/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

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Filly is for impregnation.

>>148443
not by a shitty colt

>>148444
Trips confirm.

>>148444
Correct, filly needs a real stallion to give her fillies. ^:)

>>148444
Humans and fillies are genetically incompatible. Colts or stallions must be involved.

>>148447
humans and ponies are only incompatible if you're gay

>>148446
Anons make Anons, faggot.
>>148447
>Having this little imagination for a world where magic is just a thing that just fucking exists

>>148448
But isn't filly always gay?

>>148450
filly may be gay, but Anon isn't.

>>148449
He's not wrong, ponies would have an order of magnitude more base pairs than humans would just to accommodate all the color variations they can be.

>>148452
While I'd agree with you in any other scenario, this is the land of magical talking horses. If I want to believe that I can be fucked by a fellow Anon and bear cute fluffy little faggots, nothing is stopping me.

I didn't manage to say this last thread, but Nore, this is the cutest shit I've seen in a long time. Your art is impressive, you must be very proud.

>>148456
Thanks! I'm trying my best

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>Be Anonfilly
>You were surprised that you could actually walk, considering how many many pancakes you ate
>Twilight had been real pushy on making sure "a growing filly" got what she deemed a suitable amount
>She liked watching you eat, peering over at you with every bite
>This time she was actually eating a fruit salad, rather than obsessively watching you.
>It was still a lot of rotations due to the massive amount of breakfast
>You didn't complain at the time
>Those pancakes were the shit
>Now you wish you had
"Can't I go lay down?" you asked for the umpteenth time, hoping Twilight would say yes
>Maybe you could even head back to the castle, promising not to perform any shenanigans
>Whether you would actually honor that promise was up in the air
>"No Anon, I might need your help."
"You're a literal demigoddess. How the he… heck will I be useful?"
>"You never know." she brushed your question off.
"Uuuuuuuugh." you whined loudly
>"Do you want me to carry you?" she asked with an equal amount of annoyance and hope
>Ugh, the jostling would be too much
"No, I'm fine." you answered with little conviction.
>"Well, let's pick up the pace. I'm the one carrying everything." she said, her saddlebags full of expeditionary equipment, research tools, and extra water
>Probably was using magic to make them lighter or some shit
"Where are we even going?"
>"We're just gonna check out some stuff out of town."
"Can't we just teleport?"
>"I have to make sure we don't miss anything. This is really important."
>Apparently everything she did was super-important, the narcissist
>"Now, what are the rules again?"
"Don't drink the water. Don't eat anything. Stay close to you."
>She turns and rubs the top of your head with a hoof
>"Such a smart little filly."
>The compliment made you surprisingly happy.
>Due to your filly instincts, over course.

>>148464
>One thing everyone forgets: deserts can turn into dry forests real fast
>You followed Twilight's form silently, alone in your thoughts as the two of you weaved between thin, gray, and numerous trees, struggling against the moderate slope
>Your looked mindlessly at the path ahead, with only Twilight's swaying rump breaking the monotony, occasionally getting a peek of her marebits when she flicked her tail
>How did she not have a BF yet?
>Oh, right, because of you.
>mishiefmanaged.png
>God, this was so boring
>Thankfully, overhead branches were abundant, helping to block out some of the oppressive sunlight
"Can we stop for a bit?" you whined, legs growing weary from the hike
>"Just a little bit further, up until I find a good place to stop."
>You lifted your head to look around
>Twisted trees and dry earth surrounded you in all directions, with shrubbery blocking much of your field of vision
>You could hear large river to your right, and a gurgling stream closeby to your left
>On and on, for nearly ten minutes, until Twilight found a riverside spot fairly devoid of trees
>You didn't even bother to question why she picked this spot, you just flopped onto your hindquarters, eager for some relief
>Purple gently placed her saddlebags onto the ground, then pulled out test tubes, sticks of Ph testing paper, and several devices you couldn't discern
>While she filled up a pair of beakers with river water, you noticed three things about the river:
>It was slow-moving at this junction
>It was at a bend, noticable by some miniscule white crystals similar to salt caking the outside of the curve
>Afterwards, the river split into many narrow streams, each zigzagging down the vast hill in different directions, with one larger than the others by a wide margin
>You reminisced on what you knew about rivers, from 12 years of formal science education and 52 episodes of The Magic School Bus
>Not much, all of your education was based on the sea
>Erosion sanded and broke up rocks into bits as they flowed downriver
>Salmon went upstream to breed
>Cumming on kids is okay if they're temporarily fish eggs and you're an automobile
>Just thinking to yourself, listening to the flow of water, gushing downhill in a torrent, the sound of waves lapping against dirt and rock, splashing noises echoing-
>Fuck.
>You needed to pee.

>>148405 →
God i wish that were me

>>148411 →
With the frankly frustrating wake-up call of your failed trip to the potty, you go on to have breakfast and get ready to head out with Twilight Sparkle to the farmer's market. The meal got you going a lot more than you suspected it would, especially without coffee - it seems as though pastries really energize a pony who's so reliant on carbs. That or you're just like a preteen again, hopped up on that chocolate chip muffin…that's actually a likely possibility.

As you shop, you watch ponies go about their business as usual. While the bookworm isn't a princess in this timeline, she seems quite well known as a bearer of the Element of Magic. The filly in tow - that is to say, you - catches some interest, most ponies remarking that last time they saw Twilight escorting a green filly, she had no horn. For now you leave them be.

"HEY! Happy belated birthday!" You squeak out in surprise, literally falling right on your face in the dirt road as the ball of pink fluff breaches not only your personal space but your eardrums.

"JESUS, you can't have been welcome at a hospital or nursing home at any point in your life." Your breath takes a moment to stabilize as you pick yourself up and shake any dirt off your mane. You turn toward the pink mare, your perturbed frown disappearing as she presents a shiny dark-chocolate cupcake with green sprinkles on it. "I…oh! Uh, thanks.." You take the cupcake in one hoof before sitting on your haunches to peel the paper off one side.

"No problem! Pinkie never misses a special day, and I learned over the last year that twitchy tail, scratchy tongue, and scrunchy filly snoots are a sign of somepony surviving their first day in Ponyville!" Despite knowing this pony indirectly, that absurdly specific fortune telling leaves you quite literally speechless.

"I…uh…" Boop. The mare's hoof…actually pushes…you can't even articulate thoughts internally anymore.

"Soooo, what's your name? Is it Anonny like the last fillies'? Something tells me it iiiiiis~"

It takes a few seconds of sitting in place for anypony to intervene - thankfully Twilight takes notice of the visible confusion on your face, and she lifts you and your confection up off the ground and onto her back. While you're not a toddler, it's good that your weight doesn't overencumber the unicorn.

"Pinkie, I know you mean well but try to be careful. These fillies aren't going to be receptive to your….bombastic personality only one night after dying, reviving, transporting, and transforming."

As Pinkie lets out a soft 'awww,' you finally gain your thoughts back, sitting up with your front hooves resting on Twi's upper neck. "I…yeah. Sorry Ponka. Thanks for the cupcake, and you know I'm happy to do something sometime with you! Just, not too sure I'm ready for fireworks and fanfare."

To your utter shock, she actually nods gently in affirmation, circling around Twilight to scoop you up into a hug. "Alright Nonny, I can be a little slower for little fillies like you." Nonny? Slower? 'like you?' Is she teasing!? Your face glows a tomato-red at the remarks, voice cracking as you jump to justify yourself even whilst in her embrace.

"Now hold on, I'm like thirty years old, you just threw me off gua-"

"Irregardless! Whether it's a celebration for all of Ponyville, or a tea party between the two of us, you're getting a party real soon, okie dokie Loki?" She relaxes the hug enough for you to escape, but you end up just relaxing chest-to-chest for the moment.

"Ahhh, alright. But only because you're just such a sweetie."

"I'm not Sweetie, I'm Pinkie Pie!"

Your giggling fit lasts nearly a full minute as Twilight and Pinkie exchange chuckles to each other and say their goodbyes. As soon as it wears off, you feel a bit of a sick feeling in your gut, only intensified as you pick your cupcake up and start walking again.

"Don't, like…tell anybody I laughed so hard at that, okay? It's hard to be stoic with her face around."

"Oh, don't be a stick in theud. You're cute, just embrace it and you'll be a lot happier."

Those words stay in your mind for the next ten minutes, your indignant blush slowly fading away as you relax your nerves.

You probably should just enjoy the ride and take things with good humor. Though, something tells you that bratty attempt at stoicism might be more filly than man…

>>148500
Cute!

>>148500
>Resting on Twi's upper neck
>pick your cupcake up and start walking again
>enjoy the ride

Did she get off then back on?

>>148521
Enjoy the ride as in take being the filly in your stride.


Maybe I should have said that instead, idioms are kind of pointless sometimes.

>>148544
>2018
>Writing idioms and metaphors n shiet
>Not just shitposting
lmao newfag
Just memeing, gj faget

>But actually getting off and not just riding her all day
Do you even love your momfu?

>>148564
Holy shit how have I not seen that picture before. Fuckin' saved.

Also of course I love her. But I'm trying to get into a certain headspace here: anonfilly's in that position without her input, and while that twiggle horse was definitely a good cuddle buddy, she's still got the mind of an adult who's tried to do an adult for nearly a decade. She'll warm up to accepting the cutesiness and everything, don't you worry.

