/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

>>138855
I claim this thread for alicorn filly
Long live the filly princess, saviour of purpuls

>>138855
An honest question from a lurker. What is filly more for, hugs or fugs?

>>138862
that's for (You) to decide
no two fillies are the same, and there will always be a filly to your anon

>>138862
This >>138863

For me, hugs. The love is more important to me. Fugs can be good but they need meaning behind them, from the hugs.

>>138867
Others can have anons if they want. I would like to be the filly with another filly.

>>138867
>implying every single anon is a contentfag
ok

>>138876
>Implying only contentfags can be anonfillies
I ve no idea when that was introduced, i thought everyone were able to become fillies thanks to purple and purple only

>>138878
Last thread's writefag pile brought it about…

>>138878
it was an old rule that anon brought back up, from our days back on /mlp/
if i could search without getting an error, you'd see it was agreed upon many times

>You sit in the grass, staring at the ground.
>Today was the day.
>It had been years since the incident.
>Since your little joyride with filly, your short trip for coffee ended up…
>You can't help but wince as another tear falls down your cheek.
>Today had been the day, you finally lost your support.
>The thought of her, just lying in that bed…
>It plagued your thoughts every single morning, all through the night, twenty four seven.
>Left you without a job, even the most basic of tasks became a hassle.
>You sold your house.
>You sold your belongings.
>You sold everything but your pictures, the clothes on your back, and your plan B.
>But in the end, well, it clearly wasn't enough.
>You run your hands through your messy, oily hair, surrounded by pictures of your once happy life.
>Your trip to the zoo, where she got to see pandas.
>The picture you'd snapped of her waking up in the morning.
>The birthdays you've shared, anniversaries…
>Dozens of memories, all capturing her gentle, smiling face.
>One that you hoped to see again one day.
>You pick up the first one you took.
>Your favorite.
>Her hooves hugging around your neck, a big, bright grin on her face with her cheek pressed against yours.
>Just staring at her face, you remember all the times you've seen her that same look.
>Your eyes linger on the picture for a moment, and you feel your hands shaking.
>Even once being an Anon, she was too pure for this world.
>So trusting, so full of life and loving.
>So damned perfect…
>It hurt knowing you couldn't be in Equestria with her, but you figured you could make it work.
>That even with the crumbling, depressed world all around you, you'd still be able to brighten it up together.
>And this is what you get, just for trying to be happy.
>The only thing that ever mattered to you, ripped away mercilessly, with just that shred of hope to keep you going.
>It's almost poetic.
>A dry, tired laugh leaves you, and slowly you place the photo on the ground before you.
>Reaching on your side, you grab the cold metal barrel sitting beside you.
>The loud sound it makes cycling a shell doesn't even make you flinch.
>How could it?
>You died a long time ago.
>You're just finishing what this world had started.
>Tired eyes staring into the barrel, you slowly lower your forehead onto it.
>Your gaze moves around all the pictures around you.
>All the happiness you'd once had.
>At least now…
>Well, you know you'll be able to see her again.
>Your finger tugs at the trigg-

reposting this gem so everyone can see it
insert smug filly

>>138888
Nice quads.
You monster.

>>138888
>>138888
You fucking faggot you stole my get. Give it back.

>>138893
no
but you can have this smug filly

>>138886
I love the coloration dude. Makes it look that much nicer.

>>138876
>>138878
>>138884
Doesn't that conflict with "(You) are the filly" and "the filly is (You)" though?

>>138898
not if you're making content

>>138900
but the average anon doesn't make content
anonfilly is supposed to simply be anon as a filly

>>138902
then change that
make a filly = be the filly

>>138900
What if I drew a filly one time. Does that qualify?

>>138904
yes

Hey guys, gto som steamin hot green for ya
>be fillu
>Fapping in basement
>door opens
>h shit it twilight
>twilite comes down stair
>twilite comes in filly
>Feelsalright.png
>Twilot leaves
>You lick ur pussy
>Peppermint.
>Pic related

>>138920
KEK Perfect ending.

>>138923
I'm taikng comisions…

>>138925
But you dont have to pay, im genrous. Frist thre are on me!!!

>>138925
I can *hug* you and give you this flower.

>>138925
A green about filly working at the local burger joint.

>>138925
Filly building a wall against purpul

>>138934
This

>>138932
>>138934
lic related
>Yu are burger filly
>lord of the burgers
>all of the fat horses come to you for delicious hay sandwich.
>of all of fat horses, twilit is fattest.
>she cumes in every day, eats five or six burger.
>If you weren't still a filly, you'd talk back to her
>but your a good poner
>one day while restocking fontain drinks she come over to filly
>'Hey, you work here?'
>dub bitch, you serve her burger every day.
'Yeah, heh.'
>'Follow me to gay bath house.'
>well, fillie's dont talk back to mare.
>You ho p on purple fat flanks and she gallops off into the sunset.
>ha, jk it's not that kind of movie.
>she takes you into her secret lair
>and by secret layer you mean giatn ass acstle.
>Taking you down to basement, she straps you down.
>You can feel the leather straps digging into your skin.
"Um, Twilight? I thought we were going to bathe?"
>"Silly foal, I need to get yu nice and dirty first."
>Licking her lips, she starts caressing your soft snatch.
>You moan, don't know what's up yet.
>You just wanted a warm bath with purple nurple.
>squezing yor mane, she gathers a big amount of grease
>begins to rub filly snatch with grease.
>you moan again
'twilit this dosent feel right'
>'Then I dont want to be right.'
>slides her hoof into filly snatch
>contraction
>your drooling all over fast food uniform nw.
'how it fit?!'
>'magic.'
>hoof continue stimulations until you cum.
>drop to the floor, panting slobbering mess.
>this is not the crusty crab.
-Din

>>138945
Filly smelled like burger. That was her downfall.

They're talking about us…
https://mlpol.net/qa/res/4165.html

>>138953
Suggest some drawings, faggots.

>>138974
A filly who got a hind leg stuck high up and is upside down calling for someone to help

An Anonfilly riding her trusty (other Anon)filly steed

>>138974
are you saying to do yourself, or in the thread?
if you're self id kinda like to see a minimalist thing somehow, so it doesn't show off that much autism, but i'm not sure what

>>138975
>>138976
I meant to say to suggest existent drawings to the shirt or something, but thanks for the ideas.

Test.

>>138979
Whew, glad I'm not OP this time around. Dodged that bullet.

>>138920
Shitposts don't count for filly admission.

>>138978
These two would look nice.

>>138978
I like the idea of the filly faic, and since i dont have anything to add i didnt post anything
Not sure what else you want

>>138983
>filly face
Edit something with this pic-1

>>138982
A bunch of fillies would be nice too

>>138981
Rood.

>>138984
Wrong hue, the other one is the drawfag, but i guess i can edit too
You mean for the shirt?
If so i suppose he wanted yall to talk the ideas there

>>138988
I'm the drawfag hue quoted without flag, because yes.
Anybody can edit my dude.

>>138988
>>138991
H-how many hues do we have?

>>138991
No, i was just telling him that i could edit the request since he replied to me, even thought im not you and edits are usually asked to drawfags i think, wasnt asking for permission
Thanks for giving it anyway

>>138992
Two.

