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Fresh Bread feeling

>>155167
Unf, we need more teen filly in this world.

>>155167
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 /mlpol/ or you yourself fuck an /mlpol/ user that has been turned into a little filly? Do you realize how ridiculous that is
This is by far the most degenerate general on /mlpol/ I mean it combines fucking pedophilia, transformation, beastiality and/or xenophilia and whatever other fetshes you might have and Tbh I gagged a lil bit upon discovering this thread
Please consider psychiatric help and reevaluate your life of you unironically browse this general and look at anon filly pictures

>>155169 →
Instead of just blindly leading him on with praise, why don't you tell him where he could improve?

>Right!
>Breakfast, the most important meal of the day.
>Or at least that’s what the cereal companies told you.
>With protesting fatigue you dragged your limbs to the edge of the bed.
>No matter how much sleep you seemed to get, you could never be like the strange folks in those TV shows. Getting out of bed all refreshed and so plastic.
>Tch, strange animals.
>Sliding out and falling onto all four hooves, you were ready to take on the day.
>Somewhat at least.
>Scratching your head you notice the bandages still on your head, uncomfortably matting your fur and chaffing your ears.
>Hopefully Fluttershy will take care of it today.
>Either that or have her whipped lackey do it.
>Akwardly, you make your way down the steps. Although you’ve had more than a couple days to get used to this body. This whole walking on unlevel terrains, like stairs, kept throwing off your sense of balance.
>Don’t sweat it Anon. One step at a time.
>It’s not like this world is going anywhere.
>Unfortunently.
>Reaching the base of the steps, you can hear the constant commotion of birds, canines, felines and other critters singing lightly throughout the home.
>But no-nonsense.
>Walking to the kitchen, you can’t tell if you just woke up really early or if nobody was actually home.
>Well, no matter where the duo may be, your hunger took priority over your patience.
>Looking up at the cabinetry that towered above you. Plans began to formulate in your little filly head.
>Pulling from your childhood memories, the answer was obvious.
>Chair+Cabniet=snack-time.
>Heading over to the dinner table you bite down on one of the chair’s wooden legs and tug it towards your objective.
>So with a bit of effort and a last push against the sink, you hop onto the overlooking chair and climb onto the countertop.
>Alright, where does she keep the good stuff?
>Getting onto your hind legs you begin opening and sifting through the junk that sat inside, hoping to find something to tide you over.
“Garbage, garbage, trash, trash, trah- Ooooh.”
>Ah fuck yeah. Double fudge chocolate chip cookies.
>That was another benefit of having a filly body.
>Consequences of eating unhealthy were slim to none.
>Ripping off the cardboard top with your teeth, you lick your lips in anticipation of chocolatey goodness.
“Don’t mind if I-“
>”GLABA!”
“Huh, w-WHOA.”
>With a jolt, you found your self tumbling back to earth after falling back off the counter and onto your back.
>not really doing your headache any favors.
“Ahh, fuckin- wha-“
>As you gathered your baring by rubbing your head to ease a growing headache the approach of hoofsteps came to focus.
>”Gabba, glee pha?”
>But seeing as how you were caught in the act, you imagine you’ll have a bigger headache soon.
>Unless…
>Maybe that would work.
>Hmmm.
>Opening your eyes, you saw the stern set Fluttershy’s looking at you while Discord followed suit.
>Not for long though.
>As children tend to have another unique trait that goes unrealize until later in life.
“Sniff, sniff Want food, W-want food.”
>Using your meek body and whatever few words you did know how to say, you decide to play the thoughtful approach.
>Using your pain as a trigger, you let tears run forth down your cheeks as you righted yourself back up. Splaying your ears back and bowning your head down to look as submissive as possible.
”Sniff Food, Hungry”
>Watching as the disappointment and slight anger melt away from her face. It was clear it was working as it was being replaced with one of sympathy and guilt.
>”Oh, Gabba flees flab. A gabba food?”
>You nod sadly and slowly, selling your beggers approach as much as possible by making yourself looking as timid as possible.
>She brings you into a big, cuddly, warm hug as she buys it.
>Although Discord looked more confused than ever.
>Seems like he didn’t like that she was selling out so quickly to your tears.
>Eh. At least it wasn’t him you had to deal with.
>That approach would have been harder to sell.


>She couldn't be serious.
>it was Clearly evident as to what she was doing.
>You may be old and daft at times.
>But you are the god of chaos and deception itself, and indeed no idiot.
>The little brat was using the situation as a way of getting what she wanted.
>She was caught in the act, and she knew well enough on how to play Fluttershy like a gay emotionally sensitive violinist.
>The reasoning behind it was obvious.

