off damo" >"yeah nah, shit seems real to me" "I see you're all awake" >"oh, its you again. Riddle me this, how the fuck did we get here" "Don't Curse!" >"fuck off cunt >"yeah nah hop off your high horse for a second and answer the question" "I just want an apology, please." >"Yeah, and you'll get fuckin it once you answer the question" "Fine. If you must know it was an experiment to create a link between dimentions gone wrong" >(whispering to bazza) "fuckin experiment gone wrong, gone sexual, in the hood, almost died, turned into horses" "I followed it sent out a signal, which i followed to the location i originally found you three" >"so hang on a second, you brought us here by accident, do you have any fuckin way to get us back?" "At the moment no" >"You what?" >"fuckin stich up" >"yeah nah thats fucked" "I still haven't heard my apology" >"your fuckin apology? You what? You're the one who fuckin trapped us here with no forseeable way back, and you want an apology? Fuck off, where's our fuckin apology?" >"yeah nah he's got a point, thats a bit fucked aye" "Fine. I'm sorry. Now, when you want to act like adults, i'll be in the living room" >twiggles proceeds to leave >"the fuck's a living room" >"its what americans call lounge rooms you fuckin dumb cunt" >"oh yeah nah no shit"
from filly discord, discussion about time it takes to draw first pic is filly trying to use a lighter, second is pegasus filly reeing because apple phone, and third is filly making the fillies
Anyone have experience meditating into a pone (in this case filly)? I tried it last night and it was really comfy. It's similar to hypnosis if you've ever done that, but a lot safer. Would recommend
You want to feel at least slightly guilty about committing heresy, but your ability to give a damn about religion is currently disabled. You're not even sure if there is a God in this universe, or if your universe's God placed you here as a practical joke. For what it's worth, Pinkie Pie makes a fine substitute deity. And Blossom… you really don't want to think anything more sexual about her, so you'll just say she'd make a cute nun in the Church of Ponk. In fact, she's cute enough that you wouldn't mind wasting an afternoon with her.
"Hey, I'm not leaving you behind. Besides, Twi's got her nose stuck in a book again trying to learn some flight spells for us." >"Oh Twi, nerd in the show, nerd even when she's a mom in a filly body."
"Word. Books are for people who can't into sports."
Your complete collection of the Dune series of books silently weeps on a dusty bookshelf back on Earth.
After a quick wrap up of her cleaning duties and closing up the store, you and Blossom head out in search of sports equipment. Because it's rather late, you only have about an hour before the other stores close, so you end up running everywhere you go. Fortunately, you don't have too far to travel, as Ponyville isn't exceptionally large.
To your knowledge, baseball isn't so big in Equestria, so you can't find any baseball equipment from the ball salesman. But there are frisbees, so you pick up four of those, along with a dodgeball. If nothing else, you can reinvent kickball at some later point, once you've come up with a sufficient way to play Calvinball tomorrow. You consider picking up a tennis racket as well, but Blossom reminds you that her wallet isn't super deep, and instead elect to use large sticks as bats. It's not as if Ponyville has a shortage of trees, after all. You make a mental note to either get a part time job or to ask for an allowance from Velvet and Night Light.
After taking the frisbees and the ball back to Blossom's room, you decide the next step would be to obtain the flags and the masks. Unfortunately, there aren't any stores that sell these in Ponyville, at least not ones that are open. So instead, you elect to do some arts and crafts to do the job. You manage to find a decent amount of scrap wood after searching around the city, and decide that you will make those into masks. You also find a couple of sticks that will make for good mini flagpoles, and one large one that will be useful as a bat. Placing the bat back in Blossom's room once again, you set out to Rarity's house to enlist in her help in creating masks. Fortunately, this is a task she's happy to oblige with. She also lends you some of the unused cloth trimmings from one of her latest projects, which you use to make into flags. You neglect to tell her what all of this is for, as she seems perfectly content to spend a Friday night with her friends, crafting a bunch of flags and masks for no reason. But hey, no time like the present to bond.
By the time you manage to get finished with everything, it's rather dark out. Rarity offers to let you stay the night tonight, since nothing beats following up spontaneous arts and crafts with a spontaneous sleepover, but in the distance, you can hear Mama Velvet calling out your name. In all the time you were out having fun, you forgot to let your family know where you were going.
>>133088 >Has to be homeschooled, luckily by the smartest mare on the planet >Will only eat spaghetti for every meal of every day >Starts crying and/or screeching if Twilight leaves her field of vision for more than 5 minutes >Co-sleeps with her of course >The smallest things set her off, such as random words like "goodie" >Needs to be frequently told about small changes (such as family visiting) for days in advance to prevent a freakout
>>133123 It's not too hard. there are a few steps to take. first you'll need to be totally relaxed, so wear loose clothing, lay in your warm bed, and make sure there's little noise/light distractions. Next you'll need to lose feeling in your body (not literally of course) and try to disconnect your mind from it (similar to how people enter a hypnotic state.) I don't know how to explain this any better than saying to just imagine your body is really heavy, made of sand, and it's blowing away in the wind. This can take a few minutes, or much longer if you're having a hard time concentrating. Once that part is over and you're just a conciousness in a void you can start focusing on your new body. How you want to do this is up to you. I don't read much /ptg/ but if you can remember a detailed transformation sequence, then now would be a good time to surface those thoughts. For myself, I focus on hoof formation, a green coat growing, muzzle/face, ears, chest/tummy, thighs, CM, and the spine slightly extending (along with a flowing tail.) The thing about the tail is if you're doing it right, you'll feel it, which means you're going to be laying on it. It's not going to hurt, but it'll feel like it should hurt, so you'll start shifting to a more comfortable position to accommodate your new self. This gets easier with practice so don't fret if that phenomena doesn't occur (same if you try for wings.) You're pretty much done the bulk of the work at this point. One thing to keep in mind is if you want to adjust your pillow/blanket at any point after this, do so like a pone would (i.e. grab it with your teeth, or try to tug it with the backs of your wrists pushed together (remember proper anatomy(pics related.))) Now you just have to draw a scene for yourself, or insert into a story, or whatever you want. the sky is the limit here (or not if you're a pegasus.) The best thing to do once you're all set is test your limbs out. focus on the feeling of each step you take, the impact, the sensation on your hooves, etc. once again this comes with practice. Last but certainly not least, when you want to wake up to your proper self, do not suddenly go back to making humanlike movements. It'll feel really unpleasant, so you need to work your transformation progress backwards. You don't need to take nearly as long to do this though, but working your way back to human conciousness is essential for setting two states of mind - which is what you want so the whole process gets quicker each time.
wew, i don't know what else to say. ask me questions.
So I did a Google Image search on "Calvinball" to find some Calvin & Hobbes comic strips where the game was played, in hopes of getting some inspiration for when I have to describe filly playing this game. I found out that there is apparently a politician named Calvin Ball who is running for county executive in Howard County, Maryland. He's a Democrat though :(
Also, writing prompt idea: Anon Filly's first day at Twilight's Unaccredited School of Friendship.
>>133300 Nice digits. Never said I wanted to pull out, filling the filly is probably the best possible scenario. I want to raise a family with that cute little faggot, mate.
>>133324 same actually i said equal but didnt feel like deleting the post to try again. i doubt id be able to have a family at all if i wasnt the filly
>>133326 i couldnt not only do i respect my fellow anons too much to, but i want a *loving* family, not a rapey one, even though y know, having a family of anons would be somewhat rapey regardless
>>133358 We have a tripfag filly >>133337 a French filly >>133338 and an alicorn filly >>133359 . We have plenty of fillies here. More than enough to go around at least. Dibs on the Frenchie.
>>133455 Some of us have lives, and jobs. Also a lot of faggots are jacking off in the discord. Discord will likely have another kill under it's belt relatively soon.
>>133458 It's just as ded in the Discord as well, and the only discussion going on there is about a few of our daily lives, so that assumption kinda falls flat
>>133455 I've had a lot to deal with lately, but I'm still making some posts here and there. The best thing to do is to not panic when the thread has a slow day.
>>133455 Nah. It's just dead this time of day. Even sekrit club is kill. Things will pick back up for a while in a few hours. We're all here, it's just… how many times can I profess my undying, totally no homo love for some dude on the internet turned into a little filly before it gets annoying?
Anybody remember that Anon + filly story where I don't remember exactly what happened, but pegafilly ran away to cry in a little nest of pillows and blankets she had built on the top shelf of the hall closet? That shit was so fucking cute, mang.
>>133466 Nah, that'd be Twilight's face as she squeezes the life out of filly. Still holding out hope for at least one of Lone's scenes to be made into a picture…
>>133494 What, uh… what's going through that head of yours anyway? Like, what exacly is so appealing to you about it? The act of killing? The suffering and death or others? Thred is ded, so go ahead and explain, if you would.
>>133498 Asking someone to explain exactly what makes them isn't exactly easy to pinpoint. Oftentimes it's childhood trauma, (iirc in nature v. nurture situations nurture is usually the dominant factor), sometimes they were simply born with a very specific chemical imbalance which caused whatever minor mental issue they're living with, etc. Not really something someone would be likely to know without a psychiatric analysis, and most people are quiet enough about their issues to the point where they never recieve one. Perhaps you'll never know, perhaps we'll all never know. But the fact stands that Lone is a pretty good writer. Whether you like his work or not, you can't deny that he inspired a lot of people on mlpol to give writing a shot. I know the question was about abuse primarily, but it seemed relevent enough.
>>133502 I asked them to explain their thoughts, Anon. I didn't ask for someone to come in here and make a post effectively giving them all an excuse to never have to do so. Dong.
>>133529 >when someone calls you a cuck on the interwebz and it actually makes you mad It's sfm porn, you're literally just gonna be watching anyway, fuckboi. Probably easier to just recolor a colt green and black to make porn with. Fuck you, nigga. Call me a fucking cuck…. This is filly we're talking about! You're a fucking cuck! I'll fucking fuck you, you fucking fucker!
>>133545 No it isn't fuckboi. Hippogriffs and hippogrifs make hippogriffs. We've never seen, nor is there any reason at all to believe that ponies can breed with other, completely different species. Get out of here with your special snowflake dragonpony oc shit fam. Smh.
>>133548 >Hippogriffs and hippogrifs make hippogriffs how do you think hippogriffs were made in the first place you fucking retard? >>133547 >what is G1
>>133579 >implying you'd be able to somehow get a human in Equestria wihthout them turning into a pony >implying you'd even be able to feel a human's pencildick in your filly pussy at all >not wanting to fill it up with a colt's thick horsecock instead
>>133584 >implying humans won't find a way to spread to every world and universe they can >implying a pony is actually the size of a horse >implying a human wouldn't be able to keep them occupied for a long time anyway because we can last longer than a stallion
>>133584 >implying anybody fuckin knows how to get to equestria in the first place >t. hasnt seen the size comparison that clearly shows a horsecock is no bigger than an average dick >being a faggot and enjoying simple rutting for 7 seconds, as opposed to petting, brushing, and the simple pleasures on top of the lewd ones that a pair of hands can give faggot
As much as you'd love to stay, making Mama Velvet mad the day before your party doesn't strike you as a good idea. So you grab your masks and flags and bid Rarity and Blossom farewell before bolting out the door as fast as you can to meet with your adoptive mother.
<<"There you are, I was looking all over for you. Where were you?"
"I was out with friends. Last minute party preparations and all. I guess I should have left a note where I was going."
<<"It's fine. As long as you're safe. Have you had dinner yet?"
"Now that I think of it, no I haven't."
<<"Can I spoil you rotten?"
"Does Twilight go through two books a day?"
You both share a laugh at that comment as you walk home together. Though you don't share this with Velvet, you find it just a bit amusing how many odd similarities your universe's Twilight has with the show's Twilight, despite all of her Earth quirks. It makes you wonder just a little bit what the pony who had your body was like before you showed up. Would they be destined to have a talent for predicting the future? And just why were they in a guest room in the castle? Would any of their old friends and family come back to haunt you? You hope to never find out.
When you make it home, you find sitting on the living room table a massive mushroom, olive, and extra cheese pizza. You take a seat next to Twilight and spend the rest of the evening trying to describe to the non-Earthling members of the family the concept of Calvinball as you munch away on pizza.
Before you know it, the time to sleep comes upon you once again. You settle into bed next to Twilight, all too anxious for your upcoming party tomorrow.
