>Spoonfeed me. What's this thread about?
This thread typically consists of Anon gone filly, as he's thrust into a new life as a cute little pony.
>What's to be expected?
Fillies, cuteness, Anon-tier shenanigans, bitchy Twilight, desires to be the little filly, etc..
>Any archive of photos or stories?
Dropbox (Photos):
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/h46ituoalc71wp9/AACmTe3H8s10ArK3-5Q_3juqa?dl=0
Stories:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BP6aPchH3lGIRdzd78IWykMCXuKLrNABi6bxZGVTy9c/edit
>I'm a contributor.
Great! For writers, just notify All Nighter Fgt, so you can have your green to the Doc. For artists, animators, or any other content makers, you can store your fillies in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure.
>I don't like this thread because of reasons.
You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly.
>Ghouls goblins and fillies, the green trinity of All Hallows Eve...
Old-mare Thread: >>175220 →
/mlpol/ - My Little Politics
Archived thread
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so much for getting an update out last thread... Oh well, I'm sure this hasn't hurt my standing any more than my current absence has.
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Why is there no filly version of brodyquest? We've got more than enough history to pull it off. Pic unrelated.
Anonymous
No.179043
Anonymous
No.179045
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>>179035
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
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
Anonymous
No.179115
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>>179035
I just noticed the question mark pumpkin stem
This is too cute
Help
It's like spiderfilly all over again
I just noticed the question mark pumpkin stem
This is too cute
Help
It's like spiderfilly all over again
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Anonymous
No.179127
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>Another day.
>I'd just finished sitting through another of those etiquette classes by Celestia's hot nerd assistant.
>No, not Twilight. The one in the glasses.
>I'd made my apology, as agreed upon, but damn if it wasn't tough to behave.
>I kicked closed the door to the pink hell of a bedroom I'd been assigned, then flopped on the bed.
"Ugh. Wouldn't be as bad if I could figure out how to flick the bean. Nowhere near that flexible."
>"Why would you want to flick the bean? Couldn't you just eat it?"
>I bolted from my bed at the unexpected voice.
>"What kind of bean is it, anyways? *gasp!* Is it garbanzo? I hope it's garbanzo. It's the most fun bean to say. Garrrrrbannnnzzzzzoooooo..."
>Pinkie. Truly, the most camouflaged pony for such a room.
"Hello, Pank. Don't worry about it. Just a euphemism. Didn't you leave?"
>"Nopey dopey! What sort of friend would I be if I just left while you were still adjusting to such a huuuuuge change?"
>I found myself wrapped up in a hug and somehow back on the bed.
>Fucking physics murdering pony...
>"So what kind of euphemism? You always had fun ones!"
"Er... you know... stroking the kitten?"
>"You've got a kitten? Did Fluttershy give it to you?"
"No and no. Um. Spreading the valley? Probing one's depths? Rubbing the pink pearl?"
>She fluttered her eyelashes and tilted her head.
>Was she fucking with me?
"...shlicking?"
>Still nothing.
>I felt my face fall into a flat expression, with my wings shifting slightly in the earth pony's grip.
"Masturbation. I was referring to touching oneself in a lewd manner."
>"Oh!"
>She giggled and gave another squeeze in the hug, rubbing her cheek into my mane.
>"Don't be such a silly filly. You're too young to do something like that to yourself."
"I'm a grown-ass man, d-"
>"You should find a GOOD friend to help you out instead!"
"-ammit! Why do ponies keep-- Wait, what?"
>I felt a hoof making small circles on my stomach as the pink party pony looked down at me with eyes that betrayed lewd intentions far too much to belong on Pinkie's face.
>It certainly felt a bit too hot in the room.
>Especially on my face.
>Yep. Just the room temperature and certainly not anything else.
"Uh... I... uh... need an adult?"
>She let out a titter.
>"I am an adult! ...and so are you, as you keep saying..."
>She bumped her nose against me.
>I could feel that she was starting to breathe deeper.
>"Just two... adult friends... helping each other out."
>That pink hoof drifted even lower as she moved in to whisper directly into my ear.
>"... Wanna have a super-special, one-on-one Pinkie Pie Party?"
>She bit that ear, and my wings snapped to full extension.
>Before I could stammer out a reply I could hear large, metal-shod hooves approaching down the hall.
>"Emerald Da~awn, may Mommy come in?"
>The doorknob started turning, accompanied by the hum of magic.
>I fell to the bed, heart still racing.
>"Hiya, Princess Celestia!"
>"Hello, Pinkie. Good to see you as always, but I wasn't expecting to meet you here. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
>The pink one was all the way across the room.
>"Well, it looked like AnEmeraldDawnymous was feeling a little under the weather, so I decided to help cheer her up!"
>There was a slight falter in the solar smile as the princess glanced my way.
>"She... does look a bit flushed. Are you feeling okay, my little sunshine?"
>"I bet she just needs a bit of rest and some love and care."
>Pinkie's brows bobbed while Celestia was turned away.
>"I was just about to go and get some soup for her, and maybe some pie later if she felt like it. Maybe you could look after her while I go get that?"
>"A wonderful idea, my little pony. You do that, and I'll tend to my daughter."
>Pinkie bobbled her head in the affirmative, then turned to pronk toward the door.
>As Celestia walked over to feel my forehead with a hoof, Pinkie paused in the doorway.
>The earth pony looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out of her smiling mouth.
>She gave a wink, then bounced away.
>...and not with her eyes.
>"She really is a considerate pony, isn't she? Are you feeling okay?"
"I... uh... must've overworked myself. Yeah. She's a... good friend."
>As Princess Celestia fussed over me, I noticed a little card left on the bed.
>(You're Invited!)
>(Where: Pinkie's Room!)
>(When: Tonight!)
>(What: (You)!)
>I shuffled the card under the covers as I 'got more comfortable'.
>The heat on my face didn't leave for a long time.
>I'd just finished sitting through another of those etiquette classes by Celestia's hot nerd assistant.
>No, not Twilight. The one in the glasses.
>I'd made my apology, as agreed upon, but damn if it wasn't tough to behave.
>I kicked closed the door to the pink hell of a bedroom I'd been assigned, then flopped on the bed.
"Ugh. Wouldn't be as bad if I could figure out how to flick the bean. Nowhere near that flexible."
>"Why would you want to flick the bean? Couldn't you just eat it?"
>I bolted from my bed at the unexpected voice.
>"What kind of bean is it, anyways? *gasp!* Is it garbanzo? I hope it's garbanzo. It's the most fun bean to say. Garrrrrbannnnzzzzzoooooo..."
>Pinkie. Truly, the most camouflaged pony for such a room.
"Hello, Pank. Don't worry about it. Just a euphemism. Didn't you leave?"
>"Nopey dopey! What sort of friend would I be if I just left while you were still adjusting to such a huuuuuge change?"
>I found myself wrapped up in a hug and somehow back on the bed.
>Fucking physics murdering pony...
>"So what kind of euphemism? You always had fun ones!"
"Er... you know... stroking the kitten?"
>"You've got a kitten? Did Fluttershy give it to you?"
"No and no. Um. Spreading the valley? Probing one's depths? Rubbing the pink pearl?"
>She fluttered her eyelashes and tilted her head.
>Was she fucking with me?
"...shlicking?"
>Still nothing.
>I felt my face fall into a flat expression, with my wings shifting slightly in the earth pony's grip.
"Masturbation. I was referring to touching oneself in a lewd manner."
>"Oh!"
>She giggled and gave another squeeze in the hug, rubbing her cheek into my mane.
>"Don't be such a silly filly. You're too young to do something like that to yourself."
"I'm a grown-ass man, d-"
>"You should find a GOOD friend to help you out instead!"
"-ammit! Why do ponies keep-- Wait, what?"
>I felt a hoof making small circles on my stomach as the pink party pony looked down at me with eyes that betrayed lewd intentions far too much to belong on Pinkie's face.
>It certainly felt a bit too hot in the room.
>Especially on my face.
>Yep. Just the room temperature and certainly not anything else.
"Uh... I... uh... need an adult?"
>She let out a titter.
>"I am an adult! ...and so are you, as you keep saying..."
>She bumped her nose against me.
>I could feel that she was starting to breathe deeper.
>"Just two... adult friends... helping each other out."
>That pink hoof drifted even lower as she moved in to whisper directly into my ear.
>"... Wanna have a super-special, one-on-one Pinkie Pie Party?"
>She bit that ear, and my wings snapped to full extension.
>Before I could stammer out a reply I could hear large, metal-shod hooves approaching down the hall.
>"Emerald Da~awn, may Mommy come in?"
>The doorknob started turning, accompanied by the hum of magic.
>I fell to the bed, heart still racing.
>"Hiya, Princess Celestia!"
>"Hello, Pinkie. Good to see you as always, but I wasn't expecting to meet you here. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
>The pink one was all the way across the room.
>"Well, it looked like AnEmeraldDawnymous was feeling a little under the weather, so I decided to help cheer her up!"
>There was a slight falter in the solar smile as the princess glanced my way.
>"She... does look a bit flushed. Are you feeling okay, my little sunshine?"
>"I bet she just needs a bit of rest and some love and care."
>Pinkie's brows bobbed while Celestia was turned away.
>"I was just about to go and get some soup for her, and maybe some pie later if she felt like it. Maybe you could look after her while I go get that?"
>"A wonderful idea, my little pony. You do that, and I'll tend to my daughter."
>Pinkie bobbled her head in the affirmative, then turned to pronk toward the door.
>As Celestia walked over to feel my forehead with a hoof, Pinkie paused in the doorway.
>The earth pony looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out of her smiling mouth.
>She gave a wink, then bounced away.
>...and not with her eyes.
>"She really is a considerate pony, isn't she? Are you feeling okay?"
"I... uh... must've overworked myself. Yeah. She's a... good friend."
>As Princess Celestia fussed over me, I noticed a little card left on the bed.
>(You're Invited!)
>(Where: Pinkie's Room!)
>(When: Tonight!)
>(What: (You)!)
>I shuffled the card under the covers as I 'got more comfortable'.
>The heat on my face didn't leave for a long time.
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>>179132
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpqmoBYkQfc
If you saw Pinkie in this position (pic related) what would you do?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpqmoBYkQfc
If you saw Pinkie in this position (pic related) what would you do?
>>179140
I would probably snuggle up beside her, and then I'd nap with her all night long.
How did I fall so far?
I would probably snuggle up beside her, and then I'd nap with her all night long.
How did I fall so far?
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I want to hold hooves with Anonfilly
Anonymous
No.179148
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Reuben
No.179152
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I am physically exhausted and overworked, but fuck it, let's go for a recap and an update today!
Pastebin Part 1: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G
Pastebin Part 2: https://pastebin.com/CuNuktSQ
>You are Anon Filly.
>Like every other Anon Filly, you're a cute green filly who was once an Anon.
>Unlike every other Anon Filly, you have psychic powers.
>You also have friends under the same circumstances.
>One of these is filly Twilight, who used to be a CIA analyst and a mother of three.
>The whole lot of you have basically taken the place of existing ponies in Equestria, and through one of your dreams, you've learned that the ponies you've replaced are basically chilling on the astral plane.
>This fact, combined with a looming changeling invasion, has you now pursuing a strange clone of yourself that appeared just after the termination of a time loop.
>What you can't shake off is her uncanny ability to know when you're watching her.
>You are now in the house of a swamp village pony named Baked Goods, having just learned of a quick way to get to Baltimare, where you think your clone might be headed next.
Pastebin Part 1: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G
Pastebin Part 2: https://pastebin.com/CuNuktSQ
>You are Anon Filly.
>Like every other Anon Filly, you're a cute green filly who was once an Anon.
>Unlike every other Anon Filly, you have psychic powers.
>You also have friends under the same circumstances.
>One of these is filly Twilight, who used to be a CIA analyst and a mother of three.
>The whole lot of you have basically taken the place of existing ponies in Equestria, and through one of your dreams, you've learned that the ponies you've replaced are basically chilling on the astral plane.
>This fact, combined with a looming changeling invasion, has you now pursuing a strange clone of yourself that appeared just after the termination of a time loop.
>What you can't shake off is her uncanny ability to know when you're watching her.
>You are now in the house of a swamp village pony named Baked Goods, having just learned of a quick way to get to Baltimare, where you think your clone might be headed next.
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Without saying yes or no to Baked Goods' suggestion, you immediately grab a blanket and fall back asleep on the couch. It is way too fucking early, and Twilight can handle the particulars. Moreover, you've got a clone to spy on.
. . .
You are on a small wooden cabin boat sailing down a wide river. In the distance on both sides, you can see an endless expanse of bright green trees, illuminated by the sunrise in the distance. On the bow of the ship is an old brown stallion sporting a white beard, a long blue coat, a pipe, and of all things, glasses. There is an annoyingly bright glare off the corner of his glasses from the light of the morning sun, and you instinctively shut your eyes upon seeing it.
Your eyes stay shut. Someone is keeping them like that.
"What do you want, Anon? Why can't you leave me alone?"
. . .
You are on a small wooden cabin boat sailing down a wide river. In the distance on both sides, you can see an endless expanse of bright green trees, illuminated by the sunrise in the distance. On the bow of the ship is an old brown stallion sporting a white beard, a long blue coat, a pipe, and of all things, glasses. There is an annoyingly bright glare off the corner of his glasses from the light of the morning sun, and you instinctively shut your eyes upon seeing it.
Your eyes stay shut. Someone is keeping them like that.
"What do you want, Anon? Why can't you leave me alone?"
>>179154
I mean, she's running around looking exactly like us, you'd figure that one would be obvious. [1d100 = 31]
I mean, she's running around looking exactly like us, you'd figure that one would be obvious. [1d100 = 31]
"Hey Twilight."
>"Yeah?"
"Isn't it kinda weird that I have a belly button?"
>"..."
"I mean, I was never a fetus, so there's no reason for me to have one."
>"...You're right, it's not anatomically correct. Let's fix that."
"Woah woah, I don't want it REMOVED, I just thought it was weird."
>"Who said anything about removing it?"
>her face when
>"Yeah?"
"Isn't it kinda weird that I have a belly button?"
>"..."
"I mean, I was never a fetus, so there's no reason for me to have one."
>"...You're right, it's not anatomically correct. Let's fix that."
"Woah woah, I don't want it REMOVED, I just thought it was weird."
>"Who said anything about removing it?"