>>155180
>Childish jealousy.
>She obviously saw how funny and incredible your life was with her, and sought to abandon her parents to nab up better ones.
>Like the opportunistic predator she is.
>Ugh, how did you reach this point. At One point you turning turf into disco dance pads and clouds into cottony sugar balls, now you were stuck with a kid.
>By the Gods, you’ve aged and not in the best of ways.
>While she grabbed some random ingredients from the cub board, maybe this would be a good time to have a one-on-one with the little menace.
>wrapping yourself around Fluttershy, you decide to play your own small game of deception.
”Hey, I have an Idea. Why don’t I get the little chocolate nougat all cleaned up while you whip something up.”
>She gave the same old heartfelt smile she always gave.
>”Oh she should be fine for now. Besides I should be able to get something together for her quickly.”
>You feign resignation.
“Hmm, I guess you’re right I suppose it can- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”
>With shock from both sides, you startle her with worry.
>”W-what do you mean? It’s just peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
>Grabbing her by the shoulders you shake her to the core.
“ A PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH! ARE YOU, DAFT MARE?! WHAT IF SHE’S ALLERGIC?!”
>Good ‘Ol uncertainty crept on to her face as she looked at her work with growing anxiety.
>”I-I suppose I didn’t think about that.”
>You give her an extra shake to bury the feeling even further.
“Didn’t think about it? Fluttershy, you could have single-handedly killed her with your lack of foresight.”
>Tears crept onto her face as her bottom lip began to whimper. The fear and thought of accidentally killing ‘The Poor thing’ was getting to her.
“Because of you Fluttershy, she’d be dead right now. Do you hear me?DEAD! And she’d never find her parents, OR WORSE. You’d have to explain to them that you killed their only child.”
>All the while the mischievous thing behind her, stared in bewilderment.
>You didn’t want to cause her grief, really, you didn’t. As she was the only one that truly gave you a chance despite everything you’ve done, and became one of the few you’d actually call a friend.
>But things like this had to done for the greater good.
>”Oh Celestia your right-“
>She latched onto the small bundle of green fur as you managed to break her.
>”I’m so sorry little one. I had no idea you’d be allergic to such things. I-…I could have killed you. O-oh, please forgive me, I’m sorry, so very very sorry.”
>She began rocking back and forth with the thing while the little one had no idea has to what was going on.
>”Gabba?”
>Walking up and putting a claw on her shoulder you do what you do best and use her lowest and most manipulative point to your advantage.
>”Now now, even though you didn’t exactly do that, thanks to me. That doesn’t mean we can skip out on a proper meal for the poor cretin. Why not stick with just the greens for now, while I wash her up.”
>As she let of go of the filly, she still looked absolutely distraught at her actions. Or the actions she thought she committed. Nearly killing someone is very taxing after all.
>”I-I…Okay. I’ll…make something. Just, clean her up. I’ll have it ready in twenty minutes.”
“Of course, take all the time you need.”
>SNAP!
>Popping into the bathroom, It came time to deal with this thing’s little plans.
>Flipping on the water with a flick of the wrist, you turned to confront her.
>”Gleeba flabba ba?”
“Alright, let's get one thing straight. If it wasn’t clear enough, I am not your friend, or your pal, or your chum…”
>You lift her into the air with a simple lift of the finger and a levitating spell.
>”F-Fleeba!?”
“…Secondly, Don’t think I know what you’re trying…”
>The fading aura dropped it into the lukewarm bathwater.
”…So as much as you like to stay here. DON’T”
>With a snap, you set forth a torrent of overwhelming waterfall over her continuously. Depriving her of air. But, as much as you’d love the idea of having her out of your hair, you’re no killer.
>After a few seconds a flailing and gurgled screams, let the water settle and poof away the excess. Giving the thing a chance to come out gasping for precious air.
>Once again, she looks at you with the same but much more frantic, look of confusion.
>Still playing dumb eh? Fine.
>Yanking a towel off the rack, you wipe your soaking wet claws and paws dry before tossing it to the floor and looking at her up and down with disdain.
“See you downstairs.”


>Maybe it’s the water in your lungs, or the hypoxia talking. But maybe it’s time to rethink your approach.
>Shit all it took was some sweet-talking for the mismatched animal to fucking drown you.
>Atleast, that’s what you could assume.
>Who knows? Gasping for air, shakily you pulled yourself out of the tub sopping wet.
>Dripping water all over the floor you stood for a few seconds to gather your bearings.
>You needed to coordinate your next actions carefully.
>This wasn’t the same-old cartoony show you were used to back on earth.
>This was real life.
>With all the fun little tidbits and consequences with it.
>Even the most comical of decisions could have drastic effects on your wellbeing.
>Kinda like sending that one clean text to your work bud about your shitty boss. Only for it to end up with you being on an industry-wide blacklist.
>Yeah, not fun.
>No job, no money, and shitty friends.
>But, who knows? You play your cards right, and mostly you replay your whole life again, but better; That’s at worst though.
>At best, Well…who’s to define what’s best?
>So, what’s the next course of action?