That being said, pic related got me thinking while I've been working: what if anonfilly is like purgatory, and after escaping that and being adopted or otherwise learning to accept your new poni life, you change colors or other characteristics on top of being able to age again? Just more spitballed ideas, nothing concrete here.

rap at the glass surface somewhat hard in order to hopefully make some noise and alert someone as to your predicament.

[ 1d100 = 71 ]

>>148577
>instead of getting a cutie mark, anons get to become real poners
I now want a mini Twilight to follow me around and act as my conscience.

>>148577
>you change colors or other characteristics on top of being able to age again?
b-but i want to stay the cute little anonfilly

>>148585
It's okay nonny, you can stay normal as long as you stay youthful and innocent see: immature forever.

Jokes aside that's kind of what I found interesting about anonfilly from the start: the idea of bing nameless and faceless, and the effects that it would have on pony society's cohesion and trust.

/faggoty nerd talk

>>148590
If you've got hands that can make such a noise, then perhaps you should see about punching or bucking that piece of wood. Either your pain receptors are completely numbed, or you're really damn strong to make such high-pitched dinks on that orb thing without feeling any pain in your knuckles.
[ 1d100 = 89 ]

Okay, time for recap.

Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G

>You are Anon Filly, a cute green filly who used to be a human.
>Around three weeks ago, you were zapped out of your home in Texas and woke up in Canterlot castle.
>After some shenanigans in Canterlot involving changelings, you now live together with Twilight's family and Cadance in Ponyville.
>Things have been pretty good thus far, but recently you made a major fuckup: fooling around with Cadance on less than consenting terms.
>In your defense, you're not wholly in control of your actions.
>Pretty much all of your decisions on this world since day one have been decided by a couple of edgelords back on Earth playing dice with your fate, as if it's some sort of game.
>You're right now being interrogated by Twilight, who wants to speak in person with the people controlling you.

There's so much new content!
How am I ever going to catch up with it all?!

"Why are you restraining our toy? Dance for us! We have absolute control over this pony's will and body, and they are both easily replaced."

Twilight sits down on the bed and ponders your choice of words. She holds her chin in a hoof and gazes into your eyes for a few long, yet silent minutes until suddenly, you see a slight smile crack upon her face.

>"You're bored, aren't you? You control a single pony's actions, but you're otherwise powerless in this world. Anon may be replaceable, but the rest of this world isn't. And you're still limited by whatever pony you do control anyways. Cadance may be rather weak-willed, but you're powerless against me both physically and mentally, which is why you don't try anything. Is that about right?

>>148598
Don't listen to that idiot, he's just trying, and failing, to be funny. The dice are fickle, and usually not in favor of those of us who are more level headed. The restraint is not for anyone else's protection, it's for Anon's until we can get our shit in order. Christ, the fourth wall is just, like, gone now. [ 1d100 = 9 ]

Rolled 78
>>148598
Boosing >>148599, also mention that the first voice that suggested this got a 9 out of hundred

>>148598
Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension. I am Anonymous!
[ 1d100 = 68 ]

>>148590
Make retarded WEE WOO sounds like Patrick Star.
[ 1d100 = 34 ]

>>148598
"You are an interesting creature, trying to make sense of a nonsensical world. You believe you can change the course of an entire civilization by virtue of your position, but, alas, you're simply a highly eccentric secondary character. Like so many others, you will have plots of success and misfortune, celebration and tragedy, struggle and lethargy.
Are you truly ready for all the challenges this world has to offer?"
[ 1d100 = 42 ]

>>148590
>>148592
>The thought crosses your mind that you should try punching the wood you're staring at.
>Like before though, you can't even see your arms move towards it, much less actually get them to reach high enough.
>Still, there is one still strange thing about whatever you're trapped in: your lack of feeling and/or pain.
>You were too focused on making noise before to notice it then, but you weren't exactly getting hurt, despite hitting what was basically a solid wall repeatedly.
>Slowly, you position your arm back, preparing to strike.
>With as much force as you can, you slam your hand into your side.
>Donk!
>…Well, there is a slight stinging sensation, but it's definitely less than what you were expecting.
>However, as you pull your arm away, only some of the sensation moves.
>For a second, you would have sworn that you could feel that in your side.
>The sting is already gone by now, though, so you can only guess that you were just feeling some kind of weird aftershock.
>You would check more, but something else is bugging you.
>Your hands, and perhaps your feet as well.
>You didn't feel anything particularly unnatural in your "what can move" test, but you weren't exactly expecting limbs that were both missing and painless.
>That's right, painless.
>Your palms are still here, but no fingers, thumbs, or even toes.
>It's not like they're just responsive, either.
>No matter how you rub your hands against the glass or your feet against the seemingly wooden floor below you, it's as if they've been replaced by flat stumps.
>What does that makes you then, if as far as you can tell, your limbs have been replaced with multi-jointed, flexible glass cups?
>…
>In the midst of your wondering, a sound that you didn't make pierces through the still air of whatever room you're in.
>The slow, chilling sound of old, tight hinges squeaking as whatever they're attached to gets pushed open.
>Did someone open the door?
>Did they hear you, after all?
>clip-clop clip-clop, clip-clop clip-clip…
>The sound of footsteps, possibly from two or three people at once, fill the room alongside and eerie orange glow.
>Is that candle-light?
>clip-clop clip-clop, clip-clop clip-clop,
>The noise is nearing you now, Mystery Person now walking across the room.
>The light glows brighter, more whiter as they approach.
>clip-clop clip-clip.
>Finally, he or she comes to a stop.
>Without warning, something soft and warm wraps itself around the midsection of your glass prison, before pulling you upwards and outwards with ease.
>As you rise, you can catch a glimpse of the shelf you were apprently on, right next to a variety of alchoholic beverages from brands you don't recognise.
>What you see next is, well… it's the face of the one who's lifting you up, that much is certain at least.
>It has a purple face, cartoonishly large magenta eyes, and almost goopy-looking hairstyle of the same color as it's eyes.
>It's head is also vaguely horse shaped, with a stubby muzzle and pointed ears at the top corners.
>It's looking at you with a look of utter confusion, one that probably watches your own.
>Just… what…?
>Input action

>>148606
"M-mommy?"
[ 1d100 = 45 ]

>>148606
"A-Are you my mommy?"
>Preferably not >pic related

>>148606

>>148607
>>148608

>At best, it was some kind of subconcious response, one born from instincts that you hadn't realized you still have.
>At worst, you really are in the midst of some kind of delusional coma, forced to witness events that you can't actually comprehend.
>At the absolute worst, these events are real and you'll have to find a way to deal with them anyways.
"A-Are you my M-Mommy?"
>You don't know why you said that.
>You don't know what even made you think to say that.
>Either way, it makes the horse monster thing jump straight into the air, making a loud and feminine "EEK!"
>For some reason, this causes your world to start rolling right around you as you seemingly float in the air.
>Oh wait, she just threw you into the air and now you're about to fall to your death.
>Time starts to slow around you, the light of the newcomer's lantern making the hard, wooden floor very visible to you.
>You consider trying to break your fall with your arms, but if you can't even see them, there's no way they'll be able to stop you from breaking your neck.
>Your life flashes before your eyes, memories of your family and past, happy life flooding through your mind just before you feel the intense pain of-
>Oh wait she caught you.
>…
>She caught you?
>You let out a deep gasp of air, quickly followed by deep, rapid breathing.
>You feel nauseous from the spinning, and your neck feels dry from all the screaming that you apparently did.
>With the way she caught you, you're once again looking directly at her exhausted, still slightly panicked face.
>"Phew, that was a close one, But… I did hear that, right…? I'm not crazy…?"
>If you knew the answer yourself, you would have given her one by now.
>Input action.

That'll have to be it for today. I'll be looking to do some more tomorrow.

>>148612
"Who am I?"
[ 1d100 = 72 ]

>>148612
"I-I don't know how I got here… it was just instinctive… I think I used to be something else, maybe we should get that checked out…"
[ 1d100 = 61 ]

>>148626
That's a lot of dicks.

Compensating for something?

>>148626
holy mother of god those fucking braces

you're making it really hard to keep my stuff platonic with all this fetish fuel

>>148626
Toppest of unfs

>>148626
W-wew…

>>148626
>Heart eyes
She has embraced being the filly.

>>148626
YES.

>>148626
I just realized that hearths are flared horsecocks.

>>148620
Boosting.
[ 1d100 = 75 ]

>>148599
Also boosting.
[ 1d100 = 39 ]

>be anon
>go to Equestria as anonfilly
>wake up surrounded by other anonfillies
>turns out that everyone that wanted to be the filly got their wish
>not even limited to content creators
>fucking everyone
>literally thousands to millions of anonfillies
>there’s a whole settlement of them
>reviled by most of ponykind because a bunch of earlier anonfillies did some fucked up shit
>settlement is collapsing because none of you actually know how to government
What would you do?

>>148642
Have all anonfillies learn to dance, remake Thriller video.

>>148642
Start up a Soylent Green factory.

>>148626
Needs more dicks.