>her face when
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Anonymous
No.179162
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>>179106
What the fuck even is this pasta
Like don't you people unironically want to be turned into the little filly so you can be loved or "loved" by people from /mlpol/ or you yourself love 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 pasta on /mlpol/ I mean it combines fucking doggo memes, faggotry, M O M M Y I S S U E S and/or denial of M O M M Y I S S U E S and whatever other autism you might have and Tbh I gagged a lil bit upon discovering this pasta
Please consider psychiatric help and reevaluate your life of you unironically post this pasta and don't want to be the filly
What the fuck even is this pasta
Like don't you people unironically want to be turned into the little filly so you can be loved or "loved" by people from /mlpol/ or you yourself love 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 pasta on /mlpol/ I mean it combines fucking doggo memes, faggotry, M O M M Y I S S U E S and/or denial of M O M M Y I S S U E S and whatever other autism you might have and Tbh I gagged a lil bit upon discovering this pasta
Please consider psychiatric help and reevaluate your life of you unironically post this pasta and don't want to be the filly
Anonymous
No.179163
>>179155
Rolling for us to communicate this thought to the clone/changeling/whatever it is. [1d100 = 11]
Rolling for us to communicate this thought to the clone/changeling/whatever it is. [1d100 = 11]
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Anonfilly and FloorB go trick or treating.
Anonymous
No.179172
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>>179191
What if all ponies actually look like this and in MLP there's just a filter to make them look more humanish?
Would you still a horse?
What if all ponies actually look like this and in MLP there's just a filter to make them look more humanish?
Would you still a horse?
Anonymous
No.179197
>>179193
Absolutely, if god didn't want us fucking horses, he wouldn't have made them literally perfect.
Absolutely, if god didn't want us fucking horses, he wouldn't have made them literally perfect.
Anonymous
No.179218
Anonymous
No.179219
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Anonymous
No.179227
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Anonymous
No.179239
>>179262
You can almost count this one, League is a recurring character.
https://pastebin.com/sGSfXRXL
You can almost count this one, League is a recurring character.
https://pastebin.com/sGSfXRXL
Anonymous
No.179301
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Anonymous
No.179303
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Anonymous
No.179305
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Anonymous
No.179308
>>179154
"Identity theft is a serious crime! Also, if we're going to be running around looking exactly like each other, shouldn't we meet up to make sure that one doesn't screw the other over?"
[1d100 = 23]
"Identity theft is a serious crime! Also, if we're going to be running around looking exactly like each other, shouldn't we meet up to make sure that one doesn't screw the other over?"
[1d100 = 23]
Anonymous
No.179316
>>179279
Literally took me 128 lines to realise this was just lone15's story
I was wondering if i'd read this before
Literally took me 128 lines to realise this was just lone15's story
I was wondering if i'd read this before
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>>179154
What kind of moron is she? She's running around in your body, shouldn't it be obvious?
"On the contrary Anon, it is you who are running around in my body?"
Wait what? How did she...
"Read your inner monologue? Same way you can see through my eyes."
Okay, but that doesn't explain what she means by...
"My body? Take a guess."
Alright, clearly she isn't a changeling.
"Very good, but could you mind not referring to me in the third person, and yourself in the second? That's very annoying. It's like you've got some other pony talking in your head."
And she'd be... err, YOU are half right about that. I've got a hoof full of voices in my head and you're only scratching the surface thoughts. But I'm going to have to disappoint you in case you feel like changing the channel, because the last time I let them interact directly with a pony, I got sent into a time loop.
"Oh the time loop. That was fun. I especially loved the part where I made you talk in your sleep. I think you know what happened next."
Fuck you.
"Can you guess who I am yet?"
What kind of moron is she? She's running around in your body, shouldn't it be obvious?
"On the contrary Anon, it is you who are running around in my body?"
Wait what? How did she...
"Read your inner monologue? Same way you can see through my eyes."
Okay, but that doesn't explain what she means by...
"My body? Take a guess."
Alright, clearly she isn't a changeling.
"Very good, but could you mind not referring to me in the third person, and yourself in the second? That's very annoying. It's like you've got some other pony talking in your head."
And she'd be... err, YOU are half right about that. I've got a hoof full of voices in my head and you're only scratching the surface thoughts. But I'm going to have to disappoint you in case you feel like changing the channel, because the last time I let them interact directly with a pony, I got sent into a time loop.
"Oh the time loop. That was fun. I especially loved the part where I made you talk in your sleep. I think you know what happened next."
Fuck you.
"Can you guess who I am yet?"
Anonymous
No.179320
>>179318
How the fuck did Ajna get out of the Astral Plane? Is she from the future? Will we ever refer to ourselves in the first person in our head? Not likely, keep doing it to annoy her. Tell her that as a former human, we still have our predatory instinct where we just follow prey until they're too tired to keep running and that if she wants us to stop, we're gonna need a hell of a good reason. [1d100 = 28]
How the fuck did Ajna get out of the Astral Plane? Is she from the future? Will we ever refer to ourselves in the first person in our head? Not likely, keep doing it to annoy her. Tell her that as a former human, we still have our predatory instinct where we just follow prey until they're too tired to keep running and that if she wants us to stop, we're gonna need a hell of a good reason. [1d100 = 28]
Anonymous
No.179328
>>179318
So, is she gonna stop being a little bitch, or are we gonna have to chase her to the ends of the Earth? We don't really have anywhere better to be. [1d100 = 23]
So, is she gonna stop being a little bitch, or are we gonna have to chase her to the ends of the Earth? We don't really have anywhere better to be. [1d100 = 23]
Anonymous
No.179336
>>179318
A massive faggot and she can expect to receive an exclusive tour of Daring Do's more exotic fetishes.
[1d100 = 25]
A massive faggot and she can expect to receive an exclusive tour of Daring Do's more exotic fetishes.
[1d100 = 25]
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MsPaint™ Filly™
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>>179357
its a work computer that isnt mine personally, didnt want to save it on the system since it all gets backed up into the servers
its a work computer that isnt mine personally, didnt want to save it on the system since it all gets backed up into the servers
Anonymous
No.179381
File (): C40E0A9B77BEB6247258ABD62F7C3061-111653.png (109.0 KB, 778x891, 1002132.png)
>When all the ponies keep calling you cute
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Anonymous
No.179404
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Qt from derpibooru
If you got turned into a filly and had to live at Twilight's castle or treebrarythen do you think she'd be okay with you listening to your favourite music really loud in your room so long as it's not in the middle of the night?
>>179435
>implying you would actually listen to your favourite music and not supid shit like Pink Guy or MC Vagina to piss of purple
>implying you would actually listen to your favourite music and not supid shit like Pink Guy or MC Vagina to piss of purple
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Anonymous
No.179448
>>179435
In a library, probably not. But if the castle is large enough, maybe. Or just put magic soundproofing on your room.
In a library, probably not. But if the castle is large enough, maybe. Or just put magic soundproofing on your room.
Anonymous
No.179456
>>179446
If you mean the image its self, no its too abstract. There's no filly bits or anything lewd.
If you mean the head cannon it inspires, hold my beer.
If you mean the image its self, no its too abstract. There's no filly bits or anything lewd.
If you mean the head cannon it inspires, hold my beer.
Anonymous
No.179461
File (): 3730C1419342255D4A01D50215B934FB-158979.png (155.3 KB, 1278x1691, AnonFilly-Listening.png)
>>179318
You're pretty sure she's Pinkie Pie, and this is some elaborate prank.
"Bullshit, and you're doing it again."
You don't particularly give a damn about her opinions on this.
"Then you clearly don't think I'm Pinkie Pie, now do you?"
Alright, that one was probably true. Though you're left wondering who she could be.
"Okay, this self-narration thing is seriously annoying. Is this seriously what goes on in your head all the time?"
You can, but you won't.
"Well fuck it, I'm not even going to tell you who I am."
Like you don't know she's really Ajna. Although that begs the question of how she got out of the astral plane.
"Now that's a good question. How about I tell you, but only if you promise to stop following me and go home? And also, stop talking like that, at least to me."
Don't you know I have nothing better to do?
"Hmm... that's a start. I suppose I can give you a little bit of a hint. Magic. That's a bit vague though, so if you want the whole answer, you're going to have to agree to leave me alone."
You're pretty sure she's Pinkie Pie, and this is some elaborate prank.
"Bullshit, and you're doing it again."
You don't particularly give a damn about her opinions on this.
"Then you clearly don't think I'm Pinkie Pie, now do you?"
Alright, that one was probably true. Though you're left wondering who she could be.
"Okay, this self-narration thing is seriously annoying. Is this seriously what goes on in your head all the time?"
You can, but you won't.
"Well fuck it, I'm not even going to tell you who I am."
Like you don't know she's really Ajna. Although that begs the question of how she got out of the astral plane.
"Now that's a good question. How about I tell you, but only if you promise to stop following me and go home? And also, stop talking like that, at least to me."
Don't you know I have nothing better to do?
"Hmm... that's a start. I suppose I can give you a little bit of a hint. Magic. That's a bit vague though, so if you want the whole answer, you're going to have to agree to leave me alone."
Anonymous
No.179518
>>179516
"also tell us what you're trying to do now that you're out and you have a deal."
[1d100 = 54]
"also tell us what you're trying to do now that you're out and you have a deal."
[1d100 = 54]
>>179516
"Anon suspects Ajna will merely lie to her, Anon thinks she and Ajna should meet and talk it out unless the world literally depends on it, or it's at least life threatening. Anon thinks Ajna should stop being an anti-social nerd and make some friends, and as Anon knows, the world literally does depend on friend-making, Anon thinks Ajna also knows this. Anon thinks Ajna is a bit too trusting to ask us to promise not to follow when Anon will just follow anyway if she is not satisfied. Anon wants to know what Ajna is so afraid of anyway, it's not as though Anon will bite." [1d100 = 79]
"Anon suspects Ajna will merely lie to her, Anon thinks she and Ajna should meet and talk it out unless the world literally depends on it, or it's at least life threatening. Anon thinks Ajna should stop being an anti-social nerd and make some friends, and as Anon knows, the world literally does depend on friend-making, Anon thinks Ajna also knows this. Anon thinks Ajna is a bit too trusting to ask us to promise not to follow when Anon will just follow anyway if she is not satisfied. Anon wants to know what Ajna is so afraid of anyway, it's not as though Anon will bite." [1d100 = 79]
Anonymous
No.179526
>>179516
Add a stipulation to >>179523 : "If Ajna truly wants to be left alone and without any friends, which is a very boring life, Anon thinks, then Anon will have to at least know that Ajna means no harm to Anon or her friends, and will not interfere in Anon's quest to save Equestria." [1d100 = 75]
Add a stipulation to >>179523 : "If Ajna truly wants to be left alone and without any friends, which is a very boring life, Anon thinks, then Anon will have to at least know that Ajna means no harm to Anon or her friends, and will not interfere in Anon's quest to save Equestria." [1d100 = 75]
Anonymous
No.179570
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Filly is a good spy
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were fillies made for colts?
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>>179246
Yeah, it does sound like it could be fun. And it could work for both humanfilly and regular Anonfilly.
Yeah, it does sound like it could be fun. And it could work for both humanfilly and regular Anonfilly.
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Anonymous
No.179627
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>Tfw that one filly is always by the window when you go to sleep
>And everytime you look at her she just makes that face
>You dismiss it as her being a creepy weirdo and go to bed
>But you cant help but feel like she s watching your every move
>But tonight is going to be different
>You re filled with energetics and caffeine
>You re definetly not sleeping anytime soon
>And so you wait...
>The feeling of being watched never leaves
>And some good minutes later, you hear two clinks coming from the window
>You dont dare to move to look, to keep the sleeping facade up
>And after a few minutes more you hear your window being raised
>What the fuck
>You re sure that you lock it everynight
>But...nothing else makes that sound on your room
>Something just landed inside with a loud clop
>If she does this everynight...
>What does she do to you?
>In your panic your body decides to tense up and lock itself up
>Unable to move or look at her you just wait at the inevitable
>"Hello Anon, how was your day?"
>Fuck, shit, hell, fuckin fuck
>Something round and cold rubs your face, with a fuzzy warm middle
>"Mine was kinda meh, watching you work from away can get kinda boring"
>"But dont worry we ll be together soon, i ll put my plan into action, we re getting out of here and you ll be mine"
>There s a bit of silence, and all you can hear is both of your breaths
>"Sleep tight, sweet prince"
>Removing her hoof, she gives your face a lick before jumping down form the bed
>Closing the window she had let open, she moves out of the door
>And finally you release a breath you didnt know you were holding(editado)
>You wish you hadnt panicked to shove this crazy horse aside
>But you keep hearing sounds from the house
>More specifically flatwares and kitchen utensils
>Now you know why your left overs are never there by the morning
>You try to think on what to do
>You have your guns here, but they re not loaded
>Before you can decide on what action to take, you hear the door open
>In the end you didnt even move from your spot
>And instead of the rhythmic 4-hoof clopping, you hear something more akin to a 3-hoof walk
>She jumps back on the bed, but not on top of you like before
>Instead she walks by the edge and, in the silence of the night, you hear cloth being dragged on a surface
>You dont like the sound of this, so slowly you start to turn to her
>At the same time her body weight shifts in the mattress as she turns to you
>But before you can grab her, she grabs your face
>Running a piece of cloth around your mouth, she ties it tighly on the back of your head
>You try to get up, but she holds your head down with a hoof
>You try to untie your face, but she keeps kicking your hands away with her other legs(editado)
>"Trying to fool me Anon? I know you re awake~"
>You open your eyes in a panic to see a smug grin in the filly's face
>The cloth tied to your face is tied to the bed-frame
>She knew she couldnt hold you down herself
>So she did that to only need to hold of your head instead
>FUCK
>"Shh, dont worry, its just a piece of cloth with a little thing to help you sleep well"
>In your panicked state, you didnt even care for the smell in the cloth
>But now its as clear as day what she has done
>"Cant have my favourite human stay awake all night long right?"
>You start losing your power to fight back, as the chemical takes its effect
>And as you stop fighting, she lightly leans your head back to be more comfortable
>Your eyes start to close and she touches her forehead to your own
>"Tonight, you~" - is the last thing you hear before you black out
>Rape
>And everytime you look at her she just makes that face
>You dismiss it as her being a creepy weirdo and go to bed
>But you cant help but feel like she s watching your every move
>But tonight is going to be different
>You re filled with energetics and caffeine
>You re definetly not sleeping anytime soon
>And so you wait...