Hi Anon! I'm back from having fun with a friend yesterday, and I wrote out the next update! Criticism and advice welcome as always, too. As we last left Anon and company (>>132809), Twilight was about to kill Chrysalis to death and Anon was about to stop her from doing that. Let's see what happens! >…and miss >you fall to the floor mere inches from Twilight as she fires off the spell, blasting a visible hole through Chrysalis >as the light fades from Chrysalis's eyes, she looks at you >her mouth moves as if to say something, but the light is finally extinguished as her final breath leaves her body >she's dead >she's dead and you couldn't save her >you just witnessed a life end through needless violence >you will never be the same >you even physically feel something snap in your head >given the fact that all your thoughts freeze up and shatter at this moment, it was probably something in the emotion-processing area >Twilight turns around to see you, still alive and now human >"Oh Anon, thank Celestia you're alive! I thought she tried to kill you, but apparently she just… Transformed you? Also, why are you on the floor?" >now internally and externally shaken, you barely even register her comment >suddenly, the shock and emptiness in your mind begins being replaced by a torrent of emotions >sadness, anger, shame, frustration and disgust all fill your mind and vie for control >only just barely being able to suppress it all through clenched teeth and fists, you crawl over to the corpse of the queen >as you touch her now lifeless form, you now notice one of your emotions gaining a major foothold in your mind >you face Twilight with unrelenting rage fueling you to stand up and nearly throw her across the room >however, all you do is just scream at her "YOU ONLY HAD TO LISTEN, AND NOTHING BAD WOULD'VE HAPPENED! SHE WAS WILLING TO COOPERATE; YOU JUST NEEDED TO LISTEN!" >now realizing just how much she fucked up, Twilight immediately shrinks down before your immense form >"I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't-" >calming yourself down enough to stop screaming, you interrupt her and begin ranting "No, I know for a FACT that Luna sent you that letter telling you to stay put because she told me that you COMPLETELY IGNORED IT TO DO THIS. You didn't bother to prepare for the possibility that a fight wasn't necessary EVEN AFTER blatantly ignoring everything I was trying to do in mending a relationship and helping an individual that was being just as polite and hospitable as you were to me!" >"Anon-" "No, you don't get to interrupt me. This is on YOU this time. You're the bad guy here, Chrysalis just wanted to make sure her species- no, her FAMILY- had a future that wasn't on the verge of extinction at best! I don't know what you expect to happen now, but I know for sure that it's not going to happen." >you start walking out of the room, ignoring Twilight as she follows you out >"Anon, you have to understand that I was just doing what I thought was right!" "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." >some of the doors are a bit cramped, but you still manage to make it back up to the surface >Twilight was still behind you the whole time, albeit silent >well, until now >"Either way, there's not much that can be done now. We still need to catch the train back tomorrow, and you can't do that as you are now." "YOU need to catch the train back. I'm not going back with you." >"Then when are you going back?" "Who says I am? I know that if I go back I'm just going to have to go deal with you, and I'm certainly in no mental state to do that." >"Then where are you going to go? You can't exactly stay out here, it's dangerous and you can't go back eventually without revealing that you're a human." "I'm capable enough on my own, I can survive without you like I was doing before you tore me out of my life to be treated like a child or a zoo animal here!" >that seems to be the blow that breaks Twilight >"Fine. Stay here, I'll go find you in a week when you're either begging to come back or dead. Then you can apologize." >Twilight leaves and you flip her off as she walks away >after she's pretty much out of your sight, you turn around and start walking in the exact opposite direction
>>133608 >in your isolation, you begin thinking >had you been too harsh? >maybe >had you been particularly rational? >maybe not >does it matter now? >lol nope >you're a stubborn bastard, you're going to survive and flip Twilight off again when she expects you to beg for her to take you back >now, all you need to do is remember all those guides you saw on /k/ and /out/ >fuck, you can't remember them >you may be screwed >also, it's getting pretty cold >night would tend to that >shit, what did you get yourself into? >also, you're pretty thirsty >where was that massive stream from the other day?
TIMESKIP! >you're poked awake from your third day out in the middle of nowhere in your small camp >you managed to remember more of those guides than you thought, enough to make it this far >when you open your eyes and inspect your visitor, you see that it's a changeling "Who are you and where did you come from?" >your visitor steps back in surprise after seeing that you're actually alive >"…Anonymous? What happened to you?" >that voice is familiar >is that Spinneret? "Nothing happened. This is what I normally look like, Twilight just hid it behind a transformation spell. Now, who are you?" >"I-it's… It's me, Spinneret." >confirmed >she continues after stating this >"We noticed that you hadn't come with us when we evacuated, what happened back at the old hive?" >you tell her the story from your perspective and end it at the point where you walked off into the badlands and away from Twilight >after hearing that, you see her eyes start to water >"At least she kept her dignity until the end…" >after wiping her eyes and taking a deep breath, Spinneret makes you an offer >"Would you like me to bring you to the new hive? We've managed to reorganize there without a queen, and we could use all the help we can get." >you accept the offer and follow her back to the new hive
TIMESKIP! >it's been a few years >Queen Emerald took to her role well, even if it took some convincing from other changelings to get her to that point >even so, your friendship stuck >it survived one dramatic reveal, there's no reason why it couldn't survive another >after she fully grew into her role, she immediately chose you as her first mate >she also never forgot what happened to Chrysalis >as it turns out, changelings hybridized with human DNA are incredibly resilient and smart >they usually require a good reason to do orders that they don't like, but that doesn't happen often enough to make issues and they're otherwise just as loyal >Queen Emerald is hoping to use this as a way to get revenge for what happened, but you keep talking her out of it >it's bad enough that this had to happen to begin with, but you're not going to let things escalate >you're a firm believer in 'the best revenge is a life well-lived' and you're pretty good at keeping Emerald convinced of that >you still wonder how things would've played out if you had managed to stop Twilight all those years ago, but it's too late for that >far too late
>>132809 >…direct hit! >Twilight is knocked away from Chrysalis and you manage to easily overpower her >standing up with her held firmly against your chest so she can't do anything, you feel Twilight lose concentration and completely crop the spell she was preparing "Twilight, stop! She's not a threat anymore, so now you don't have to do anything except to listen to me!" >"… Anonymous? While I'm glad you're okay, I told you that I would listen after. Now, put me down!" >she begins struggling, but she's nowhere near as strong as you and can't focus her magic well enough to get out of your grip "If it's an issue of my mind being in question, then do that thing that you saw Celestia do with me on Saturday. If not, then at least hear me out before anything else happens. If you don't like it, then I'll leave with you peacefully. Just don't kill Chrysalis!" >"Put me down and I'll try to replicate the spell. I promise." "Okay. If you try anything, then prepare to be bodyslammed." >you set Twilight down and she turns to face you, closing her eyes in the process >her horn lights up again, but this time it's not in a malevolent way >you keep your mind as open and calm as possible as she begins to filter through it, observing your intentions >after she finishes, she opens her eyes and gets a very surprised expression >she opens her mouth as if to say something, but nothing comes out as she looks up at you "Now do you believe me?" >"… Yes. I'm sorry, I should've considered this as a possibility." >she turns towards Chrysalis and walks over with a new expression of shame >resting a hoof on her shoulder, Twilight uses another spell to heal her wounds >after Chrysalis stands back up under her own power, Twilight steps back >"I'm deeply sorry for not considering this, I hope I haven't ruined everything with my display." >"It's no problem, I assumed something like this would happen anyway. I'm just thankful that none of my children were harmed this time." >they both turn towards you now, and Twilight speaks up >"I think I'm willing to give this idea a shot. Now what do we do?" >fantastic! >your idea gets just that much more merit! "Now? Now, we bring it up with Celestia."
>>133609 >>133611 Damn. That alt ending would be a very interesting way to take the story but then it'd no longer belong in this thread.. Good shit tho. Always looking forward for more.
>>133608 Holy shit, I never thought you'd have the balls to pull off a move like that in your happy little filly story. My apologies. Still not ASSFAGGOT-tier shit, but that was an emotional blow.
>>132866 Sorry it's a day late, I caught a nasty cold and fell asleep before I even got to my laptop. "Look, I'm gonna need a Stimpack, a pair of cricket bats, some of those cotton balls, sterile cloth, and a fuck ton of booze." >"I'm not sharing my sta-" >She notices the flow of blood barely held back by the make-shift bandage. >"Er, I can get you a doctor if you want me to." "That works." >She hurries off into the darkened building as you look over at League. >She seems to be nodding off, which you're pretty sure isn't a great sign. >You nudge her lightly and her head snaps back to attention. >"The answer is seventeen!" >You boop her nose and laugh a bit. "You won't be going to school tomorrow, League." >"Mmph. Why's that?" "Just… focus on my voice, alright?" >"Alrighty." >What to say, what to say? >Well, might as well go with a classic. "The Grand Old Duke of York, he had ten-thousand men, he marched them up the hill and then he marched them down again." >You continue the song that you learned in first-grade over and over again, accentuating each 'up' and 'down' with a tap on League's nose or rump. >While you can't be sure if her giggles are just mildly delirious, if she's enjoying the song or if it's a bit of both, your efforts do keep her awake long enough for Nurse Redheart and another pony you don't recognize to come in. "We'll take it from here, Sweetie. I'm sure you've had a rough night." >Oh man. >If you were still human you'd give her a rough damn night. >You carefully slide League off of your back and into the second Nurse's magical field. "T-take care of her, alright?" >"That's my job, Sweetie. Why don't you head home? I'm sure it's past your bedtime." "Mmhmm…" >Halfway to the door you notice tears streaming down your cheeks. >Fucking… >Let them come this time. >You give a quick head-turn to make sure they're really gone with League and begin to sob. >Damnit if you just killed your only friend left here… >Get a grip. >Since when has anybody died from… >Okay, this is cause for worry. >You have no idea if she severed an artery, sliced open a vein… >You bury your muzzle in your hoof as your chest heaves uncontrollably on the floor. >Why isn't this place like it was in the show? >You expected for every conflict to be resolved in an episodic span with a clear resolution. >You don't see any fucking resolution to half of your problems in sight. >As the piece of shit receptionist just casually staring at you reaffirms your opinions that there is little good left in this barren world, you decide it's time to leave. >Face whatever horrors Purple-horse has cooked up for you. >Because what else can you fucking do at this point? >You decide to take the road less-traveled back to Twilight's castle. >Out of the corners of tear-blurred eyes, two hooded figures approach. >"Hey, you the Sparkle kid?" >Input action.
>>133608 >>133609 >>133611 Whelp, that was a bait-and-switch done decently well. Wasn't expecting an alt-ending.
>>133638 Yes, please kidnap me and take me away from here. I need Mountain Dew and tendies to keep alive and I want my mane cut short. Also don't sell me to Saddle Arabia. I hate sand; it's coarse and it gets everywhere. [ 1d100 = 1 ]
Sorry for delays, been dealing with medical shit >Be Anon >Twilight was finally clip-clopping into the small town of Whitecastle, which seemed even smaller than Ponyville >Quite a misnomer, as there weren't any castles in sight >You would be able to tell, you spent over half your (new) life in castles >And this definitely didn't seem like the sort of place the upper crust would want to visit >This was part of the southern region of Equestria, the desert of Dales >Not Saddle Arabia, so no sandniggers at least >… >That wasn't fair, you didn't know what desert folk here were actually like >And Islam didn't exist here, so one predestinator was out >Maybe they'd be okay, if you ever went to Saddle Arabia >Regardless, Whitecastle was surrounded by desert >Not the beach-like dunes you see in movies, more of a dusty plain, somewhere between the Mormon Breeding Grounds and That-state-with-Vegas, in terms of both terrain and temperature >The "White Castle" probably referred to the ivory rocks peppered throughout the landscape, particularly one mountainous ridge to the west, from which flowed a bright if humble river >You were torn from your thoughts when Twilight stopped abruptly, nearly knocking you off her back >The closest building was still thirty meters away >C'mon Purple, at least stop under shade >"Are you forgetting something, Anon?" >What the absolute fuck- oh. >Reason number ten "Uh… you give the best cuddles." >She coughed >Goddammit she demanded so much out of you "…your body is warm and soft, and it feels good when you wrap me in your wings." >She began walking, now with purpose >Probably to find an inn >It's not like she could shove you into her ut- >No. >No. >No. >Stop. >Thinking about it might make it come true.