>>138992
"More than you can ever expe-"
>>138994
>"2"
"Fuck you filly, REEEEEEEEE"
>"No you, REEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

Im the writefag, he s the drawfag, both only posted as anons so far

>>138995
If you want to be able to be told apart, post with a name fag

Take my trips and let me be the filly!

>>138998
Sure, same goes for all you americans, besides the flag we or at least I dont want a name stuck to every single post made, also
>Being a contentless namefag
Maybe when i deliver something, but surely not when making normal posts
But then again, its one drawfag and one writefag, its not like we can be mixed up when delivering

>>138999
Noic, beware of purpul thou

>>138984
Hows this?

>>139011
>>Being a contentless namefag
>Maybe when i deliver something, but surely not when making normal posts

A reminder that only content fags get to be fillies. Write something more if it was you that did that addition to the colab green, Brazilanon.

>B-but I'm bad tho
We'll help. We've got plenty of writefags and drawfags to give you the advice you need to get better.

The above goes for all of you filly posters.

>>138998
>post with a name fag
If you want constant circlejerk just use a discord. This is a Chan.

>>139021
I did a few already, including a ponk and anonfilly green a bit after we moved, and did a lot of one-shots during and about the move, I just got little time with uni going on right now

As promised, I bring a new update and didn't waste too much time on bad videos! Where we last left off in the last thread, Anonymous was off to school again after half a week of changelings and fun. Can he survive the mild boredom and make it to Friday, or will he falter under the pressure and do something he might regret? Find out RIGHT FUCKING NOW!

>You make it to the school house not too long before the bell rings, and you find your usual seat to be unoccupied
>Good, you won't have to worry about those seated near you being fags or something
>Not that you'd be able to tell though, seeing as how everypony's staring at you
>What, can't a filly go missing for 3 days and come back with a broken nose without everyone getting in his business?
>Apparently not
>You're not used to being stared at, and you have no way to get the collective eyes of about 20 different 12-year-olds off of you consistently
>This puts you in a predicament
>Not seeing many other options, you decide to just shut down externally
>Filly.exe is no longer needed at this time, you'll reopen the program when something important is coming
>As such, you don't even notice Cheerilee starting class by welcoming you back
>She follows up by asking how you are, but since you don't reply, she eventually just moves on to the lesson
>About halfway through math is when you decide to finally pick your head back up, thinking that the worst of it was over
>It doesn't stay up for very long though, this particular lesson is particularly boring
>Graphs, mostly simple ones at that
>Oh well, you don't necessarily need to stay awake here
>You try to drift off to sleep, but you're not able to for reasons you don't know
>Maybe it's because you aren't tired?
>That's probably it, actually
>Rip
>You instead decide to zone out and force your mind elsewhere
>How long will it be until your nose is fixed?
>Maybe it would fix itself if you underwent another transformation spell?
>Is that even how it works?
>Magic is not your strong point
>Wait, if the transformation spell won't work and you'll just have to wait the 2-3 weeks for it to heal, then what happens if you accelerate time?
>No, that's another bad idea
>Your perception of the world around you would be the only thing to change, it would still be 2-3 weeks to you
>Well, at least your brain is still working in some way
>It would be something to ask Twilight about, at the very least
>Maybe she could actually give you some answers about this, too
>Twilight is probably the best source of all this information you have, you might as well use it
>You can't do that now, but you can definitely do it when you get back
>Eventually, the bell for recess rings and you join the crowd of foals all going outside for some fresh air
>You're drawn over to your bench, and a flash of sadness comes over you as you remember that Emerald isn't here with you to enjoy the view
>This sadness is short lived as you remember that she has much more important things to be doing right now
>So you sit on the bench in some corner of the playground, observing the others playing over towards the center and all the actual play equipment
>Also, nopony's bothering you about your face
>That's nice, you never were an attention whore
>Enjoying the relative silence and the warm sun on your face, you lean back into a more human-esque position with your back against the back of the bench and close your eyes
>You're not expecting to fall asleep, just trying to catch a mental breath
>You've had an interesting few days pass, maybe something boring will be a nice change of pace
>This relaxation is short-lived as you hear a particularly obnoxious set of three come near you
>You open one eye a bit to see that it is indeed the crusaders
>They're the worst crusaders you've ever met, they can't even retake Jerusalem OR Constantinople!
>You aren't able to stop yourself from groaning as they get closer and you begin to hear snippets of their conversation
>It seems to be something of good intention, but didn't your relative unresponsiveness do enough last time to make them lose interest in you?
>Apparently not, to your disappointment
>You open both of your eyes to see that they've stopped a distance away from you and seem to be deciding on who should actually go up and talk to you
>You can tell that they're talking about you because every once in a while one of them will look over at you before saying something else
"If you've got something to say, then say it. Recess doesn't last forever, and I imagine Cheerilee isn't going to appreciate interruptions in class."
>All three of them look over as you say this and end up going into a game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who's going over
>Wow, you must have done something impressive to make them this nervous to talk to you
>Oh right, you made Diamond Tiara piss herself that one time
>That would do it

>>139035

>The game ends with Scootaloo losing, and she's the one who goes over to talk to you
>She stops a few feet in front of you and looks like she's trying to figure out exactly what to say
>This is going to take the rest of recess if you don't give her some help
"Good morning, Scootaloo. Are you here to say something on behalf of your friends?"
>You also drop the look of slight annoyance, hoping that will help her out
>"Yeah, uh… I don't know if you know this, but my friends' sisters are friends of Twilight, and they told us about what happened, and how you were gone for the past few days. We just wanted to know if there was anything we could do to help you."
>How thoughtful!
"It's fine, I'm back and okay for the most part; I appreciate the concern, though."
>This seems to put her more at ease, and Scootaloo visibly brightens from her previous look of anxiety
>"Okay. Do you mind if I ask what happened to your nose, then?"
"I did something that quite literally blew up in my face, funnily enough."
>It's at this point that the bell rings
>Scootaloo turns back towards her friends and you get off the bench
>"Well, I guess we'll see you around!"
"Probably."
>After that final exchange, you both head back in with the crowd of others also trying to get inside
>The learning resumes and the next subject is science
>Not imagining today's lesson to be something interesting, you pull out your phone and start playing a game
>This holds your attention until the end of the lesson, upon which history starts
>It's stuff that you should be paying attention to, but you really can't stop your mind from wandering again
>"King Charlemane did…"
>How was there a Holy Roman Empire when Jesus never existed here?
>"In response, this…"
>Wow, any Earth ruler would've been shafted for doing something like that
>"As a result, a war…"
>Medieval wars aren't interesting, get on with the tanks and machine guns!
>You still manage to get a basic idea of everything that you need to know, but the commentary you gave in your head was much more interesting
>You also end up checking your bag to see if you have anything for lunch
>You've already forgotten if you brought food, and you don't want to skip lunch
>Your eating habits are fucked enough as it is ever since Twilight came to 'rescue' you from Chrysalis
>When you look inside the bag, you noticed that you did pack yourself something
>A whole, raw carrot
>Not the worst thing you've ever eaten, but you're still just a bit disappointed
>Could you have packed something a bit better?
>Oh well
>Hey, you haven't turned in those papers yet, either
>You need to do that at some point
>Probably at lunch or something
>Yeah, that's a good idea
>The lesson ends and the lunch bell rings, and you grab your papers to bring them up to Cheerilee
"Here's the stuff Twilight had me do."
>Cheerilee looks up from the other papers on her desk at you and the papers you're holding
>"Thank you, and I also have a question."
"Go ahead."