>The feeling of being watched never leaves
>And some good minutes later, you hear two clinks coming from the window
>You dont dare to move to look, to keep the sleeping facade up
>And after a few minutes more you hear your window being raised
>What the fuck
>You re sure that you lock it everynight
>But...nothing else makes that sound on your room
>Something just landed inside with a loud clop
>If she does this everynight...
>What does she do to you?
>In your panic your body decides to tense up and lock itself up
>Unable to move or look at her you just wait at the inevitable
>"Hello Anon, how was your day?"
>Fuck, shit, hell, fuckin fuck
>Something round and cold rubs your face, with a fuzzy warm middle
>"Mine was kinda meh, watching you work from away can get kinda boring"
>"But dont worry we ll be together soon, i ll put my plan into action, we re getting out of here and you ll be mine"
>There s a bit of silence, and all you can hear is both of your breaths
>"Sleep tight, sweet prince"
>Removing her hoof, she gives your face a lick before jumping down form the bed
>Closing the window she had let open, she moves out of the door
>And finally you release a breath you didnt know you were holding(editado)
>You wish you hadnt panicked to shove this crazy horse aside
>But you keep hearing sounds from the house
>More specifically flatwares and kitchen utensils
>Now you know why your left overs are never there by the morning
>You try to think on what to do
>You have your guns here, but they re not loaded
>Before you can decide on what action to take, you hear the door open
>In the end you didnt even move from your spot
>And instead of the rhythmic 4-hoof clopping, you hear something more akin to a 3-hoof walk
>She jumps back on the bed, but not on top of you like before
>Instead she walks by the edge and, in the silence of the night, you hear cloth being dragged on a surface
>You dont like the sound of this, so slowly you start to turn to her
>At the same time her body weight shifts in the mattress as she turns to you
>But before you can grab her, she grabs your face
>Running a piece of cloth around your mouth, she ties it tighly on the back of your head
>You try to get up, but she holds your head down with a hoof
>You try to untie your face, but she keeps kicking your hands away with her other legs(editado)
>"Trying to fool me Anon? I know you re awake~"
>You open your eyes in a panic to see a smug grin in the filly's face
>The cloth tied to your face is tied to the bed-frame
>She knew she couldnt hold you down herself
>So she did that to only need to hold of your head instead
>FUCK
>"Shh, dont worry, its just a piece of cloth with a little thing to help you sleep well"
>In your panicked state, you didnt even care for the smell in the cloth
>But now its as clear as day what she has done
>"Cant have my favourite human stay awake all night long right?"
>You start losing your power to fight back, as the chemical takes its effect
>And as you stop fighting, she lightly leans your head back to be more comfortable
>Your eyes start to close and she touches her forehead to your own
>"Tonight, you~" - is the last thing you hear before you black out
>Rape
Anonymous
No.179641
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Anonymous
No.179656
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Anonymous
No.179671
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>>179655
All of those things are in mocking of the ridiculous concept though. Human filly is just a loli man, to which I must once again ask why the fuck you aren't just beating your meat to an anime girl?
All of those things are in mocking of the ridiculous concept though. Human filly is just a loli man, to which I must once again ask why the fuck you aren't just beating your meat to an anime girl?
Anonymous
No.179692
>>179678
>Human filly is just a loli man
You may think that, but to me it is simply Anonfilly in the EqG world.
>why the fuck you aren't just beating your meat to an anime girl?
One may as well ask why you don't just beat your meat to a real pony that's been painted green.
Can't you just ignore that which you don't like so long as it is Anonfilly related? You don't see me or any others acting like you and throwing insults at those who talks about Anon x Anonfilly and other such things one personally does not like. I simply scroll past it. Grow up and learn to do the same.
>Human filly is just a loli man
You may think that, but to me it is simply Anonfilly in the EqG world.
>why the fuck you aren't just beating your meat to an anime girl?
One may as well ask why you don't just beat your meat to a real pony that's been painted green.
Can't you just ignore that which you don't like so long as it is Anonfilly related? You don't see me or any others acting like you and throwing insults at those who talks about Anon x Anonfilly and other such things one personally does not like. I simply scroll past it. Grow up and learn to do the same.
>>179682
>Filly goes in for the lick
>Suddenly grab her and lock her in your arms
>Rape
>She actually enjoys it because it's still attention from you
>tfw not rape
>Filly goes in for the lick
>Suddenly grab her and lock her in your arms
>Rape
>She actually enjoys it because it's still attention from you
>tfw not rape
>>179711
>She actually enjoys it because it's still attention from you
So your Anonfilly has been gay for you even before he got turned into Anonfilly, or what?
>She actually enjoys it because it's still attention from you
So your Anonfilly has been gay for you even before he got turned into Anonfilly, or what?
Anonymous
No.179723
>>179677
LMAO as if. Girls get away with pretty much all sexual crimes, and just gt treated better by the courts in general. And after getting away with community service they'll post on Facebook about how oppressed they are.
LMAO as if. Girls get away with pretty much all sexual crimes, and just gt treated better by the courts in general. And after getting away with community service they'll post on Facebook about how oppressed they are.
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>>179640
>(editado)
>Twice forgot to remove it
Kill me, ree
I didnt forget the other green with bonbon, coming tommorrow at most
I just like doing one shots more and they ll get preference if i get an idea
>(editado)
>Twice forgot to remove it
Kill me, ree
I didnt forget the other green with bonbon, coming tommorrow at most
I just like doing one shots more and they ll get preference if i get an idea
>>179797
Snakefilly has hooves, Spiderfilly has hooves, the Kirinfilly should be obvious, kindly point out the horse traits on that eqg abomination?
Snakefilly has hooves, Spiderfilly has hooves, the Kirinfilly should be obvious, kindly point out the horse traits on that eqg abomination?
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>>179516
Anon suspects Ajna will merely lie to her. Anon thinks she and Ajna should meet and talk it out unless the world literally depends on it, or it's at least life threatening. Anon thinks Ajna should stop being an anti-social nerd and make some friends. As Anon knows, the world literally does depend on friend-making, and Anon thinks Ajna knows this. Anon thinks...
"One, you're doing the thing again, just in a weirder way. Two, what makes you think I have no friends?"
Well you're kind of a bitch.
"And you're kind of a perverted degenerate who's pretty terrible at this whole saving the world thing."
Wow, you're still mad over that shit?
"You defiled my body."
Oh wow, I masturbated. Big fucking whoop. Everyone does it where I come from.
"In the ass though?"
Psh, what are you, a fucking prude? Oh no wait, you couldn't be. You watched!
"Oh fuck you. I followed you thinking you'd try and make use of the one item of mine that was in that box, and you don't even know what it does, do you? You got a crystal ball that could have told you where all your friends were, and instead you decide to shove some fucking wood up your ass. Hell, even when you were seeking out Daring you took a detour to shove some wood up your ass."
Do ponies seriously not do anal or something?
"Not when we're TWELVE!"
Well I'm not twelve. I'm twenty seven. I just have a body that's twelve.
"Then maybe you should go back to your twenty seven year old body and let me have mine back!"
Anon suspects Ajna will merely lie to her. Anon thinks she and Ajna should meet and talk it out unless the world literally depends on it, or it's at least life threatening. Anon thinks Ajna should stop being an anti-social nerd and make some friends. As Anon knows, the world literally does depend on friend-making, and Anon thinks Ajna knows this. Anon thinks...
"One, you're doing the thing again, just in a weirder way. Two, what makes you think I have no friends?"
Well you're kind of a bitch.
"And you're kind of a perverted degenerate who's pretty terrible at this whole saving the world thing."
Wow, you're still mad over that shit?
"You defiled my body."
Oh wow, I masturbated. Big fucking whoop. Everyone does it where I come from.
"In the ass though?"
Psh, what are you, a fucking prude? Oh no wait, you couldn't be. You watched!
"Oh fuck you. I followed you thinking you'd try and make use of the one item of mine that was in that box, and you don't even know what it does, do you? You got a crystal ball that could have told you where all your friends were, and instead you decide to shove some fucking wood up your ass. Hell, even when you were seeking out Daring you took a detour to shove some wood up your ass."
Do ponies seriously not do anal or something?
"Not when we're TWELVE!"
Well I'm not twelve. I'm twenty seven. I just have a body that's twelve.
"Then maybe you should go back to your twenty seven year old body and let me have mine back!"
Anonymous
No.179827
>>179826
"If you ever find out how to after I help save Equestria, be sure and tell me. I kinda miss having a dick, to be honest." [1d100 = 28]
"If you ever find out how to after I help save Equestria, be sure and tell me. I kinda miss having a dick, to be honest." [1d100 = 28]
>>179826
Actually, this body's kinda growing on me. I think I'll keep it. So if you find my old one, you're free to have it. [1d100 = 40]
Actually, this body's kinda growing on me. I think I'll keep it. So if you find my old one, you're free to have it. [1d100 = 40]
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>>179832
Filly bugs Twilight by acting like booping is a sexual act and making a big show of self-booping.
Filly bugs Twilight by acting like booping is a sexual act and making a big show of self-booping.
Anonymous
No.179835
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>>179802
>Snakefilly has hooves
Except she doesn't? Just drop it and accept that humanized and EqG is a thing. You're acting like it's going to take over the entire general.
>Snakefilly has hooves
Except she doesn't? Just drop it and accept that humanized and EqG is a thing. You're acting like it's going to take over the entire general.
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>>179837
>like it's going to take over the entire general.
Because that's literally what happen every time you let barbiefags set a foot in any general.
There is a lot of half-normies that are more comfortable with AyylmaoEqG than proper ponies, and they should fuck off to an anime thread if they want human shit instead of hijacking those dedicated to cartoon horses.
>like it's going to take over the entire general.
Because that's literally what happen every time you let barbiefags set a foot in any general.
There is a lot of half-normies that are more comfortable with AyylmaoEqG than proper ponies, and they should fuck off to an anime thread if they want human shit instead of hijacking those dedicated to cartoon horses.
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Anonymous
No.179843
>>179842
I was about to say that maybe we should specify whether someone means snekfilly with no forelegs or lamiafilly with forelegs.
I was about to say that maybe we should specify whether someone means snekfilly with no forelegs or lamiafilly with forelegs.
Anonymous
No.179845
>>179840
>live with snekfilly
>regularly leave out cookbooks in places not easy to see, but that snek will eventually run into
>Pages always turned to recipes for snake soup
>live with snekfilly
>regularly leave out cookbooks in places not easy to see, but that snek will eventually run into
>Pages always turned to recipes for snake soup
>>179841
Like it or not, EqG is a thing that exists in the pony world, what with the mirror and all, and there are people who enjoys both that and ponies. So having one "fuck off to an anime thread" will never work for it is still pony related.
You are all okay with Anonfilly being a snake and everything else in between that is not a pony so long as she has the head of a pony or whatever. So what is the big fucking deal with the occasional humanized?
How would you like it if everyone started acting the way you do everytime they see something Anonfilly-related they personally don't like? It'd be a disaster...
Like it or not, EqG is a thing that exists in the pony world, what with the mirror and all, and there are people who enjoys both that and ponies. So having one "fuck off to an anime thread" will never work for it is still pony related.
You are all okay with Anonfilly being a snake and everything else in between that is not a pony so long as she has the head of a pony or whatever. So what is the big fucking deal with the occasional humanized?
How would you like it if everyone started acting the way you do everytime they see something Anonfilly-related they personally don't like? It'd be a disaster...
>>179849
I never really understood why people only the age of 10 liked "Barbie Doll Toy Commercial #579237". It takes everything good with FiM, and replaces it with [insert toyetic here].
I never really understood why people only the age of 10 liked "Barbie Doll Toy Commercial #579237". It takes everything good with FiM, and replaces it with [insert toyetic here].
>>179849
>Sweden preaching about letting people with different mentality invade your home.
You never learn, don't you ?
>Sweden preaching about letting people with different mentality invade your home.
You never learn, don't you ?
Anonymous
No.179872
Anonymous
No.179891
>>179863
People like you makes me miss /mlp/ so much. At least back then when Anonfilly was still okay there people could actually post Anonfilly including the occasional humanized without getting insults about countries thrown around. It's like the only thing you do right now.
People like you makes me miss /mlp/ so much. At least back then when Anonfilly was still okay there people could actually post Anonfilly including the occasional humanized without getting insults about countries thrown around. It's like the only thing you do right now.
>be the filly
>although, you weren't always the filly
>you were quite contempt with just being anon, until it happened
>you remember it like it was yesterday
>twilight called you for some help with an experiment
>lo and behold, she said she had a way to return you home
>it half worked, a portal was made, and you passed through back to earth
>you were immediately relapsed back to equestria however
>and you were the filly
>irreversible, she said
>on the other hand, she seemed ecstatic to have a daughter
>she even gave you her last name
>Emerald Sparkle
>it could be worse, you could be stuck with a stupid name like Green Clover
>you knew then that you would have your revenge
>some way, some how
>fast forward to now
>chilling in the crystal castle
>well, palace
>you doubt this place could survive a seige
>suddenly, you hear a scream from the kitchen
>"buck! Out of coffee again!"
>fucking caffiene addict
>you trot over to the kitchen
"Jesus Christ, at this point why dont you just start snorting fucking meth"
>"what's Meth"
"oh, nevermi-"
>wait
>would you really introduce crystal methamphetamine to this world?
>over a small grudge?
>as you go to stroke your chin and realise you still dont have fingers, you decide
>yes, yes you would
"Its a strong stimulant, kind of like a super coffee you take up your nose. It's great for when you need to keep yourself awake, stay alert, or you just need more energy"
>"wow, that sounds great! Do you think you could make it here? Is there need for earth conditions? What's the atomic structure?
"Slow down, yes you could make it here, at least you should be able to. You guys have methylamine, right? P2P?"
>"yeah, i have some in the lab. I should be able to figure it out by the atomic structure, what is it?"
"10 Carbon 15 Hydrogen 1 Nitrogen"
>"ok ill be right backthanksbye!"
>before you know it, she's stormed off down the hall to her lab
>crazy nerd.
>although, you weren't always the filly
>you were quite contempt with just being anon, until it happened
>you remember it like it was yesterday
>twilight called you for some help with an experiment
>lo and behold, she said she had a way to return you home
>it half worked, a portal was made, and you passed through back to earth
>you were immediately relapsed back to equestria however
>and you were the filly
>irreversible, she said
>on the other hand, she seemed ecstatic to have a daughter
>she even gave you her last name
>Emerald Sparkle
>it could be worse, you could be stuck with a stupid name like Green Clover
>you knew then that you would have your revenge
>some way, some how
>fast forward to now
>chilling in the crystal castle
>well, palace
>you doubt this place could survive a seige
>suddenly, you hear a scream from the kitchen
>"buck! Out of coffee again!"