>>133703 >Be Twilight Sparkle >You entered the Whitecastle General Store in search of information, and a drink >No, not that kind >Although by the end of this adventure you may need one >The employee (probably owner) of the establishment snapped to attention upon realizing he had a customer >Small town + dead hours of the day and year = sudoku >You deposited Anon onto the floor, who voiced no dissatisfaction "Don't get into any trouble." >Walking over to the clerk, you tried to smoothly make conversation "Where can a mare find some cold water around here?" >"Well in that icebox you'll find a plethora of bottled water miss." he said happily, pointing a hoof >You felt something bump against your back leg >Hmmm, who could it be? >You turn your head to see Anon gently prodding you with her head, holding a bag of chips in her mouth "sigh* No Anon, put those back." >"Mumm mmf mf mumf?" >You weren't sure what she said, but it sounded like "'Don't you love me?' "I'm not falling for your tricks Anon. Now put it back and be a good filly." >This would be embarassing, but you were sure the store owner saw this once a week, probably hourly during the busy summer season when tourists would pass through to reach the southern beaches "So has anything interesting been happening recently?" you asked, levitating a four-pack of bottles of water onto the counter. >"Mmm… nope. Business as usual." "Nopony getting into any fights with their friends? Family feuds? Gerrymandering?" >"Nope, nope, and I don't really follow politics." >You heard a dull 'thwump ' and felt more bumping from behind >And who would've thought? Anon wanted something else >Next to her hooves lay a two-liter of lemon-lime soda she pulled from the icebox "No, I'm already buying water. Maybe if you're a good filly I'll buy you some later." >"I'll be the best filly ever!" she said, turning around and pushing the bottle towards the machine via repeated booping >You turn back to the owner, satisfied that you wouldn't be bothered anymore >"Is there a bookstore here?" >You could teleport her to Canterlot, but you wanted a place where she could stay here and under your watchful eye >In this town there was nowhere where Anon could get into trouble, nor places of vice or degeneracy >Damn sushi resturaunts. >There was also nowhere for her to run off to, since this place was surrounded by desert "There's no friendship problems at all?" you asked, growing exasperated >"Nope. Not a lot happens in this little watering hole. We don't even have to import water like other towns in this desert, so not much outside contact." >The clerk scratched his chin with a hoof, ruminating >"I guess we could use MORE friendship, ponies around here don't seem to be friends too often. They're FRIENDLY, but that's different, y'know? I think it's because all the ranchers live so far apart, not much opportunity to socialize." >Maybe it would be simple >Call in Pinkie Pie, throw a party, everypony goes home >You heard a clattering, and groaned internally >Anon stood next to a capsized display of chocolate bars >"I didn't do it." "We both know that's not true." >"It was an accident, I swear! I just go-go-gat!" >Anon fell to her four knees, head jerking and face twitching "Don't worry, this happens sometimes. Epilepsy." you said preemptively >"Ah." the clerk said, nodding empathetically, "I have a distant cousin with that. You just let me take care of the display." he said kindly, pitying your filly "Come Anon, let's go." you said, levitating the water behind you. >Anon rose to her hooves slowly, and slowly loped behind you and out the door >Time to find some lodging
>>133704 ree i fuckin wish these poners actually KNEW what epilepsy is if someone was at least knowledgeable in it, they'd know that twi being a cunt and just letting it happen is the LAST thing you should do when someone's having a seizure. you're supposed to make sure that they're not going to hit their head on anything and are lying back, not just watch them seize up and say, "eh, it happens all the time"
>>133706 >Nigga nobody knows what epilepsy is, pretty sure it's social commentary. Like ask anybody what Epilepsy is, they'll just say it's flashing colors and video games causing seizures.
And as long as the kid isn't in danger of hitting their head or falling off a platform, then you shouldn't do anything besides placing a pillow under their head as it can cause a violent reaction and even worse spasms.
And have you ever seen anyone contest this sort of thing? Everybody assumes the parent knows what they're supposed to do, rather than the mom being a psychopathic demigod who intentionally gives her child spasms.
It's Saturday. Normally, you'd like to sleep in on Saturdays, but today you're a bit of a light sleeper. Light enough that the sound of the door opening manages to jolt you out of your slumber as you observe Twilight and Blossom descending the stairs into the basement. >"Oh darn, you're awake. I was planning on tossing a bucket of water over your head."
"Very funny Blossom. But I see no bucket, nor is there a water source in the room." >"Are you sure? Look under your bed."
You bend over the side of your bed and peer underneath. Surely enough, tucked away into a corner on the far side is a small metal bucket.
"How? When?" >"When you and Twilight were drunk as a couple of skunks and I excused myself for an awfully long time to go to the bathroom." >"Yeah, let's not talk about that day again, shall we? We've got a party to set up, and we should probably get a good breakfast."
You decide to take Twilight's advice and head upstairs in silence to get your breakfast. Today, it's waffles, blueberries, and whipped cream - an excellent way to get you way too hyperactive before your party starts. Cadance, for what it's worth, isn't hungover this time around, but Blossom seems to feel no need to pester her with questions today. Maybe it's because she had her perception of the princess shattered last Saturday. Either way, it's a relatively quiet breakfast for everybody until you hear a knock at the door.
>Be Anon who is filly >Today is the fucking day. >Twilight has come up with a spell to finally turn you back into a human. >More importantly though, the spell will give you your manhood back. >"Are you ready Anon?" >You nod your head. "Hell yeah, let's do it." >"Now remember Anon, tell me if anything feels strange when the spell is active. You are from a different dimension and like last time it may have negi-" >You wave Twilight off as you take position right in front of her. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. We've gone over this already. I don't care, let's do this." >"You should care. Even with the modifications, anything can happen." "Whatever, just hit me with the sparkles already." >Twilight gives you a look of annoyance before closing her eyes in concentration. >Her horn begins to glow, and you become wrapped in a cloud of magenta magic. >You feel the magic tingle, and wait to see what happens next. >The magic begins to swirl around you, become denser and more opaque. >Soon all you can see is Twilight's magic, and you can hear a light buzzing sound. "Uh…?" >POP >The magic and the noise immediately disappear, revealing a wall of purple in front of you. >You also notice that you are in fact still on four legs, and not a human. "Purple, what the fuck is this? You said you'd change me back!" >Twilight's voice booms from above you. >"Well, I certainly didn't expected this to happen." >You look up. >Twilight's entire head looks down at you, filling your entire field of vision. "Holy shit purple, what the fuck did you do to me!?!" >Here begins the adventures of Anon the teeny filly.
>>133804 anon… not every green is a CYOA, and not everything requires dice to be rolled I know you like playing with your dice, but there's a time and a place for everything
>>133814 >derailing while complaining about derailing
All you asked was what flavor of ice cream filly would like most. That's not a really rigid conversation topic. Either way, why the fuck are dice rolls derailing from that topic?
>>133816 because dice rolls are being used far too often for everything dice don't have to be used for everything; I just wanted a conversation about which ice cream flavors are good and bad - not yet another dice rolling competition
>>133822 >because dice rolls are being used far too often for everything Literally where? This is only the second time I've seen dice rolls used for something other than a CYOA in the few months I've been here.
>>133824 maybe not everything, but they've still been used out of place a lot more than they should be I'm mostly just upset at >>133804 ruining my post entirely by trying to "turn it into a game" though since it looks like we'll never get back to the discussion I wanted to have, I guess there's only one thing to do
>>133802 Filly's favorite flavor of ice cream is (you)r favorite flavor. So vanilla, I guess. I don't eat much ice cream >>133815 Orange sherbet is a good pick too
>>133861 A very very tired filly in a maid's outflit looking at a half-finished checklist on the wall while Twilight calls from the other room, "Anon, don't forget to finish your homework!" My life right now
>>133888 i know, but it still worried me glad you're still alive though and when i have you as the filly, the only thing you'll have is free time, love in your heart and lots of snuggles
You search around for one of the masks you made last night and put it on as you approach the door. You try to think up a good prank to pull on whoever's on the other side, inevitably settling on the classic "is your refrigerator running" as you open the door. What lies on the other side, however, has other plans. Immediately you are tackle hugged to the ground by some sort of pink pony wearing a nun's habit. Almost immediately, you're able to tell who it is. >"Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie! I heard through the grapevine that there was a big party going on here so I decided to check it out. But then I realized I hadn't been invited so I started to turn around until I saw this weird pegasus guy with four wings and a halo and I thought to myself 'jee guy, why does your mom let you have TWO sets of wings?' But he didn't seem interested in answering that at all because he was all, 'I AM THE METATRON, VOICE OF THE ALL MIGHTY GOD', and so I said 'Mettaton? You're in the wrong fandom!' He didn't seem very impressed though, so he put this thing on my head and said to head to the big tree over in Ponyville because there's a costume party going on and I could come as long as I'm wearing a costume. I see you're wearing one too, so is this where the whole thing is being held?"
"Buh, I umm… yes, Pinkie." >"Wait a second, is that Pinkie Pie over there? Hi Pinkie!" >"Hi mysterious pony who somehow knows my name!" >"Come inside, we have waffles!" >"Oooh, don't mind if I… hold on one second. Author, I don't think this is going to work."
What?
"What?" >"You made all of your new mane six and all of your old mane six use the > mark to denote when they're talking. It's going to be really confusing for your readers to know who the heck is talking without some serious context clues."
New mane six… Pinkie, did you just spoil the plot of the story that I was planning on revealing AFTER they find the last human? >"Hey, you made me say it. Besides, it's not like you couldn't have made it any more obvious by having the Element of Loyalty talk to Nonny in his sleep."
"Pinkie, who are you talking to? And how did you know all that…" >"The author, silly!"
Pinkie, please don't break the fourth wall.
"Is that the guy whose voice is in my head right now?" >"See? You've got way too many characters and you try to differentiate how they're talking to each other by putting different little sigils in front of everyone's speech. But you're trying to maintain consistency by using the same sigil for the same pony every time, which only results in everything looking completely confusing. Really, you should just be using active dialogue instead of this half-prose half-greentext mishmash."
"Am I real right now? Is this all just a story written by some autist?" >"Oh it could be worse, you could be living with an abusive Twilight."
Pinkie, if I give you your own unique sigil, will you please never speak of this again?
^"Deal. Now where is that Element of Laughter?"
And then Blossom divebombed Pinkie Pie from the top of the tree, lifting her up into the air in a crushing hug. This gave the author a convenient distraction to make Anon forget the conversation that just occured. You are now Anon again and not the audience. After getting up from the table that Blossom was sitting at, and opening the door, you find Blossom now lifting up Pinkie Pie in a crushing hug. Looking back at the table to make sure this is definitely not a changeling duplicate, you see she is in fact, no longer there, and in front of the door. How she got there so fast, you have no idea. But more importantly, Pinkie Pie is at the door, and she is dressed as a nun. What do?
>>133951 yell at the author that the 4th wall is supposed to be chiseled away at little by little, and not bashed in with a fucking wrecking ball. also, invite her inside and be polite. [ 1d100 = 55 ]
I can't think of a way to resolve the current situation, should be an update in another 24 hours or so. I'll leave you with this. Alternatively, you can put words in my mouth with the second one, if you so desire.
>>133951 Pic related. Also, I think it's time for a catchy MLP song for everyone to sing. Bonus points if it's original. And, of course, you have to have that sneak peak. [ 1d100 = 63 ]
>>133975 Have the sign say, "I cannot talk until I learn not to misbehave."
>>133864 This took much longer than I was expecting, but I wanted to try something challenging. I may try shading this at some point, but let me know what you all think. I'm going to bed so I won't reply until later tomorrow
>>133991 Nice! A couple of points of critique, though. The left foreleg ought to be a bit straighter and have more well-defined joints like the right. Also, judging by the shading of the hat the hole should not have a shadow right underneath.
It's quite good, though, and I want to pick up drawing when I have time. If I practiced half an hour a day since I was 10, I would be able to draw some of those amazing artworks with muscle contours and everything.
>>134019 >>134013 QT! >frogs Is there a site where I can look up all the terms for horse anatomy? I want to get into writing as well but I feel like knowing all the words is a necessary qualification.
I'm glad you guys like it, I haven't posted in a while because I dropped 2 other drawings that weren't turning out the way I wanted. >>134022 here's a good source of references that I use. taken from the /mlp/ drawthread http://imgur.com/a/m7zQ2 http://mlpg.co/art/res/23.html
>>132224 well shit, i know it cant compare to CR's qt stuff, but another quick thing
and thanks to the anon that suggested clip studio paint. though i'm still clearly shit and barely know what im doing in it, there seems to be a lot more features available to fuck up on!