>>155181
No Hablo Ingles
https://pastebin.com/AxZach57

>Running a claw through your hair, he gives you a noogie. Sending your messy mane everywhere.
“Heh, heh. Yeah.”
>”Hey you know what we can do first, as friends?”
>You expectantly wait for his answer.
>”Actually, Come, wiz, me. I’ll show you.”
>Hopping off, he beckons you to come with towards the rear of the train, where lay some of the spare coal cars.
>With a smile he opens the door towards the coal cars, allowing you to go first.
>With wavering uncertainty that’d have hairs on the back of your neck standing you go through. Anxious as to what the big reveal is.
>Stepping through, the familiar rush of cold, stinging wind greets you again, sending your hair and ears flopping in opposing wind.
>Hopefully on better terms this time.
>Hearning the slam of the door behind you, Spear walks past you while beckoning you to come with towards the dusty, black piles of fuel.
>What is he up to?
>Shviering at the sudden cold and anxious to head back inside, you ask
“S-so, what are we going to do?”
>Ignoring you, he picks up a lump of coal, analyzing it carefully and hucking it up in the air several times like a baseball.
“S-spear?”
>He looks toward you with that same sticky smile, as he holds up the coal piece.
>”Tell me, v’hat do you see bitty filly?”
>What…what kind of question is that? You’re not slow. It’s a piece of coal obviously.
>Unless it was rhetorical, but in case it wasn’t…
“A piece of coal?”
>Sudently he jumps in your face.
>”WRONG!”
>INstictively, you jump back in fear.
>Thank god you weren’t up against a rail this time.
>”It’s makeup!”
“Makeup?”
>Like cheap eyeshadow he runs it under his eye leaves a black streak on his silver coat.
>”See? Makeup”
>O…kay?
>Seeing your confused look, he hastily puts a piece in your hoof.
>”Try it!”
>heastatnly, you run it under the same spot under your eye, smiling nervously to see his response.
>Smiling, it seemed the following suit peased him.
“Now what?”
>He grabs you suddenly by the waist, taking you off guard as panic sets in.
>”Now this.”
>And although flight would be a concept entertaining and breathtaking to you if were a pegasus.
>Being tossed on a moving, open, train car was breathtakingly terrifying.
>Luckily he seemed to lack oomph your toss sending you into the pile of hard, rocky coal.
>Did you mention hard?
>Poking your head out from underneath the pile revealed a new black coat atop your typical
>”geaNIMO!”
>Above your view showed the belly of Spear as he more a less belly-flopped on top of you.
>Crushing you between him and a hard place once again.
>Managing to push away the big oaf, you come back out gasping.
>”Sorry, heh. Guess I didn’t see you.”
>With a bit of confusion and a bit of lasting terror you gave him this odd look of ‘why.’
>”v’ee need to cover our selves. I think it’s time we had a bit of fun.”
“I-I don’t…what.”
>”I think some of us are too serious, right. Let’s change that.”
>…