>fucking caffiene addict
>you trot over to the kitchen
"Jesus Christ, at this point why dont you just start snorting fucking meth"
>"what's Meth"
"oh, nevermi-"
>wait
>would you really introduce crystal methamphetamine to this world?
>over a small grudge?
>as you go to stroke your chin and realise you still dont have fingers, you decide
>yes, yes you would
"Its a strong stimulant, kind of like a super coffee you take up your nose. It's great for when you need to keep yourself awake, stay alert, or you just need more energy"
>"wow, that sounds great! Do you think you could make it here? Is there need for earth conditions? What's the atomic structure?
"Slow down, yes you could make it here, at least you should be able to. You guys have methylamine, right? P2P?"
>"yeah, i have some in the lab. I should be able to figure it out by the atomic structure, what is it?"
"10 Carbon 15 Hydrogen 1 Nitrogen"
>"ok ill be right backthanksbye!"
>before you know it, she's stormed off down the hall to her lab
>crazy nerd.
>>179892
>a few hours later
>"EMERAAAAAAALD!"
>you trot down the hall to the laboratory, to see a very tweaked out twilight at her desk
>"I DID IIIIIT~"
"thats great.. so, what now?"
>she rails another line before responding
>"Marketing! Everybody from farmworkers to school students will be ecstatic to try Twilight Sparkle's energy powder!"
>you just thaught you would turn her into a crankhead
>now she wants to spread this stuff to the outside world?
>and with her name plastered all over it?
>you could get behind this
"Sounds like a great idea! You would be helping heaps of people who simply need the energy boost"
>you say as the purple one hits another bump
"maybe the powder is a bit too gritty for the public. By all means sell it, but dont forget about the other markets. Students would prefer it in an energy drink, businessponies would probably prefer a pill more than anything"
>"yeah yeah yeahyeahyeah sounds great! sounds great!"
>jesus, she's hitting that pretty hard
>she's fucking loving it as well
>what are you thinking, of course she likes it
>its fucking meth
>you would suggest marketing it for glass pipes and needles, but pipes hard to use without fingers, and needles are even more festy than snuffing
>"hey.. You want some?"
>nope.avi
"n-nah, i think i'll just go to bed"
>"okie dokie, goodnight, sweetie!"
>as you walk out of the door, you hear her hit yet another fat line.
>a few hours later
>"EMERAAAAAAALD!"
>you trot down the hall to the laboratory, to see a very tweaked out twilight at her desk
>"I DID IIIIIT~"
"thats great.. so, what now?"
>she rails another line before responding
>"Marketing! Everybody from farmworkers to school students will be ecstatic to try Twilight Sparkle's energy powder!"
>you just thaught you would turn her into a crankhead
>now she wants to spread this stuff to the outside world?
>and with her name plastered all over it?
>you could get behind this
"Sounds like a great idea! You would be helping heaps of people who simply need the energy boost"
>you say as the purple one hits another bump
"maybe the powder is a bit too gritty for the public. By all means sell it, but dont forget about the other markets. Students would prefer it in an energy drink, businessponies would probably prefer a pill more than anything"
>"yeah yeah yeahyeahyeah sounds great! sounds great!"
>jesus, she's hitting that pretty hard
>she's fucking loving it as well
>what are you thinking, of course she likes it
>its fucking meth
>you would suggest marketing it for glass pipes and needles, but pipes hard to use without fingers, and needles are even more festy than snuffing
>"hey.. You want some?"
>nope.avi
"n-nah, i think i'll just go to bed"
>"okie dokie, goodnight, sweetie!"
>as you walk out of the door, you hear her hit yet another fat line.
>>179893
>next day
>your alarm goes off, signaling you to get ready for school
>getting up, you trot on over to the kitchen to grab your lunch
>...or not
"Twilight! Did you remember to make my lunch?"
>"Yeahyeahyeah ill do it in a second"
"Purple, im gonna be late!"
>"SWEET CELESTIA WILL YOU BE FUCKING PATIENT FOR A SECOND!!"
>whew lad
>"im sorry i snapped at you, mommy is a bit unnerved right now"
>no shit
>purple proceeds to make your lunch double time and sends you out the door
>on your way to school, you notice something
>were there always this many hobos?
>looking in a store window answers your question
>you see that overnight twilight managed to manufacture and distribute meth and meth products to the masses
>Twilight Sparkle's energy powder, Twilight Sparkle's energy pills, Twilight sparkle's energy drink,
>hell, she did one that you didn't even think about
>Twilight Sparkle's Energy Chewing Gum
>you've spent so long staring that you dont even notice somepony walk up to you
>"h-hey kid, y-you wanna earn some bits?"
>you have to admit, you dont have any money right now
"Ok, how?"
>"just head into that store and buy me some more of that energy powder alright kid?
"why not just buy it yourself"
>"shopkeeper cut me off man, just do it ill make it worth your while"
>the man proceeds to shove a pursefull of bits at you
"Ok ill be right back"
>"just get me the one bag man, keep the change"
>you walk into the store and buy a bag
>the shopkeeper gives you a glare while running it thrugh the til.
>"you know this stuff is really bad for you"
>jesus word spreads fast around here
"Yeah its just a sometime thing when i really need to concentrate"
>"between you and me, i think that Twilight is a horrible pony for inventing this stuff"
>you pay and leave
>handing the crystal to the crackie you just bought it for, you realise something
>once this stuff gets inevitably banned, you're a step ahead of the competition for the illegal trade
>hell, the only thing you need is a ponies pony and you're ready to become scarface
>school is relatively normal, although the colts at the back are unusually concentrated
>the usual lecture about history and basic math, although cheerile take time to express her worry about the new narcotic twilight invented
>yes, twilight invented..
>you head home uneventfully
>next day
>your alarm goes off, signaling you to get ready for school
>getting up, you trot on over to the kitchen to grab your lunch
>...or not
"Twilight! Did you remember to make my lunch?"
>"Yeahyeahyeah ill do it in a second"
"Purple, im gonna be late!"
>"SWEET CELESTIA WILL YOU BE FUCKING PATIENT FOR A SECOND!!"
>whew lad
>"im sorry i snapped at you, mommy is a bit unnerved right now"
>no shit
>purple proceeds to make your lunch double time and sends you out the door
>on your way to school, you notice something
>were there always this many hobos?
>looking in a store window answers your question
>you see that overnight twilight managed to manufacture and distribute meth and meth products to the masses
>Twilight Sparkle's energy powder, Twilight Sparkle's energy pills, Twilight sparkle's energy drink,
>hell, she did one that you didn't even think about
>Twilight Sparkle's Energy Chewing Gum
>you've spent so long staring that you dont even notice somepony walk up to you
>"h-hey kid, y-you wanna earn some bits?"
>you have to admit, you dont have any money right now
"Ok, how?"
>"just head into that store and buy me some more of that energy powder alright kid?
"why not just buy it yourself"
>"shopkeeper cut me off man, just do it ill make it worth your while"
>the man proceeds to shove a pursefull of bits at you
"Ok ill be right back"
>"just get me the one bag man, keep the change"
>you walk into the store and buy a bag
>the shopkeeper gives you a glare while running it thrugh the til.
>"you know this stuff is really bad for you"
>jesus word spreads fast around here
"Yeah its just a sometime thing when i really need to concentrate"
>"between you and me, i think that Twilight is a horrible pony for inventing this stuff"
>you pay and leave
>handing the crystal to the crackie you just bought it for, you realise something
>once this stuff gets inevitably banned, you're a step ahead of the competition for the illegal trade
>hell, the only thing you need is a ponies pony and you're ready to become scarface
>school is relatively normal, although the colts at the back are unusually concentrated
>the usual lecture about history and basic math, although cheerile take time to express her worry about the new narcotic twilight invented
>yes, twilight invented..
>you head home uneventfully
>>179894
>Fast forward 1 week
>studies have found meth = bad
>no shit sherlock
>twilight is now a hated figure
>you're sitting in the crystal palace reading a book when you hear the news over the radio
>"This just in the royal government of The Principality of Equestria has officially declared Methamphetamine, the main ingrediant in the Twilight Sparkle's Energy line of products, a schedule III banned poison. Along with this, the chemical Methylamine, a main ingredient in the manufacture of the previously mentioned narcotic, has also been declared a schedule II regulated chemical. In other news, Princess Twilight Sparkle has been declared wanted for arrest by the Royal Canterlot Guard, for crimes against ponykind. In this reporter's opinion, for introducing that horrible stuff here, she deserves to rot in a jail cell until the end of time.
>well shit
>"ohh fuck! OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK"
"Calm down twilight, it'll be ok, just say how you thought it would help ponykind"
>"YOU DID THIS! YOU'RE THE REASON IM HERE! YOU TOLD ME HOW TO MAKE THIS STUFF!"
>*snoooooooooooooooort*
>twilight im sure she didn't mean anythng by i-
>"YOU SHUT YOUR FACE YOU INSOLENT LIZARD"
>spike proceeds to fly across the room straight into the hard wall
>head first
>that nigga dead
"Twilight! You're tweaking out!"
>"ADMIT IT! YOU DID THIS IN PURPOSE"
>suddenly you hear the door get busted in
>CANTERLOT GUARD! GET ON THE GROUND NOW!
"Yeah, i did."
>the guardsponies throw a device around twilight's horn
>you assume it stops one of the most powerful mages from using her magic
>good thinking
>as she gets dragged away, she continues rambling about how you are the one who really invented meth
>time to put on your best showpony smile
"Mommy please go with the nice men, they'll help you calm down and get off that horrible stuff"
>some time later
>purple smart got herself exiled to the badlands
>some kind of hex was placed on her so she couldn't enter equestrian territory ever again
>after a statement, some paperwork and a small cerimony for spike, you're back in the palace
>as twilight's only living heir, you inherit the place.
>and everything in it.
>you think to yourself, was it worth it?
>you wonder the halls as you ponder this question.
>you're sad that in all this Spike didn't make it
>you liked that lizard.
>as you walk on you stop at a door
>you open it and see the laboratory
>of course the guard swept the house and took all the meth in the house
>however, since the palace has a registered laboratory in it, they left the Methylamine
>money in the bank
>this town now has an underground drug culture running through it
>and its all yours for the taking.
>satisfied, you trot to your bedroom
>you set your alarm clock earlier than you used to
>after all, you have to make your own lunches from now on.
>good thing you're a grown-ass man inside.
>as you begin to drift off, you hear a loud smash come from the laboratory
>you quickly realise someone's breaking in through the window.
end part one of prologue, critique and tell me if i should continue
>Fast forward 1 week
>studies have found meth = bad
>no shit sherlock
>twilight is now a hated figure
>you're sitting in the crystal palace reading a book when you hear the news over the radio
>"This just in the royal government of The Principality of Equestria has officially declared Methamphetamine, the main ingrediant in the Twilight Sparkle's Energy line of products, a schedule III banned poison. Along with this, the chemical Methylamine, a main ingredient in the manufacture of the previously mentioned narcotic, has also been declared a schedule II regulated chemical. In other news, Princess Twilight Sparkle has been declared wanted for arrest by the Royal Canterlot Guard, for crimes against ponykind. In this reporter's opinion, for introducing that horrible stuff here, she deserves to rot in a jail cell until the end of time.
>well shit
>"ohh fuck! OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK"
"Calm down twilight, it'll be ok, just say how you thought it would help ponykind"
>"YOU DID THIS! YOU'RE THE REASON IM HERE! YOU TOLD ME HOW TO MAKE THIS STUFF!"
>*snoooooooooooooooort*
>twilight im sure she didn't mean anythng by i-
>"YOU SHUT YOUR FACE YOU INSOLENT LIZARD"
>spike proceeds to fly across the room straight into the hard wall
>head first
>that nigga dead
"Twilight! You're tweaking out!"
>"ADMIT IT! YOU DID THIS IN PURPOSE"
>suddenly you hear the door get busted in
>CANTERLOT GUARD! GET ON THE GROUND NOW!
"Yeah, i did."
>the guardsponies throw a device around twilight's horn
>you assume it stops one of the most powerful mages from using her magic
>good thinking
>as she gets dragged away, she continues rambling about how you are the one who really invented meth
>time to put on your best showpony smile
"Mommy please go with the nice men, they'll help you calm down and get off that horrible stuff"
>some time later
>purple smart got herself exiled to the badlands
>some kind of hex was placed on her so she couldn't enter equestrian territory ever again
>after a statement, some paperwork and a small cerimony for spike, you're back in the palace
>as twilight's only living heir, you inherit the place.
>and everything in it.
>you think to yourself, was it worth it?
>you wonder the halls as you ponder this question.
>you're sad that in all this Spike didn't make it
>you liked that lizard.
>as you walk on you stop at a door
>you open it and see the laboratory
>of course the guard swept the house and took all the meth in the house
>however, since the palace has a registered laboratory in it, they left the Methylamine
>money in the bank
>this town now has an underground drug culture running through it
>and its all yours for the taking.
>satisfied, you trot to your bedroom
>you set your alarm clock earlier than you used to
>after all, you have to make your own lunches from now on.
>good thing you're a grown-ass man inside.
>as you begin to drift off, you hear a loud smash come from the laboratory
>you quickly realise someone's breaking in through the window.
end part one of prologue, critique and tell me if i should continue
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>>179846
>>179895
Oficial pony name for Anonfilly is Green Hornet, but its not like its set on stone so you cant give whatever name you please, though Emerald Sparkle sure is..creative
Keep in mind that ponies dont keep the last name of their parents(besides the Pie family or the Apple with their first name, and even in the last example its not always true), so putting Sparkle there just for family sake isnt really needed. Though you already started so i d say to roll with it
>Tell me if i should continue
Will there be EQG filly? If so, then yes
But no really, what do you think fam?
>>179895
Oficial pony name for Anonfilly is Green Hornet, but its not like its set on stone so you cant give whatever name you please, though Emerald Sparkle sure is..creative
Keep in mind that ponies dont keep the last name of their parents(besides the Pie family or the Apple with their first name, and even in the last example its not always true), so putting Sparkle there just for family sake isnt really needed. Though you already started so i d say to roll with it
>Tell me if i should continue
Will there be EQG filly? If so, then yes
But no really, what do you think fam?
Anonymous
No.179899
Anonymous
No.179954
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>>179892
I drink to forget that part of my green.