>>139036

>"Do you know where Emerald is? You were the only one who was that close to her and she hasn't showed up this week."
"She had to go home and deal with some family stuff. I'm not sure when she'll be back, but I know she's fine."
>"I hope it's nothing too bad."
"Don't worry, she's got it under control. Anyway, I've got a raw carrot with my name on it, and I'm pretty hungry."
>"Alright, go eat your lunch and I'll have this graded by the end of the day."
>That's exactly what you do, too
>You head over to your bench with your carrot and eat it
>It's not too bad, either
>Note to self, a raw carrot is a suitable snack/meal
>Your lunch goes relatively uninterrupted, too
>It's the relaxing break you wanted
>Well, until the bell rings to go back inside
>Today's writing assignment is about what you want to do when you grow up
>You want to be an engineer, but that's not exactly an option here
>Option number 2 it is, then!
>What is option 2?
>Fuck
>Well, let's see if you can't pull this out of your ass too
>A few minutes of craptastic writing later, you hand in your assignment and get back to writing your experiences here
>It's been so long, where did you even leave off?
>You look in your bag at the stack of papers detailing your adventures to find that you left off at monday morning of last week
>You thought you were behind before…
>Not wasting time, you start bulleting everything and get through events much faster while still keeping the general idea of what happened
>This tactic brings you up to meeting Emerald before the bell rings and others start piling out
>You pack up your own stuff, collect your graded assignments from Ms. Cheerilee and go home

Fucking dammit I hate doing this, but I really don't want to force myself to write a mediocre update tonight. I like operating on a nightly schedule, but I think it might be time to reconsider so I don't let you all down. So take a comfy filly I haven't seen posted in a while and suck it up :^)
Thanks for not hating me for this shit.

Time for the recap!

Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G

>You are Anon, the latest of a select few humans to be transported to Equestria and turned into a filly.
>A little over two weeks ago, you woke up in Canterlot Castle with no idea how you got there.
>Within your first few days, you managed to thwart a changeling plot against Twilight Velvet and Princess Cadance, and now you and the whole family are laying low in Ponyville until Princess Celestia manages to deal with the problem.
>While in Ponyville, you've managed to make quite a hooffull of friends, enough to throw a party to celebrate having gotten your cutie mark just before you arrived.
>You are now surrounded by a crowd of worried ponies after a stunt involving a chandalier and gravity has left you with two sprained back hooves.

>>139041

Update when creativity strikes you. If you have to take some short breaks, do so. Maybe draw up an outline of past events and planned future events. Twilight loves an organized filly. And if filly isn't organized, it gets the hose again.

Lonely filly hours.

>>139054
I'm still up, don't worry.

>>139054
Why can't I have stars and natural light at night like that where I live?

>>139037
Calling it now, filly accidentally wrote a job that also doesnt exist innaquestria

>>139054
Don't worry bb.
I gotchu'

I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.

>>139077

Okay, now the thread can officially begin.

So how long would you last until Stockholm Syndrome kicked in?

"Twilight, Twilight, Twilight… why would I ever reschedule a Calvinball game?"

>"Well, I mean your legs. You're not exactly in a position to be running around."

"It's Calvinball. You remember reading Calvin and Hobbes, right? The rules are made up as you go along. You just can't play the game the same way twice. And in what universe am I going to have to play like this a second time? So say we make a rule around this. Like… ponies have to walk around on their front hooves. Or we could play piggyback."

>"Hmm… I'll do you one better. Everypony, pick a partner, we're gonna make this interesting."

Your friends quickly pair up: Flitter with Cloudchaser, Twilight with you, Applejack with Big Mac, Caramel with Carrot Top, Rarity with Noteworthy, Cheerilee with Cherry Blossom, and Blossomforth with Pinkie Pie. Thunderlane is left as the odd one out until Cadance steps in and decides to partner with him.

>"Alright, we're gonna start this off like a normal game of kickball, with a twist: everypony will be required to walk around with their partner in a wheelbarrow fashion. Front pony walks around on their front hooves, back pony holds the front ponies hind legs and walks around on their own hind legs. Like so:"

Twilight lifts you up so that you are standing on your forehooves. She makes sure to be careful with your sprained hooves, so you're pretty sure this'll work.

>"Front pony is responsible for kicking the ball. Any other rules we'll make up as we go. Any questions?"

Pinkie Pie raises a hoof.

^"Ooh, ooh! Are there any rules on what rules we can make up?"

>>139100
Memes aside.
I believe most of us would stay strong and resist it for a long while.
But some who are psychologically fragile might given in quickly. Whereas some might give in to the mother-daughter role for survival purposes. Pretending more or less to survive.

>Implying Twilight wouldn't break your mind easily with a spell at the beginning.

>>139100
Last?

>>139100

If I had to deal with Lone15's Twilight, I would fake being receptive to her, and then murder her in cold blood when she least expects it. Fuck anyone who thinks they have control over me.

>>139104
You're gonna be her daughteru sooner or later. It's just a matter of time until you break under psychological pressure and memetic attack.

>>139106
I wonder if Twilight can even be killed, since she s now an alicorn and all

>>139117
What I meant was what lasting? I'd roll over immediately

>>139138
Well, while alicorns don't seem to age degeneratively (if Celestia and Luna are any example) there's no real evidence of them being indestructible.
They could be like Norse gods: they don't age, but violence, pestilence, or poisons of the right magnitude might be able to damage them.

she had to behave better

>>139139
damn it, i want to grab the filly's rump

>>139162
Stupid little filly, that's what recovery software is for.

She should try deleting System32, that'll work much better.

>>139162
The Recycle Bin contains all the hidden porn.
Glim Glam will be so mad!

>>136394 →

Repasta prompt from old thread for new writefilles to get in on it.