>>155184
>Tip toeing back to the front of the engine car, You and spear held your breaths as tensions held high.
>Everything about this plan would need to be absolutely right, else Spear, and possibly you, would be evicted from the high-moving train.
>Being a frozen comatose filly was not a fun filly.
>But you digress.
>The reward for pulling this off was too great to pass up.
>No matter the risks involved.
>Slowly and carefully, Spear pried open the steel door to the engine compartment as quietly as possible.
>To which, with a metal, rusted and fatigued door, was neigh impossible.
>Turning back to you, Spear gave you series of claw gestures, followed a nod of understanding.
>You really didn’t get what he was trying to point out, but the plan was simple enough.
>”AUUUHGHHHHH.”
>Leaping into the air, both of you tackle the dozing conductor.
>However, now she only looked to be in shock, as she watched in fear as the two mysterious creatures above her leaped on.
>”Ahhhhhh!”
>Yanking the fire iron out of the red-hot bellows of the train, Spear brought the glowing tool up to Sickle’s throat.
>”P-please, take whatever you want. O-okay, no one has to get hurt.”
>She hyperventilated as she bargained away for her life.
>”W-what is it you want, money? Gems? Food! Do you want food?”
>She gulped as You and Spear let the scenario play out.
>”A-are you f-from the five-nine? Look I promise I’ll pay you back, I just need time, Okay. I made a payment yesterday, you’re boss should k-know that.”
>Slowly, you watched as Spear slowly leaned on Sickle’s overturned body.
>”OH Gods, please No. Anything but that.”
>Her breath became rapid and uneven as the severity of the situation grew.
>Okay, this was kinda becoming not fun anymore.
>With his blackened beak next to her head, she shivered in anticipation as she grew more fearful as to what was to happen next.
>”Gotcha.”
>Most of the fear and terror in Sickle’s eyes blinked away for confusion as she looked up at the ceiling.
>”Huh? S-spear? SPEAR!”
>With world-renowned rage she quickly turned the tables by flipping Spear onto his back while he laughed his joke away.
>”AUUGGGGH, SPEAR, YOU DRAGON’S ASS! I TOLD YOU TO KNOCK THAT OFF! THAT’D I SEND YOU OFF TO SOMBRA’S TUNDRA IF YOU DID”
>”Uh uh uh, you told ME, not to. You never said to friends and me. See companies are different altogether. A lawyer back in baltimare told me so.”
>Ah damn. The colors matched what he was.
>A fuckin rat.
>With laser guided precision, she locked onto you.
>”YOU? You dragged the filly into this!?”
>”What? She seemed into it.”
>That was until how terrified she looked.
>While you got more and more rope into the argument, you smiled as awkwardly and innocently as possible.
“Heh heh heh. G-gotcha?”
>”Gotcha? GOTCHA! You asshats terrified the heavens and seven layers of hell out of me! I –huff– I honestly thought you were someone else.
>defensively, Spear held his claws up as he tried to defuse the tense air.
>”Isn’t that the point? But look it was a joke, Sickle. It’s not our fault your sour about it.”
>Running a claw into his beak she sought to push her point.
>” It isn’t bad enough that I have now TWO pranksters on board, now I have three more mouths to feed. You know we can’t afford that much food Spear!”
>Still on his back, Spear tilted his head.
>”Three more? What do you mean?”
>She pointed towards the open door of the car to reveal three blackened figures.
>With that new facts, there was a long pause. Before all Spear, Sickled, and You exclaimed.
>”WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!”
>…
>The rushing wind from outside, blew away the specs of coal off their bodies to reveal their real identities.
>The phoenix-like colors of her body revealed Tracer, and the two silver and grey like runts to be Breadcrumb and Small Fry.
>Recovering from your shock, you became the first one to speak out.
“What are you guys doing here?”
>Breadcrumb, Looking at you as if some kind of idiot was first to speak up for the trio.
>”Well Duh! Ain’t it obvious? Someone’s out to get ya, and we need to tag along to find out who?”
>Oh Celestina, this conspiracy again?
>Unaware of your conversations with the bunch, Sickled spoke up.
>”Wait, someone’s out to get you?”
“W-what, no! No one’s out to get me. And how did you guys even get on boa-“
>”Well how do you know? All you just know has someone pushed you. For all, you know it could have been a changeling.”
>Shit, shit, shit, shut the fuck up breadcrumb. She doesn’t need to hear this.
>This is supposed to be a simple drop off type scenario, no third-parties needed.
>Both Spear and Sickled, fully endowed with attention to the theories spoke out in shock.
>”Changeling!?”
>Once again, you pathetically try to quell their worries.
“N-No, no changeling. I highly doubt that it’s that.”
>”BUT somebody DID push you.”
“YES, I mean NO. I-I mean…”
>This happened so fast.
>You should have never told that gossiping bunch. Kids have horrible mouths.
>But STILL. Who’da thought, that they’d sneak on board?
>”Well?”
>An Angry Sickled stood in front of you, waiting for an explanation.
>Not so much, in an ‘I pissed at you’ sort of way, but ‘Why didn’t you tell me about this, I’m your mother’ type of way
“I-I…I…”
>Tapping away her claw, she awaiting an answer.
>Each tap intensifying your anxiety ten-fold each time.

>>155185
Aaaaand lost filly
https://pastebin.com/DtWczEeJ

Now sleep

Also.
>All These plebs picking a simple puny pony for a parental figure.
>Not choosing a superior strong griffon for superb parenting skills.
>mfw

>>155188
Nigger do you need reminding of what site you're on?

>>155176
Do you have any ideas on what I could be doing better? I'm all ears and wasn't quite sure about how I did there either.

>>155189
Why mlpol of course.
It says so right on the top bar.
>>155192
The parent tax has reached a new high with all these 'child welfare' fees
All right, enough shitposting from me.

>>155193
Then I'm sure you can figure out what we do with griffons here. shitposting is srsbsns, fite mi.

>>155194
The glorious motherland of griffons will prevail, despite your final solution
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U06jlgpMtQs
NO U

>>155195
Their kind is but a parasite, a blight to be removed when the time is right!
Taco Bell, 2 AM! FITE MI!

You know what goes great with autistic tantrums? Anon Filly.

Anon Fillies are the best fillies ever. There is no one on earth who can do fillies as good as Anon Filly. Many others have tried and failed to be as filly. You think you can filly like these fillies? Heh, get in line, colt. You'd need to get up about 12 hours earlier and spend all morning and all afternoon being filly to filly like the queens of fillies, Anon Filly.