>>179893
>>179894
>>179895
Not a bad start. Could stand to space events out a bit more in the future, but it's just the prologue so I'll let that slide for now. Certainly a lot more coherent and intriguing than Ausfilly, if that was indeed you. And yeah, keep it up. That's the absolute best way to improve.
I drink to forget that part of my green.
>>179893
>>179894
>>179895
Not a bad start. Could stand to space events out a bit more in the future, but it's just the prologue so I'll let that slide for now. Certainly a lot more coherent and intriguing than Ausfilly, if that was indeed you. And yeah, keep it up. That's the absolute best way to improve.
>>179897
Personally i went with Emerald Sparke for a few reasons
1. Emerald is a green crystal, green = filly and crystal = meth
2. The only time i can think of a pony in canon taking the last name of either of their parents is Twilight Sparkle and Velvet Sparkle
3. I wanted to cement the fact that in public eye filly is just twilight's daughter without devoting a large part of the story to it
>>179948
Probably because i've been rewatching Breaking Bad as of recent when i came up for the idea for this originally i planned for twilight to stay on and take a similar role as Skylar White
>>179958
Thats the idea, prologues are for world building, character exposition so that you can explore more abstract concepts in the future
Personally i went with Emerald Sparke for a few reasons
1. Emerald is a green crystal, green = filly and crystal = meth
2. The only time i can think of a pony in canon taking the last name of either of their parents is Twilight Sparkle and Velvet Sparkle
3. I wanted to cement the fact that in public eye filly is just twilight's daughter without devoting a large part of the story to it
>>179948
Probably because i've been rewatching Breaking Bad as of recent when i came up for the idea for this originally i planned for twilight to stay on and take a similar role as Skylar White
>>179958
Thats the idea, prologues are for world building, character exposition so that you can explore more abstract concepts in the future
Reuben
No.180024
>>180021
Correct. Which is why for a little bit of time around the beginning of my CYOA, I had Anon referring to Twilight as Purple to avoid confusion with her mother. Then I started referring to her mother as "Mama Velvet" because Anon was not referring to Twilight as Purple when speaking to her, and if she did, it would probably have gotten her bitch slapped for being disrespectful.
Correct. Which is why for a little bit of time around the beginning of my CYOA, I had Anon referring to Twilight as Purple to avoid confusion with her mother. Then I started referring to her mother as "Mama Velvet" because Anon was not referring to Twilight as Purple when speaking to her, and if she did, it would probably have gotten her bitch slapped for being disrespectful.
>>179895
She's not gonna be left alone in the castle, she's gonna sit in a foster home until she turns 18, and the castle is probably established as government property or something so there's a good chance she has little inheritance.
>Gets revenge on the mare trying to help her and lovingly take care of her
>Decides to do so by introducing drugs to the community, then decides to sell them, further poisoning the community for her own profit
>Never considers the long-term results of her actions
Sounds like a nigger
She's not gonna be left alone in the castle, she's gonna sit in a foster home until she turns 18, and the castle is probably established as government property or something so there's a good chance she has little inheritance.
>Gets revenge on the mare trying to help her and lovingly take care of her
>Decides to do so by introducing drugs to the community, then decides to sell them, further poisoning the community for her own profit
>Never considers the long-term results of her actions
Sounds like a nigger
Methfilly
No.180036
>>180026
Quality plothole, i think i could work with that
But i cant be fucked rewriting it to include that
Quality plothole, i think i could work with that
But i cant be fucked rewriting it to include that
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Anonymous
No.180078
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Anonymous
No.180083
>>180006
>(...)but its not like its set on stone so you cant give whatever name you please,(...)"
Meant to say that you CAN use whatever name you please, hoped you d notice the typo since before i said her name isnt set on stone, dont worry
Like i said its quite a creative name, hadnt heard it before
And like i said, all the Pie family has the last name thing, which is why i made that point, but like i said, dont worry about it, and yea, sorry for the typo
>(...)but its not like its set on stone so you cant give whatever name you please,(...)"
Meant to say that you CAN use whatever name you please, hoped you d notice the typo since before i said her name isnt set on stone, dont worry
Like i said its quite a creative name, hadnt heard it before
And like i said, all the Pie family has the last name thing, which is why i made that point, but like i said, dont worry about it, and yea, sorry for the typo
>nobody's posted this yet
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>>179826
I'd love to, but I don't think that's much of an option anymore.
"You'd be surprised what powers lie in Equestria's magical artifacts. If you were brought here, you can be sent back."
And in my old body too? Because you have no idea how much I miss having a penis. And speaking of bodies, you seem to have that bit covered. What's up with that?
"I suppose since you're at least willing to cooperate on the leaving part despite having made a few friends here, it's worth telling you a little bit. This is a temporary solution. I never really obtained a new body. I just made my astral body corporeal."
So... if you died, what would happen?
"I have no clue, nor do I intend to find out. Fortunately, I have a little bit of protection until I can come up with a plausible solution."
And what would that be?
"Oh, now if I told you that, you might come running to take it away from me. Hence why I required you to make a promise that you'd go home. That offer is still open if you're willing to make a promise that you can't break."
I'd love to, but I don't think that's much of an option anymore.
"You'd be surprised what powers lie in Equestria's magical artifacts. If you were brought here, you can be sent back."
And in my old body too? Because you have no idea how much I miss having a penis. And speaking of bodies, you seem to have that bit covered. What's up with that?
"I suppose since you're at least willing to cooperate on the leaving part despite having made a few friends here, it's worth telling you a little bit. This is a temporary solution. I never really obtained a new body. I just made my astral body corporeal."
So... if you died, what would happen?
"I have no clue, nor do I intend to find out. Fortunately, I have a little bit of protection until I can come up with a plausible solution."
And what would that be?
"Oh, now if I told you that, you might come running to take it away from me. Hence why I required you to make a promise that you'd go home. That offer is still open if you're willing to make a promise that you can't break."
Anonymous
No.180133
>>180131
Quick group discussion being called outside of Anon's head so we can figure out how to best respond to this?
[1d100 = 19]
Quick group discussion being called outside of Anon's head so we can figure out how to best respond to this?
[1d100 = 19]
Anonymous
No.180144
>>180131
Getting us to make a promise is easy, getting us to actually keep it is impossible, we might just keep following you for shits and giggles, and because this adventure thing is fun, and because we haven't entered another time loop, so following you around seems to be what we have to do. [1d100 = 18]
Getting us to make a promise is easy, getting us to actually keep it is impossible, we might just keep following you for shits and giggles, and because this adventure thing is fun, and because we haven't entered another time loop, so following you around seems to be what we have to do. [1d100 = 18]
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Anonymous
No.180166
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So much for nightly uploads...
>>178876 →
>As you indicate for your mount to quickly open the Medbay door, you hear her moan a little bit.
"What is it?"
>"So tired..."
"We can rest when we're safe locked behind that door and we have supplies. For now though, I need you to be a 'big filly' and open that door for me."
>"A-a big filly?"
"For me, yes."
>You hear her chuckle a bit at that, but her laughter is soon replaced with the grunting of concentration.
>A bead of sweat rolls down your face.
>Tendrils are visible in the darkness down the hallway.
>You don't motion for her to hurry, she's probably going as fast as possible anyways.
>Your left eyelid twitches involuntarily.
>It's almost like those diagrams of mushrooms you saw in your high school biology textbooks.
>Miles of reaching tendrils beneath the surface.
>If this was truly some sort of fungus, you didn't want to view the fruiting body.
>The door clicks open as the floor begins to crack already from some foul-smelling liquid it secretes.
>You rush inside, slamming the door.
"Lock it."
>"Can't..."
"Well you fucking need t- oh yeah, there's a button to lock this one."
>Pressing the button hurriedly, you set your companion down gently on the ground where she proceeds to pant and wheeze for a good while.
>You remember her saying something about low mana reserves, but you didn't think her abilities would strain her this much...
>You begin searching the cabinets for anything that could possibly catalyze the process.
>10,000% daily dosage of caffeine five hour energy knockoffs, generic painkillers...
>Wait, you never did anything with the other half of that candy bar.
>Pulling it out of your slightly greasy mane makes you beam in pride as you present it to her.
"I told you you could use it more than I could."
>The smile she gives you speaks volumes as she scarfs it down.
>You go on with your search...
>...
>This is a really fucking good candy bar.
>A perfect balance of nougat, peanut and some sort of wafer like substance.
>The taste makes you all but cry out in joy.
>You'd fap to the taste of this if you still had your dick.
>...
>You should probably call the unicorn over for this.
"Hey, you."
>You hear clopping hooves as you stare at the cabinet in front of you, puzzled.
"How many of these could we use?"
>...
>A shelf of potions sits in front of you.
>Since most potions were little more than water in composition, you had learned to read some of the arcane characters inscribed on the bottles Twilight leaked your healing out of.
>'Infurnum,' inscribed like a capital 'I' with two branches on it was used to heal burns or burn things.
>'Electrum,' inscribed like a lower-case 'e' with three small negative signs surrounding it always dealt with energy of some sort.
>And then there were the true and fa-
>"Hey, are you listening to me?"
>You nod.
>You're a dirty liar.
>"Good, which one of these should I take?"
"...One?"
>"Yeah, I figured I'd stick it in the pocket of this sweet pack I found."
"Take as many as you can hold."
>"Why?"
"Trust me."
>She shrugs and does as you say.
>The door pushes inward slightly.
>"Well, guess we'll be here for a while... any things I need to know about you, pressing or otherwise?"
>You simply point to her as well.
>"You want to know about me too?"
>You nod.
>Input actions.
>>178876 →
>As you indicate for your mount to quickly open the Medbay door, you hear her moan a little bit.
"What is it?"
>"So tired..."
"We can rest when we're safe locked behind that door and we have supplies. For now though, I need you to be a 'big filly' and open that door for me."
>"A-a big filly?"
"For me, yes."
>You hear her chuckle a bit at that, but her laughter is soon replaced with the grunting of concentration.
>A bead of sweat rolls down your face.
>Tendrils are visible in the darkness down the hallway.
>You don't motion for her to hurry, she's probably going as fast as possible anyways.
>Your left eyelid twitches involuntarily.
>It's almost like those diagrams of mushrooms you saw in your high school biology textbooks.
>Miles of reaching tendrils beneath the surface.
>If this was truly some sort of fungus, you didn't want to view the fruiting body.
>The door clicks open as the floor begins to crack already from some foul-smelling liquid it secretes.
>You rush inside, slamming the door.
"Lock it."
>"Can't..."
"Well you fucking need t- oh yeah, there's a button to lock this one."
>Pressing the button hurriedly, you set your companion down gently on the ground where she proceeds to pant and wheeze for a good while.
>You remember her saying something about low mana reserves, but you didn't think her abilities would strain her this much...
>You begin searching the cabinets for anything that could possibly catalyze the process.
>10,000% daily dosage of caffeine five hour energy knockoffs, generic painkillers...
>Wait, you never did anything with the other half of that candy bar.
>Pulling it out of your slightly greasy mane makes you beam in pride as you present it to her.
"I told you you could use it more than I could."
>The smile she gives you speaks volumes as she scarfs it down.
>You go on with your search...
>...
>This is a really fucking good candy bar.
>A perfect balance of nougat, peanut and some sort of wafer like substance.
>The taste makes you all but cry out in joy.
>You'd fap to the taste of this if you still had your dick.
>...
>You should probably call the unicorn over for this.
"Hey, you."
>You hear clopping hooves as you stare at the cabinet in front of you, puzzled.
"How many of these could we use?"
>...
>A shelf of potions sits in front of you.
>Since most potions were little more than water in composition, you had learned to read some of the arcane characters inscribed on the bottles Twilight leaked your healing out of.
>'Infurnum,' inscribed like a capital 'I' with two branches on it was used to heal burns or burn things.
>'Electrum,' inscribed like a lower-case 'e' with three small negative signs surrounding it always dealt with energy of some sort.
>And then there were the true and fa-
>"Hey, are you listening to me?"
>You nod.
>You're a dirty liar.
>"Good, which one of these should I take?"
"...One?"
>"Yeah, I figured I'd stick it in the pocket of this sweet pack I found."
"Take as many as you can hold."
>"Why?"
"Trust me."
>She shrugs and does as you say.
>The door pushes inward slightly.
>"Well, guess we'll be here for a while... any things I need to know about you, pressing or otherwise?"
>You simply point to her as well.
>"You want to know about me too?"
>You nod.
>Input actions.
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>>180182
Warfare should ideally be used as a last resort, yet you seem overly eager for it to take place
Surely there are better ways that you might want to try first~
Warfare should ideally be used as a last resort, yet you seem overly eager for it to take place
Surely there are better ways that you might want to try first~
Bone15
No.180186
I have heard your suggestions, I'll outline something a bit better with pen. In the mean time, here's another sketch.
>>180185
All the proper ways have been exhausted. As much as it's probably not going to go over well, a crusade is needed.
All the proper ways have been exhausted. As much as it's probably not going to go over well, a crusade is needed.
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Anonymous
No.180190
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Anonymous
No.180194
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>>180200
Well, given the statement itself I figured I should acquiesce either way.
What form would that help be in, and what's your price?
Well, given the statement itself I figured I should acquiesce either way.
What form would that help be in, and what's your price?
>>180202
I still do have to take care of this heat. If you can guarantee that while also helping with this, I'll accept.
I still do have to take care of this heat. If you can guarantee that while also helping with this, I'll accept.
Anonymous
No.180209
Anonymous
No.180213
>>180184
Ask where each of you came from before Twilight, and what you did as a human.
Ask if there's something important either think they should say (that we may not know about).
[1d100 = 32]
Ask where each of you came from before Twilight, and what you did as a human.
Ask if there's something important either think they should say (that we may not know about).
[1d100 = 32]
>>180211
Alright, we're there. Now, I know for a fact that there's a dildo in here somewhere. If you can find it, then I'll keep you covered for as long as it'll take to deal with this.
Alright, we're there. Now, I know for a fact that there's a dildo in here somewhere. If you can find it, then I'll keep you covered for as long as it'll take to deal with this.
Anonymous
No.180216
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Do you Americans always roleplay this often? Looking at you right now, I can honestly understand why that's against the rules on /mlp/.
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I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.
Anonymous
No.180225
>>180220
To be fair, it went on about twice as long as I expected it to since it picked back up again near a resting point
To be fair, it went on about twice as long as I expected it to since it picked back up again near a resting point
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Anonymous
No.180228
>>180220
It's less that Americans do it more and more that there are just more Americans on the internet to see doing it, if that makes sense.