>meanwhile, innaquestria
>*pop*
>you land flat on your face, putting your hands out to fruitlessly stop you from your fall
>landing in grass, you can only groan as you push yourself up
>looking around at your surroundings, you're immediately hit with two other things
>a group of other people around you, on the ground and getting themselves up too
>and in front of you
>a whole fuckin group of green, black maned little fillies
>their eyes range from different colors, and on top of their sizes, their races is what sets some apart from others
>but if their coats weren't enough, their ass tattoos say everything that was needed to
>as they stand up themselves, they begin to stop and stare at you guys, just as you all are staring at them
>for a moment, there seems to be silence, aside from the frequent, "Holy shit I'm in equestria," and "Holy shit I'm a filly!"
>you stand just a few inches forward, being in the middle of the group of anons
"So… are you guys actually Anonfillies?"
>the pegasus filly before you looks at herself for a second, and you hear, "Naw we're fucking niggers," in the background
"L-like, ACTUAL anons turned filly?"
>she nods, then smiles
>"How many namefags are there?"
>"-I thought you only became the filly by making content?"
>"Yeah, so that'd mean all of them, then."
>"Wew."
"Who're you?"
>she suddenly shies off
>"W-well, I-"
>"-Ey, is Lockheart here!"
>you see a filly hoof raise in the back
>the anons and the fillies are starting to move a little closer out of curiosity
>"Hey hey, what about Assfaggot?"
>this tiny filly in the front raises her hoof
>names are spouted out from all the anons, and you notice filly after filly raising their hooves to their questions
>of course though, there's a few that aren't called out
>though they do look a little sad, they're still clearly happy to be the filly
>you made a stick figure filly man, why couldn't YOU be there?
>"All Nighter there?"
>another filly raises her hoof
>content with the slow pace that things are going at, you practically jump when the anon springs from the crowd
>before your mind can even process what's going on before you, he goes after the filly that raised her hoof and picks her up
>"HOH MAN I'M GONNA LOVE YOU SO HARD YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!"
>"OH GOD IT'S YOU! NO PLEASE, SOMEONE KILL ME! KILL ME! KILL MEEE!"
>he runs off with her, towards the small town of ponyville you can see in the distance
>slowly, the anons and fillies look back at each other
>riled up by the outburst, the anons are suddenly looking a little more confident
>some of the fillies back up a little bit, and you hear a small, "I-I'm not gay!" in the back
>another anon jumps up and grabs a filly
>"I GOT SMOLDIX!"
>"H-HEY, PUT ME DOWN! NO, FAGGOT! AAAAAAHHHHHH-"
>another one down
>the fillies now back up quicker, as the anons advance
>huddling up together, you then just watch as they move into a tighter group
>"-EVERYFILLY FOR THEMSELVES!"
>the anons move after and start grabbing filly after filly, calling their names out as they go
>"OH ASSFAGGOT, YOU'RE GONNA BE MY ASSFAGGOT NOW!"
>"LIKE HELL I WILL YOU FUCK!"
>"I GOT REUBEN!"
>"I DIDN'T GET A PHD FOR THIS SHIT FUCK OFF!"
>"PLACEHOLDER'S MINE!"
>"YOU BETTER GIVE ME GOOD TENDIES FOR THIS SHIT!"
>"SKITTER!"
>"REEEEEEEEE-"
>"Oh CountryRoads, your pics gave me so many ideas~"
>"W-what?"
>you watch as the anons frantically scatter around, grabbing fillies left and right
>some pegasus fillies manage to get away, others are stuck fruitlessly flapping their wings in another anon's arms
>horn heads trying to magic their way out, earth ponies just sprinting the fuck out of there
>lots of rees, squeaks and screams
>you notice a small pile of fillies that haven't moved, just sitting there and watching the carnage unfold like you are
>slowly, you lock eyes with one of them
>stepping up to the group, she watches you curiously while you move up
"…Lone fifteen?"
>a small smile spreads across her face, and you hold your arms out
>she jumps into your embrace, and you casually walk on over, past the now thinning riots of anons and fillies
>she snuggles into you and sighs, hugging you a little tighter
>"Th-thanks…"
>you tighten your own grip in response, and walk through the grass with a smile on your face
"Anytime, m'filly."

>>139192
Link the Google docs so they see the whole timeline.

I want to be the filly and cuddle with another filly

>>139037
I really appreciate your updates man. I don't always say it out loud but I do love em and I know I'm not the only one. Thank you man, and don't feel bad about taking days off, you deserve it.

>>139101
No rules, just know that your enemy can retaliate to whatever unfair rules you come up with. [ 1d100 = 64 ] what I said to Placeholder applies to you too Reuben and Lone15 and ASSFAGGOT and everyone who takes the time to produce content for this thread. Always remember that you are appreciated <3

>>139037
>>139213
this
i really love *all* the writefags here, and yes i actually read everyone's so i'm not just saying that and, sometimes i just forget to reply to them. i really hope that none of the writefags here actually feel underappreciated, because you guys feel more like family than family to me, and because i'd be really sad if one of you fillies left

>>139276
That's gay. Y-ou too, fag. I really can understate how much I love all of you. You make this gay earth less gay. Or more gay. I-If you want too that is.


>inb4 I fuck these spoilers.

>>139213
>>139276
Thanks, it means alot. I have a fuckton of exams and assignments for the rest of the month though, so don't expect much in the way of content. I'll try my best, and at least you have all these other great writefags producing content.

>>139318
>Raising the expectations
I can't deal, m8!

>>139319
>implying you're not a great writefag
nigger whut?

>>139319
Only needs more abuse, Twiggy getting her friends and gangraping filly for fun when? ^:)

>>139318
thats fine mate
just like all nighter, even if he doesnt green that much, its just great seeing he's still around!

>>139101
Rules on that would defeat the purpose, no? [ 1d100 = 7 ]

>>139318
You are wonderful. Knock 'em dead.

>>138321 →
Not dead, yet.
"Something large came through last night, I assume you know t-that much…"
>"Mmhm. I don't assume you saw what it was, did you?"
"I've been under here ever since it woke me up. Didn't exactly sleep that well either…"
>You rub a bit of the sleep from your eyes and yawn.
>You're glad you moved all of that shit into the floor, as Twilight is looking under the bed at you and possibly down your snatch.
>"You should probably go ahead and get up. I made you some pancakes."
>She gives you a smile that actually imitates genuinity this time.
>Fuck it, you're hungry and you haven't had anything since that Éclair with League yesterday.
>Needless to say, you're pretty fucking starving.
>Twilight leads your groggy ass to the kitchen by hoof, as you drift off to sleep a couple of times mid-trot.
>What you could really use is some coffee.
>You hop up onto the chair, gazing in awe at the stack of treats that awaits you.
>Six golden-brown flapjacks piled one on top of the other, with a river of syrup and a pat of butter the size of your snoot.
>You just look over at her in awe as she takes in a deep breath.
>You tentatively slip out your tongue, tasting for any potentially bitter chemicals mixed into the slurry of dairy and maple.
>Nothing.
>With a lack of utensils provided, you stuff your face into the damn thing, gorging yourself.
>Somehow it tastes even better than it looks, though you're not sure how that's possible.
>You manage to polish off about half of it before you're completely stuffed.
>You gently push the plate away, looking up at Twilight with gratitude in your eyes.
>She averts your gaze.
>"Anon…"
"Yeah?"
>"I'm sorry."
>Input action.

>>139378
Feign forgiveness and draw it back immediately. She's not the only one who can be manipulative.

Wait, she didn't call you Clover?
[ 1d100 = 56 ]

>>139378
get really suspicious and ask her what's going on
[ 1d100 = 13 ]

>>139011
>pics
Put some meme phrase under it and its done.
Too bad isn't t-shirt with sublimation stamps.

>>139213
>>139276
Thank you my dudes, it means quite a bit. I think I might actually have to change to a more irregular schedule anyway because writing good filler fucking sucks. It's worth it for all of you though, and I'm not letting this story die until I've finished it and put it to rest myself! Stay tuned, keep posted, all that good stuff, and most importantly, keep being the lovable faggots that convinced me to try doing something creative for once.