>>148642
Become pirates

>you knock on the front door
>glance one last time at your armor
>spear still pointy
>and most importantly, you're still cute as fuck
>can't tell, but you just know
>soon enough, the front door opens
>some stallion dude wearing dorky glasses
>he eyes the spear immediately, gets nervous, then follows it down to you
>then it's just confusion
>"U-uh… can I help you, little filly?"
"I'm not a little filly, I'm an official Equestrian Guard, sir! And I'm here because you're suspected to be a first degree filly fiddler!"
>his eyes quickly glance at the spaces behind you
>"W-what, no I'm not!"
"Oh, really, now? So you're telling me you wouldn't get hard at all if I sucked you off?!"
>"Wh-what?"
"Get inside your house you filthy fucker, right now!"
>you jab your spear a little towards him, pushing him inside and going in after him
>catching the door with a hind leg, you close it after yourself, leaving this stallion dude just staring at you all confused and scared
"Lie on that goddamned couch or I'll make you minced meat!"
>you can't help but giggle a little after that
>it's ridiculous how easy it is to intimidate with the right tactics
>and you're pretty sure the laughing just made him even more scared
>but whatever, you read his face already, there's no doubt about it
>but this time, christ, you need it
>letting the spear drop, you run towards him and jump onto him
>being a filly, it really doesn't do much, but the extra weight of your armor does push him down some
>wasting no time, you spin around, resting your rump on his chest and using your hooves on that floppy thing of his
>though it doesn't stay that way for long, naturally
>a few hoof rubs and some gentle licks, and you're in big dong city
>you scoot back a little bit, knowing you wont be able to get that all in on the first try
>"Wh-what are you doing?"
"That's none of your damn business, boy! Now get licking!"
>for a moment there's nothing
>then you feel yourself wink, and the guy can't help himself
>that's the spirit!
>you take what you can in your mouth, and start doing what you do best
>extracting evidence, of course
>he does pretty well himself, every one of his eager licks helping to cool off the damned heat
>you swirl your tongue around his member all the while, sucking on him eagerly like a lollipop, and still taking him into your throat
>nobody can say you're not efficient at your job
>your clit gets sucked every time you wink, and the guy does a good job being able to lick up all the juices you make
>by the time you're able to cum, he is, too
>must've gone a long time without doing anything, or really like fillies, damn
>you swallow all of his seed that you can, and he laps up every last drop of your own cum
>after grinding out the afterglow on him, you spin around and sit near his flaccid fury
>he's still clearly lost in that afterglow, this dopey looking expression on his face
>so you reach around your back, then slap your cuffs on the guy's forelegs
>even with all the times you've done it, a perfect cuffing like that never ceases to please you
>the guy's expression suddenly comes back to him and falls
>"Hey, what's this?"
"It's your first token of jail time, buddy! Get used to them!"
>you move your thicc little ass over the guy's member as your words sink in
>you haven't had this in a long time, and it's your horsey season, there's no fucking way you're leaving without at least four hours worth of loads in you
>

>with a smug smile on your face, you hand over your next warrant to the two guard mares ahead
>you move to the third, who's fishing around through her saddlebags, and hold your hoof out
>she comes up with a small bag, placing it in your hoof with a noticeable chink
>the mares blush as they carry the guy off, and he just stares at the floor himself
>you put the bag in your own, the mare looks at you for a moment, looking like she wants to say something
>but nothing comes out
>heh, yeah.
>these days, they already know not to question you or your methods
>just to know that they work
>and boy, do they

>>148642
Just put me in charge. Or, alternatively, make a few thousand clones of Twiggles.

>>148649
>ProstiCop Filly
I get the sense that this position wouldn't pass an ethics committee.

>>148642
Become Hitler.

>>148651
Eh, ethics committees are for communists. Let the prosti-copping commence!

>>148598
I don't desire power. I'd love to just go about my life as usual but sometimes things just get out of hand. Yeah, you're powerful and smart but you're also my friend for the better or worse. I appreciate you, really. [ 1d100 = 90 ]

>>148642
Introduce ancap ideology and see where things go.

I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.

Rolled 14
Boredom, power? You still have no idea what's going on, do you?

>>148671
Nitro oxide boost
[ 1d100 = 77 ]

>>148667
We need more of filly peeing.

>>148598
nah, you're just pretty cool
is it so wrong to just want to bang something? i didnt need restraints or a fucking hoof knocking my brain around for this shit, this is too fuckin extreme.
[ 1d100 = 19 ]

>>148680
Anon is now a duck.

>>148680
What kind of filly game would yall pick if you could get one?

Imo a platformer would be pretty nifty where we need to stop purpul from spilling the milk, kind of a race against the clock to the goal

>>148612

>>148620
>>148622
>>148639

>That's why you decide to set aside those feelings and focus on getting other, more immediately important answers.
"Never mind that. Where am I?"
>The sudden, straightforwards question appears to suprise the mare holding you, though only for a moment.
>It actually startles you as well, being really high-pitched and girly.
>It was the same voice as when you made your "greeting" with her, though you hadn't put your mind on it as much due to your sudden, life-threatening predicament.
>"Oh, well, in my basement's brewery, of course. It's where I make and store all my specialized beer, just like you."
"Wait, does that make me…?"
>"What else would you be?"
>Well, that explains a few things.
>However, now you're left with other, much more difficult questions.
>How did this happen?
>You had just fallen asleep in your bed, last you checked.
>This can't just be a dream, nausea like that doesn't just happen without reason, at least not when it actually feels real.
"Then… how did I get here?"
>Another twist of her face into confusion.
>"You mean I didn't brew you? I don't know of any other way, if that's not it."
>Make you…?
>That almost makes sense, but there's still no way that's the case.
"That would explain my… instinctive… response to seeing you, but I wasn't born a beer bottle!"
>"I guess that would explain why I don't exactly remember brewing you… Wait, what do you mean? What were you born as?"
>You recall times from your old life, memories of mostly your old family, those friends of yours that practically wanted to get into trouble, and of you being human.
"I was just sleeping in my bed last night, normal as any other person. Now here I am, fully awake and in the form of my favorite type of drink!"
>"Well, I do know a pony that could probably figure this out and probably even help you. Stay here…"
>She slides you back on the shelf, multiple dinks ringing in your ears as she noticibly pushes you back farther than you were before.
>Were you right next the edge before, or something?
>"… and I'll go and get her."
>"Thanks, and please do."
>With that final promise, she turns and audibly walks out of the room, talking the light with her as she closes the door with an audible slam.
>Click.
>Was that the sound of her locking the door?
>You didn't hear it when she first came in here, but what else could it be?
>…Wait, did she forget to lock the door the last time she left?
>What if a child got in?
>Oh well, nothing can be done now.
>"Phew…"
>?
>That… wasn't you.
>It was also too high-pitched to be the mare whose name you forgot to get.
>Then who…?
>Input action.

>>148692
Stay quiet and observe for now. [ 1d100 = 11 ]

>>148692
Wait, we're a sentient beer bottle?

>>148697
Filly power is an interesting concept
>Autism fuels our cars

>>148692
YO SHIT WHO THE FUCK THAT?!
[ 1d100 = 61 ]

>>148692
Wh-why is this in the filly thread if we aren't the filly?
Are you planning something?

>>148598

"Losing power? What? No, don't listen to the other guy, he's a faggot who's just trying - and failing - to be funny. Some of us are more level headed."

>"More than one of you? Great…"

"Yeah, no shit. Look, a lot of us just want to live out this filly's life normally, but shit can get out of hand sometimes. Case in point, what just happened. We know you're the smart and powerful one, and to be honest, we really think of you as a friend, for better or for worse. At least I do."

>"But let me guess, I'm going to have to watch your every move like a hawk lest you decide to rape some other filly? Is it too much to ask you not to try and lick every vagina you see, in a world where nobody is wearing pants?"

>>148734
Please don't, that may very well be my vital fluids.
[ 1d100 = 68 ]

>>148737
Straight jacket, or a shock collar, shock collar sounds good. Now we need to figure out how to fix this, I'm thinking mandatory therapy sessions, make out as though Anon was molested as a child. Or just retarded, no offense Anon. [ 1d100 = 20 ]

>>148737
You silly purple mare, if we cant >Rape we ll just resort to >Hape, its comfier that way anyway
Oh also tecnically Cadance gave us consent, she could very easily have fought this filly body you know
Ps. Just like you dont trust us, 'I' dont trust you either, too many purpuls have been mean to green fillies and WE will not stand to anyone trying to hurt this o- i mean, hurt me. If i ever see you spilling some good looking delicious chocolate milk sissy…
Anyway, anyone seen Anon? I think he should be feeling better by now
>…
No not me you idiot, the Anon who was meant to be the filly, the filly Anon, yea, Anonfilly…
>…
Stare into nothingness

[ 1d100 = 18 ]

>>148744
This was bigger than i expected, can i reroll for a shorter one? Doing anyway [ 1d100 = 41 ]

Just like you dont trust us, 'I' dont trust you either, if i ever see you spilling some good looking delicious chocolate milk sister…
Anyway, anyone seen Anon? I think he should be feeling better by now
>…
No not me you idiot, the Anon who was meant to be the filly, the filly Anon, yea, Anonfilly…
>…
Stare into nothingness

>>148701
Throw a rock on it.