Seriously, faggot. If being filly was the olympics these fillies would be like the Anon Filly of filly olympics. Anon Filly is the alpha and the omega of all fillies, the Filly that came first and last and shall be evermore the FIlly. They own the place now and forever. Fillies.

t. Anon Filly.

>>155153 →
We'll do that if we need help, but for now we might as well try to check the Everfree forest with Twilight's help. [ 1d100 = 9 ]

>>155180
>>155181
>>155184
You have to be the most original poster on here.

>>155183
>>155186
MULTI-FIC POSTING

>>155183
>>155186
Thanks for the updates. I made this cake for you.

>>155252
>Cornetta face
Oh god, why would you invoke that?

>>155255
Because I can

>>155252
Kek

Rolling for >>155153 → in the last bread.

"So, do you have any benign secrets, phrases, or bits of information for me to send in my letter to help confirm that I'm stuck in a loop?" [ 1d100 = 20 ]

I don't know what to feel about this.

>>155291
Yeaaah no.

>>155291
You sick fuck.

>>155291
Ignore these plebs, More when?

>>155302
Ignore this pleb.
>>155302
Never again, faggot.

Have some lewds to make up for the anthro

>>155311
>checks flag
Of course it happens to be a britcuck.

I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.

>>155311
Anon, at least make it with horse dicks.

>>155314
I wish for filly to pee on my lap

>>155314
You are but a child. Here:
>I wish for filly to be my sole source of hydration.

>>155316
Oh my God, that's hot.

>>155318
You just want an excuse to doff your pants and bathe with the filly.

>>155319
Different anon
That would come next for sure. But not before enjoying it a little first.

>>155183
>>155186
You're a godsend, filly. Keep doing great work.

>>155291
I don't think anyone realizes this milestone.
You've literally made the first filly anthro piece ever, filly.

>>155323
Which is a fucking terrible think, fag. We all know.

>>155324
Yeah yeah I get it you don't like anthro oooh nooo so ebil.
I don't give a shit. I'm no fan of anthro, but even I can appreciate that, fuck off you faggot filly.

>>155292
>>155293
>>155294
>>155295
>>155296
>>155298
>>155299
>>155300
>>155325
>>155324
>>155323
>>155303
>>155301
It's an image you absolute faggots

Save her, Anon. Save her.

>>155291
>get turned into a filly
>filly gets turned into an anthro
Honestly id just be glad to have my hands back.

>>155327
I was memeing

>>155333
>Lazy cheaters
>Master race
Yeah, no, if not for all the hard working erf poners Equestria would have fallen long ago
Also dem hips is a great bonus

>>155327
>Taking everything seriously
You need to go back

>>155333
Ew. While I respect your digits, good sir, I do believe your taste is shit. Pegasus filly is the bees knees as it were.

Mud fillies.

Y'all are lame.

Alicorn fillies for those godly hips and chestfluff.

Anonfilly with wings would be the worse than any pigeon.

>>155339
>strong
>fast
>magic
Truly the Aryan of ponies.

>>155341
>>155339
Also a Mary Sue unless handled very carefully. The point of filly is that she's smol and vulnerable.

>>155342
Blessed
I loved it.

>>155342
D'awwwwhahaha

>>155342
Top kek

>>155342
Adorbs and Keks were had.

>>155343
True, flurry heart is worst marry sue in the show.

>>155342
Amazing

Hokay, time for your regularly scheduled recap!

Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G
(A second paste should be created after this thread, because we are very close to 512 KB)

>You are Anonymous, or Anon for short.
>A couple of weeks ago, you were a relatively normal horsefucker, living with his dad and working at Value Village because you aren't really good at anything and you dropped out of college.
>Then you got transported to Equestria overnight and became a filly.
>And now you're living with Twilight, another human-turned-filly who used to be a CIA analyst.
>She doesn't take things as well as you do, and likes to drink to forget that she's a horse.
>For the past several days, you've had to deal with her complain every morning about not drinking when she has magic research to do the next day.
>She doesn't actually have a drinking problem though; you're in a time loop.
>You are right now meeting with Princess Celestia about how you have no idea what to do when the loop resets in about 20-30 minutes.
>You want to tell her, "see you in the next thread", but breaking the fourth wall is why the author decided to put you in this situation in the first place.
>Of course, your gut is telling you that this has nothing to do with how you're supposed to get out.

Rolled 92
>>155351
Tell her "hello to you from the next thread" instead then ^:)

>>155342
kek, that's some good shit my dude

>>155351
Since we still have time, ask Celestia and Twi what they think about variations in the loops that seem independent of your actions, specifically, Rarity bringing a different lunch. That is, if I'm remembering that correctly. [ 1d100 = 50 ]

>>155351
>Reuben is so autistic he has to label his images as jokes so he'll remember himself
Unsurprising.