>>134013 qt little pouty filly. She is so perfect, so pretty. Everything about her. I want to h*ld her little hoovsies and kiss them all over. I want to gently massage them. Hold them in my hands and handle them delicately, as if they were the most delicate, beautiful things in the world. Lavish them in attention. practically worship them, just like I worship the rest of her. My little filly. >ywn tenderly hold filly's hoof in your hands as you look into each other's eyes, your loving gazes saying more to each other than words ever could >ywn hold her hoof and gently rub it against your cheek, giving it little kisses as it goes, while staring into her perfect eyes
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 /mlp/ 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
>>134099 I think you misinterpreted that anon's post You aren't being used as a benchmark for quality in general, you're merely being used as a benchmark for emotional impact (still just as good of a reason to be proud and/or nervous though)
>>134001 You mean her left foreleg, the one on the hat? If so I think I see what you mean. The legs were pretty difficult at that angle. The hat shading was a last minute thing because it looked weird without it. I intended for the hat to cover everything but the muzzle, but the hole made it weird. Do you have an idea for how it could look better?
>>134002 Thanks, glad you like it. I forgot to hide a sketch layer for the pillow, and there were some white spots on the hat.
>>134276 I'm not even gonna worry about wives n' shit. I just want someone to be with and love. That's all they want too. Someone to be with at least. You think any of these broads are out there looking to be loyal little housewives? They're just trying to feel good and happy and act on instinct to breed. They want to fuck. They want to be loved. By as many men as they can. The "pure wife" is a meme. They're just sluts, like all the rest of us who are attractive enough to get sexual intimacy, who decide to "settle down" for one reason or another.
Finding a wife isn't a thing anymore. That's something you do in high school maybe, and it's terrible advice to be giving out to anybody past that stage. You're just going to make their life darker and more hopeless. All animals want to breed, cuddle, love. That's all I can ask for at this point. That's all any of us can hope for. Find a woman to be with, and soon enough you'll be roped into a marriage like all the rest of them. Then it's on you whether or not she's a single parent. Don't go looking for a wife though. You won't find one.
>>134290 Don't think I'm only after sex. As if sex is all I want. I want love, don't you see? But the two are linked. You can't seperate romantic love from sex. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, though. What do you want me to say? I want a pure waifu just as much as the next guy, but they don't exist among my peers, and I'm pretty sure that if I tried to wife someone who was still young enough to be waifu material, I'd go to jail or something. I want the romantic fantasy, but I live in real life. Don't think I don't want love just because I don't want to live life alone.
>>134295 Purity requires strength and discipline of character. There are women like that out there, even if exceedingly rare, but they exist. If you look at a country like China, women actively market themselves or their daughters to marry as quickly as possible. Thots are actually in the minority.
>>134322 >>134310 >ywn meet nerdfilly in school >ywn hang out at lunch and grow to be best friends >ywn do everything together >ywn fall in love with each other >ywn make love at every opportunity >ywn move in together >ywn get filly pregnant >ywn look at your beautiful angel, the love of your life, as she holds your perfect little filly in her hoofs >ywn have a family with her >ywn be that happy
>>134338 Don't say that, Anon. Please. Never having something is one thing, but losing something is far, far more painful. So don't go anywhere, ok? You can't give up. I love you. I love you. And I don't want to be without you. We'll keep each other going, ok? Okay, Anon?
If Fillu were to live for a week on the Pies rock farm do yall think she d survive normally or would she'd come back a different filly for the better or worse?
You're not sure what exactly the hell is going on, but it looks like your summoning ritual worked even before it began. Seeing Pinkie being hugged to death, you join in on the fun, though not without gently lifting up her skirt to take a look at her cute pink butt. Pinkie does not seem to take notice of this, though Blossom does, and she rolls her eyes at the sight of your perversion. You shrug it off. After all, Blossom isn't even wearing clothes. You could look at her butt all day long and she couldn't really complain about it.
"So Pinkie, do you want to come inside and get breakfast? The party doesn't start for a little while, but we'd love to have you as a guest."
^"Absolutely! Are those pancakes I smell?"
"Waffles, actually."
^"Sweeeeeet!"
She slips out of Blossom's grip like a bar of soap in a prisoner's hands, and bounces away towards the breakfast table. Cadance looks like she's about to question who the random stranger is that somehow thinks she's entitled to the family breakfast table, but her train of thought is cut off by Twilight immediately placing a plate in front of her, which she wastes no time shoving her face into, and then licking the mess of food off of her face.
<"A friend of yours?" >"She's a mutual friend of me, Anon, and Blossom. It's a long story, but she's going to be joining us for our party later on."
Pinkie immediately takes a hold of Cadance's hoof and shakes it vigorously.
^"Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie! What's your name? And how'd you get those cool wings to go with your horn? Or is it a horn to go with your wings? Or did you get both and you were born with neither? Can you even do that? Or oooh, can you be born with both a horn and wings like maybe a dragon, and then become a pony later? Or…"
<"I'm Cadance. And it's a horn to go with the wings. Princess Celestia made me an alicorn after I managed to defeat an evil witch with, well… love and compassion."
^"Awww, that's so cute. Do you think I could beat an evil witch with the power of parties? Or maybe my party cannon?"
<"Party cannon?"
Pinkie looks like she's about to pull something out of extradimensional space, but Twilight stops her before she covers the entire living room in confetti. >"I don't think we need a demonstration, Pinkie. We've already got a party planned. Also, if you really want to stop a witch with your party cannon, just fill it with grapeshot."
^"Oooh, that sounds fun!"
She pulls the party cannon out anyways, and immediately proceeds to load it with grape jelly, which she proceeds to shoot at Twilight's face. Unsurprisingly, this does not make Twilight happy, even after Pinkie licks off all of the jelly after it starts to slowly drip off. >"Pinkie, that's not funny."
^"Oh, come on Twilight. I want to make you smile. You look like you don't smile enough."
Twilight's scowl only worsens, so Pinkie does the most logical thing to come to her head, and sings the Smile song, which you and Blossom both join in on eagerly. >"You two are absolutely incorrigible, you know that?"
>>134352 How does one even lick off all the jelly from a pony's face? Anyway, say that Twilight simply needs to learn the magic of friendship. Also, ask what Pinkie wants to do before finishing preparing the party. [ 1d100 = 7 ]
>>134350 Probably better, I just have a notion that families that live on farms have a better ability to teach family moral values to their children. Seeing as there are fewer distractions compared to an urban or city lifestyle.
>>134375 At the beginning of the CYOA anon tried to do the lewd with everyone. If we stop being a perv now, then they will think something is wrong with us.
>>133638 "Sparkle as in Twilight Sparkle?" >"Yeah, only important Sparkle I've ever heard of." "Nope." >You recall your earlier conversation with Rarity and conclude that it's probably best to look for some sort of weapon. >Casually glancing at the ground reveals nothing, so you decide to try to stall for time. "Look, I don't know what you're on about when it comes to Sparkles, but the orphanage was a one-time affair, alright?" >They look over at you like you're absolutely nuts. >"Look, just get in the bag and make this easy for us. We don't get paid by the hour." >The second figure produces a burlap sack from the darkness. >Though the offer is tempting, you know you won't fare much better with them. "Yes, please take me. I need tendies and Mountain Dew, and this long-mane is getting on my nerves. Just don't sell me to Saddle-Arabia, I can't stand the sand." >You think you can see the outline of a grin under the first figure's hood. >"Good. Hold still." >One shot, don't blow it. >As the second approaches, you tense up your left leg. >Three… >Two… >One! >With as much speed and force as you can muster, you slam your hoof into his muzzle. >While he's still reeling in pain, you make a bolt between the other's legs, giving his exposed phallus a quick chomp. >Fuckin' pedo. >You keep your eyes fixed on the path ahead, not daring to look back. >You hear the clopping of hooves chasing after you. >Down a desolate street. >Louder. >Through a narrow alleyway and over a few trashcans. >Quieter. >Through a bank of snow. >Louder, and you're shivering now. >You see the castle up ahead. >Please god… >As you reach the door, you pound it as hard as you possibly can, screaming into the night. >You only now notice the note. >'I mean it this time.' >There's a crude drawing of the back door, wrapped in cartoonish chains. >Shit. >Turning around, you see two very angry looking stallions with torn coats. >Input action.
>>134342 >>134341 itll be some time before anything happens anyways and why are you being so nice? i expected encouragement to go through with it, not this regardless, i can be happy and gay with you all when we meet as fillies
>>134384 Death is wasteful. No one wants to hear or see such sadness. Stay, and enjoy what little time we have on this planet. Also, you answer your question this chan is filled with Nazis, not assholes.
>>134384 Anon, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. It's never justified. Seek help from someone who wants to help you, don't trust a (((Psychologist))) but life counseling can do wonders.
>>134384 Because there comes a time to fuck around and a time to be serious. While we do kid about it once and a while, memes aside it's something serious that no one should condone. It's always best to get any kind of help it such situations in all seriousness.
>>134395 well… not to the person who's dead, yes. Nothing is important to you if you're dead. Logistically, someone has to clean up after it (legally, financially, politically). Emotionally too, even if you don't think there's nobody to appreciate you, trust me, there is.