Rolled 16
>>139380
Could be a sign of her admitting your humanity, probably intentionally as part of her 9k mindgames.


Ask her for what.

>>139235
Thank fuck mine isn't in there, that mean's i'm not a writefag anymore and can get away with not updating ever again!

>>139101

"Rules about making rules? That would defeat the point of Calvinball! There will be no such rules about what rules can be made up. Just be aware that your opponent can retaliate with equally ridiculous rules."

^"That sounds a little confusing…"

"Just make it up as you go. There's no wrong way to play Calvinball."

^"Oh, okay!"

And so you head outside with a ton of sports equipment, and set up a makeshift kickball field. The first few innings go fairly normal… if you could count the pony equivalent of a three legged race mixed with hoofball to be normal. After a while, things get a little weird, however. Cloudchaser is the first to make up a new rule: since the bases are frisbees, teams can either hit the ball or move a base by throwing it. Then after another inning, Pinkie Pie makes up a rule allowing a pony to run from second base to home without touching the third base, but only if they cartwheel the way through. And they still have to maintain the two-pony form. Needless to say, this does not end up happening very often, but Pinkie and Blossomforth managed to pull it off twice. They tried for a third time, but Pinkie ended up tripping over Blossom's wing.

A few more odd rules get tossed around for the sake of being tossed around, like letting players throw bases at other players to get them out. Another rule subsequently allows players to catch the base in their teeth to not only not get out, but also end up being safe at that base. The result is that today's game of Calvinball ends up resembling a mish-mash of Frisbee and kickball. But at least it's fun. And when the game is over, you're all exhausted. Unfortunately, this is also when most ponies have to go home.

In the end, you're left with Twilight, Blossomforth, and Pinkie Pie (who has nothing better to do, and also nowhere to stay for the night). The party is basically over, and the sun starting to dip down over the horizon. What will you do?

>>139449
Go camping in your backyard as an excuse to keep lying in the grass and look at the stars.
[ 1d100 = 35 ]

>>139449
We have any Vodka left? MOSCOW MULES FOR ALL, БЛЯТЬ

>>139452
Forgot roll [ 1d100 = 49 ]

>>139378
Stay alert, but let her explain.
"For what?" [ 1d100 = 40 ]

>>139451
Backing this up, let's go camping. [ 1d100 = 71 ]

>>139436
Oh no you don’t. First thing I do when I get back to my pc is going to be adding your portion to the doc. If you want access, email me.

>>139378
stare at the plate in horror, knowing there's a good chance that that shit was poisoned regardless
[ 1d100 = 67 ]

>>139386
>It's worth it for all of you though
aww, y-you too…

>>139378
>>139381
This, but you gotta really ham it up.
[ 1d100 = 4 ]

>>139473
ree why do you use that pic you fag, it's grey on her horse puss

>>139473
>>139491
I see 0 difference between the two

>>139494
Look at the lower half of the labia, where the fluids are dripping from
also the saturation is different

>>139494
>>139497
and the blush
australia confirmed to be blind as shit and/or retarded

I guess i should come to terms that i ll never be able to drawfag, sure i dont have any touch pads and made this attempt with a mouse, but even 2 extra weeks of editing couldnt save it from being shitty
Editing and colouring stuff is alright, but drawfagging from scratch…at the very least i learnt a bunch of stuff for when i go to edit or animate other stuff

Have a bonus colour edit of >Mfw this abomination
Just gonna leave the drawfagging for the other hue from now on

>>139382
I cant really think on anything that could be decent myself, but if any of yall have any ideas for what to write here… >>139011

>>139534
Drawing takes forever if you're new dude. And there are Intuous tablets that are like $70 (but I recommend the 3D one, ~150, it's what I use)

>>139534
>i should come to terms that i ll never be able to drawfag
mate we all have to start somewhere, mouse is hard as shit, but to also know what to edit, you have to research how pones work a little extensively. after that, practice makes perfect
you could always be our next pencil drawfag!

>>139544
Cute!

Follow-up where filly asks to sleep with her?

>>139560
i dunno, probably never
i wish

>>139560
>Follow-up where filly asks to sleep with her?
I reckon this preexisting pic mostly fits the bill

>>139573
obligatory

>>139576
THIS IS NOT "OBLIGATORY"
DELET THIS
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>138857
>ywn have a filly present herself to you and call herself your filly
why live, man…

>>139577
NO U

recolor

>>139610
holy fucking shit anon i love you
oh my god, fucking saved so hard

>>139608
What, this one?
It was just a playdate, can't a filly have more friends than just (You)?
inb4 ban for roleplay

>>139610
This makes my penis become the big penis.

>>139534
Decided to colour it properly after getting back, instead of the lazy colouring i did before
Though i kinda like that effect of the old one, it kinda lets down when you see it full size imo
So much colour spillage, had to do a quick fix on that
>Ib4 there will be something that ill only notice after posting, again

Just take this sad filly already and make sure she feels better okay?

>>139534
Keep at it, anon. It can take a lot of time and work, but you can improve. Drawing with a mouse really does suck, though. I'd recommend getting a drawing tablet if you'd like to draw.

Some pointers for next time:
The body shape looks pretty good, but the legs are way too thin. Take a look at some references to get a feel for how big the hooves should be. Make sure the legs taper a little as they go up to the body.
The neck seems a bit long, but the face isn't too bad.

Overall, it's actually pretty good for a beginner drawing with a mouse.

>>139610
Very nice

>>139542
>>139544
>>139658
Thanks for the words and pointers, really wasnt planning on doing anything from scratch again after that, but will keep an open mind if a simple enough idea comes to mind for me to try

>>139656
I really want to hug that filly and comfort her and make sure she feels better

>>139666
S-satan please, filly a pure

>>139610
>>139613
>>139655
>>139659
This is a recolor btw. Don't give me too much credit.

>>139573
>>139576
Eh, I wanted a third-person with Twilight. But I guess im getting picky.

>>139669
Shit, I was worried about that but it didn't look like there were any edit artifacts.

>>139685
no edit artifacts because it's traced

>>139664
Dude just draw on a notepad and scan it or something. Literally anything is better than drawing with a mouse, and quitting because you can't draw with a mouse is kind of retarded, tbh. The only thing that you can do with a mouse is vector shit.

>>139573
>Foamy plush
G O O D T A S T E
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>>139698
that was ripped off derpibooru to show the other anon it was taken off derpi
i wish i was that talented

>>139674
I don't think that's being too picky; if a drawfag wants to make it happen I'd be glad to see it too
A pic of Anonfilly asking to sleep with Twi because of a nightmare is different enough than a pic of Anonfilly asking to sleep with the viewer imo

Gentlemen and Fillies, I present more content! Where we last left off (>>139037), Anon had just finished his first day of school since coming back to ponyville. He has also started trying to relax before Friday comes since that's when the plot picks back up, but We'll see how well he can do that. He also piled up a few questions to ask Twilight, and we might get answers to those soon! But, only time (and I) will tell, so back to the story!