>>155359

Every file gets a name, and I try to make accurate name decisions when possible.

>>155361
You'd say that, wouldn't you? Heh its less of a joke and more of a gag anyways.

>>155342
Cleaned up the first two

No update tonight.

I have done nothing productive all day.

>>155381
me neither.

>>155311
Now hold on, hold on everyone.Before you all judge I think he’s onto something here.

>>155384
what he's on to is HERESY!

>>155385
>>155385
I think you’re missing the point, sir.
Let me point it out for you

CREAM. FILLED. FILLY

>>155386
And you're missing the point that it's HERESY.

>>155387
It’s a part of myself I’m willing to lose.

>>155388
then go lose it on a site that accepts your slaaneshi griffon-fucking ways.

>>155389
as another anon, i agree you're missing the point
who fucking cares if it's griffon stuff, i know one of you fuckers here are gonna be all over that cat bird cock as the filly
but its lewd, and its more filly, so fuck off

>>155390
I should've been a bit more obvious with the fact that I was shitposting.

>>155389
Filly Filling is filly filling, no matter who’s doing it.
Why should filly limit herself? The end result with a colt is the same: a full filly.

>>155391
The term is fun Fun-posting.
It’s a condition only fulfilled by shitposting + sleeping time hours + sleeping mods.

>>155393
but the mods here are cool, we're allowed to shitpost whenever!

>>155391
o-oh yeah? well your MOM's shitposting!

>>155395
that means that your mom's a FAGET!

>>155394
But living on the edge, no rules, no man to hold us down despite being chill, in anarchial society, it’s a thrilling experience that defines fun-posting

>>155397
but where's the thrill in doing something considered wrong when the ones in charge don't care if you do it or not?

>>155396
This is Anon's mom, please quit your shit or I'll walk over there and beat your filly ass raw i fuckin sweartocelestiaILLFUCKYOUUPFILLY

>>155399
Come at me you purple bitch, I bet you haven't even SEEN a taco bell let alone fight someone in it!

>>155398
The perception of the slight everlasting appearance of liberation. No matter how small or insignificant.

>>155401
I've seen more than you can even believe, you little shit!
No need to tell me where you are, I'll find out.
I always do.

>>155403
I'm behind seven proxies, I'd like to see you try!

>>155404
That electronic stuff can't stop the magic of friendship from helping me beat your ass!
Just you wait, filly…

>>155406
how about the magic of your mouth on my dick, you're the most useless princess since candyass!

>>155407
H-HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT MY SISTER IN LAW LIKE THAT
I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY, FILLY!

>>155408
fgt

Mama Chryssi

Are there any comfy or sweet Anonfilly stories with Celestia in it? Twilight is also okay.

>>155508
"Okay, but you better not be trying to trick me like your brother did."

>>155513
What are you, gay?

>>155529
>Not wanting to be tricked into the gay
What a homo

>>155559
man, nerd filly is a fuckin slut

>>155559
W-wew

>>155363
Perfect.

>ywn bring the whole anonfilly thread into the world with your filly
why live

"i brought you into this world filly!"
>"FUCK YOU YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!"
silence
>"my REAL dad!"
thinking intensifies
>"MY OTHER REAL DAD FUCK YOU!"

>>155577
Kek

That'd be a lot of babbies

>>155579
>ywn be an anon baby factory as the filly
why live

>>155583
Ywn make filly a baby factory.

>>155584
why live indeed…

>>155585
I-I want to fuck that filly…

>>155586
it's what i-she wants too, anon

"Hello to you from the next thread."

Celestia looks even more confused and turns to Twilight to see if she can make any sense of your random response. Her response is a shrug.

<<"Anon, by chance, did you repeat this exact same sequence of events twice, with this being the only difference between the two 'threads'?"

"I'll leave that to your imagination. Really though, I have no idea what I'm going to do during the next loop. Maybe I will return to Canterlot for no other reason than to confuse you. While I still have time though, do you think you could answer a question?"

<<"I suppose."

"My first and second loops were pretty damn similar in how they went about, up until about lunch time. I noticed the second time around, my friend Rarity had a completely different choice of lunch, eating huckleberry pie instead of sushi. I'm pretty sure my actions could not have influenced that decision, since I didn't interact with her before she arrived at school."

<<"Did you interact with anyone else?"

"Err… Twilight and one other guy, I think."

<<"Did that other guy know your friend?"

"Well, he's in our class and he was late to class, while she wasn't. I don't think he could have influenced her."

<<"Hmm… then that is an interesting concern. There could be yet another looper in the mix that you don't know about."

>"Or it could just be the butterfly effect. If Rarity made her choice at random, even an infinitesimally small change in the state of the universe, such as the sight of a butterfly outside her window that was not there before, might have swayed her mind."