Sorry I was ded for a bit! I wasn't feeling too inspired and getting a new game recently wasn't helping. However, I got the next update ready and it's definitely better than if I had forced myself to write it yesterday! As we left off in >>133611 , Anonymous managed to tackle Twilight and had her convinced of his idea after she checked his intentions, saving Chrysalis's life. Let's see what happens next, shall we? >Twilight nods, thinking along the same lines you are >Chrysalis, however, looks a bit concerned >"You don't seriously expect me to just walk in to CELESTIA'S CASTLE when I can barely even disguise right now, do you?" >can changelings not disguise whenever they want? "Why can't you disguise?" >"I just expended all of my accumulated magic, I have nothing to draw on while keeping the disguise stable in case of an emergency." >Twilight starts thinking after hearing this, but comes to an answer within seconds >"I'm pretty sure that I can take care of anything needed in a situation like that. Well, on the condition that you don't try anything while you're there." >"I can't try anything even if I wanted to. The last of my magic went into turning Anonymous human again, and I'm not going to get any more for the foreseeable future." "Alright, now that we've gotten all that out of the way, can I go back to being a filly? I feel a breeze that I'm not supposed to feel." >they both turn towards you as you cover what you need to >"Sure, just give me a sec-" >"Hold on, Twilight, I'd like a look at him first." >Chrysalis starts walking towards you as Twilight starts looking between her and you in worry >"Are you sure that's the best idea? Humans aren't to be taken lightly, as Anon just demonstrated." >she's probably just trying to make Chrysalis stop >she probably won't, though >"Don't worry, I trust him and I'm sure at this point he trusts me too." >as you thought >oh well, you ARE the alien in the room, after all >what's one more poking and prodding to throw on the pile? >"If you insist, then I must at least ask that you not move his hands. Princess Celestia did that, and Anon wasn't happy about it, even for the brief moment that that was." >okay Twilight, just outright tell her >now she's going to wonder what you're hiding and try to look anyway >is everypony going to know what your junk looks like by the time you're home? >well, Chrysalis made it to you >time to zone out! >could Twilight build you a magic-powered 40K dreadnought for your filly body? >probably >would she? >probably not >as fun as it would be to walk around in a giant green metal death machine, something tells you that Twilight would have some major problems with it >especially if it had flamers and missile launchers like all the cool ones do >also, you wouldn't even be able to use it since you're not dead >that sucks >well, you'd ask for a Titan, but there's even less chance of her making one of those for you >don't those need multiple drivers, too? >eh, you forgot >point is, Twilight probably wouldn't give you either of those, much less let you keep either of them >you're going to have to make it yourself if you want one, then >is it over? >time to zone back in and check >it seems like it, Chrysalis has stopped touching you and seems to be staring- >WAIT >WHERE ARE YOUR ARMS >fuck, they fell to your sides when you zoned out! >no wonder she's staring… >oh, and Twilight seems to be facing a completely different direction >this wasn't the best time to zone out, was it? >you cover yourself back up, causing Chrysalis to look up at you with an expectant look "Sorry, I zoned out a bit too far." >"It's alright, I saw everything that I needed to and confirmed that the backup plan could work." >Twilight finally turns around at hearing this, bearing a suspicious look >"Backup plan? Anonymous, would you mind telling me about that?" "Sure, just change me back first. It's getting pretty cold and I no longer have fur or a shirt." >Twilight walks towards you and fires up the spell >as promised, you start explaining as soon as you can no longer feel air hitting your junk "The backup plan was for me to provide the necessary genetic material to help Chrysalis continue her hive's existence should my plan not work, I'm sure you can guess how I would do that." >Twilight's face changes to a neutral expression and she blushes >"No comment." >this leaves the three of you standing in an awkward triangle
"So, should we organize the logistics of all this? Like, when we're doing this? Chrysalis, I assume you want to be there to represent your hive?" >"I know how Anon and I are getting there and I'm sure any day can work for us." >"I'm going to need a few days to repair damage around here before I can go, but after that I'm also open at any time. It'll also take me a day to get to your castle… Maybe we can leave Saturday?" >"So that means we would end up getting to Canterlot Saturday night, and then we would talk to Celestia on Sunday. That should work." >"Then it's settled. I'll see you two on Friday, we leave Saturday, and we hold negotiations on Sunday. Now, if you two will excuse me, I need to go get the others so they can come back. I assume you have somewhere you're staying?" >"Yes, and if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to bring Anon with me." >Chrysalis looks at you, prompting Twilight to do the same "Sure, I guess?" >you kinda shrug as you get up and move to Twilight's side >as you two start to leave, you turn around towards Chrysalis and wave >she smiles and waves back before heading to a different exit of the hive >you and Twilight manage to navigate your way back to the surface fairly quickly and she teleports you two as soon as you're both topside >when the purple glare stops assaulting your retinas, you see that you two are now in a hotel room >it's nothing special, but you can tell that this is in some border town by the decoration >it's kinda western looking but not really, you'd describe it further but you lack the adjectives >there's also a bed, a table, some chairs, and a bathroom >cool >you see Twilight rearranging some things in her bag nearby "Hey, Twi?" >"Hm?" "Thanks for finally listening to me and cooperating there, I'm glad that you two are willing to put your differences aside for my idea." >Twilight stops rearranging her stuff, smirks, and faces you >"Oh, I still trust her as much as a dragon trusts a griffon near its hoard; I just happen to trust you more than I don't trust her." >oh >well then >"Don't worry, I'm still going to help you. I won't be letting Chrysalis out of my sight for as long as we're there, though. She says she can't do anything, but knowing her she can still do something." "As long as you're not going to actively sabotage it, I think everyone can deal with that." >"Sabotage, that's a good idea!" >Twilight starts giggling to herself while you give her the least amused face you can >"I was kidding, jeez!" "This is a serious matter, Twilight. I worked hard to get this to happen. I had to convince you, Luna, AND Chrysalis." >"Okay, I'm sorry." "Thank you! On an unrelated note, I hope you didn't need to use the bathroom because I haven't showered since Saturday and… What day is it now?" >"Tuesday, there's a good amount of time between now and the meeting. Go ahead and shower though, I can smell you from here." >so that's exactly what you do >you clean yourself off and take care of any other hygiene matters you can think of before being reminded about your shirt >that sucks >it was your only shirt, too! >now what are you going to do if it gets cold? >you can't wear your pants since your legs aren't built the same anymore, and you can't wear your socks since you only have two of them >also, you're not sure if you could even wear socks in public >too lewd >you may need to ask for help again >you finish drying yourself off and walk back out to see Twilight reading a book in a chair >typical nerd "Hey uh, can I ask for a favor?" >she looks up from it at you "My shirt got destroyed in the hive earlier. Can you help me get a new one?" >"I suppose I could, Rarity still owes me from that one time anyway. Same color?" "Yeah, thanks a bunch!" >"No problem." >Twilight returns her attention to her book and you realize that you're pretty hungry >you're also really tired >which comes first? >you don't see any food around you, but you do see a bed >sleep it is! >you hop in and get comfy, reaching dreamland soon afterwards
just to finish the conversation >>134400 but what if the problem is yourself? something that can't be changed, something that counselors, psychologists, and even a trip to the looney bin can't fix. ive been down the road before and i failed, it's only right that i finish what i started. >>134403 see above. and i know it's selfish, but in the long run i know it's what's best. no ambition, no good character, i just waste space where i am. it's not so much an emotional thing to me anymore, it's just the only logical solution. i never deserved to have what i do.
>>134467 You don't have to go through with it, Anon. It's not the only solution, and it's certainly not the best. You deserve to have people who care about you, and I do.
progress on plush apparently the head is nearing completion, ill get a finished pic some time during the weekend meanwhile he sent me this, prototype of the back leg as to what he's had in mind he said the heart shape's got another minky on it, and that in the finished product it will be made with craft foam and sewn differently, so that it actually has the wall of the hoof, or whatever that bit is called it seem alright to you dudes?
>>134454 Interesting update, though I'm surprised Twilight didn't think of putting food out. Whatever she's reading must have captivated her attention.
>>134467 Nopony's perfect, anon. The fact that you care about others to the point that you feel inadequacy for their sake shows you are a warm, caring human bean. God loves you for who you are.
>>134583 >>134593 Fun fact: That's based on a green where Anon sneaks into the castle and shits on babby's head while she sleeps. In the morning he passes by the hospital and finds out babby got pinkeye. Think it was GagsFatso
>>134595 Certainly sounds like something GagsFatso would write but I wouldn't know for certain since I've never read any of his stuff at all because it disgusts me
>>134595 Found it: >Be Anon >Sitting in the bushes outside of the Friendship Castle >You check your watch >12:30; Twilight should have finished her nightly checkup (and possible feeding) of Anonbabby a half-hour ago >You were good to go >You took one of the keys Twilight had left with you 'in case of an emergency', and slithered over to the window outside Anonbabby's room >Thankfully, Twilight had made the nursery on the ground floor, in fear of her unicorn offspring unlocking the crib latch, exiting through the baby-locked door, crawling down the hall and falling down the staircase to a premature death >The neverending worry she had over her child was cute though >Anyway, it was time for vengeance >Anonbabby had INTENTIONALLY shat on your carpet the last time Twilight visited your place >That diaper didn't come off by accident >So it was your job to mete out justice >You unlocked the window, and raising your legs through, silently slithered >Wait, would Twilight have some magical way of detecting the window opening? >Well, too late now >You stealth forward at an excruciatingly slow pace, eventually reaching the crib >The base of the bed only sat about eighteen inches off the ground, and the bars another eighteen >Pony babbies were smol >Anonbabby was sleeping peacefully- pefect >You lowered the gate, and reached down and slowly, carefully, pulled her diaper off and moved it towards her chest, to deflect any possible suspicion >She didn't wake up, thank god >Two seconds of crying and Purple would teleport in here, ready for changing, cuddling, or combat >Now for the hard part >In preparation of your vengeance you'd only eaten soup and crackers for the past couple of days >You managed to position your ass over the baby, and let out a stream of semisolid shit onto her >'Mmmmmrph' you heard the sleeping Anon mutter in annoyance >It had cascaded over her legs, cheast, and most of all, face, your gooey excrement soaked into her fur and the fabric of the crib mattress >Your work complete, you pulled your pants up, shimmied back out the window, re-locked it, and headed back home >You woke up early in the morning (you never needed much sleep), and after a big breakfast of vegetarian tendies, headed outside >As you walked to Twilight's castle to check up on your victim, you heard a *pop* and some screeching coming from the next street over >You ran across, suspecting what was happening >The doors to the hospital were wide open, slowly shutting on their own >You ducked inside to see Purple running into the emergency room, with much crying echoing through the halls >You chased after Purple, eager to see your handiwork "I'm a friend, she knows me." you answered, still walking towards the rooms in glee >Dumb mare didn't even argue >Here in Happy-Happy Land, everypony trusted everypony >You ducked into the treatment hall and heard a panicking Twilight holding a screaming Anonbabby over her shoulder, pleading with a doctor inside one of the operating rooms >"And when I came downstairs she was sleeping in her own feces, it was EVERYWHERE, I don't know how the diaper came off! I cleaned her up, but she's still crying and her eyes are red! I think she has an infection, what do we do??" >You sat down in a chair outside where you could watch, but decided not to say anything >Dr. Stethoscope used one of those optometrist scopes, the flashlight shining brightly into a very pissed Anonbabby's eyes while he peered through the glass >"Yep, that's a serious infection of conjunctivitis" he answered in a deep African accent >He pulled an eyedropper and open beaker, filling the latter with a solution from bottle on a high shelf >Now miss, I'm gonna need you to keep your baby's eyes open while I apply this medication" the doctor said >Twilight laid Anonbabby down on the paper-coated bed, the latter wailing like a banshee >"Just look at mommy, okay? Look at mommy… look at mommy…" Twilight hushed >Dr. Stethoscope used the dropper twice in succession, and the crying grew an octave higher as the saline solution entered babby's eyes >Twilight put Anonbabby back over her shoulder and made soothing noises, and the crying slowly shrank down to minor sniffling >"We're gonna need to reapply that every thirty minutes for the next four hours." Stethoscope said, turning over >"Now I recommend you read this." he answered in a displeased manner, handing her a pamphlet >From your angle you could make out the title >'Taking Proper Care of your Foals:' >""A Guide for Negligent Parents" >You could FEEL Twilight's heart break >That's what you get for making everyone go to your stupid district rezoning meeting, bitch
>>134644 I can live knowing i have your hoof, other parts going to other fillies Or we can keep you whole and form a herd, where each night one of the fillies get to cuddle you Dibs on first night
Here s 2 gems i found, its nice that the drawfag moved to digital but i do miss these hand drawings
>>134665 >Be (Human) Anon >Sitting at a fast food joint, drinking a milkshake >Fuck, Twilight KNEW you hated this place "Why did we come here? There's nothing I can eat." you griped, sucking the straw some more >"Because Anonfilly got a perfect score on her math test, my little genius." she answered with pride, ruffling AF's mane with her hoof "So she gets to choose." >Filly KNEW you hated it here as well >Likely chose it just to screw you over, little bastard "That's not impressive, she's already gone through at least Algrebra 2, bare minimum, probably more" >Twilight ignored you, pulled a french fry from the basket and snapping it in half >"Whooooo wants another num-num?" she asked in a singsong voice >She slowly pressed the fry towards Anonbabby's face, and her tiny little mouth opened as wide as it could to take in the morsel >Babby's mouth shut close, Twilight retracting her hoof with a loving smile on her face >She couldn't even chew, she just sucked on it until it dissolved in her mouth after several minutes "And she's an adult too!" you retorted, pointing at the babby >"Anon, I don't want to talk about your delusions again." she said, not loking at you "I'm not delusional! They came from the same place I did, they just got turned into ponies! Look, they both have the same coat and mane colors, doesn't that-" >Twilight's expression soured >"Anon! You DON'T judge ponies based on the color of their coat! I won't have you spreading such vile ideas in my childrens' heads!" >… >… >"Well, I need to go to the restroom. When I'm back you'd all better be friendly or we're not going to the movies tonight" >After she'd left, Anonfilly decided to rub her victory in. >"If you keep telling everyone we're ex-humans they're gonna think you're delusional." "Yeah, well, maybe someday the truth will come out, assholes. I know you decided to eat here because I hate it. You're always trying to screw me over, well, guess what, I'll have my vengeance. I hate you, you cute little faggot." >You pointed to Anonbabby "And I bet YOU'RE really happy to be eating solids for once. How liquid are your shits exactly?You should know, you sit in them for half the day. " >Anonbabby gave you the saddest look, you felt almost guilty looking into those small, watering eyes. >Then you remembered all those smug grins she gave you whenever she got her way. >You heard a door close, and saw Twilight approaching >"Alright, is everyone ready to go?" >A couple of 'mm-hmm's and a babble from babby answered her questions >"Alright, let's get going, I don't want us to be late."