>Your journey back to the castle isn't eventful
>Actually, you did see a dog
>That might not count as eventful, but it's the first dog you've seen since you got here
>How did ponies even domesticate dogs and cats?
>The only reason humans had them around was because they fed off of the discarded bits humans didn't eat
>What happened to bring them to ponykind's side?
>Another question to ask Twilight, then
>Just gonna throw that on the pile…
>How big is this pile, anyway?
>Are there any questions you meant to ask but forgot about?
>Possibly, but it's not like you can remember them to ask her
>Well, now that you're here, it may just be a good time to ask everything on your mind
>You open the door and announce your return
"Twilight, I'm back and I have a few questions to ask while I remember them!"
>However, the only thing you hear in response is Spike calling down from somewhere
>"Twilight's still out, sorry! I might be able to help answer your questions, though!"
>Can he help?
>Well, he might be able to input about the question of 'how did dogs happen', but probably not for anything else
"It's mostly magic stuff and hard science, can you answer that?!"
>There's a pause before you get your answer
>"Yeah, I can't help with that! I'm in the library, want to continue the conversation there so we aren't shouting across the castle?!"
"Sure, just give me a second to put away my stuff!"
>You go up to your room to put away your stuff, stopping momentarily to say hi to your Aryanne and Hitler plushes
>You get no response from either of them, but you've never expected one before and you aren't going to start now
>After a little while longer, you find Spike right where he said he was and occupying a chair
"I'm here, now what?"
>"Uh… I don't actually know. Was there anything left to say?"
"Not that I know of…"
>A silence descends upon the room, but you break it fairly quickly
"Wanna do something to help kill time?"
>"Sure, any ideas?"
>Not really
>At least none that you really think he'd be okay with
"As a matter of fact, no. How about you?"
>Spike ponders this for a little while before coming to the same conclusion
>"I don't have any either."
>Huh
>That didn't accomplish anything
>Well, all that's left is to just wait for Twilight then
>There's no reason that you can't do that here with Spike anyway, you just need to get something to entertain yourself
"Be right back, I'm gonna go get something."
>Spike nods and returns his attention to a nearby book as you exit the room
>You head back to your room to grab your phone off the charger and head back to the library once the object of your attention is secured
>Now back in the library with Spike, you take a chair of your own and start looking through some old memes you had saved
>it's some pretty old stuff, but it's good
>Reminds you of home
>Reminds you of your home board, too
>All those nazis and horsefuckers, it's truly a magical place
>Of course, you don't let any of your emotions show for fear of drawing the babby dragon over to you
>You'll get home eventually, anyway
>Looking at old pictures gets uninteresting after a while, so you decide to move on to some games
>It's not your computer or an actual console, but your phone still has the capacity to kill time with vidya
>You fuck around in a few different games, accomplishing nothing in any of them except for one where you level up a character that you haven't touched in months
>Eventually, you get bored of the available vidya too
>Rip
>Now what?

>>139715

>You can't watch videos because there's no internet
>You can't do anything interesting in the lab because Twilight's not here
>You can't jack off because you don't have a dick
>You can read, though
>Nah, reading's for nerds
>You do come to another idea, though
"Hey Spike, do you know where I can find some paper?"
>He looks up from his book with a quizzical expression
>"What's the paper for?"
>Well, you can probably tell him if you doctor the reasoning a bit
"I like writing down my life. It also helps me remember certain things when I need to."
>"Don't they make diaries for that stuff?"
"Diaries run out of space, that doesn't happen with a big enough pile of paper. Also, I'm not too partial to filly things if you haven't caught on."
>Spike shrugs before getting up
>"I'll show you where it is, follow me."
>You follow Spike down the stairs and through a few hallways until you both come to a door
>He opens the door to reveal a supply closet full of all sorts of stuff
>Paper, cleaning supplies, ink, and even some tools for general maintenance
>You pull down a stack of papers that are tied together and bring it back to the library with Spike
>When you both get there, you realize that you don't have a pencil
>At least you know where yours is
"Hold on to this for me, I'm gonna get my pencil."
>You go back to your room quickly to grab your pencil, finding it inside some corner of your school bag
>You also take this opportunity to organize the sizeable pile of already written material in your bag and move it into one of the drawers in your bedside table
>That'll keep it safe
>Pencil in hoof, you head back into the library to see that Spike put the paper down on a table for you before going back to reading
"Thanks."
>Spike looks up for long enough to give you a thumbs-up before going back to reading
>You, however, sit down at the table and start writing from where you left off
>Let's see, you had just met Emerald
>Okay, you know where you are!
>You write for a solid hour and make it to the point where Emerald comes over to hang out with your new bullet point tactic before Twilight gets back
>You know that Twilight's back because she called up to you and Spike, too
>"Sorry I took so long, I'm back with some stuff!"
>Oh boy, stuff?
>You and Spike both head downstairs to greet Twilight and see exactly what stuff she has
>When you both get down to her, you see that she has a bag held in her magic
"Welcome home, how are ya?"
>"I'm alright. Spike, how are you? And Anon, how's your nose?"
>"Pretty good, I picked up a new book to read from the library."
"I'm managing. What's in the bag?"
>"Some stuff that you asked me for."
>Twilight puts the bag down in front of you and lets you see what's inside
>A small bottle and something blue
>The bottle has some pills and a piece of paper in it
>"That's the pain medication. Take one before bed and with water every night, there are enough in there to last for two weeks."
>That just leaves the blue thing
>You pull it out of the bag to find that it's actually folded fabric
>After unfolding it, you see exactly what it is
>It's a new shirt!

>>139716

>It also looks amazingly close to your old one, but there's a very crucial difference
>Instead of a basic polyester tag that says 'Made in China', there's a small white patch inside the collar that reads 'Carousel Boutique'
>You feel yourself grin, and Twilight definitely sees that
>"I'm glad you like it. I had to call in that favor after all, but Rarity was happy that it was something simple to do instead of her usual orders."
"Tell her I said thanks, this is pretty cool!"
>You waste no more time and put the shirt on
>It's a bit roomy, but it also fits better than your previous shirt too
>Maybe because it was actually designed for a pony and not a person?
"Hey Spike, how do I look?"
>"You look good, but then again, you're wearing something Rarity made. Of course that'll make you look good!"
>Even when his waifu isn't here, Spike still finds a way to be a kissass to her
>You roll your eyes at his answer before moving on to some other pressing matters
>The carrot you ate for lunch has been digested, leaving you hungry
"Hey, what's for dinner?"
>You ask to no one in particular
>Twilight answers your question, though
>"I was thinking about pasta, are you two fine with that?"
>You look at Spike who also looks at you, you both nod, and you both look back to Twilight and continue nodding
>"Alright, I'll go make dinner. Anon, go put those pills somewhere where you'll remember to take them and go put your shirt away; I don't think it would be a good idea to stain it right off the bat with tomato sauce."
>You go do exactly that and come back downstairs to find Twilight nearly done with the pasta and Spike setting the table
>You take a spot and wait patiently for the spagoot since it's still not done
>Your patience is rewarded in about a minute with fresh spagoot, and you take some along with Twilight and Spike
>You remember to eat like a civilized being too, no shoveling pasta into your face
>After you all are done, you head off to the library to collect your phone and the paper you grabbed
>You bring all the aforementioned items along with your pencil back to your room and put them away properly
>Phone goes on the charger, paper goes in your bag, green material goes in the drawer
>After you finish doing that, you head back down to the common area to find Purple and Spike
>It's a bit early to go to bed, after all
>That hasn't stopped you before, but you're also not tired
>Have you actually done the impossible and caught up on your sleep?
>That would be pretty cool if you have, it's been a while since you've gotten a reasonable amount of sleep at a reasonable time and not felt like complete shit upon waking up
>When you get down to it, you find both of them playing cards
"What's the game?"
>"Oh, I thought you went to bed!"
"I'm actually not immediately tired, for once. Pretty cool, right?"
>"It's Go Fish, wanna join?"
"Sure, I might as well."
>You spend a while playing cards with Spike and Twilight until you actually start feeling tired
>When you finally feel yourself breaking down past the point of no return, you bid them both good night and head back up to your room
>As soon as you're under the covers and through saying goodnight to your plushes, you remember something
>You never asked Twilight those questions
>Shit
>. . .