"Yeah, but how could that have even been possible? I'm pretty sure I didn't step on any butterflies, or even see any."

>"We live in a tree house. There are no doubt a few small insects that come in and out of the house. They have eyes, and can tell where we are, and make their decisions based upon that information. If you were in different rooms at different times during the loops, you might have influenced their behavior differently. And one insect influences another, which may influence another. Did you by chance skip breakfast?"

>>155559
Hating griffins and ziggers is a meme and has been since /mlp/. Even though the only Zebra we've ever seen on the show is a decent, upstanding Equestrian citizen and the griffins, unlike jews, can be cured of their inherent sociopathy.

>>155608
did we skip breakfast?

>>155588
Checked.

>>155608
We might have, but we get it, butterfly effect something something slightest change in the existential equation leads to wild and unpredictable changes in the world. [ 1d100 = 70 ]

>>155363
Nore, you make the cutest babbies. Anon is such a good big sister partially due to babby sharing her bottles with her Twilight will never find out about this and offer to nurse you too So why live?

>>155624
"Mom? I'm hungry."

>>155678
*cough*

>>155681
>he doesn't know about horse puberty
If she isn't blank, you can tap that flank.

>>155619
>spoiler
w-wew. I like that idea.

Personally, I'd be taking something else as well

>>155738
Y-yeah

Filly playing on world cup when?

>>155798
filly masturbating on the world cup when?

>>155798
Filly knows how to flop like a pro.

>>155789
Cute is killing me

>>155851
I wish to be the comfy filly.

>>155851
i want to snuggle the filly.

>>155856
I want to be the filly being snuggled. A-and maybe have m-my hooves held…

>>155862
>spoiler
You sick bastard! C-can I be the one to hold them?

>>155862
get the hell out of here you sick fuck

>>155862
ok anon but you're the little spoon. id hold the fuck out of those hooves.

>>155856
I want the filly to feel Non-sexually loved.

>>155878
Like I'm going to make you feel?

>>155866
>>155870
fite fite fite!

>>155879
>>155879
SaDNeSs Is My HaPpInEsS

>>155882
That's because you've never had someone to let a little love into your life… A few long hugs and some gentle brushing would fix that. I used to be in the same spot, y'know.

>>155884
W E W
E
W

>>155884
I-I'm not that kind of filly, Anon!

>>155888
your my filly.
>>155890
nah m8, thats not how it works.
>pic related

>>155890
>>155892
G-guys, no fighting!

>>155890
YOUVE UPSET THE FILLY!!
>>155898
its ok poner. dont cry.

>>155899
no u
>>155898
It's okay, filly. Have a hug to feel better.

>>155851
>>155853
>>155856
I want to be the filly and have comfy snuggles with another filly.

>>155904
It's a damn shame that those aren't fluffy fillies

>>155904
I also want to be the filly and have comfy snuggles with another filly.

>>155903
your mom gey!

>>155906
>>155904
Me too!
W-would another be fine?

>>155908
Fug, pic was meant for >>155900

C-can I have comfy snuggles too?

>>155907
no u!

>>155912
Why do you do this, Anon?

>>155914
i only bully my Little fillies is because i love them.

>>155903
>>155899
Th-thanks…
Okay look though, i-if you want me to be your filly, you'll have to be alright with a few things…
Like loving me unconditionally, m-maybe carrying me around, lewding me on daily basis-multiple times a day, l-letting me be your cute daughteru, having me dress up in cute things, t-taking me on walks with a collar, frequent snuggles, kisses and headpats, telling me you love me a lot…O-oh, and m-maybe… massaging my hooves a lot…

>>155916
Wew, filly!

>>155916
Alright, but I hope you're also alright with boops for being such a good little filly.

>>155608

"Umm, I think I might have. I get your point though."

>"Good. And now that we know how effective the butterfly effect can be, I'm pretty sure I'm never going to research any time travel spells in the future if I can at all avoid it."

"And based on my experiences thus far, I think I'd rather avoid it too. Not that you learning this lesson yourself will mean anything soon enough. Not unless this timeline magically solves itself "

>"Gah, you're right. Well if I have any amazing epiphanies in the next few minutes, be a dear and tell my alternate self what it was?"

"I'll see what I can do."

<<"Anon, seeing as you're going to be leaving any minute now, would you care for some tea?"

"Sure, why not."

The three of you head back into the kitchen and enjoy one last cup of tea. Not surprisingly, Celestia knows how to make a damn good cup. As she puts it, Earl Grey is the one flavor she can count on tasting absolutely perfect when she isn't sure if the world is going to end that day. It tastes strangely familiar. It is only when you finish the last of your cup and the world fades to black once more that you realize why. This was the same tea she served you the day you got your cutie mark.

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

>>155941
kek, poor filly
just how id act tbh

>>155945
>Public education system
Wouldn't we all?