>>134670 Another one… >Be HumanAnon >Sitting on the couch next to Anonbabby, her head supported by the crook of your elbow >"Now Anon, remember to change her! I don't want you 'forgetting' again!" Twilight shouted through the door, "Me and Anonfilly will be back from her soccer game in about three hours. Be good for Anon my little baby!" she added, blowing a kiss at her littlest one. >Twilight shut the door behind her, and the two of you were alone >After a moment you cut the tension "Wanna watch a movie?" you asked with ulterior motive" >She managed to slowly nod her head up and down, having difficulty due to the gigantic disproportional size of it. >You pulled out a pair of Blu-ray boxes (seriously Twilight? Just buy a Raspberry Pi), one covering the other "Would you like to watch Power Ponies League: Unite…" >She blubbered happily; it was one of her favorites, she'd seen it many dozens of times >Convincing Twilight to let babby watch something PG was difficult "Or would you rather watch IT?" you continued, pulling out the second box from behind the first >She looked unsurely at the second box, making a scared little 'mmmm' noise >You'd figured out some things from Anonbabby; using a system of pictures and pointing, you found some stuff out about the fellow ex-human >She remembered quite a bit from her old life, but seemingly less than you >While her tastes remained the same, her physiology was having great effect on how she reacted to the world >Also, she was an asshole >Whenever you did something she didn't like, she'd cry until Twilight came and point at you with a hoof, and you'd get a verbal spanking from Purple for a slight you never did >At least you didn't get actual spankings, those were reserved for Anonfilly "Oh, you wanna watch IT? Okay, lemme get the lights." >You hit the switches and into the comfy couch cushions, holding Anonbabby in your lap "I sure hope this isn't too scary for you." you said with malicious glee >Be Twilight >Unlocking the door to the castle, with your daughteru metaphorically tugging at your ankles >Anonfilly had won her soccer match >She'd also received more foul cards than any other player, but that was because the ref didn't like her. Your little pumpkin did nothing wrong, and you had made sure the parents on the other team knew that >You entered the main hallway, clip-clops echoing through the chamber >Anonfilly just bolted up straight to her room; she REALLY needed a shower >You entered the living room to see Anon playing on his 3DS, while Anonbabby was sitting inside her playplace, giving scared looks around her >You baby perked up upon seeing you and held her hooves toward you, giving one of the loudest cries you'd ever hear from her >"~~WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~" >Maternal instincts guiding your body, you swooped in and hugged her body to yours in a smooth fashion, making little shushing sounds. "Aw, did someone miss me?" You asked, the sound of your voice more important than the words Anonbabby heard >She wouldn't be able to understand you, she was just a baby after all >Anon didn't look up, just kept playing his game >You'd asked him about his game the other day. Apparently he was some robot called Metroid, and his job was to fight bad guys and bomb every wall until he found a secret passage. He could also turn into a ball and play pinball, or sumo-wrestle with his blonde friend who only spoke in Chinese. >You didn't understand Anon's tastes at all >"Shhh…shhhh, little one. Hey Anon, why is Anonbabby want me to hold her so bad?" >He looked up to talk to you "She just missed you so much, as soon as you were out the door she started crying. " "Did you have to change any diapers while I was gone?" you asked, sniffing Anonbabby's crotch and smelling nothing. >She still clinging to your form and sobbing. She kept giving weird looks around her, as if she were frightened of something >"Yeah. She actually peed herself during the movie twice, weird how that happened." "You probably just gave her too much juice. Hey, did you warm up any of the bottles I left in the fridge?" >"Yeah, but she wouldn't drink it. Guess she just prefers it from the tap." he chuckled "What'd you guys do?" >"We played with her blocks some, then we watched Power Ponies." "Again?" you laughed. Foals would usually watch the same three movies over and over again "Did you have a good time with your big brother?" you asked your baby, holding her out with your hooves >She just made more sniffling noises, glaning around in fright. "Well let's make your siblings some din-din. Then after your feeding I'm sure you'll feel much better." you answered, booping her on the nose >Usually she giggled when you did that, but now her eyes seemed… empty. >You'd fix that. For now you were just happy to be home, and glad that you could rely on Anon to help out with the little ones >He was such a good son.
>>134672 Decided to organize the greens, will make a post for their order, upfront notice, this is the first: >You looked down at the tiny figure and its disproportionately large head, shakily managing to sit up as it played with a set of wooden blocks "Look at you." you said out of the blue, and Anonbabby rotated her tiny head up at you with some effort >"You used to be a man, proud and strong. Now you're reduced to a sniveling, stinky ball of fur. >This seemed to agitate Anon "You can't even use the shitter anymore, you just poop your pants and cry until someone- and by that I mean Twilight- comes and does it for you." >She was tearing up now, making little hiccuping noises "You can't even feed yourself, Twilight has to spoonfeed you on the occasions you get to eat solids. Maybe if you suckled on her tits less your poop wouldn't be so runny." "And within the hour you'll be sitting in your piss and shit, drooling and babbling incoherently. You're so… pathetic." >"M.m…MWAH!!!!!!!!!!!" Anonbabby burst out in tears, the cries echoing throughout the house >You'd hit a nerve >Twilight must've heard the crying and teleported in a flash, scooping up Nonny and making shushing noises. Anonbabby started calming down, reduced to small whining noises and sniffling >"What happened?" "I dunno, she seemed fine but randomly started crying." you lied >Twilight held Anonbabby up over he head and sniffed her rear >"She SMELLS clean…" >She lowered the foal, and pulled the front of the diaper back with a hoof, peering down into it >"No urine either. And I JUST fed her… Maybe she just wants TLC." >She proceeded to muzzle the babby, rubbing her cheek against her daughter's >Nonny started cooing, and Twilight placed a kiss on her forehead right under her horn >"It's okay my little chipmunk, Mommy's here. Do you want to cuddle?" >The baby hummed a little, which you had figured out to be a 'yes' >"Let's go to bed then sweetie. Maybe you can have a nap too." she said, turning away from you and out the door. >Fuck now you wished you could be a baby
Twilight still doesn't seem too impressed by the smile song. You were really hoping that would work, but you suppose having your entire face covered in jam, only to have it licked off in the most cartoonish-style fashion has to be pretty damn bad. So logically you pull Twilight into a warm embrace and just hold her for a while as Blossom and Pinkie join in, finally followed by Cadance. >"Okay… you guys… can stop now. Kinda crushing me."
You all let go of her finally. >"I'm not even mad. Just… don't do that again, Pinkie."
^"Okie dokie lokie!"
And so you all sit back down and finish off the remaining morsels of your breakfast. After all of this, it is time to set up the party, although Twilight is absent for the first half hour of the preparations, spending some time in the basement trying to "meditate away some stress." Fortunately, Pinkie Pie is more than able to pick up the slack, baking a massive cake together with Blossom as you set up the living room. When Twilight finally emerges, it takes only another 15 or so minutes to get everything finished up.
A few hours later, the party begins and you start to see your first guests. Rarity, Applejack, Carrot Top, and Big Mac are among the first to arrive, followed by Flitter, Cloudchaser, and Thunderlane. Next are Caramel and Noteworthy. Last, after an anxious ten minutes or so, are Cherry Blossom and Cheerilee.
>>134733 Dubs confirm, your dice is now your waiting number to become filly
Also lets make it more fun, get your dice value, divide by 3 and let the remainder/rest choose your race 0-mud hors 1-feather brain 2-bone head If you roll 100 you re an alicorn but then all 99 fillies must get to Equestria first to prepare the way for said 100th alicorn filly princess
Fillies and nonexistent colts, I bring you another pile of textual nonsense that has organized itself into a semblance of a story! As a pretty big plot point has just happened and a major turn in the story came with it (>>134454), there's going to be a significant break in which nothing important happens. Welcome, to THE NOTHINGNESS! >your dreamscape is a boring one >to say that not much is going on in it would be an understatement >it's pretty much just a blank expanse of white >maybe your mind's trying to process the day's events and needs a break? >that's possible >keeping that in mind, you decide to only summon one of those coin-operated rides that you see outside stores back home >it's not one that needs coins though, that would just take more effort to make work >it's shaped like a rocket and has red and yellow paint on it >there's also a seat large enough for you in it >you hop in as it starts up and lean back into a comfortable position, letting your unconscious mind do what it needs to >your eyes drift closed a few times for some reason, and on the last one you see a familiar blue face staring down at you >"Good evening Anonymous. I can't help but notice this place is quite dreary, is everything alright?" "I'm fine, my day's just been a long one." >you lean forward to see that Luna's perched herself on the front of the ride >that's one way to do it >"Would it help if you told me some of it?" >you know, it probably would >this isn't really the best setting to go into psychoanalysis, though >what with you two both riding a toy rocket >so, you get out and summon a chair and one of those psychologist couches into this void >a couple more splashes of color, what with the chair being a shade of dark green with deep brown wooden features and the couch being a deep purple >you hop on the couch and Luna takes the chair without a word >she probably gets what you're doing, after all >time to start talking! "Well, turns out your warning wasn't unnecessary. Twilight found the hive today and she nearly ruined everything. Luckily, Chrysalis managed to get all the other changelings evacuated before she showed up, so there were no casualties. Twilight pretty much just stormed through the entire hive and immediately picked a fight with Chrysalis because she thought I had turned traitor or was mind controlled, or something." >"You know, from a technical standpoint, you had all the signs of Stockhoof Syndrome. She had a right to be concerned, not that I'm defending her." >so Stockholm Syndrome is a thing here, too >you've thought it before and you'll think it again; these ponies never cease to amaze you "Luckily, I managed to tackle her before she actually killed Chrysalis at the end of the fight that they had and forced her to check my intentions with a spell. After that, she was cooperative and now everything's going well for my part of the plan. How about on your end?" >your abrupt change to that question seems to catch Luna off-guard, so it takes her a second to reply >"There hasn't been much progress, I don't think Celestia will her any more of it from me without some refutations to her main issues with it, and I have none so far." >rip >that'll probably happen to you, come Sunday >better start preparing your arguments "What are her issues?" >"She doesn't think the public will approve of it."
>>134741 >oh >you don't have anything on that >wait, you're getting an idea! >but is it a good one? >only one way to find out "Does the public necessarily have to know, though?" >Luna gives you a surprised and disappointed look for a few seconds before she replies >"Of course they have to know, if there's anything that my sister and I have learned from ruling for this long is that transparency keeps the public happy by keeping them in the minds of the rulers. If we throw that out the window, then what's next? What would even give you an idea like that to begin with?" >shut down instantly >well, that sucks >"No, seriously. What gave you that idea, what is the world of humans like to make that even a thought in your mind?" "To be honest, our governments back home are about as transparent as mud. They occasionally let us in on some big stuff but give us sparing details, they tell us about all the small stuff in exasperating detail, and make it very hard to follow for an average person. That is bad enough, but there's also the problem of governmental infighting, factions, and general disarray that would make Discord himself confused to no end, and this takes place from the global level all the way down to cities." >Luna's look of surprise and disappointment ends up shifting to pity >"I don't understand how you could live under that. It seems like that sort of government would create a situation where it would do nothing but grab for power and screw over the country in the process." "Big surprise, that's exactly what it does! However, on the bright side, my country has at least set up a set of things that the populace is allowed to have that the government isn't allowed to get rid of. Unfortunately, they're trying to chip away at that, but we're still holding on to it." >"I feel sorry for you." "Don't; it's a clusterfuck of a world, but it's my clusterfuck of a world and I care a lot about it." >you two then sit in silence for a while, you thinking about home and what's going on there and Luna trying to wrap her mind around exactly how Earth politics works >this silence lasts for the remainder of the dream, nothing else significant being said or done >. . . >you wake up to see Twilight sitting at the table in the room with both chairs pulled up to it >you also see an abundance of food on that table! >fuck yeah, you're hungry! >"Good morning Anon, I hope you slept well. I assumed that you would be hungry when you woke up and from the way you're looking at what I got for you, I was right." >that's all yours? >this >is >amazing! >you pretty much jump out of the bed and bolt to the unoccupied chair and start eating >the void in your stomach started protesting as soon as you saw all of it, but it shut up pretty quickly when it started getting filled to capacity >in between your third croissant and your second apple, you decide it's a good time to thank her for this "Thanks, Twi. Also, when are we leaving for the castle?" >"No problem, we're leaving in about a half hour. The train leaves at 8:30 and it's 7:45 right now." >as you finish scarfing down the last of the food at your stomach's protest, you decide to ask what you would assume is a stupid question "Am I going back to school for the rest of the week too?" >"I'm surprised you had to ask. You are, and you're also going to do all the work you missed on the train." >wait, makeup work? >isn't that something that students on vacation or something have to do? "I'm the one who gets kidnapped, and I'm also the one who gets punished for it. In what world is that fair?" >"This one?" >you sigh and roll your eyes >"Why is this even a problem for you? You've already proved yourself to be very smart; this should be easy for you!" "It's a matter of principle! If I already know all this, then why do I need to do all this and jump through all these hoops just to relearn it?" >"This is the same discussion we had on the day you got here and the same reason still applies. You're disguised as a filly. Fillies go to school. If they miss a significant amount of school for whatever reason, then they have to make it up. As a final thought, you're severely mistaken if you think that I'll tell Cheerilee that you got kidnapped by changelings just to get you out of a few assignments that will take you less than 20 minutes to do." >you're being forced into this again, but you're not going down without a challenge "You said less than 20 minutes?" >"Yeah, why?" "I bet that it will take more than 20 minutes to do. You get another favor if you're right, and I get 100 bits to do whatever I want with if I'm right. Deal?" >"You're just going to wait it out so it takes longer. No deal." "Okay, you can watch me and make sure that I spend all the time working. Does that make it better?" >"If I think you're not working, then I can stop the timer until you start again." "No, because then you're going to stop the timer whenever you feel like!" >"Alright, then this has accomplished nothing. What would you even do with 100 bits, anyway?" "I don't know, I didn't get that far." >"Oh well. It's about time for us to leave, anyway."