>>148692 (You) shit just realized i've been forgetting to namefag with those last two

>>148728

"YO SHIT, WHO THE FUCK THAT?!"
>You're absolutely panicking by now, the weight about how absolutely helpless you really are right now.
>You're a bottle of beer, an object that has little to no ability to move itself.
>If you were stolen now, you might never find out what brought you here, nor how you could get back home.
>On the flip side, if this is the person responsible for bringing you here, and they have intentions vile enough to need to sneak around behind someone's back…
>In response to your voice, the mystery person jumps back, landing on the ground with an audible, loud CLOP.
>Undeterred, tiny clip-clop-clip-clip hoofsteps, higher-pitched and more rapid than the brewer's, begin to near you.
>It isn't long before you're swept suddenly off the shelf, helpless in the grasp of your new captor.
>It's hard at first, making out his or her face in the darkness.
>Your eyes are able to adjust quickly enough to make out key features, though.
>This is a much smaller horse person, as if it really is a child holding you.
>The features are once again rounder, and smoother, seemingly feminine.
>Her fur is noticibly green, and her eyes look to be a similar, though darker shade.
>You can't see her mane(?) though, except for the parts of it that dangle downwards, covering part of her face.
>If you had to guess, you'd say that it was either a really dark brown or a black color.
>Oh, and she has the expression of a little kid on Christmas morning, as if she's getting to unwrap the biggest present she's ever recieved.
>"Wow, your face totally looks like mine! It's as if they cut mine off and made it into a bottle cap!"
>"So little booze-filly, are you going to open yourself up like a good little faggot, or am I going to need to get to liquid fun times myself?"
>Booze filly?
>How… how are you supposed to react to a nickname like that?
>Better yet, how do you react to a little kid trying to drink you and get wasted?
>Input action.

>>148739
Sorry about delet and delay, forgot pic and the 504 timed out.

>>148737
It's not that I want to lick every vagina I see, it was just kind of hard to resist when Cadance presented hers the moment I asked. [ 1d100 = 43 ]

>>148747
This green makes me very confused
Confused but curious…go on

>Tfw no best booze filly friend to open up to and refill when she s feeling low and down

>posts green
>people like it
>vow to make more
>one month, 3 threads later
>finally manages to pump out more content
>not even that much
>"h-hey guys, I'm back."
>what a fucking faggot
Sorry. I'd make excuses but all I would be doing would be hiding the fact that I'm a lazy ass who can't fulfill his promises. Please insult the fuck out of me if I do this shit again.

>Well, that's the end of this little misadventure.
>You know perfectly well when fate is trying to tell you something.
>You finish pushing the box into place and slide the plate on top of it.
>It clicks into place as you push down on it.
>As you extricate yourself from under the table, you can't help but seethe at this whole damn situation.
>What use do ponies have for a fucking engine?
>How will this help them, exactly?
>They have fucking magic!
>There is absolutely no need for an expensive motor, running on expensive fuel, inside an expensive car when you can just fucking teleport!
>So why, then?
>Why does Purple feel the need, the overwhelming urge, to ruin your entire month by putting you in a basement and having you electrocute yourself trying to make a serviceable engine?
>You stop yourself.
>If you continue thinking like this you'll break something.
>Even now you find yourself wanting to flip the table over and throw one of your makeshift bombs into the engine.
>Alright, Anon. Calm down. Count to ten.
>You close your eyes.
>1.
>2.
>3.
>4.
>Hey, this is actually working!
>5..
>6…
>“Hey, Anon. How's it going?”
>FUCKING-
>You nearly have a fucking stroke as your eyes snap open.
>At the bottom of the stairs, tired eyed and slouched in posture, stands Spike.
>You manage to growl out a reply through gritted teeth as you fantasize about strangling him to death.
“Juuust fuckin' great, man. Having the time of my life here. Yep, dandy as can be. It's not like I've just been interrupted by a nosy fucking dickface of a dragon baby while I'm trying to do my own shit. Nope.”
>He blinks, looking mildly surprised.
>”Wow, alright. Not going great, huh?”
>He looks you over, taking your hatred filled visage in.
>”Y'know, I don't think that's healthy. Maybe Twi was right about that whole anger management thing. You should consider it.”
>The slight lift on both ends of his mouth tell you that the little fuck is enjoying this.
>You sneer.
“Hey, since you're in such a helpful mood why don't you come on over here so I can return the favor? I hear that having the absolute fucking shit beaten out of you gives you good vibes. Really helps with tension.”
>He puts a claw to his chin in mock thought.
>”Hmm. Let me think on it for a bit.”
>Goddamnit you hate him.
>He's taken a certain shine to fucking with you.
>Something about you “stressing Twi out,” and “messing with her mind.”
>As if she hasn't been doing the same to you.
>Fair play is fair play.
>That hasn't deterred reptile boy, though.
>You sigh, suddenly unable to summon the energy to snipe back at him.
“Just tell me what you want, you fucking lizard.”
>”I don't know Anon, you've been so rude that maybe I don't want to…”
“Tell. Me. You. Fucker.”
>He casually scratches a claw against the wall, and your ears fold back at the irritating screeching sound.
>”Well, as much as you don't deserve the warning, Twi told me to let you know that she won't be coming home today.”
>Wait.
>What?
>This is unprecedented.
>Purple, master of the schedule and all around neurotic, failing to appear in time to check on your progress?
>The fuck?
>Some serious shit must be going on for this to happen.
>You laugh nervously.
“Purple, late? What, did somebody die?”
>Spike shrugs, inspecting his claws lazily.
>”Griffons or something. Land deal.”
>Fuck, now you actually feel sorry for her.
>Whatever she's doing, if it has to do with griffons and negotiation it must be terrible.
>You've met a few of the feathery bastards that you liked, but most of them are complete dicks.
>You can't imagine that the fuckers in charge of the greedy assholes are any better than the rest.
>In fact, they're probably worse.
>You cough awkwardly.
“Oh. That sucks.”
>He glowers at you as he ascends the stairs.
>”Yeah, whatever. Have a nice night.”
>You shout out to him as he goes out of view.
“Hey, tell Flutterfuck to restrain her fucking animals!”
>No response except the slamming of the door.
>Yeah, well, he can go fuck himself.
>You don't need the approval of Purple's useless servant-dragon.

>>148759
Good to see you again man. I'd definitely like to see more of your story but we all struggle with motivation sometimes. I hope you figure it out.

shitty recolor

>>148737
"In our universe contact with others' genitalia is a common greeting and means of endearment, similar to how dogs sniff each others' butts in your universe. We can restrain our cultural practices for your sake, but I cannot speak for the multitude."
[ 1d100 = 19 ]

>>148747
"Don't chug this 'un, kid. I'm poisoned. I ended up this way after drinking another booze filly and ignoring his warnings. He tasted like snot and now I suffer the curse. Try the bottles that don't talk."
[ 1d100 = 66 ]

>>148747
SCREAM, IT IS THE TIME FOR PANIC!
[ 1d100 = 52 ]

>>148500
For really real name I'm going with now. I had a draft open here I was editing over my day, and then I pressed control+Q instead of control+W in brave, which closed every tab.

Blah. I'll get around to the next part tomorrow. Honest. If 24 hours pass and it's not up then you can ban me from the site and discord server, because I'm subhuman filth and if I can't make my own deadlines on a fucking hobby, I don't deserve to be here.

>>148775
Shit, that sucks. Maybe use another program to do the writing in, then copy it here? Google Docs would also work, since it autosaves.

Don't be so hard on yourself. You're doing fine.

>>148777
Well…I know, but still.

Also google is for kikes.

>>148775
>Discord server
Filly, or mlpol?

>>148779
/mlpol/. Never joined a discord for pony until now and admittedly I've been slacking a lot to fuck around with people. Started a Borderlands 2 brand-loyalty run and I'm pushing back life things a bit more than I should.

>>148783
>Mating Press
I need that image.

>>148783
This filly getting the cold hose when?

Also, you know, for how much i "abuse" lewd fillies for non-lewd purposes, i dont want to know how much i d be abused by others FOR lewd, i-i mean..c-cant we just chat or something?

>>148788
As the filly, you always get what you don't want.

Shhh, filly is sleeping.

Story idea: CYOA but instead of anonfilly being controlled by anons it's Fluttershy. She tries to go about her day but is shocked and ashamed by being forced to go against her character. She has to go to Anonfilly to ask what's going on.

>>148840
But then it would not be anon filly. It would be twitch plays Fluttershy.

>>148820
Would the other normal fillies get jealous when they find out you get to cuddle with a princess?

>>148884
No, because most of them also don't have to deal with being fiddled.

>>148884
Depends on the Twilight.

>>148839
Well I'm not wrong.

>>148901
>>148902
>Implying there's more than 1/1000 sadistic Twilights
>Implying the Multiverse Twilight Police won't bust down her door and have her thrown in Tartarus

>>148908
This.

>>148840
While it might not fit this board if Fluttershy is the main character, you could flip the concept around and have it be about Filly living with a CYOA-style unpredictable Fluttershy. Gives it the board relevence while still keeping the primary concept of a non-anon character having troubles with being controlled by otherworldy anonymous voices.

>>148844

>Twitch plays Fluttershy
Fund it.

>>148946
Pictured, from left to right: Normalfag OC, best pony.

Rolled 89
>>148737
Fuck off, Dutch boy!

"Sprakle", you still don't have a clue what's going on, do you. You seek promises or deals, but have no idea who you're dealing with! Is it really so bad that Ponyville has a serial pervert, or do you not want our help with the coming storm?