>>155935
At least you don't have to remember the time loop Diana Rose Fischer. [ 1d100 = 97 ]

>>155941
It'd be easy, you wouldn't be up to algebra yet. All you need to know is history and some magic theory.

>>155954
so what, it lasts 8 hours and you're stuck with fuckin other kids, screw that
id rather stay home and get fat on ice cream

>>155181
What do you all think is the best way to go about dealing with a jealous, territorial Discord? While trying to achieve other goals of course.

>>155951
God bless Aussie shitposting.

>You are Anon, and this paper is boring as fuck.
>Are children writing these articles or something?
>Seriously, who advertises the fact that their cock is four inches erect?
>Goddamn you hate children.
>…
>Oh no.
>Something is knocking at the glass.
>Carefully setting the paper in the fireplace, you get up out of your comfy armchair.
>Sitting there is a small green filly, tears streaming down her face.
>Goddamn, she's fucking filthy.
>Streaks of mud matted throughout her fur almost make you turn her away until you notice the tears in her eyes.
>Goddamn it…
>Grabbing a towel, you slide open the door a bit.
"Password?"
>"Um… Jews did 9/11?"
>Well, she's the real deal alright.
>As you scoop her up with the towel, you can't help but catch a glimpse of those deep emerald-green eyes.
>…Andthe multiple cuts under her fur.
>Goddamn it, this was gonna be more of an affair than just a bath…
>Setting her down on the bathmat, you start the water.
>Keep it just hot enough to dislodge the mud, you hoist her up into the tub with a bit of squirming.
>With the showerhead concentrated on hers, her black mane quickly becomes completely visible.
>As you move if off, she just shakes her head and mouthes 'no.'
"Yeah, you might not enjoy this…"
>Turning the head to one of the higher-intensity settings, you begin to spray down her legs and back, open cuts and all.
>She merely winces slightly, but recoils when she sees you reaching for the shampoo.
>Jesus Christ.
"I know it's not going to be fun, but we need to get these all cleaned out. You don't want them to get infected, do you?"
>"N-no…"
"Then hold still, It won't take too long."
>She whimpers as you build up a good lather in her mane, suds of soap and shiny flecks of mica floating down the drain alike.
>As you get to the affected areas she begins to tear up, very clearly trying not to outright start wailing based on her composure.
>Stroking her mane almost without realizing it, you quietly hush her.
>Your neighbors would kill you if they heard anything make so much as a peep out of the norm.
>Finishing with the last leg and her back, you move onto her tail
>She'd probably enjoy it if she weren't already so worked up.
>Scooping the filly up with two hands around her barrel, you hug her up against her chest momentarily while you free up a hand to grab a fresh towel.
>Sitting her down on the bathmat, you soon have her dried off.
"Can you walk well?"
>"Y-yes."
"Then do. We're going to talk this mess out in the living room."
>Once you get her there you scoop her up, of course.
>…how the hell else are you going to patch her up?
>Squeezing out a glob of ointment onto an adhesive bandage, you realize that if you don't initiate conversation with this little faggot nobody else will.
"You can stay here until the storm dies down. After that, where do I take you?"
>"I-I don't know…"
"The hell do you mean?"
>It's clear you've hit a vein as she begins to tear up again.
>"I-I… he threw me out in the rain, told me never to come back…"
>Fucking…
"I don't want to go back to the orphanage…"
>She's really taken on the part, clearly…
>When they first started showing up, you read a lot about them, how they acted like children in some ways but seemed to mostly have the minds of adults…
"You can stay-"
>"Thank-"
"For one night, while I find out what to do with you."
>Her ears fall at that, but she nods.
>It almost breaks your heart…
>Or rather it would if you weren't a stonefaced man who only felt anger and lust.
>You leave the filly on your couch as you go to prepare a meal.
>In the time it takes you to slap condiments and soy-meat on bread, she's fast asleep.
>Heh, kinda cute…
>…
>Fuck it.
>You leave the meal on the couch and walk out the door.
>By the time you're back, she's already scarfed down the sandwich and it's getting late.
>You usher her into your room because the couch isn't very comfortable for sleeping on.
>Picking her up, you see her beginning to slip off once more.
"Hey, I have a surprise for you. Can you read these papers?"
>"I-I'm so tired…"
>Guess not.
"Well, do you know of the term 'legal guardian?'"
>Her ears perk up at that.
"Yep. You're too damn cute to leave in the dregs."
>"T-thank you, mister…"
"Just call me dad."
>"Thank you dad…"
"Least I could do. Now how about you repay me with some fluffy hugs?"
>"O-okay!"
>As you feel the warm legs wrap about halfway around your chest, you know for sure you've made the right choice.

>>155964
>ywn find a cute loving daughteru outside your door
just fuck my shit up filly

>>155964
Cute.