It's less that Americans do it more and more that there are just more Americans on the internet to see doing it, if that makes sense.
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>mfw line art on the sketch layer
fuck
fuck
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Anonymous
No.180256
Anonymous
No.180274
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>>180270
Retard filly is for blocks and snuggles, not rape.
Besides, what's the fun in rape if she can't understand she's being raped?
Retard filly is for blocks and snuggles, not rape.
Besides, what's the fun in rape if she can't understand she's being raped?
Anonymous
No.180279
>>180277
This. I want her to plead for me to stop until she resigns herself to quiet sobbing until I finish, not grunt and cry out in pain when I break her hymen.
This. I want her to plead for me to stop until she resigns herself to quiet sobbing until I finish, not grunt and cry out in pain when I break her hymen.
Anonymous
No.180280
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Anonymous
No.180293
>>180131
Maybe I could play along. I'm not so sure yet if I can trust you. Just who are you exactly and how do you know such advanced magic? [1d100 = 64]
Maybe I could play along. I'm not so sure yet if I can trust you. Just who are you exactly and how do you know such advanced magic? [1d100 = 64]
>>180297
It's kind of an intimate act, and ponies make it cute to me.
It could also play into exhibitionism for some.
It's kind of an intimate act, and ponies make it cute to me.
It could also play into exhibitionism for some.
>>180303
>Become filly
>Excited to fulfill your scat/piss exhibitionism fetish
>That lasted an hour
>Turns out ponies use the whole world as their bathroom, and do so frequently in public
>Become filly
>Excited to fulfill your scat/piss exhibitionism fetish
>That lasted an hour
>Turns out ponies use the whole world as their bathroom, and do so frequently in public
I'd like to watch filly pee...
>ywn hold filly while she pees
It's the little things in life, ya know?
>ywn hold filly while she pees
It's the little things in life, ya know?
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What's with all these actual pissfags?
>>180316
Are pissfags better or worse than diaperfags? What about scat, where does it lie on the spectrum?
Are pissfags better or worse than diaperfags? What about scat, where does it lie on the spectrum?
>>180349
>studying instead of buying a revolver and one bullet and hoping you become the filly, giving you an unlimited supply of uncovered horse pussy
>studying instead of buying a revolver and one bullet and hoping you become the filly, giving you an unlimited supply of uncovered horse pussy
>>180355
>Not already owning a gun and willing yourself to pull the trigger every night before inevitably pussying out and crying yourself to sleep
>Not already owning a gun and willing yourself to pull the trigger every night before inevitably pussying out and crying yourself to sleep
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Anonymous
No.180368
>>180367
>Ywn sit in Hitler's lap while he pets your poner head, Blofeld style.
>Ywn both laugh at the irony of this since Hitler is the protagonist of this season.
>Ywn sit in Hitler's lap while he pets your poner head, Blofeld style.
>Ywn both laugh at the irony of this since Hitler is the protagonist of this season.
Anonymous
No.180374
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>>180363
Only if it comes from a loving momfu. That's all I really want.
And my degree, sick of university and I'm only a sophmore.
Only if it comes from a loving momfu. That's all I really want.
And my degree, sick of university and I'm only a sophmore.
Anonymous
No.180389
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Anonymous
No.180410
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Remember... people survive shots to the head quite frequently.
There is a reason that long fall hanging was a favored execution method for a long time.
Also, rope is cheap. If you were ever planning on jumping, bring a rope along and guarantee things.
I've put too much thought into this. I've fought it off for ages.
Fuck this gay earth.
There is a reason that long fall hanging was a favored execution method for a long time.
Also, rope is cheap. If you were ever planning on jumping, bring a rope along and guarantee things.
I've put too much thought into this. I've fought it off for ages.
Fuck this gay earth.
>>180417
Unironically, Carbon Monoxide poisoning is the way to go. No choking and thrashing about while you struggle for air, no potential to survive as a mentally deficient shell of yourself that would only burden your family financially, just turning on your car, getting inside of it, and sitting it out while you slowly fade into dreamland.
Unironically, Carbon Monoxide poisoning is the way to go. No choking and thrashing about while you struggle for air, no potential to survive as a mentally deficient shell of yourself that would only burden your family financially, just turning on your car, getting inside of it, and sitting it out while you slowly fade into dreamland.
>>180422
Well yeah, if you don't have one just fire up a grill and make some hot dogs in a room and close all the doors. Enjoy a good last meal.
Well yeah, if you don't have one just fire up a grill and make some hot dogs in a room and close all the doors. Enjoy a good last meal.
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Please refrain from killing yourselves, fillies. There's no Equestria on the other side.
Anonymous
No.180429
>>180426
I figure she'd be pleased that I know that later model vehicles have lower CO emissions, ruling them out as a method for suicide, as she would if I displayed any accurate knowledge in any field.
I figure she'd be pleased that I know that later model vehicles have lower CO emissions, ruling them out as a method for suicide, as she would if I displayed any accurate knowledge in any field.
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>>180428
If it were real, I'd want you all to be with me there. Equestria just isn't Equestria without friends. Alas, this likely isn't the case. If this is our one shot at life, we should spend it together.
If it were real, I'd want you all to be with me there. Equestria just isn't Equestria without friends. Alas, this likely isn't the case. If this is our one shot at life, we should spend it together.
Anonymous
No.180435
>>180432
I lose nothing by believing that I go to colorful horse land after death as I fully plan to die whenever it would naturally occur. Saying that isn't going to keep me from killing myself mate, it's just going to make me pissed off because I consider myself a rational person and really thinking about my fantasy ruins it. So fuck you, asshole.
I lose nothing by believing that I go to colorful horse land after death as I fully plan to die whenever it would naturally occur. Saying that isn't going to keep me from killing myself mate, it's just going to make me pissed off because I consider myself a rational person and really thinking about my fantasy ruins it. So fuck you, asshole.
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>>180131
Maybe I can play along. I'm not sure if I can trust you though. Just who are you and how do you have such powerful magic?
"Didn't we go over that before? I'm Ajna"
Yeah, and the Ajna I knew didn't have anything beyond some psychic powers.
"And I still don't."
Then how the heck do you plan to keep me from breaking the promise?
"Call it a hunch, but I think you're the type of pony to be loyal to her commitments. When's the last time you've blown somepony off?"
To be honest, I don't think I've sucked any dicks yet.
"I sincerely wish I could slap you right now."
Well you can't. You also can't keep me from tracking you down either. I can pop in on you at any time, day or night and figure out where you're at. Whatever you've got to hide from me, I'll find out eventually, because this adventuring thing is actually pretty fun.
"...Fine. Since it'll make no difference, close your eyes and empty your mind."
You do as she asks, and you feel yourself separated from her body somehow. Though you aren't sure why, you get the sense that this whole time you have been capable of moving independently of her, and just didn't. An almost blinding light forces your eyes awake, and you see Ajna, an almost perfect duplicate of yourself, wearing about her neck, the Element of Loyalty.
"I took your necklaces."
. . .
A sudden scent of pancakes and maple syrup wafts through your nose and forces you back into your original body. You open your eyes and see Blossom, standing on top of you with a plate of food.
>"Wakey wakey, sleepy head, we've got grub!"
Maybe I can play along. I'm not sure if I can trust you though. Just who are you and how do you have such powerful magic?
"Didn't we go over that before? I'm Ajna"
Yeah, and the Ajna I knew didn't have anything beyond some psychic powers.
"And I still don't."
Then how the heck do you plan to keep me from breaking the promise?
"Call it a hunch, but I think you're the type of pony to be loyal to her commitments. When's the last time you've blown somepony off?"
To be honest, I don't think I've sucked any dicks yet.
"I sincerely wish I could slap you right now."
Well you can't. You also can't keep me from tracking you down either. I can pop in on you at any time, day or night and figure out where you're at. Whatever you've got to hide from me, I'll find out eventually, because this adventuring thing is actually pretty fun.
"...Fine. Since it'll make no difference, close your eyes and empty your mind."
You do as she asks, and you feel yourself separated from her body somehow. Though you aren't sure why, you get the sense that this whole time you have been capable of moving independently of her, and just didn't. An almost blinding light forces your eyes awake, and you see Ajna, an almost perfect duplicate of yourself, wearing about her neck, the Element of Loyalty.
"I took your necklaces."
. . .
A sudden scent of pancakes and maple syrup wafts through your nose and forces you back into your original body. You open your eyes and see Blossom, standing on top of you with a plate of food.
>"Wakey wakey, sleepy head, we've got grub!"
Anonymous
No.180437
>>180436
"Well that's just rude, all she left us with is more questions. We heckin' need those gods damn it!" Shout it with no context, context is for the weak [1d100 = 58]
"Well that's just rude, all she left us with is more questions. We heckin' need those gods damn it!" Shout it with no context, context is for the weak [1d100 = 58]
Anonymous
No.180438
Anonymous
No.180441
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>>180417
>frequently
because people are stupid and they dont know where to shoot, or are using shitty calibers
shotgun takes care of it easy, you'd have to be stupid or really unlucky for it not to work
we've probably all fought those thoughts for ages, no need for spoilers, fag- its more noticeable than a tiny ass paragraph is
but for one reason or another, we're all here to filly
you can go out and meet us there, but you're gonna feel so left out when we're talking about all the waifubots and shit that got made after you gone
>frequently
because people are stupid and they dont know where to shoot, or are using shitty calibers
shotgun takes care of it easy, you'd have to be stupid or really unlucky for it not to work
we've probably all fought those thoughts for ages, no need for spoilers, fag- its more noticeable than a tiny ass paragraph is
but for one reason or another, we're all here to filly
you can go out and meet us there, but you're gonna feel so left out when we're talking about all the waifubots and shit that got made after you gone
Anonymous
No.180442
Alright fellas, I think I've finally got something done that is passable writing but it's still shit compared to what I could've done if I had concentrated on this with more of my free time. However, I know that this time spent doing other life shit has probably made me regress in ability, so tell me what I did well and what I could improve on for future. Lik coment supskrib 4moar.
>Last we left Anon, he was coming home from school after hearing about a field trip scheduled for this weekend
>Stay tuned to find out what happens, because it's happening RIGHT NOW!
>Last we left Anon, he was coming home from school after hearing about a field trip scheduled for this weekend
>Stay tuned to find out what happens, because it's happening RIGHT NOW!
>>180446
>It's not a long walk and you make it back with no problems
>Once inside, you go put away your stuff and go off to find Twilight
>You don't have to look very hard, she's down in the lab if those science-y noises aren't just your ears messing with you
>You walk your way down the winding staircase shrouded in a purple glow until you find those two giant doors
>Pressing your ear to one of them, you can definitely hear that science is happening in there
>Now, how to get in?
>Or should you even try?
>As far as you know, it's completely sealed to you
>...
>.....
>.......
>Well, you might as well wait
>After all, you'd rather not push your luck
>You sit down outside the laboratory after knocking on the door a few times
>It gets pretty boring after a while, but Spike eventually shows up for some reason
>"Hey Anon, why are you down here?"
"Waiting for Twilight. How about you?"
>"I'm just checking in. You weren't in any of your usual spots, so I guessed you'd go looking for Twilight and I was right."
"Any particular reason? I appreciate the concern, but why?"
>"I'm bored and I heard you come in."
"Oh. Sorry, but I'm not really doing anything interesting in case you couldn't tell."
>"Well, you can at least tell me why you're waiting for Twilight outside the lab."
"Ms. Cheerilee said something about a field trip today that's happening over the weekend and I wanted to ask her about it."
>"Let me guess, the Canterlot trip?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
>"Sweetie Belle's told me about it over the years. Why is it happening now, though?"
"Something something politics, something something history."
>"And I'd be willing to bet all the money Twilight doesn't pay me that it had something to do with Chrysalis."
"Well, conglaturation! You're winner!"
>Spike turns towards you with a very confused look on his face when he hears that trainwreck of a reference to something he doesn't even know about
"It's a reference."
>"... Anyway, did anything else happen at school?"
"Nah, it was pretty boring. Cheerilee gave us information, we wrote it down, and there wasn't much that I didn't know or get." How were things back here?"
>"Pretty boring too. I'd already finished all my chores for the week and Twilight has been in the lab since she woke up this morning, so I just did some random stuff around here."
"Dang, what's she doing in there?"
>"I don't know, but there were some explosions and the lights flickered a few times."
"Kinda makes you wonder what's going on in there, doesn't it?"
>"Yeah, but you're stupid if you think I'd want to be anywhere near what's happening in there."
>Without anything left to say, the conversation falls into a somewhat awkward lull
>Nothing you haven't dealt with before, though
>You take this opportunity to check back in on some of your mental subprocesses while Spike looks around the area
>You still haven't reached a conclusion on your big question, no surprises there
>You can still remember some of what Ms. Cheerilee said in class
>Time to go to the old standby, and make a story in your head!
>Anon's at school
>Purple is there
>Purple say 'lern math anon'
>Anon say 'heck u purpl'
>Purple gets hecked
>End of Volume 1
>This continues on to about volume 4 before the door to the lab finally opens and Twilight steps out
>However, something hits you before anything else when the doors open
>The smell of burning sulfur
>Also, Twilight appears to be covered in a light layer of soot with an outline in the shape of a lab coat and goggles
>Wasting no time, you decide to grab Twilight's attention with a question
"Dang, what happened to you?"
>It's not a long walk and you make it back with no problems
>Once inside, you go put away your stuff and go off to find Twilight
>You don't have to look very hard, she's down in the lab if those science-y noises aren't just your ears messing with you
>You walk your way down the winding staircase shrouded in a purple glow until you find those two giant doors
>Pressing your ear to one of them, you can definitely hear that science is happening in there
>Now, how to get in?
>Or should you even try?
>As far as you know, it's completely sealed to you
>...
>.....
>.......
>Well, you might as well wait
>After all, you'd rather not push your luck
>You sit down outside the laboratory after knocking on the door a few times
>It gets pretty boring after a while, but Spike eventually shows up for some reason
>"Hey Anon, why are you down here?"
"Waiting for Twilight. How about you?"
>"I'm just checking in. You weren't in any of your usual spots, so I guessed you'd go looking for Twilight and I was right."
"Any particular reason? I appreciate the concern, but why?"
>"I'm bored and I heard you come in."
"Oh. Sorry, but I'm not really doing anything interesting in case you couldn't tell."
>"Well, you can at least tell me why you're waiting for Twilight outside the lab."
"Ms. Cheerilee said something about a field trip today that's happening over the weekend and I wanted to ask her about it."