>>148747

>>148739
>>148747
>>148774

>It occurs to you, what the liquid inside of you might be if you're a beer bottle.
>It's not exactly blood or water, but still, you have to be running on something if you're still alive.
>Is that what the alchohol inside of you is?
"Please don't, those 'liquid fun times' may very well be my vital fluids."
>"Pff, right, because people totally survive off of 100% blood-alchohol content all the time. You just want to keep it all so you can get yourself drunk at any time, don't you?"
"I… what? No! There's no way that's how this stuff works at all!"
>"You don't sound too certain. Do you know that for sure, or have you just never tried?"
>Well… in a way, it is true to at least some degree, at least that you haven't exactly tried anything like that.
>It's not like you really can, either, not when you have no idea how to…
>You cut off the point before you can waste more time on it.
"How can you be certain? I don't want to randomly risk my life!"
>"But that's what fun is! If you keep fearing it like that, then you'll never feel adrenaline, go on adventures, or make me drunk! C'mon, get me drunk!"
>You're definitely starting to feel fear at this point, to put it one way.
>Your mind desperately seeks a way to convince this filly not to try to drink you alive.
>Well, she might not care about risking your life, and she might really like beer, but she probably doesn't want to become one…
"B-besides, I'm poisoned. I ended up this way after drinking a booze filly and ignoring her warnings. Seriously, worst tasting beer I've ever had, and now I'm suffering the curse. The bottles that don't talk will do you much better."
>To your relief, this actually makes her go silent in contemplation.
>To you horror, it's only a moment longer before a loud, long, shrill noise shatters your relief.
>"BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
>Laughter?!
>"Dude, where do you think I was before that mare left and locked the door behind her?"
"Uh…"
>"I was here, the whole time! I heard you admit to not knowing how you got here at all!"
"…Oh."
>"So, any more questions?"
>…Nope, can't think of any.
>As if reading your mind, the Filly raises her hoof over your face, slowly moving it downwards.
>You respond with a loud, long, shrill noise of your own:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
>Your scream.
>Yeah, it definitely seems like it's the time for panic now.
>As you reach the end of your breath, you feel the first brushes of her hoof against your face, causing your eyes to force themselves shut.
>If presses down futher, harder, yet ever so slowly, as if taunting you for your failure, and your helplessness.
>And then all at once, it's gone.
>Gone, only to be replaced by a similar feeling, but wetter and with an odd smooching noise…?
>Did she… kiss…?
>Yet again the feeling removes itself, a round of giggles now cutting your panic into a just as wild mix of confusion and embarresment.
>"Gotcha, faggot!"
>Finally, you open your eyes to see the biggest shit-eating grin you're even seen on someone's face.
>"LAWL, get PRANKED, get REK'T, get OWNED, RIIIIIIIIIIIIIP, ha ha ha!"
>Your expression floods with indignance at the childish response doubled with one of the most annoying, most obnoxious voices you've ever had the misfortune of knowing in person.
>Definitely add that and anger to your emotional mix.
>"Yeah, all you really had to do was just say 'no', you didn't actually need those excuses n' crap."
>You let loose a loud, exhaused sigh, which unfortunately only vents out a small fraction of what you're feeling.
"Can you just put me back, now?"
>She turns towards the shelf, but instead of putting you back, she grabs a different bottle and starts walking away.
>"Sorry, no can do."
"Then, why did you grab that one?"
>"Have you seen this stockpile?"
>The word "stockpile" does do pretty much to sum it up.
>Even in the darkness, you can see bottles of all sorts of shapes and sizes lining the wall across 6 total rows of shelves.
>You can't read any of the labels, but very few bottles have logos or visual designes of the same shape.
>Not quite what you expected from what you had initially gathered to be someone's own home-brewed personal supply.
>"Speaking of, would you like to try one?"
>At first, it sounds like a really weird question.
>You are a beer, why would you want to drink one?
>But then, what happens if you don't, and it turns out you need it as food or something?
>You can't help but think over the question, if only for a little bit.
>Input action.

>>148962
Have the beer poured over yourself or something.
[ 1d100 = 74 ]

>>148962
Drink EVERYTHING.

Rolled 93
>>148982
Attempt 2 electric boogaloo.

>>148983
>*Scootaloo
ftfy

>>148737
Scream "BENIS" at her face
[ 1d100 = 60 ]

>>148737

Your voice changes to a more psychotic tone to accommodate yet another host.

"Fuck off, you stupid Dutch boy. Look, Sparkle, you still don't have a clue what's going on, do you? You seek…"

She holds up a hoof.

>"I'm gonna stop you right there. One of you is Dutch, another is not. You're communicating over the Internet, aren't you? How about one of you lets me in on what's really going on here?"

You inhale as much air as you can to give her your next reply.

"BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS"

>"You done yet?"

"No. BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS BENIS"

>"Okay, so we've established…"

"BENIS BENIS BENIS"

>"That I'm talking to…"

"BENIS"

>"Some trolls…"

"BENIS"

>"On the Internet."

"BENIS BENIS"

>"But what the hell is going on? Is this world even real?"

>>149004
Asks the CIA agent occupying the body of a purple cartoon horse child in the magical land of Equestria. Let's not try explaining the many worlds theorem and alternate quantum states, yeah? [ 1d100 = 89 ]

>>149004
Based Benis anon, i actually laughed at that even thought i imagined it was going to be stupid af, kek

Dont really need to boost but go for this >>149005
[ 1d100 = 66 ]

Oh, by the way, forgot to mention this, but somebody roll me a 20. Haven't done one of those in a while.

>>149014
>>149012
Fuck Australia, nuke Australia and reroll
[ 1d20 = 14 ]

You know what's not fun? Trying to play Borderlands 2 with someone who refuses to do sidequests or level up, and won't let you explore enough to get better gear for your build for hours at a time. We spent literally three hours trying to do the Bandit Slaughter starting below level 17, because none of us had guns befitting of our level. So, thanks octavian, thanks a lot.

>>148500
Eventually, your smile relaxes down to a neutral expression as you spot a familiar farmhouse. You glance to your caretaker, and your eyes meet as you both nod to each other. Talking to this anon here is going to be a rough conversation, you're sure; the fact you're going to be talking such heavy topics as life and identity to someone who's killed themselves several times so soon after seeing Pinks makes it almost convenient she was so kind in offering her emotional support.

"So, do you want to tell the Apple family I'll be at their orchards for a few hours? AJ can escort us back to the library afterward. Er, that is, if the other anon decides to come along."

"Yes, that does seem alright. Do you need anything else? Enchanted messaging scroll to send a note in case of emergency?"

"Mm, no. I think it's best to just do it solo."

"Alright, be good to the Apples."

You gently lean toward her in a slight nuzzle against the side, before trotting toward the apple orchards. You spot a few clouds with space to hold a filly in, but you can't see any green in the patches in between.

Nearly two hours pass of trotting and walking across the expanse of trees, before you hear your poor tummy making its noises of discomfort. You spot a few low-hanging apples from the trees, carefully standing up against them to pick two and eating them slowly. You appreciate the flavor and juicy meat of the fruit, but at the same time the adrenaline rush of sugar's expired. Despite this, you're happy to know you're getting the hang of walking quite easily.

"Hey, who the hell brought you here?" You hear above you. You don't need to look up to know who that is, so you simply rest beneath your shady foliage, speaking at a moderate volume upward.

"Other than Twilight? Nobody. I came here because I heard about you over the grapevine."

"What could be said of a bland old snowclone that can't even find his place in a shitty town from the middle ages? Was it that dickhead that keeps trying to popularize memes around the other kids?"

"Sounds like her. Bu-"

"Him. Don't kid yourself. We're all balding dudes that watched cartoons up until the day we died."

"Come on, hobbies aren't a sin. Didn't you have any?"

"Hobbies are just something to postpone suicide. Pointless."

"If that's the case, why did you do anything? Why not just strangle yourself on your umbilical cord and get it over with?" As you say this, you come off as scathing, but you say it less out of malice and more out of frustration. This guy really is you, isn't he? Dumb millennial, thirty-year-old child who finds himself so lost even in a place like this. You move out of the shade to bathe in the sunlight, looking upward. Just as you expected, his face is visibly indignant.

"Well, what did you do, smartass!? It's not exactly easy to do."

"That's my point, man. Shit's hard. I spent so long trying to minimize pain before just tossing my plans aside. The fact we all ended up here, I don't know the reasoning but we're here. We went from our human lives to a new world, given a once-in-a-millennium second chance. I don't know any more than you do but, just try to hold onto what makes you feel good. What did you do other than watch the horse show before?"

"Games. Wasn't really a fan of the beach and I was too weak for much else."

"Well, now you get a chance to try again. You might be small, but for your age, you're not that weak."

"I'm not going to get any older. It's been long enough to know that by now."

"Okay, there's games here too, right? Books?"

"Can't read that well." This one really is hopeless…perhaps the best thing you can do is offer companionship and advice.

"I mean…you can learn now! Your body and mind are nubile, sure, but you've got the mind and body of a growing kid. Learning will come sooner, fitness will improve faster, injuries will heal more quickly…you're a blank slate, and that's a good thing. Don't you get sick of doing nothing up there?"

You hear a derisive sigh from the filly before you hear the wind pick up. Your eyes are covered by your mane, and by the time you move it away, the clouds are dissipated.

You covered a lot of ground, but perhaps the answer isn't to bludgeon him over the head with morals and lessons. You might have had a hard time in life, but how can someone still be unhappy, surrounded in such comforts and discovery? What's wrong with him?

You shake your head, taking one more apple for the road before heading toward the farmhouse. Guess you should probably get to know the family before you run off, huh? Maybe something will strike you when you get home.

Maybe you should learn from Twilight and see if you can't figure out the nature of your presence in Equestria, or at least a little more about how to pony.