>>134740 Well on technicalities they d need to be pushed to the next available number in line, but staying on the race of the original roll and alicorn fillies would need to wait yet another 100 fillies That could be boring and tiresome for some to keep up with, so just forget these tecnicalities and use the raw roll value
>>134744 >>134746 >Not wanting a big and thicc erf filly by your side
Posting so i dont forget to edit that pic tommorrow…again Also because i cant delet a file i selected and simply not upload anything after selecting something, devs pls
>>134745 >Everyone rolls 100 >Not enough fillies entering beforehand >No filly gets in Its a bad feel…
>>134750 >Anon becomes winged filly >Extra thicc, so not aerodynamic at all >Turns out to be a worse flier than Fluttershy >Anon becomes horny hue filly >But unicorns, relying too much on magic for stuff, arent strong enough for such body >Ends up tiring much quicker
Tbh i think each race would have their own bonus >Feathered fillies are extra fluffy and extra light, bonus chest fluff >The best for cuddles and wing hugs >Passive of trying to >Rape with traps, being the weakest physically so using of creativity to get their prey >Horny fillies would be limited to their imagination >Better overall, but not the best on anything >Passive of >Rape with their magic, using it to hold down their victims >Common fillies would be the thickest and strongest >Best for working alongside, being capable of carrying her weight on the tasks or even more that yourself for long durations >Passive of >Rape when target least expect, catching it off guard and using that very strength for that
>>134693 Little kids are always active, so have some sort of physical game. Tag would cause too much of a mess; what about Twister or a dance-off? [ 1d100 = 82 ]
>>134741 >>134742 I like the mixture of emotion, description, and playfulness. Though, in Equestria's world wouldn't some of the lesser races have equally dysfunctional governments?
>>134602 Don't forget this gem, also by gagsFatso: >Be Anon >You held the crying, struggling Anonbabby over your shoulder, trying to hold a conversation with Twilight >"Alright Anon, everything you need is in the diaper bag. Will you be okay? "Don't worry, it'll just be one night. We'll have a lot of fun." you answered, grinning evily at the infant >Anonbabby leaned her body out away from yours and reached her hooves towards Twilight, still sobbing >"Aww, Are you gonna miss Mommy? That's so CUUUUTE." she leaned forward and kissed her babby on the cheek, "Don't worry pumpkin, I'll be back tomorrow morning." >She headed out the door to your house, turning back for a moment "Goodbye Anon! Thank you for helping out! Be a good filly Anonbabby!" she blew one last kiss and closed the door behind her >You carried Anonbabby over towards the bathroom, but your phone rung on the couch, and you bent over to grab it >While your body was low, Anonbabby managed to wriggle out of your graspand onto the couch cushion, rolling onto the floor with a teeny thud >You just sat in confusion for a second watching it unfold >She managed to scoot forward in that weird way she did- she would extend her forelges out, then drag her diapered butt behind them, extending and dragging repeatedly to get where she wanted >"WENK! WENK! WENK!" she cried, making weird honking filly-cries as she tried to blitz her way to the door >T'was hopeless, you caught up to her in a flahs, scooping her back up into your arms "BAD baby." you said coldly, shaking her wildly until she stopped >Once she quit resisting, you carried her over to your bathroom >You roughly carried Anonbabby over to your toilet >You had made some modifictations to your toilet since you offered to foalsit Anonbabby, primarily the lid >The lid was peppered with small holes you had carved out with a drill bit; in the center of the toilet lid ssat a larger hole three quarter-lengths in diameter >You laid Anonbabby onto the cold marble floor and quickly removed the diaper with a few tearing noises and some crinkling >You picked her back up, and she began crying some more >"Weeh… weeh, waaaah! Waaaa!" "SHUT! UP!" you yelled, hitting her in the ribs twice with a fist, "I'll give you something to cry about!" >She quieted down real quick, but the sniffling and moaning never ended >You picked up Anonbabby and held her over the toilet "Here's where you're gonna be staying tonight." you said with evil glee >You waited for her to recognize her position, and she began flailing some more >You lowered the crying babby into the toilet bowl, and quickly slammed the lid shut over it >You rapidly used rope and tape to tie the lid securely to the rest of the toilet, preventing any escape >"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Anonbabby continued crying louder than ever, disgust entering those annoying tones >It was several minutes before she shut up "Listen up you little shit, you're gonna be spending the night with MY shits. So get ready." you said with a smug >You sat down on the toilet lid, angling your ass over the hole >After a moment of strain, you pushed out a long, thick brown log >You hear it land on the babby's head with a *plop*, and the crying redoubled >"Mmm…. waaah…" >You moved your ass back, angling your penis into the hole >You released the pressure, and a torrent of piss cascaded onto the babby's head, making wet splashing noises >"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" "That's right, keep crying, you're only turning me on." "Say, speaking of which…" >Time_for_another_wank,jpg
>You had used the toilet a couple of more times over the night, checking on babby through the holes >Anonbabby was sniffling or wailing everfy time you walked in, and from what you could see she'd been unable to move, stuck within the cramped toilet bowl >The last time you checked, she had fallen asleep, sitting in a pool of your (and probably her) piss and shit >You had added a bit more, and she began mumbling, obviously having a terrible dream >Traumatic experience → traumatic dreams >It was morning >You had washed the eternally-silent Anonbabby six times, and now she was extremely clean >You'd put a diaper on her, and fed her with the bottles Twilight had left in the bag >You just sat the shellshocked foal in the middle of the floor, where she sat like a lifeless doll >After a few minutes of reading, you heard a knocking at the door >Babby's head snapped up, and you headed to the door and opened it >Twilight stood at the door with a happy smile >"Noooonnnnnnny! Mommy's back!" she yelled over your shoulder, practically ignoring you >You heard a *scooching* noise as Anonbabby scooted forward towards Twilight >Twilight, of course, reached babby much sooner and scooped her up in a hug, kissing her on the forehead >Anonbabby came to her senses, and pointed a hoof at you and started crying >"Awwww, you don't want to leave your uncle Anon? I told you would like it." she said, collecting the diaper bag with her magic >"Don't worry, we'll come and visit him again real soon." "That's right Nonny. Real soon." you said evily, giving a little wave at the departing couple >You'd never seen true terror until that moment
>>132135 34, I found it odd that there were a few repeating questions, seems they're possibly randomly picked from a pool. With that in mind, this test should not be taken as an actual measurement but rather a rough estimate. It literally just lists known tendencies that autistic people typically have. If you know them, you can determine which answers will increase/decrease your score.
>>134863 >few repeating questions, seems they're possibly randomly picked from a pool. no, it's to make sure that your answers remain consistent. dont you know how tests work?
>>134866 This, there's a thing they test for beyond the questions where an autist won't give consistent answers to the same question worded differently, or something.
>>132933 >For a moment you just stand there, sensually sharing kisses and breath as you stay inside her. >Every peck, every brush of the tongue, it's just as magical as it was when you met. >Hell, even more so, you'd say. >Maybe it's how she continues to surprise you, or the fact that you're in a public bathroom inside of a pastry shop, but the butterflies in your stomach are active as ever. >-Well, you say butterflies, but they feel more like fuckin' hornets. >Or like, hummingbirds. >Yeah that sounds better. >You hold the back of her head, and her rump right above her dock, just so that it's not uncomfortable. >All of her legs hug around you, as she stays close enough to keep feeling her heart against yours. >Yeah, that too. >Never can calm around her. >Surprised your heart hasn't given out with how much it races when she's near you, even after all this time. >But to be fair, she's never any better. >The only pony to ever accept and love your autism, yet it still forces you to worry about it. >When will you mess up? >When will you make that one, small fatal mistake, to ruin everything you've built together? >As you sensually kiss her again for about the fifteenth time, you slowly part, gazing into her big, emerald eyes. >There's this dreamy, dopey looking expression on her face. >And your heart skips a beat, once again reminding you of the most important thing about your relationship. >She's just as autistic as you. >You can't help but smile at that, and she giggles just seeing you do. >"What?" >Those beautiful green orbs. >So sparkling, full of life. >And you know you're no different. >All because of her. >You slowly peck her again, pressing yourself against her soft, warm lips for a good few seconds. "Nothing… You're just… so amazing, you know that? Everything about you." >Her blush deepens, and a shaky smile forms on her face while avoiding your gaze. >"S-stop it, y-you cheesy faggot!" >Adjusting your arms, you pull her in for a hug, her head resting on your shoulder. >She hugs you a little tighter, sighing. >"N-never change…" >For another moment you just stay in each other's embraces, enjoying the warmth spread all around you. >Not to mention the warmth of still being in her. >After what seems like forever, but not long enough, you finally pull out of her. "Alright, well as much as I wouldn't mind doing this forever, I've still got things planned, and we're inside a public bathroom." >You feel her looking around. >"O-oh yeah, I kinda forgot about that." >Not a single drop spills out of her, despite the angle, and you set her on the counter again, next to the mess you caused. >She looks at it with a blush, then your shirt. >"H-heh, maybe we did get a little carried away." "You mean not carried away enough. I'll be honest the thought of someone hearing us was kind of exhilarating." >Buckling your pants up, you see her pupils widen a bit. >"I thought so t-too." >Trying to wipe the still wet parts of her cum off your shirt, you give her a smug grin. "One of these days we should try it in the park." >They widen even more, and her breathing clearly gets a little heavier. >"Y-yeah, th-that would be… y-yeah!" >You can't help but laugh at her reaction. >Always full of surprises. >You wash your hands, -merely because you touched the bathroom wall- and pick her up again. >Walking towards the door, she resumes hugging you just like before, but, you know, without having your dick in her. >"Wait, aren't you gonna clean that mess up?" "Well you said other ponies have already been here before, so let's show 'em who owns the place now, eh?" >Her heart thumps a little quicker. >What a cutie. >Opening the door, you quickly move on over to the register, up to the already blushing server pony standing there. "So, what's the damage?" >"Twenty b-bits, sir!" >You pay the thankfully-not-so-well-known mare and walk on back to the table, grabbing the container and drinks. >Passing the new cup of chocolate milk to your filly, and holding her rump with your arm, you're able to carry the box and drink a bit of your drink easily. >Though you're coffee's clearly cold, for good reason. >Wonder where Cherry went, anyways? >Doesn't get off for another few hours… >Probably a break or something, who knows. >But you make sure to leave extra bits for a tip anyways. >As you walk through the streets with your filly, you completely ignore all the looks going your way. >You kinda got used to ignoring them a while ago, but now that your filly's mentioned the comment about smells… >Well, you think they might just be looking at you for THAT, instead of, you know, being you. >…Shit, that might exactly be it. >You mean if ET was living in your neighborhood, you'd certainly get bored of staring at him after more than three years. >…Well, what's done is done, and you hope now that all these ponies can tell you totally screwed like animals. >She's your filly, and yours alone, just as you'll always be hers. >"So, what's the next step in your master plan?" >Cracking up like a big retard, she lets out a small giggle near your ear. "Crashing the carrotdog stand, with no survivors." >"Aw yiss!" >You walk down the street with her in tow, a destination in mind and a huge smile on your face. >But really, ever since you've met filly… >Well, you've always had a dumb smile on your face.