>>139717
kek, i forgot she forgot to ask the questions. id be a shitty filly
gud update mate!

Just some half-decent work before I crash. Twi is a shit, change my mind.
>You eye the plate suspiciously.
"What for, exactly?"
>"Why do you have to make this so difficult…"
"Did you just call me An-"
>"Just shut the fuck up for one second!"
>She's clearly angry, but it doesn't seem like it's been directed at you intentionally.
"Deep breaths."
>Instead of ignoring you, she actually takes her own advice from a few minutes ago.
>"Alright. Look, what happened with Spike wasn't your fault. I'm sorry that I blamed you for that. I'm sorry that I hospitalized you, I'm sorry about yesterday with the coffee…"
>She starts sniffling a bit.
>"And I'm sorry that I spiked your pancakes with an insomnia potion."
>You look at her in pure horror as you begin to feel the effects.
>The last thing you feel before losing consciousness is the top of the stack of pancakes.
>Fuckin' Purp-
>…
>It's not like last time.
>Floating in front of you are five buttons.
1. 'Delve'
2. 'Reminisce'
3. 'Common dreamscape (lucid)'
4. 'Common dreamscape (today's selection)'
5. 'Surprise me.'
>Input action.

>>139735
Fuuuck forgot link
>>139378

>>139735
Wait for Luna to come find you. It works in my story, why not in any other?
[ 1d100 = 22 ]

>>139735
Delve.
[ 1d100 = 79 ]

>>139735
delve, lets see how deep the rabbit hole goes!
[ 1d100 = 97 ]

>>139449

"Alright girls, I'm bored and exhausted. How about we go camping?"

Twilight raises an eyebrow.

>"A bit late to be heading out, don't you think?"

"Nah, I'm not talking about heading into the woods or anything, just like… set up a campfire in our backyard. Lay down and watch the stars, roast some smores and such."

>"Could be fun. Don't know how the other Ponyville residents will feel about us lighting fires within city limits, but at least we're on the edge of the town."

"Twilight, maybe one or two thousand ponies live here, tops. I don't think they're going to be that strict."

She shrugs.

>"Alright, guess I'll get some firewood."

Pinkie Pie brings you, Twilight, and Blossom into a surprise group hug.

^"This is going to be so much fun. You know, I've got a tent, do you think we could have a sleepover?"

>>139747
that sounds like a dope idea
[ 1d100 = 12 ]

Did anyone here actually care to notify Harvey about the move? I know he popped up out of nowhere in a now dead map thread on /mlp/.

>>139749
i asked about that but nobody responded
i would've done it in a heartbeat if i didnt have a fucking static ip and no cell phone service

>>139747
Make a sarcastic joke to the line of that you were planning on putting everyone on a raft and whoever shifted in her sleep would fall into the river.
[ 1d100 = 18 ]

>>139664
If and when you do decide to keep trying.
Just remember everyone starts out new, but you'll eventually get there.
It's corny to say, but it's true.
A person doesn't walk into a cockpit a become a pilot instantly, nor does a person who sketches as a hobby become a full-fledged artist

>>139735
>insomnia potion
that means you can't sleep you dumb cunt

>>139754
actually insomnia's a mix of not being able to stay asleep and feeling like shit because of it, usually making you sleep more as a result
dumb cunt

>>139754
Medication that helps you deal with insomnia is also known colloquially as insomnia medication, fuckin' snag gobbler.

>>139758
A VPN wont hide you covering your ass Lone you cheeky coon, if you didn't try to write smart and proceed to fuck up in the proccess , you would've just said "Sleeping potion" you fuckin dropkick

>>139759
>Implying VPN
You are a fuckwit.

Who even needs context anyways

What the fuck even is this thread

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 /mlp/ 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 /mlp/ 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

>>139759
The program I use when I´m fucking around with a VPN doesn´t even have Australia as a region. Regardless, a potion to treat insomnia, just as medication to treat insomnia is known as insomnia medication, medication to treat depression and anxiety is known as depression/anxiety medication…
I really don’t see the problem here. Thanks for covering my ass while I was sleeping by the way, other Aussie-friend.
As far as I am aware, there have always been at least two aussies here, as I recall two different ids responding to posts back when we had em,’ so you’re probably just confused in general. Get well soon.

>>139802
Hey fuck you, porn and masturbation ain't never hurt nobody.

>>139823
I disagree being addicted to something that can eventually consume your life isn't a good thing. However, anonfilly is cute so there are other reasons to be here.

>>139436
There, finally got around to it. Thanks for reminding me with the banter, whichever one of the two you are.

What badges would Filly earn as a Filly Scout?

>>139973
Faggotry.

>>139979
That's adorable, nice work

Good filly c:


>>139980
small tweak, cus I derped earlier

>>139981
Saved so hard I broke my mouse.

>>139973
-Shitposting
-Writing (In a weird second-person format)
-Drawing (Hentai)
-Cuddling
-Horseback Riding

+10 to whoever finds it first
>Hardmode: find it using only the thumbnail

>>139998
That s a dark puss
Already know so wont spoil

>>139998
Oh.
Oh no.
Good shit btw

>>139747

"Psh, nah. I was planning on having us all fall asleep on a raft in the river so that whoever shifted around in their sleep would fall into the water."

^"Well that doesn't sound very fun."

"I'm joking. Of course we can have a sleepover in your tent."

Pinkie smiles. You spend the next half hour or so joking around with her and Blossom as Twilight scavenges for firewood. A little while in, Mama Velvet stops by to check up on you. You tell her about your plans to camp out for the night, and she says it's alright as long as you keep the fire from being too close to the tree. Fortunately, it is indeed on the edge of town, so you have plenty of room to camp out.

Twilight returns soon enough with a bundle of dry sticks, plus some marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate from inside the house. You each grab a stick for roasting marshmallows, and the rest are placed into a hastily constructed fire pit made with magic. Back in your younger days as a Boy Scout, you would have considered this cheating. Now, you're pretty sure all of the fun in camping comes from being outside with a bunch of friends. Fuck doing everything the hard way.