>>149016
Hopefully this suffices for the time it took. I would have been at this a lot earlier, had it not been for the unforseen delays in Borderlands 2. If we'd just done a few sidequests, I'm sure we'd be at the Fridge around two hours ago and been just fine level-wise. Sorry for only posting once a day.

>>149016
Thanks for the update. Sounds annoying

>>149004
No, it's not. You are subsisting in a hologram and exist at the mercy of extra-dimensional forces…at least until one finds you too boring.
[ 1d100 = 91 ]

>>149004
Who cares? Let's go out for milkshakes [ 1d100 = 18 ]

>>149016
You should start compiling this in a pastebin doc as soon as possible, you'll regret it the longer you wait.

>>149106
I mean, I'm enjoying writing but this isn't exactly a magnum opus, it's just a fanfiction.

>>149111
Checked

What if Derp mom.

Having Derpy as mom and getting a lil/big sis(Dinky) as bonus? Sign me in

>>149121
The more the better as they say

>>149115
I like that more than this board's idea of Twi mom. Derpy's adorable and seemingly retarded, so the board's more likely to make her the ""Sympathetic" boomer shithead who never thinks things through and is less mature than her kid" kind of mom.

>>149108
Doesn't matter, if you don't give enough of a shit to archive your work, then your recognition will be finite. Also gives newfags something to read to be shown the ropes of filly.

>>149158
I suppose. I might resurrect my pastebin account sometime if you guys want it.

I just don't think I'm worth recognizing, I guess. I mean, even among you guys I'm just an anon. My writefagging here is going out of its way to subvert the entire idea of anonfilly, not exactly emblematic of the aveerage story in the genre. I do this because I want to, not for fame or recognition. If you guys like it, I mean, that's cool, but it's just a piece of fantasy on an imageboard, and I'm fine leaving it that way.

>>149169
Mediocre or not, these is still little downside to making it, and being "just an anon" has little to nothing to do with the desire for one.

>>148962

>>148982

>Ah, screw it.
"I'll take EVERYTHING!"
Now this, she clearly didn't expect.
>"W-What? …Well, I can't exactly blame you. I promise you I'll get you them later."
"Later?"
>"I mean, it's not exactly like I can carry everything here. If I could, I would have run off with it a looong time ago."
"Carry?"
>"You're supposed to be a beer bottle, not a parrot. But yeah, carry, I don't exacty plan on staying here for long because of… reasons."
"Re- …Why not?"
>She doesn't answer you directly, however.
>In fact, she goes completely silent.
>It's as if there's something wrong, even though there's nothing at all to indicate this, at least as far as you can tell.
"Uh… Hm, what's your name?"
>Her answer is in only a quiet whisper, and the tone of it catches you off guard.
>"Anonfilly…"
>If you didn't know who you were talking to, you would've never guessed that is filly would be the one to say it.
>It's quiet, monotone, but you can hear dread in it louder than any syllable.
"So uh, Anonfilly, what's wrong…?"
>She doesn't say anything, instead nabbing a random bottle off the shelf, presumably for you, and dashing off with you and the two other bottles.
>At first it appears as though she's heading for the door, but instead she veers off to the rights and ducks underneath a clothed table.
>Instantly, your vision is cloaked in darkness under the sheet.
>You could still see some outlines of the wooden floorboards below you, though, showing that the cloth didn't extend all the way to the floor.
>Instead, there was a space between it and the floor about two centimeters thick.
>You figured that it would probably only be seen under by someone actively looking underneath.
>"As you might imagine, I'm not exactly allowed down here under normal circumstances."
>Oh.
>So this is someone taking you for nefarious purposes, probably.
>In the back of your mind, you wonder if her taking you like this counts as theft or kidnapping.
>Either way, you're not one to let either happen to you, especially not when you're the thing being taken.
"What? Then why should I let you- Mmhmmphmmhm…"
>She covered your mouth as you spoke, muffling most of your voice.
>Well, to be precise, she covered your entire face.
>Details aside, your panic was rising once again.
>"Shush, please!"
>A small hint of desperation slips through her words, breaking your slight surprise at her now using the word "please" without any hint of sarcasm.
>"She's coming, and she's close. Please, just be quiet!"
>Now it sounds like she's the one panicking.
>Figures, she's probably done this more than once despite all the warnings given to her.
>Despite the justice-driven front feelings of yours, though, a more cynical side to you starts to doubt some of these assumptions.
>It feels to obvious, that these are just the panicked beggings of someone desperate not to be caught in the act.
>But then, the way she worded it, it's as if she knows who's coming.
>But you know that person too, right?
>Well, not personally, but he/she's the one that the brewer mare from earlier said she was grabbing.
>It has to be, right?
>So, what's with this doubt?
>Input action.

>>149180
well, not much else we can do than be quiet, and us anonfillies gotta stick together, beer filly or not

>>149180
>>149186
this [ 1d100 = 98 ]

>>149211
oh right, i forgot i didnt even roll
thanks anon

https://pastebin.com/Yd40UgM2

Alright, got it up here. I'll post another chapter tonight ignore the username, it's an old account and I plan on changing the name soon

>>149229
>Tom becomes Audrey - Human to Pony TF/Slice of Life
>I'm Seeing Everything - Changeling TF/Polite Stalk…
>Aryanne x Veronika (Shipwrecked nazi v commie green)
Interesting taste.

>>149231
I know, I used to be a green-writer. I kinda stopped caring for writing that way, eventually drifted away from that. But I mean anonfilly is basically just pony TF in Equestria specifically.

>>149260
You are nearing one year of this. Why bother at this point?

>>149260
Eh, someone already beat me to the punch of bringing attention to my pastebin on /mlp/ it seems. I'll just let them do what they wish with it, I guess, if anyone cares so much about that.


>>149261
One year of what, writing? I mean, I've been gone for like half a year, and my writing style's changed from green to paragraphs. I may as well just leave the past stuff behind. I haven't looked there since like…January anyway.

>>149180

>>149186
>>149211

>You find yourself eventually going quiet.
>For better or for worse, you do feel some form of trust in Anonfilly; not quite friendship, but enough to be concerned when she is.
>Not much else you can do anyways, when you're held in her grip like this.
>Since you've stopped resisting, she stopped pressing down on your face.
>The hoof hasn't been removed though, but it's still better than having your nose crushed.
>In the meantime, nothing has happened so far.
>At least, nothing else has changed.
>You still can't sense whatever she's been feeling, and the wait has yet to end.
>You have to admit, it's that waiting that, more than anything else, is giving you the most fear.
>It's time that lets your mind wander in curious directions, directions related to who this "she" might be.
>Some kind of ancient eldrich horror?
>Some local tyrant that kills disbelievers on sight?
>Her royally pissed mom?
>…
>It's only when you being to feel the beginning of sleep's decent that you finally notice it.
>You imagined that it would be something like malice, dread, or maybe even just a really bad smell.
>But it isn't, it isn't any of those.
>It was dry, sterile, and orderly.
>In a way, it reminds you of the aura your old boss carried with him at the workplace, able to snap nearby employees into full effort just by hanging around.
>As in, it has a way of almost sucking the feelings you had before out of you.
>Fear, hope, confusion, they all shriveled up and died under this intense atmosphere.
>It wasn't to the point of making you go all "nothing matters" or "I don't need to live".
>Rather, those thoughts weren't spared either.
>At the very least, it's not like you're losing your head at all or being lulled into doing anything you wouldn't want to.
>"I'm sure you can feel her coming too, now."
>Anonfilly's sudden whisper startles you out of your thoughts.
"Yeah."
>"If you have any last words, or one last question, now's the time. She's only about five minutes away."
"You can tell?"
>"Believe me, it comes naturally when you have to live with her, for any period of time really."
"You…?"
>"Yeah. It's Hell on Earth."
>That aside, 'any last words'?
>She makes it sound like you're on your way to your execution.
>Either way, with so many questions already swirling around in your head, how do you choose only one?
>Input action.

>>149273
"Oh great, did we end up with a Lone-tier Twi out of all of the possible outcomes?"
[ 1d100 = 81 ]

>>149273
I had thought if I was to go, I would go out with a drink. I didn't quite expect to be the drink, though.
[ 1d100 = 21 ]

Made by an anon here
http://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/32400279
Asking for a coloring.

"No, it's not real. You're living inside of a hologram, and your existence is at the mercy of extra-dimensional forces. When we find you to be too boring, that may end."

>"What the hell are you talking about? A hologram is just a visualization, not some sort of alternate universe. Do you mean this is a virtual world, like a simulation?"

"I don't know. Who cares? Let's go out for milkshakes!"

>"Is this just some sort of lame excuse to get out of punishment? Act completely bonkers so you can't be held liable for your actions? Well it's not going to work on me, miss… what the hell is that on your nose?"

She reaches out to grab what looks like a folded up piece of paper that was resting on top of your nose. Somehow in the middle of your argument, you had not noticed its existence. She opens it up and reads it aloud.

>"Well that didn't work?"

. . .

The world fades to black and your headache suddenly intensifies. You hear a muttered thud close by, followed by the voice of a familiar purple filly.

>"Fuck me, remind me not to drink when I have research in the morning."

>>149349
Forgot to link to previous post.
>>149004

>>149349
What the hell just happened, did we pass out? Look around. [ 1d100 = 82 ]

>>149349
You can beat me until I'm unrecognizable, but I won't give into the CIA!
[ 1d100 = 97 ]

>>149318
Oh man, I would do so many things to that filly butt.

filly things, courtesy of derpibooru

>>149339
Ha, neat

>>149364

Saaaaame.