At the suggestion of Pinkie, you start the party off with a good game of Twister. In her own words, there's no better way to break the ice between a bunch of ponies than to have them rubbing their bodies against each other in the most awkward way possible. As it turns out, everything that is true about Twister as a human is true as a pony, and having four limbs changes nothing. Somewhere in the middle of it all, however, you learn from Cloudchaser that the game gets much more interesting when you play with just pegasi. After a few rounds taking turns with various subgroups of your party (because try as you might, it is impossible to play Twister with everypony in the house at once), you suggest to see exactly that.
So thus, you end up with everyone who isn't a pegasus sitting in a circle around the Twister mat watching Cloudchaser, Flitter, Thunderlane, and Blossom play by pegasus rules. As you'd imagine, this incorporates both wings, but also the tongue and tail. Despite being pushed into a number of awkward and compromising positions with Thunderlane, Blossom nevertheless never fails a turn, being able to contort herself into the weirdest ways. Indeed, at one point she even finds herself wrapping her entire body around the entire rest of the group, causing Flitter to immediately fall, followed by Cloudchaser a few turns later. Thunderlane is the last to fall, although not without taking advantage of one of the tongue rounds to "accidentally" lick Blossom. She does not take this well, and ends up "accidentally" knocking him off balance with her own ass. You make a note to never ever call her "thunder thighs" or anything similar, or you could just get crushed.
After a few more games to tire you out, you all take a break to enjoy the most delicious chocolate cake you've ever had - even better than what you've had on Earth. You make sure to pass on your compliments to the chefs.
Next is Truth or Dare. You wanted to have this before you break out the dance music, in hopes of maybe dancing with Cheerilee after Blossom breaks out her dare. Assuming, of course, that she doesn't freak out over it.
>>135186 On that note. I have been chatting with some 4Chan mods for /mlp/ we've been really making some groundbreaking conversation to get anonfilly back on over there.
SO in accordance with their desire for "family-friendly" content. I have made the doc and dropbox friendly for all ages.
>>135195 You need a collar to stay in line. Is that what you mean, little filly? You need a loving owner to make sure you do as you should, and reward you when you do good?
>>135209 N-nothing was just…curious… Do you have room for another filly?
>>135214 Tis but a flesh wound We can also use the blood to try a ritual to summon purpul too, everyone wins Lets just hope we dont get the Pink rapist
>>135208 this im not gay, but id totally be gay for filly or as the filly id do anything to please her, and if that means sucking the futa cock, then so be it j-just not butt stuff though
Sorry, no update today or tomorrow because Easter and the site's birthday festivities. I'll still give you an update on the second though, since I know how much you all like my material… about as much as the average green, I'd estimate. Point is, I'm going to be having fun with family and the rest of the site, and I suggest you all do at least one of those too!
>>135244 >not relying solely on cuddles instead of fire >not letting filly lie inside your shirt to warm you with her fluff while you watch the stars what a faggot, oop
>>135245 >about as much as the average green yeah, except it has fillies, which makes it infinitely better than the average green enjoy your holiday my faggot
I present to you all, my magnum opus! The long-awaited climactic conclusion to my green! >>133638 >"We've come to end the green." "What?" >"Don't you see? All of this around you, is merely a simulation. A world synthesized from millions of pixels. There's the big twist." "Twist? You speak as if this is some sort of story, filthy infidel." >"Ah, but it is. Even now, some skinny faggot with a bad haircut is typing away at his potato laptop, creating the world you see before you." "How do I know you're telling the truth?" >He smiles coldly. >"I'm actually Spike in disguise! That is the second twist!" >He pulls off his skin to reveal a purple dragon. "Woah, man. Next thing you're gonna tell me is that Luna and/or Celestia are actually gonna be in this green." >"Nah, to make them show up now would be a tad too cliche for this already bad sequence." "Fair, fair. Well, I guess you want to rape me now." >"Yep, that was very clearly always the ulterior motive." >And then they zip down you're pants and rape u. >It fells [retty good. >"Alright, I think that's about enough." "Yeah, probably. Some of them probably haven't even figured out that this is an April Fools Day joke yet." >"Weed, lmao." >And then the world imploded and everypony died. ~Fin.
>>135260 thanks for the idea >today marks the second year you've been in equestria. >you're currently on a camping trip with your only friends, anon, and, well, anon. >though one is a filly, and the other a man. >you however, also ended up a man. >your tall neet self, still ripe with all its imperfections. >guess that's why the filly fell head over heels for anon instead. >or, head over hooves, in this instance. >despite your own differences, you were a rather tight band of buddies in the beginning. >went to bars, chilled in the park, did outdoorsy things like this on a regular basis. >spent your time with each other every single day, never running out of things to talk or laugh about. >but these days… >well, you wish you could say it's not so different. >not that you minded them pairing together or anything. >you knew you didn't have the looks or the personality, and they seemed to agree with each other on more things than not, even if it was just simple stuff like favorite ice creams. >but now… >well, as you lie in your sleeping bag, and they're cuddling and sighing happily, you can't help but just feel… there. >gone from best friend to third wheel. >though they still treat you the same, it hasn't been since then. >little things, like moving their seats together and leaving a wider gap between you. >anon carrying her through doors and letting it close in your face. >talks about things they'll do at home and, obviously, things like this. >you just don't even feel like you matter to them anymore. >like you really are just here as a burden. >after all, you've heard it plenty of times… >all they need is each other. >you'd hoped for a long while that things would suddenly change. >maybe you could be the filly too, or you'd even find another filly who could stand to look at you. >since you've stood by them for so long, ponies don't even acknowledge your existence. >too busy staying with each other, to the point where they all just ignore you to give you space, and believe you three are inseparable, like some kind of high school clique. >as the days've gone by, you've started to take more days away from them. >they certainly didn't mind you being gone, even with your track record beforehand. >and you don't really blame them, either. >you see the trouble you're making just being here. >after a moment of staring at the star filled sky, you finally have enough of their loud, happy noises. >unzipping the sleeping bag, you stand up, getting looks from both of them. >"Hey uh, where you going?" "I'm just gonna go for a walk, tire myself out." >"Oh, okay, don't get hurt!" >"Yeah, be safe!" >you simply nod, then walk off into the trees. >right before hitting the treeline, you can hear them giggle. >probably about to fuck once you leave. >with your hands in your hoodie pockets, you just walk. >this forest is known for being unusually quiet, so you don't really have to worry about any predators. >so you just have time to gather your thoughts. >as your lonely virgin head faces the ground, the sound of crunching leaves and twigs is the only thing breaking the silence. >every thought that comes your way is the same. >it always is. >and it's never not sad. >your footsteps turn from crunching, to the gentle tapping of rock. >walking up, you find yourself on a cliff with a spectacular view. >here you can see the rest of the forest, all the trees and the rest of the land that spans beyond it. >you can see a side of canterlot and the mountain it rests on. >you can see the moon, gently perched above the city and illuminating the whole land in its glow. >slowly, you make your way to the edge, and sit, just taking a moment to enjoy it. >as your now lifeless eyes gaze up at the moon, you wonder where you went wrong. >you mean, you made it to equestria. >maybe if you hadn't stuck with them, you could've had a more fulfilling life. >met some ponies, found an important job or something. >not just, being here, living the same hell you did back on earth. >at this point, your ambition has all but diminished. >you tried and tried, but you failed every time. >and now you're here, living on the charity of the princesses, but not really living. >your eyes move downwards. >you really haven't felt THIS bad since you… >…would they even miss you? >sure, but for how long? >if all they need is each other, they'll have no trouble "dealing" with it together. >you don't talk to any ponies, so that's not a problem… >your eyes fall lower, and you kick your legs a little. >maybe there was an error in the master plan. >as it seems now, maybe you weren't meant to be here in the first place… >maybe… >your eyes face the trees, but stare past them. >'I don't need anything as long as I have you.' >'You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.' >'You're my life, I hope you know that.' >…but what does that make YOU? >slowly, you stand back up, staring at the drop below. >…nothing important. >moving back a little, you sprint towards the edge and jump off. >you'd never be important. >… >meanwhile, back in ponyville… >a small, green filly's train stops in the new town. >she had gotten word in manehattan that there were two 'huemens' here, and she was hoping to go and meet them. >if only it hadn't taken this long to get everything sorted. >she never did really fit in with the ponies. >adjusting her glasses, she takes once last glance at the reflection in her window. >a freckled face and shiny braces meet her. >she just hoped her looks wouldn't put them off or something.
>>135331 I detest this statement. You don't know of me, but I am, biologically speaking, the best filly. Hundreds of hours of research have gone into these breedable hips, supple nips, and frosted tips.
>>133704 >You outside the Oasis Inn, a nice-looking, two-story building painted a refreshing sky blue with white boardways and trim >By far the largest building in this small town >"Does it have a pool?" Anon asked "*sigh* I don't know Anon, let's go see." >"If it doesn't have a pool I don't wanna stay." "Well that's too bad." "…But I guess you've gotten over your fear of water?" >"Pffsh, I was never afraid… it was always too cold is all." "Mmm-hmmm." you said, swinging open the door >A young Pegasus receptionist sat behind a desk, reading a newspaper laid flat across the desk while her navy mane cascaded down her sky blue shoulders >She looked up and gave you too the 'minimum-wage employee' smile >"Does this place have a pool?" Anon asked, not even waiting for a 'hello' >"Uh, well, yes, in the back. But we haven't even opened it up, you're the first guests we've had in days." "That empty, huh?" >"I like it this time of year. Nice and quiet, I get to do crosswords." she giggled, "compared to summer, when we get so busy we sometimes run out of rooms." >"How long will it take to get ready?" >"Oh, about twenty minutes." >"I'm gonna go look at it!" Anon said, not even asking for permission before bolting out a door to the right "Be careful!" you yelled at her as the door slowly swung closed >You turned back to the cashier and flashed a brilliant smile "Room for one, please." >"A-are you sure? We have plenty-" >You pulled a substantial amount of bits out of your saddlebag and slid it across the desk "I'm afraid the rest of your rooms are being fumigated." >She looked down at the money in awe. It must be worth at least a week's salary to her. >poorfagsgetout.png >"Yes ma'am. Do you have any other preferences for your room?" "No." >"All right, you'll be staying in suite A-1. Here's your key." she said, handing over a small bronze key.
>>135348 what a bitch this twiggy never ceases to amaze me or is it just a clever ruse to force the filly to cuddle with her? still bitchy love your story, btw
>>135348 >Headlines >Anonymous whistleblower reveals Princess of Friendship getting a little too friendly with young foals at local inn. Princess Twilight, friendship princess or foal fiddler? You decide!
>>135348 >You levitate your key and carefully slide it into the doorknob >At the moment, Anon was running laps around the pool "Anon, come inside!" >"I only need another lap to make it 5!" >Anon had this thing with 5s >You were pretty sure it was Aspergait's >You pushed the door to your room in and entered >The shag carpet was comfortable underhoof, and a large window gave a great view of… >Well, nothing. >Most importantly, there was only one bed. >Anon stumbled in behind you, winded from her execise >Maybe you should install a pool at home just so she would go outside >But then again, she'd probably go out for a midnight swim and drown >"Alright Twi, I hope there's-" >Her face dropped a bit upon seeing the room >"Wait… there's only one bed." "Yeah, all the other rooms are being fumigated, they didn't think anypony would be coming. So we'll just have to share." >"…I'm gonna go double-check." "I'm gonna unpack. Don't run off anywhere." >Anon trotted back out the door, and you dumped both of your saddlebags onto the bed >Once you'd finished unloading your various possessions, Anon trudged in >"I'll sleep on the floor." she said indignantly "Nope." >"I don't wanna sleep with you. I'll take the floor." "You're not GETTING the floor. When you don't get a good night's sleep you get cranky, and floors aren't conducive for good sleeping" >"But I-" >Anon closed her mouth upon seeing your displeased-mama glare >She was gonna be the little spoon whether she liked it or not
>>132101 This thread passed bump limit 175 posts ago, is on page 3, and will slip to page 4. Can we make an anniversary edition thread soon? There are a lot more visitors to the board than normal and it would be a shame for everyone to think Anon filly is a dead thread
>>135548 I saw it, but I'm not sure if this is Anonfilly's anniversary either; maybe we shouldn't do an "anniversary edition" unless it actually is Anonfilly's anniversary and somebody can prove it