>"Let me guess, the Canterlot trip?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
>"Sweetie Belle's told me about it over the years. Why is it happening now, though?"
"Something something politics, something something history."
>"And I'd be willing to bet all the money Twilight doesn't pay me that it had something to do with Chrysalis."
"Well, conglaturation! You're winner!"
>Spike turns towards you with a very confused look on his face when he hears that trainwreck of a reference to something he doesn't even know about
"It's a reference."
>"... Anyway, did anything else happen at school?"
"Nah, it was pretty boring. Cheerilee gave us information, we wrote it down, and there wasn't much that I didn't know or get." How were things back here?"
>"Pretty boring too. I'd already finished all my chores for the week and Twilight has been in the lab since she woke up this morning, so I just did some random stuff around here."
"Dang, what's she doing in there?"
>"I don't know, but there were some explosions and the lights flickered a few times."
"Kinda makes you wonder what's going on in there, doesn't it?"
>"Yeah, but you're stupid if you think I'd want to be anywhere near what's happening in there."
>Without anything left to say, the conversation falls into a somewhat awkward lull
>Nothing you haven't dealt with before, though
>You take this opportunity to check back in on some of your mental subprocesses while Spike looks around the area
>You still haven't reached a conclusion on your big question, no surprises there
>You can still remember some of what Ms. Cheerilee said in class
>Time to go to the old standby, and make a story in your head!
>Anon's at school
>Purple is there
>Purple say 'lern math anon'
>Anon say 'heck u purpl'
>Purple gets hecked
>End of Volume 1
>This continues on to about volume 4 before the door to the lab finally opens and Twilight steps out
>However, something hits you before anything else when the doors open
>The smell of burning sulfur
>Also, Twilight appears to be covered in a light layer of soot with an outline in the shape of a lab coat and goggles
>Wasting no time, you decide to grab Twilight's attention with a question
"Dang, what happened to you?"
>>180447
>She takes a moment to shake some of it off, but it has little effect to your knowledge
>"A few of my calculations were off resulting in some... rather lively reactions, but in case you're worried, it only happened 3 times before the issue was completely corrected."
>That response only leaves you with more questions, but you decide against asking them in case their answers might have anything to do with Twilight getting you home
>At least, you decide not to ask them around Spike
"Anyway, I was hoping to ask you about something."
>"Sure, just make it quick. I don't want to keep this stuff on me for much longer and it'll probably stain something."
>You give her a quick recap of the events of today and the trip that Ms. Cheerilee told you about, finishing off by asking Twilight whether you're going with her or the class
>Twilight gazes off ahead of her for a second before turning back to you
>"I'll go with you to make Cheerilee's trip a bit easier."
>With that, she teleports off to somewhere leaving only a few dirty hoofprints where she was just standing
>It's down to you and Spike again, and you still don't have anything to say!
>Spike, however, seems occupied with the floor now that Twilight's left for somewhere else
>He then sighs and stands up, going back up the stairs
>"I'll get the broom..."
>Now that you're alone, you're left to your own devices again
>As you stand up to leave yourself, you end up catching something that seems pretty inviting
>The lab doors remain open
>Mischief.exe processing...
>Cancel program? Y/N
>Y
>Cancelling...
>You still wince sometimes remembering your last escapade in the lab, so there's no way that you're risking another injury
>However, you're pretty sure that you can just look around without any problems
>You wander into the lab, following the trail of dust that Twilight left in her wake all the way back to its source
>Sure enough, it's from exactly what you thought
>The table that once held the ingredients to getting you home is now scorched and covered in singed papers while the surrounding area is covered in a thin layer of ash
>You can even see a thin, but distinct border around part of the area where Twilight probably tried to put up a shield
>Other than that though, there doesn't seem to be that much damage to the general vicinity
>Good, no castles collapsing out of nowhere
>When you walk back out into the lab's entryway, you see Spike sweeping the ash that Twilight left into a dustpan
>Quickly, you look down to your own hooves to check if you're tracking anything around
>Nope, clean
>You continue on towards the dragon until you reach him, then stop
"Hey, uh, there's a lot more in there that probably needs to be cleaned. Want me to help you out with it?"
>Spike looks up from his current task and pauses for a brief moment
>"I don't think you'll be able to help too much, do you even know how to sweep?"
>You do not
>Even at home on Earth with hands to work with, you still sucked at it
>Seriously, somehow there was more dirt on the floor after you tried it
"Good point. Just warning you though, it looks like somebody threw a molotov onto the world's largest sheet of paper in there."
>"What's a 'molotov'?"
>Nice job, you screwed up again
>How do you get out of telling someone about being an ayy now?
>One thing's for sure though, roll for your pokerface...
"It's... It's a kind of spell that shoots out a projectile that explodes into fire when it hits something, and its arc looks kind of like if somepony threw a ball."
>"Huh! Where'd you learn about this kind of magic?"
"You know... books and stuff?"
>"Cool; I guess I'll figure out what one of those molotov spells does when I get to the end of those tracks."
>Spike then resumes his sweeping and you head back up the stairs
>She takes a moment to shake some of it off, but it has little effect to your knowledge
>"A few of my calculations were off resulting in some... rather lively reactions, but in case you're worried, it only happened 3 times before the issue was completely corrected."
>That response only leaves you with more questions, but you decide against asking them in case their answers might have anything to do with Twilight getting you home
>At least, you decide not to ask them around Spike
"Anyway, I was hoping to ask you about something."
>"Sure, just make it quick. I don't want to keep this stuff on me for much longer and it'll probably stain something."
>You give her a quick recap of the events of today and the trip that Ms. Cheerilee told you about, finishing off by asking Twilight whether you're going with her or the class
>Twilight gazes off ahead of her for a second before turning back to you
>"I'll go with you to make Cheerilee's trip a bit easier."
>With that, she teleports off to somewhere leaving only a few dirty hoofprints where she was just standing
>It's down to you and Spike again, and you still don't have anything to say!
>Spike, however, seems occupied with the floor now that Twilight's left for somewhere else
>He then sighs and stands up, going back up the stairs
>"I'll get the broom..."
>Now that you're alone, you're left to your own devices again
>As you stand up to leave yourself, you end up catching something that seems pretty inviting
>The lab doors remain open
>Mischief.exe processing...
>Cancel program? Y/N
>Y
>Cancelling...
>You still wince sometimes remembering your last escapade in the lab, so there's no way that you're risking another injury
>However, you're pretty sure that you can just look around without any problems
>You wander into the lab, following the trail of dust that Twilight left in her wake all the way back to its source
>Sure enough, it's from exactly what you thought
>The table that once held the ingredients to getting you home is now scorched and covered in singed papers while the surrounding area is covered in a thin layer of ash
>You can even see a thin, but distinct border around part of the area where Twilight probably tried to put up a shield
>Other than that though, there doesn't seem to be that much damage to the general vicinity
>Good, no castles collapsing out of nowhere
>When you walk back out into the lab's entryway, you see Spike sweeping the ash that Twilight left into a dustpan
>Quickly, you look down to your own hooves to check if you're tracking anything around
>Nope, clean
>You continue on towards the dragon until you reach him, then stop
"Hey, uh, there's a lot more in there that probably needs to be cleaned. Want me to help you out with it?"
>Spike looks up from his current task and pauses for a brief moment
>"I don't think you'll be able to help too much, do you even know how to sweep?"
>You do not
>Even at home on Earth with hands to work with, you still sucked at it
>Seriously, somehow there was more dirt on the floor after you tried it
"Good point. Just warning you though, it looks like somebody threw a molotov onto the world's largest sheet of paper in there."
>"What's a 'molotov'?"
>Nice job, you screwed up again
>How do you get out of telling someone about being an ayy now?
>One thing's for sure though, roll for your pokerface...
"It's... It's a kind of spell that shoots out a projectile that explodes into fire when it hits something, and its arc looks kind of like if somepony threw a ball."
>"Huh! Where'd you learn about this kind of magic?"
"You know... books and stuff?"
>"Cool; I guess I'll figure out what one of those molotov spells does when I get to the end of those tracks."
>Spike then resumes his sweeping and you head back up the stairs
>>180448
>Be Spike
>Once again, a large mess has been made and you're the only one equipped to handle it
>At least Anon offered to help, but she said that she wouldn't know how to
>Oh well, it's just another job to do
>Besides, it can't be that big of a mess, right?
>You work your way along the trail of ash and dust and head deeper into the lab, making a few stops along the way to organize all the dirt into a large pile near the door
>Eventually, you work your way back to the trail's end and witness the true magnitude of it all
>How did some of it get on the ceiling!?
>That's not even considering how much of it is on the walls, which looks to be almost as much as on the floor...
>Maybe you should've accepted the help
>Maybe you should still go back and ask for it
>Maybe you should even ask Twilight to help out with it
>Nah, you said you could handle it yourself, so that's what you'll do
>You sigh inwardly as you grit your teeth, grip the broom handle, and get to work
>The mess goes away faster than you expected though, so that's cool
>After a few minutes of working, you have a sizeable pile built up in the middle of the room
>That's the floor cleaned, now to work on the walls
>It takes some reaching, but you are also able to knock the soot off the walls with a few concentrated efforts
>Lastly, the ceiling
>You have to get a ladder, but the ceiling is cleaned too
>That last bit of ash is added to the pile, and you begin sweeping it out of the room and back to the other piles you made
>However, something catches your eye
>Twilight left some papers out on a desk
>That's not really like her, she usually puts them away into a folder or something after recording everything she needs to
>Could she be coming back here?
>Maybe, but then why would she have gone off to clean herself up?
>If she's just going to come back and do more stuff, then why bother?
>After some more internal back and forth, you decide to do her a favor and at least put these papers into a folder that you saw on the table
>As you put the papers into an organized stack, you can't help but take a look at what was written on a few of them
>It's mostly science jargon that you don't understand, but you see a few lines on what looks to be the last page that catches your eye
>"Revised test successful, stable connection established, tell Anon"
>Why would Twilight need to tell Anon about an experiment?
>Also, what does she mean by 'stable connection established'?
>This makes you go back through the other papers, hoping to find something that you missed before that can give you a better idea of what's going on
>Unfortunately, you didn't miss much
>A few charts, graphs and equations on the backs of some papers, but that's about it
>Now feeling more confused than you have in a decent while, you decide to throw in the towel
>If you're meant to find out, you'll be told about it at some point
>It might not hurt to ask Anon or Twilight about that though, in case you are
>You finish putting the papers into the folder, clear off the table of any other dust and debris, and finish sweeping your pile back out to the other one
>Once you're satisfied with your work, you finish sweeping it up the stairs and out the door
>It's a hard process to get it up there, but you've mastered it over the years
>After all that is taken care of and the dirt is swept into a trash can, you decide to head back to your room and kill time before dinner
>Be Spike
>Once again, a large mess has been made and you're the only one equipped to handle it
>At least Anon offered to help, but she said that she wouldn't know how to
>Oh well, it's just another job to do
>Besides, it can't be that big of a mess, right?
>You work your way along the trail of ash and dust and head deeper into the lab, making a few stops along the way to organize all the dirt into a large pile near the door
>Eventually, you work your way back to the trail's end and witness the true magnitude of it all
>How did some of it get on the ceiling!?
>That's not even considering how much of it is on the walls, which looks to be almost as much as on the floor...
>Maybe you should've accepted the help
>Maybe you should still go back and ask for it
>Maybe you should even ask Twilight to help out with it
>Nah, you said you could handle it yourself, so that's what you'll do
>You sigh inwardly as you grit your teeth, grip the broom handle, and get to work
>The mess goes away faster than you expected though, so that's cool
>After a few minutes of working, you have a sizeable pile built up in the middle of the room
>That's the floor cleaned, now to work on the walls
>It takes some reaching, but you are also able to knock the soot off the walls with a few concentrated efforts
>Lastly, the ceiling
>You have to get a ladder, but the ceiling is cleaned too
>That last bit of ash is added to the pile, and you begin sweeping it out of the room and back to the other piles you made
>However, something catches your eye
>Twilight left some papers out on a desk
>That's not really like her, she usually puts them away into a folder or something after recording everything she needs to
>Could she be coming back here?
>Maybe, but then why would she have gone off to clean herself up?
>If she's just going to come back and do more stuff, then why bother?
>After some more internal back and forth, you decide to do her a favor and at least put these papers into a folder that you saw on the table
>As you put the papers into an organized stack, you can't help but take a look at what was written on a few of them
>It's mostly science jargon that you don't understand, but you see a few lines on what looks to be the last page that catches your eye
>"Revised test successful, stable connection established, tell Anon"
>Why would Twilight need to tell Anon about an experiment?
>Also, what does she mean by 'stable connection established'?
>This makes you go back through the other papers, hoping to find something that you missed before that can give you a better idea of what's going on
>Unfortunately, you didn't miss much
>A few charts, graphs and equations on the backs of some papers, but that's about it
>Now feeling more confused than you have in a decent while, you decide to throw in the towel
>If you're meant to find out, you'll be told about it at some point
>It might not hurt to ask Anon or Twilight about that though, in case you are
>You finish putting the papers into the folder, clear off the table of any other dust and debris, and finish sweeping your pile back out to the other one
>Once you're satisfied with your work, you finish sweeping it up the stairs and out the door
>It's a hard process to get it up there, but you've mastered it over the years
>After all that is taken care of and the dirt is swept into a trash can, you decide to head back to your room and kill time before dinner
>>180449
>Be Twilight
>Your first few trial runs with testing the efficiency of your inter-universal portal spell went pretty shakily, but you figured it out quickly and fixed the issues almost immediately
>Now that all that's taken care of, you can get to work on replicating the conditions which brought Anon here tomorrow!
>Before that though, you need to finish up in the shower
>You should also clean up down in the lab, if Spike hasn't already taken care of it
>And probably wait until tomorrow, like you thought
>It's definitely been more than 2 days since you last slept and coffee's not doing it anymore
>Early to bed for you, then
>You finish washing and drying yourself off and teleport back down to the lab's entrance
>When you get there, you find the door open
>Shit
>At least the interior's spotless
>Thanks, Spike!
>Well, you should at least do a cursory check now to make sure nobody touched anything important
>You work your way through each area, checking everything to make sure that nothing's been changed
>When you get back to the area where you did the experiment though, you find the folder containing the details of your experiments with portals
>Okay, you might have left that out
>Was it opened, though?