Anyway, next chapter is up and pastebin's updated.
>>149016

As you approach the wooden porch, your hooffalls are met with immediate attention, the sound of a Southern female voice perking your mood up a tad: "Ope, comin'!"

She quickly comes to the door, the mare opening the door with a small and pleasant smile on her face. "Howdy! Ah'm Applejack, but ah'm sure ya already know, judgin' by the last two anonymous fellers. Yer the filly we're lookin' after on the way home, right?"

"Yeah, no luck with the other filly."

"A shame really. But y'know what? You gave it a shot. Come in, sugarcube."

You smile a little wider as you walk into the home beside her, the mare humming gently as you pass her. You scrape your hooves against the mat out of courtesy before you turn toward her. "So, what now? Want to just chat a little, do you have plans, or are you gonna get stuff to escort me home?"

She places a hoof at her chin, looking out the window. The sun's nice and bright as it slowly descends toward the horizon. Hmm… "Ah, heck. You were out there fer a while. Why not take some time 'n rest?"

"Are you sure? I'm alright with going out. I'd hate to take up a bed or something."

"Oh no, it's fine! In fact, how 'bout you share a bed with mah sis, Applebloom? Bed's pretty roomy, should be good t'share."

"Well, if it's alright with you, I guess I can stick around. Where's Applebloom now?"

"She's up in her room right now, asked 'er to go change her sheets 'n dust off a little after dinner. Oh, speakin' of dinner-"

"Don't worry about it. I stuck to just getting a couple apples while I was out there. Do you want anything to repay you for that?"

"Don't fret. Yer new 'round here, make yerself at home until ya got yer bearings and repay however ya want to." She gently pats your head as she says this, your ears quickly folding down against your head and your eyes diverting from her. I get it, I'm small, I don't need to be patted on the head to remind me…

"Alright, thanks…uhm, I'll j-just head on up then." You're pretty sure you're blushing as you skitter off a little bit hastily, heading upstairs. You don't hear any extra comments from AJ, but you doubt she's that worried about the fact you hurried away.

——

A little while passes as the evening comes upon you. You help the youngling make her bed - being an earth pony, using her mouth to pull the sheets neatly and evenly is difficult, so you make use of numbers to do it from both sides at once together.

"You do kinda look like those other fillies from Twilight's library…but how'd Twilight end up with three green 'n black fillies in half a year?"

"Well, I don't know. Seems like this is kind of a template pony body. Would explain the question mark cutie mark, right?"

"Oh, oh, oh. Maaaybe, yer cutie mark's s'posed to mean you blend in and digsuise well?"

"I doubt that's my talent. There's only three of us."

Applebloom's actually a pretty relateable filly, spending most of her days simply doing chores and seeking things to do to pass the time. Her cutie mark crusading, while a big part of establishing an identity, admittedly is purposely outlandish with the intent to pass the time and find new and interesting things to do, more than everything else.

"Hey, by the way, do you know anything I can do around here for spare change? I wanna pay your sister back for letting me onto her orchard."

"Not too sure, but there's lotsa ponies who want somethin' done. You could probably just ask around."

"Guess it makes sense. I'll have to look for some ponies in need of help then."

While you would seek something to do, the books in Applebloom's room are all mid- to low-level that bores you more than anything. Isn't there at least a comic book or novella worth reading? You'll have to look for something in Twilight's library.

For now, that bed's looking awfully comfy…

Which pony would be the most motherly for the filly?

>>149380
You posted her.

>>149380
It's scientifically proven to be Twiggles.

>>149411
I feel like she'd be a bit of helicopter-mom tbh, seeing as overstresses easily.

Like the Ol' want-it-need-it spell.
But may redeem herself later on with more parenting experience

Although I'm also partial to Celestia or Derpy too.

>>149380
I would like to see a princess anon filly story.

>>149380
Glim

>>149371
Aw yeah sleep with the apple filly

Fuck yeah.

>>149380
Button's mom

>>149479
Cute!

Put the masturbation on hold for a day, and spend it redpilling someone with anything posted here.

>>149609
Make a thread about this if you want to talk about it faggot. This is not the place for it.

>>149371
Cuddle time?

>>149479
That's adorable

>>149609
Filly-fy that with white being normal ponies and black being fillies saying bad words or booping the innocent ^:)

Fillies are pretty nice

>>149610
Silly me, faggot, I forgot this is the thread for masturbation! Fap fap fap, I'd sure love to fuck all of you if we became anonfillies! Muh dick is so hard at the thought of losing my dick and becoming Twilight's abused daughter. Let's forget about the absolute state of the outside world and masturbate while Rome burns.

>>149609
>>149685
You've got no fucking clue what this thread is about, do you?
Lurk moar faget

>>149685
>>149609
Hurr durr muh politics must not be infringed!
Look, I came here for the filly. I search out other threads as I see fit, but if you have a problem with this thread, take it up with the mods and waste your time reeing at them instead of wasting ours with your shitposts generated by the fact that you don't realize there's a nifty little button that can create threads.

>>149609
>>149685
Don't be a retard.
Stop derailing.

>Day 4562 in Equestria
>The ponies have been fairly kind to me, even though due to some archaic law, I was doomed to be the gangly alien crashing on someone's couch for the rest of the foreseeable future.
>Apparently, legally only ponies were allowed to own land.
>Still, it was nice to have company, and I tried to be helpful wherever I was staying.
>I was in the middle of helping to feed yellowquiet's animals, with her listing off a laundry list of rules about Angel Bunny's food like I hadn't heard it all several times before.
>Not that it would matter either way if anyone followed them or not, the little shit.
>The monologue was interrupted by the door to her cottage slamming open, prompting a terrified squeak from the pegasus and a sudden disappearance.
>The resident eggheaded princess of friendship barged right on in. "Anon! I think I finally found a solution to your residency problem!"
>I paused in looking under the shivering tablecloth with the suspicious length of pink tail peeking from beneath it.
"Twilight, I'm flattered, but like I told Pinkie, I'm not looking to get married at this time."
>She blinked owlishly for a moment before shaking her head. "What? No. I mean, yes, I guess that would technically work (and maybe thought about over a few drinks) but that's not what I came over for! Now, as we know, the whole crux of the problem is that you're not a pony, right? Thanks to your help in researching, I think I might finally have a solution!"
"Now, hold on. Let's not do anything I'll regret--"
>It was no use. Already her horn had flared to life and lanced out with a beam of thaumaturgical power, knocking a birdhouse off the wall via human projectile.
>Passing out seemed like a wise move at the moment.
—
>Mumbling in the next room was the first thing that came to my attention, closely tied with a slight headache.
"Uuuuuuugh… my head…"
>That's odd. My voice sounded a little funny.
>The mumbling paused, and I heard the sound of hoofsteps approaching.
>Maybe I could pretend to be asleep still?
>No such luck, as another groan escaped me as the door creaked open.
>"How're you feeling, Anon?" asked an entirely too cheerful voice.
>Forcing myself to sit up, I fixed book horse with as flat a stare as I could.
"You knocked me into a wall."
>Fluttershy peeked in and gave a little gasp, her eyes dilating like only a pony's could.
>I swear, they were twinkling even.
>Before I knew it, I was wrapped up in buttery hooves that were much larger than I remembered.
>Heck, everything was larger than I remembered.
>Since when was I covered in green fuzz?
>Since when did I have hooves?
"WHAT DID YOU DO, PURPLE?"
>My hooves flailed in the grip of the overly affectionate pegasus, along with some limbs I couldn't quite identify yet.
>Again, my voice was much higher than it should be.
>"Aheh… heh heh… Welllll, funny story! Apparently there were a few complications from using myself as a template for the spell, but other than that, everything went exactly as planned!"
>Her wings shuffled sheepishly on her back even as she looked incredibly proud of herself.
>I could feel deep in my gut that my life was about to become hell.
"What. Worked. Twilight. Sparkle?"
>As much venom as I could muster dripped from each word, even as I resigned myself to being cuddled by yellow hush.
>Face full of pride, the princess of friendship dragged a full-size mirror into the room.
>In it, Fluttershy was doting over a little green filly.
>"You're a pony, Anon!"
>My eye twitched. The filly's eye twitched.
"Twilight. Did you turn me into a unicorn filly?"
>More nervous laughter.
>"TECHnically, no. That's part of the complications I mentioned."
"It sure looks like I'm a unicorn, Twilight."
>It was at this time that I felt Fluttershy fiddling with SOMETHING on my back.
>In the mirror, she stretched out a green wing, nibbling and straightening feathers.
"WHAT THE FUCK, TWILIGHT?? HOW DID YOU FUCK UP THIS MUCH?"
>Twi shrank back, and Fluttershy pulled her disappearing act again.
>"It… it was an accident. I thought you would be turned into a stallion! A normal stallion, you know? Not… well… you know."