The darkness of night comes soon enough, and as you make your way through the bag of marshmallows eating smore after smore, you cannot help but gaze up at the moon, dotted with the face of who you're pretty sure is Princess Luna. You start to wonder about a few things. Will you ever get to meet her, or will you leave this world before she manages to make it back? Is she lonely up there? Does she ever get bored? Or does she even experience the passing of time at all?

You pass some of these questions off to your companions, whose responses are mixed. Twilight hopes to not have to face off against a returned Nightmare Moon herself, at least not without the Elements of Harmony - though you're not sure how those would be obtained, given that many of the events of the show have become impossible with her arrival in Ponyville this early. Blossom seems a bit more optimistic, thinking that maybe she could make Nightmare Moon not so evil by introducing her to slumber parties. Pinkie Pie has no idea what the hell any of you are talking about, but likes Blossom's idea.

As the night gets darker and colder, you soon retire into Pinkie Pie's tent, which she somehow managed to store in her tail. You're pretty sure that thing qualifies as a bag of holding, but you say nothing of it. The tent itself is a rather tight fit, but you manage to fit all four of you inside, with yourself sandwiched between Twilight and Blossom. Kept warm by your shared body heat, you slowly drift off to sleep…

. . .

You are in a black void. A familiar voice beckons to you, but you cannot place a name on it.

<"Ajna. Ajna, are you there? Have you succeeded in your quest?"

>>139998

Find what, the filly hanging from the gallows?

>>140008
Roll [ 1d20 = 15 ] to attack the darkness
[ 1d100 = 56 ]

>>140008
who the fuck is anja?
[ 1d100 = 4 ]

>>139981
This is adorable!
Great work Smoldix!

>>140008
"New phone, who dis?" [ 1d100 = 67 ]

>>140008
Call out "Master, I am almost complete. I just need a little more time."
[ 1d100 = 20 ]

>>140008

You look around to try and find where the voice is coming from, but can find nothing but the void. You can see your own hooves, so there must be some sort of light, but you can't exactly see where it is. The world around you is featureless and black. You decide to answer back into the void.

"New pone, who dis?"

<"So Ajna has succeeded. In that case, I will answer all of your questions in just a moment. But first, enlighten me. Who are you?"

>>139981
this is fucking amazing, but it also makes me sad
>ywn pet the filly
>ywn be the filly being petted
why live?

>>140026
I'm Me?

>>140026
[ 1d100 = 68 ]
who wants to know?

>>140037
And an hour later he realises he forgot to roll
[ 1d100 = 88 ]

>>140026
I'm the one who knocks [ 1d100 = 96 ]

>>140026
You're Billy Mays and you have a hot new product!

>>140026
It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is our plan. [ 1d100 = 53 ]

>>140026

"Who am I? I'm the one who knocks."

<"Cute. You're hesitant to give out your name. Is that why ponies call you Anonymous? Or, no wait, you shortened it to just Anon, didn't you? I don't think I'll bother asking if that is your real name or just another pseudonym."

You stay silent. It's entirely possible this is all just a dream, but it feels way too realistic. To your knowledge, only Luna can enter ponies' dreams, but she's trapped on the moon right now, and moreover, this voice doesn't sound like her. In any case, if all of this is real, you don't want to be showing all of your cards to a complete stranger that has the ability to enter your dreams.

<"Perhaps you're wondering how I learned that bit of information. Well…"

The black void is replaced in its entirety with the scenery of a downtown Manehatten shop. It is filled with miscellaneous knick knacks that you're pretty sure may have been bartered for at one point, and seem to have no common theme to suggest the nature of the shop, other than that it sells almost anything. There is a strong scent of incense in the air. A familiar pony walks into the shop - Lyra.

You try to interact with her to see what's up, but as it appears, the scene before you is more like a movie seen through another pony's eyes. You watch as Lyra asks the shopkeeper for something nice but inexpensive she could send to her friend from Canterlot as a souvenir. The shopkeeper, whose memories you seem to be inhabiting, responds by asking a few questions about you.

<"How would you describe your friend?"

>"Hmm… fun loving, and kind of mysterious. In a good way though."

<"And what does she look like?"

>"Uh, sort of a light green coat, black hair, green eyes."

<"Interesting, and what is her name?"

>"Anon."

<"One moment."

The shop keeper walks out of the room and up a flight of stairs into a hallway that you're pretty sure is full of ponies' living quarters. She opens one of the doors into a room that feels eerily familiar, takes a snowglobe off a desk, and brings it back downstairs, hoofing it over to Lyra.

<"Something tells me she'll like this."

>"Seems cool enough."

A few bits exchange hooves and Lyra heads out the door, with the snow globe in a bag. The memory ends after this, and you return to the black void. Two ponies stand before you. One is an Earth pony with a deep indigo coat and sky blue eyes whom you would presume to be the shop keeper, though you could only see her coat from the memory. The other pony, however, appears to be… yourself?

<"My name is Sahasrara, and this beautiful little filly standing next to me is Ajna, my daughter."

>>140158
You mind explaining why we're in your daughter's body, buddy? [ 1d100 = 15 ]

>>140158
Why did you have to end up inhabiting a pony pajeet's body? Is this some retarded form of reincarnation in the Equestrian version of Hinduism?
[ 1d100 = 96 ]

>>137824 →
>>137874 →

>in the alternate universe in which purple does not rape little fillies;
>are filly
>fuck where are you
>last you knew you were browsing the fine threads of mlpol
>now your head feels like a damn mess
>and you're surely not where you just were a minute ago
>in your bedroom shitposting about leafs
>no, you're in a field of flowers and grass, surrounded by trees
>in one direction you think you see some signs of life and civilization
>so after a moment of reconsidering everything you thought was true, you make your way towards the town
>hoping that the population there was not against.. wait
>you're a goddamn green filly
>what the fuck did you take last night?!
>it's hard to remember
>you do know however that you're no goddamn filly
>you're a human with a life and dreams
>hopes..
>what is going on??
>you stop in your trek towards the town as you reflect on everything you've known
>horses do not think
>and they are certainly not green
>what the fuck are you
>you take another look at yourself and once more see your green coat and dark grey mane and tail
>what the fuck is this timeline?
>men became cartoon fillies?!
>you're about to break down in despair
>you however spot a yellow horse in the distance
>better not create a bad impression on this dude who looks like your (fucked up) species
>you crouch down like a predator watching its prey
>thank fuck you weren't some edgy shitter with a black and red colour scheme
>that yellow horse seems to just walk around doin whatever
>you continue observing
>soon enough she turns towards the field in which you were hiding
>fuck fuck fuck she coming closer
>you make yourself as small as possible
>"oh, what do we have here?"
>oh my fucking god
>something pokes your back
>"oh.. hello there, I didn't see you. What's your name?
>fuck shit dammit god fucking hell ass niggers have to curse me
"uhh. Anon…"

back again
seriously tho i've been trying to think of a good story for you but everytime I try to think of something I come up with fucking nothing.. IDK? shit's fucked. not going to give up just yet tho >:D

>>140170
Shit, we're a currypony. At least we use the loo, right? Was this ever discussed?

>>140343
Are you actually drunk? This seems too easy to read.

>>140343
Good shit, we need more Fluttermom.