>>149717
>As the pegasus-sized lump in the bedding stopped shivering, Twilight scuffed at the floor.
>"You're not… mad… are you?" she asked, hopeful tone to her voice.
>I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
"… I'm not mad, Twilight."
>I was absolutely livid.
"There was absolutely no way you could have known."
>If she'd thought of things enough, she probably could have guessed.
"Just turn me back, and everything should be just fine."
>The lavender lady of literature winced.
>"Wellll… I'm afraid we already tried when we saw how things turned out."
>More awkward shuffling.
>"The… uh… counterspell I made for it didn't work. At all."
>I must've had an expression of blinding rage cross over my face, as Twilight took a few steps back before returning to her position.
>Deep breaths. In. Out. In…. out. Deep, calming breaths.
"Well… at least it can't get any worse…"
>As if to prove me wrong, trumpets were sounded outside, and insistent knocking began on the door.
>Apparently, this was a surprise to Twilight as well.
>Fumbling and stumbling in my new quadrupedal form, I followed Twilight downstairs just in time for the door to open itself in a golden glow.
>"Dearest Fluttershy! Of all of Twilight's friends I had hoped to join her in alicornhood, I was certain you would be the first-- wait…"
>Princess Celestia, Bringer of the Dawn, She of the Sunny Flanks, Pony Princess Prime, barged in, full of pride and ceremony. It was hastily replaced with confusion, complete with slightly canted head.
>"… Who are you? This is most unexpected."
>Immediate nervous laughter and a terrible job of looking innocent by Twilight.
>She should seriously get some acting lessons or something.
>Obviously, there was only one thing to do.
"Yo, Sunbutt. Blame Twilight."

>>149718
>That did it. With a panicked shuffle of hooves and a pop of displaced air, purple smart vanished.
>There was a few more moments of confusion as Princess Celestia regally strolled in, circling the filly before her.
>I followed her with my gaze for a while before I caught sight of my own flank.
"… What the hell, Twilight? What kind of cutie mark is this?"
>It wasn't quite just a black question mark. The top part of it had a kink in the crook, making it look pretty heart-like.
"Come on… Got turned into a pony, got turned into a GIRL pony, and now this? What kind of girly shit is this for a cutie mark?"
>Realization seemed to dawn on Celestia.
>"… Anonymous?" she asked.
>I raised a hoof as I looked over.
"Speaking. Kinda."
>Confusion hastily gave way to the princess's trademark calm smile, but amusement danced in those magenta eyes.
>"You look… different today."
>A nod as Fluttershy made her appearance at the top of the stairs.
"Yeah… apparently things didn't go as planned. Twi tried to turn me into a pony, but didn't think things through as well as she should. A waggle of her horn later, and BOOM! I'm like this."
>Too much gesticulating, and I flop over with an 'oof'.
>Open amusement spreads on Celestia's face as she sits beside me.
>"Well, it's a nice look for you, I think."
"Speak for yourself. I'm probably gonna be poking holes in shit with this thing and falling over myself for weeks."
>I reached up to prod the horn spiraling out from my head, intensely frowning.
>The whistle of a kettle distracted me from my death stare, and Princess Celestia helped me to my feet… err… hooves… with a glow of her horn.
>"Well, there's no sense in panicking over things right now. Let's have some tea to think things over with."
>She led the way over to the table that Fluttershy was already loading with teacups, a steaming teapot, and a wide assortment of little cakes and cookies.
"… Aren't these the cookies I bought at Sugarcube Corner yesterday?"
>Fluttershy shushed me and gave a smile.
>"Only the best for our guests," the pegasus mumbled before hiding in her mane.
"This shit wouldn't happen if I were allowed to have my own place. … Hey wait! I should be able to do that shit now! Ha! In yer face, Celestia! Your laws can't stop me now!"
>The princess gave a calm smile. "That is so, Anonymous. Tell me, do you have all of your papers in order?"
>My celebratory dance was cut short.
>"How old do you think she is, Fluttershy?"
"Hey! I'm a dude!"
>Fluttershy looked me over as Celestia poured herself some tea and helped herself to one of my cookies.
>"Um. Maybe… twelve?"
>The princess took a sip and nodded. Setting her teacup down, she turned toward me.
>"Even if you did have your papers, and the required bits, I doubt anypony would sell a home to a filly, even one as absolutely precious as you."
>I could feel my cheeks heat up a bit as I mumbled.
"Y-you too…"
>She took a nibble of the cookie, then waggled it at me in her magic.
>"Now… I know you've been staying with Twilight and her friends for a long time now, but I don't think they would have the time to look after and provide for a growing filly. They're very busy mares."
"H-hey! I'm a grown-ass man! I can take care of myself!"
>She tisked a little and shook her head. "I'm afraid not anymore you're not. You said it yourself. You can barely even walk. Additionally, there are the legal complications of there suddenly being a pony where there once wasn't."
>She swirled her tea in her cup as I grumbled acknowledgement to her logic.
>"I'm sure Twilight will be trying to find a counterspell-"
"Tried. Failed already."
>She cleared her throat at the interruption.
>"Yes. Well. All the more reason for my conclusions. Until you get used to your new form and until we get you documentation that states you exist, you'll be coming to stay with me in Canterlot for a while."
>An ugh of disgust escaped me before I could stop it.
"With all the shitty nobles that have their heads so far up their--"
>"Yes yes. They have their troubles, but I'm sure they'll be much more accommodating to a guest of the crown than to an alien with your particular character."
>I grumbled my assent, and I could tell it was all she could do to keep from clapping her hooves.
>"Oh, this will be so much fun. I haven't had a daughter in centuries!"
"Wait, what?"
>"Nothing! Nothing. Now, come along, Anon! We'll send for your things later. We've got so much to do!"
>With that, I was unceremoniously lifted from my seat and floated alongside the princess of the sun as she practically pranced out the door.
>I was still flailing in her magical field as the royal carriage was pulled into the sky by the guards.

>>149717
>>149718
>>149719
Had some troubles with the first post needing to be split into two. 6000 characters my ass.

Just contributing a bit of scribbles. Hope you enjoyed. Might write more later.

>>149719
Fascinating intro, would definitely be nice to see some Canterlot filly

>>149721
I enjoyed it
I'll be glad if and when you decide to put out more

from current /mlp/ thread
https://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/32400279

Family business for the weekend, but I, the magnanimous and generous Ash anon, will spare my exceedingly valuable time and provide a cha-

Okay I just don't care about my aunt that much. She's a sportsball watching democrat who doesn't seem to know how to project her voice without increasing her pitch. Escapism is nice sometimes, huh? Well unfortunately I'm in the doghouse for the next 3 nights and they're smoking degenerate pot within ten feet of my bed. Maybe I'll sleep well. Till then, time for Applebloom cuddles. If AJ became Ash's momfu, would AB x Ash be too incestuous and weird? Just an idea.

>>149371

You climb into the bed, neatly pulling the sheets and cover blanket up to slide in before Applebloom does the same. Your face glows with blush as you warm up in the well padded bed, proximity to Applebloom similarly intriguing you. While you are without male parts of any description, your loins feel a gentle wave of warmth through them, your fur bristling a bit as you curl up.

As Applebloom assumes her sleeping position, your backs lightly brushing one another, you murmur quietly, not wanting to be too loud for a sleep filly. "Hey Applebloom?"

"Yeah..?"

"You ever feel like the world's just too big and you'll never be able to find everything you ever want to find?"

"Ah dunno really…ah mean 'casionally ya ya just gotta settle fer watcha got. Ah dunno what life's like where yer from…but maybe comin' to Ponyville opens up a lotta p'tential ya wouldn't normally have a chance ta try."

"I hope so…honestly I can't think of anything I was good at back home."

"Nothin'? Ya seem pretty well-rounded…"

"Nothing. Least not I can think of. Played a lot of games but never on the level of eSports."

"What's the 'e' for?"

"Electronic, I'd wager. I mean I don't even know how long I've played shooters but teamwork just never worked out for me."

"Well…ah'd be happy to help you with whatever ya need. Got a friend who likes competition, if ya ever need her help competing."

You yawn, turning over with a little shiver. "Thanks AB…I'm feeling pretty cold tonight, do you think I could…"

She looks back at you with a small smile before scooching up against your front as her neck turns just enough to nuzzle each other's cheeks together. "There ya go. Sleep well, alright Ash?"

"Mm…yeah, you too…" You close your eyes, mind clouding up as you feel sluggish and tired.

What follows is hours of comfort and rest; when morning draws nearer however, your luck is bound to go the opposite way…

——

>>149349

"You can beat me until I'm unrecognizable, but I won't give into the CIA!"

Halfway through your sentence, Twilight covers her ears with her hooves, wincing as if somewhat in pain.

>"Dammit Anon, not so loud! I haven't even had any coffee yet."

"Huh?"

>"Look, I know you have some bullshit you want to nag me about, but can it wait until breakfast?"

"O-okay?"

She slumps up the stairs, still somewhat groggy and mumbling under her breath. As she exits the room, you look around to see if you can find anything suspicious. Whatever happened between being interrogated and waking up like this, you're not sure, but it's almost as if there's no evidence of it having happened at all. The room doesn't smell like cigarette smoke, and there's no chair or rope in sight. But you still have the same headache, and you can't quite place a reason as to why. Did Shining give you a concussion with that hoof to the head? Is there a very obvious explanation for all of this? Maybe, but if you DO have a concussion, you probably shouldn't be spending too much time thinking.

You suddenly feel the need to pee. Like real bad.

>>149809
Pee. Probably should go to the toilet first, then pee. If that was all a dream, it was fucked up. [ 1d100 = 9 ]

>>149810

>If that was all a dream, it was fucked up.
Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Maybe you time traveled. Maybe I've got even more cruel plans in mind.

>>149806
>A thread involving Anonfilly alive for 6 days and counting.
Interesting turn of events.