>You think back on it, but fail to remember properly despite it only happening several minutes ago
>Even more proof that you need sleep
>Rip
>Should probably ask him about it, just to make sure
>Yeah, probably
>Worst-case scenario, he figures it all out and you have to fix that
>It won't be the first time you've had to use a memory-altering spell, and it certainly won't be the last
>It will be one of the few times you've had to use it on Spike, though
>Given how well he handles his own secrets though, you really should make sure that he forgets anything he may have learned from this file
>You spend a few minutes wandering around aimlessly looking for Spike before finding him in his own room
>He's on his bed with a comic book in one claw and his plush in the other, but he quickly discards the latter item upon your entry
>"Hey Twilight, what's up?"
"I was just wondering if I put that file in the lab back together or not. Can you help me refresh my memory?"
>Spike answers nonchalantly, confirming the worse of the two possibilities
"Well, did you see anything in it that confused you?"
>Be Spike
>Twilight's in your room asking you about that file you found in the lab
>Well, you didn't have to ask first!
>That's pretty cool...
"Yeah, I was wondering why you wrote a note on the last page about telling Anon; that's about all I really paid attention to."
>Twilight raises her eyebrows for a second before dropping back to a neutral expression
>"Oh. Sorry, I can't help you with that yet."
>That...
>Was an odd answer, but an answer it was
"Well, can you tell me when I'll be able to know?"
>Twilight shakes her head no and you see her horn ignite
>A mild wave of panic mixed with a tsunami of confusion crash upon you in this moment as you watch the glow become brighter and brighter
>"Not for the foreseeable future. By the way, sorry in advance."
"Sorry for-"
>A bright purple glow stuns you for a few seconds as you feel... something leave you
>The feeling fades with the glow though, and soon your vision returns in full as you lose the feeling entirely
>Oh well, that was probably nothing
>You see Twilight standing in your doorway, looking expectantly at you
"... What?"
>"I just came down to tell you that I'm starting dinner. Do you want to help?"
>And you just got comfortable...
"Sure, just let me put this back."
>You place the comic book back on your pile and follow Twilight out of the room and up to the kitchen for dinner
>Be Twilight
>Your first few trial runs with testing the efficiency of your inter-universal portal spell went pretty shakily, but you figured it out quickly and fixed the issues almost immediately
>Now that all that's taken care of, you can get to work on replicating the conditions which brought Anon here tomorrow!
>Before that though, you need to finish up in the shower
>You should also clean up down in the lab, if Spike hasn't already taken care of it
>And probably wait until tomorrow, like you thought
>It's definitely been more than 2 days since you last slept and coffee's not doing it anymore
>Early to bed for you, then
>You finish washing and drying yourself off and teleport back down to the lab's entrance
>When you get there, you find the door open
>Shit
>At least the interior's spotless
>Thanks, Spike!
>Well, you should at least do a cursory check now to make sure nobody touched anything important
>You work your way through each area, checking everything to make sure that nothing's been changed
>When you get back to the area where you did the experiment though, you find the folder containing the details of your experiments with portals
>Okay, you might have left that out
>Was it opened, though?
>You think back on it, but fail to remember properly despite it only happening several minutes ago
>Even more proof that you need sleep
>Rip
>Should probably ask him about it, just to make sure
>Yeah, probably
>Worst-case scenario, he figures it all out and you have to fix that
>It won't be the first time you've had to use a memory-altering spell, and it certainly won't be the last
>It will be one of the few times you've had to use it on Spike, though
>Given how well he handles his own secrets though, you really should make sure that he forgets anything he may have learned from this file
>You spend a few minutes wandering around aimlessly looking for Spike before finding him in his own room
>He's on his bed with a comic book in one claw and his plush in the other, but he quickly discards the latter item upon your entry
>"Hey Twilight, what's up?"
"I was just wondering if I put that file in the lab back together or not. Can you help me refresh my memory?"
>Spike answers nonchalantly, confirming the worse of the two possibilities
"Well, did you see anything in it that confused you?"
>Be Spike
>Twilight's in your room asking you about that file you found in the lab
>Well, you didn't have to ask first!
>That's pretty cool...
"Yeah, I was wondering why you wrote a note on the last page about telling Anon; that's about all I really paid attention to."
>Twilight raises her eyebrows for a second before dropping back to a neutral expression
>"Oh. Sorry, I can't help you with that yet."
>That...
>Was an odd answer, but an answer it was
"Well, can you tell me when I'll be able to know?"
>Twilight shakes her head no and you see her horn ignite
>A mild wave of panic mixed with a tsunami of confusion crash upon you in this moment as you watch the glow become brighter and brighter
>"Not for the foreseeable future. By the way, sorry in advance."
"Sorry for-"
>A bright purple glow stuns you for a few seconds as you feel... something leave you
>The feeling fades with the glow though, and soon your vision returns in full as you lose the feeling entirely
>Oh well, that was probably nothing
>You see Twilight standing in your doorway, looking expectantly at you
"... What?"
>"I just came down to tell you that I'm starting dinner. Do you want to help?"
>And you just got comfortable...
"Sure, just let me put this back."
>You place the comic book back on your pile and follow Twilight out of the room and up to the kitchen for dinner
>>180447
That format break about halfway down is the weirdest shit i've ever seen. A line on a chan with > at the beginning that isn't green
That format break about halfway down is the weirdest shit i've ever seen. A line on a chan with > at the beginning that isn't green
>>180436
I think we should honor the promise for now. Try to figure out what she's up to with Twilight and others and if worse comes to worst we can inconspicuously report to Celestia about the stolen artifacts to get some help. [1d100 = 7]
>>180450
Good to see you write again. Purple is a paranoid cunt.
I think we should honor the promise for now. Try to figure out what she's up to with Twilight and others and if worse comes to worst we can inconspicuously report to Celestia about the stolen artifacts to get some help. [1d100 = 7]
>>180450
Good to see you write again. Purple is a paranoid cunt.
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>>180454
I will not die until this story is done, you have my word. Whenever I go silent, just remember: I'm only missing in action unless for some reason something physically happens to me that prevents me from writing ever again. That's not likely to happen though, seeing as I never go outside!. Anyway, I'm tired and needed to be asleep an hour ago. See you all tomorrow!
I will not die until this story is done, you have my word. Whenever I go silent, just remember: I'm only missing in action unless for some reason something physically happens to me that prevents me from writing ever again. That's not likely to happen though, seeing as I never go outside!. Anyway, I'm tired and needed to be asleep an hour ago. See you all tomorrow!
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>everyone in this thread
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Anonymous
No.180534
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I love all of you faggots
n-no homo
n-no homo
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>>180436
The next sounds that come out of your mouth could not be accurately typed on a US-English keyboard, nor reasonably pronounced with a human tongue. At best, it could be described as the insane ramblings of a drunken homeless man, mixed with an annoyingly high-pitched Bashee's wail. Towards the end, five clear English words manage to make it out of the deluge of otherwise meaningless noise: "Bitch stole my Jew gold!"
>"Wait, I thought you said you weren't a Jew."
You reach your hooves forward and start shaking Blossomforth about.
"JEWELRY. GOLD. OUR FUCKING BLING IS GONE!"
>"We had bling? Really?"
"Gaaaaaahhhhh!"
A rather annoyed-looking Daring flies over you and presses her hooves around both sides of your head as she stares down at you.
>"Anon, if you don't shut your fucking mouth, I'm going to beat the black out of you."
"Do I look black to you?"
>"Your hair's as black as tar, and you're acting like an abbo fucked up on petrol. So if you keep screeching like that I'm going to give you a fucking shiner, roger?"
You stay silent and nod your head. Even if you wanted to fight back, it would be difficult with Blossom sitting on you right now.
>"Now, what exactly did you mean by 'our bling'?"
The next sounds that come out of your mouth could not be accurately typed on a US-English keyboard, nor reasonably pronounced with a human tongue. At best, it could be described as the insane ramblings of a drunken homeless man, mixed with an annoyingly high-pitched Bashee's wail. Towards the end, five clear English words manage to make it out of the deluge of otherwise meaningless noise: "Bitch stole my Jew gold!"
>"Wait, I thought you said you weren't a Jew."
You reach your hooves forward and start shaking Blossomforth about.
"JEWELRY. GOLD. OUR FUCKING BLING IS GONE!"
>"We had bling? Really?"
"Gaaaaaahhhhh!"
A rather annoyed-looking Daring flies over you and presses her hooves around both sides of your head as she stares down at you.
>"Anon, if you don't shut your fucking mouth, I'm going to beat the black out of you."
"Do I look black to you?"
>"Your hair's as black as tar, and you're acting like an abbo fucked up on petrol. So if you keep screeching like that I'm going to give you a fucking shiner, roger?"
You stay silent and nod your head. Even if you wanted to fight back, it would be difficult with Blossom sitting on you right now.
>"Now, what exactly did you mean by 'our bling'?"
Anonymous
No.180558
>>180555
"The pony we're looking for who looks like me is actually the original owner of this body I'm wearing and the reason she was running out of the everfree is because she stole the elements, just these worthless little necklace things we need to save the world from that blasted communist and herred chinese invaders changeling friends. If you're watching by the way, Ajna, there's no way we're not going to follow you now since we really do actually seriously need those things fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" [1d100 = 24]
"The pony we're looking for who looks like me is actually the original owner of this body I'm wearing and the reason she was running out of the everfree is because she stole the elements, just these worthless little necklace things we need to save the world from that blasted communist and her
>Hundreds of anons become fillies
>They storm the castle
>Purple forced to retreat
>Fillies celebrate by raiding all the fridges
>They storm the castle
>Purple forced to retreat
>Fillies celebrate by raiding all the fridges
Had an Aussie friend tell me that they're more likely to say "bloody", like the Brits, than "fucking", like Americans. Is this true?
Anonymous
No.180568
>>180566
Somewhat. Less often than the Brits, more often than Americans. Australian speech is like the British speech and American speech hatefucked and created an abomination that uses both.
Somewhat. Less often than the Brits, more often than Americans. Australian speech is like the British speech and American speech hatefucked and created an abomination that uses both.
>>180567
>implying contentfags are the only ones who get to be the filly at all
>implying fillyfags don't get anything if they're just regular posters or lurkers
>implying contentfags are the only ones who get to be the filly at all
>implying fillyfags don't get anything if they're just regular posters or lurkers
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>>180540
I love you too Anon. Friendship truly is magic.
>>180564
I hope you don't mind if I expand on this, Anon. I like your idea, and I wanted to flesh it out a bit more for you into a one-off story and I still feel guilty about going for so long without giving you all anything. So, here's something I whipped up in an hour!
>War is hell
>The battle has waged for weeks, maybe even months with no ground being gained for either side
>At first, Twilight was willing to take in a few of you
>When the flow expanded though, she evicted you all
>Now, there are hundreds of you
>Homeless, wandering the forests and the edge of town to find something
>Something to give you a life beyond vagrancy
>The orange fillies took it both the worst and the best
>They retreated into the Everfree to start up a society of their own, only coming back to gather up the rest of you and come back
>When you all got there, you found an entire compound complete with fortifications and makeshift weaponry
>Some of the unicorns even managed to devise some powerful magical weapons and construct basic firearms for everyone else
>They were content to continue with the lives they carved out here, but one earth filly had other ideas
>(S)he was the leader of the revolution
>An unnamed green anon from a nonspecific background who was fed up with the treatment that everyone was receiving
>Her(his) cries for change galvanized the hundreds-strong horde of prepubescent ponies to an action that would change Ponyville forever
>The preparation lasted for a month
>Weapons were mass produced, armor was fashioned from the hide of a felled hydra, and fillies were drilled into soldiers
>Then, the fateful day arrived
>The day when hell rose up to grab that quaint little town by the balls
>Out of the forest you all marched in rank, pegasi performing overwatch while unicorns and the contentfags provided defensive support
>You all marched up to the steps of Twilight's castle and demanded an unconditional surrender
>She refused, opting to project a shield around the castle instead
>You were prepared for this
>Your leader calls up the contentfags to breach this wall, and it shatters under their combined magical force
>Resuming your march, this impromptu legion storms the castle to find Twilight
>After clearing the entire area, the search turns up nothing
>Some of the unicorns decide to sweep for magical residue and discover telltale signs of teleportation
>Twilight ran
>You all took this lull to celebrate and appreciate some of the modern commodities you all missed in the mean time
>Running water, real food, beds and ways to get clean
>Little did you all know that this was just the start
>The next morning at dawn, the royal army reared its ugly head
>The first battle was a rout with you slaughtering them, but this was just the advance party
>Fortifications were quickly thrown up around the town as you all scrambled to create a perimeter
>The brains of the operation and your leader shored up inside the castle and created a nerve center with new arrivals from the lull being trained there
>Those not fit for combat or fortification duties after that first battle were used to move supplies
>Some civilians had to be physically removed, but this is a matter of pride and justice now
>Justice for those who made it to Equestria but didn't make it through the trying times before
>Pride in what you've achieved in the little time you've spent here
>The fortifications go up smoothly and supplies are distributed before the rest of the army shows
>Things were looking hopeful
>Your magical weaponry was able to overwhelm their meager defenses and they had no knowledge of gunpowder
>The army's initial assault was crumpled and torn apart like a paper tank in a blender
>However, they were prepared for this too
>The advance party had somehow gotten word to them about your equipment, so they had brought the best at their disposal
>Powerful unicorns to create a magical dead-zone around the town
>Heavy enchanted armor to take gunfire
>Siege equipment to starve you out, if necessary
>That was weeks ago
>Somehow you all have survived to continue the combat, but resources are beginning to run low
>The walls are getting weaker and weaker
>Every day, more fillies come to the medical area and can't be treated
>Loss is imminent, and with what you all have done, you know that no prisoners will be taken
>However, you all will still fight tooth and nail to keep it
>Even with your limited resources, they still take three casualties for every one of yours
>Your leader and the other generals now spend all their time in the castle, trying to find a way out of this pit
>Word hasn't come back from them yet, and rumors are circulating that they committed suicide to escape punishment
>Finally, an ear-splitting crack reverberates through the wreckage of the once-lively town stirring all who hear it and sending many into a panic
>The Equestrian Army has breached the wall
I love you too Anon. Friendship truly is magic.
>>180564
I hope you don't mind if I expand on this, Anon. I like your idea, and I wanted to flesh it out a bit more for you into a one-off story and I still feel guilty about going for so long without giving you all anything. So, here's something I whipped up in an hour!
>War is hell
>The battle has waged for weeks, maybe even months with no ground being gained for either side
>At first, Twilight was willing to take in a few of you
>When the flow expanded though, she evicted you all
>Now, there are hundreds of you
>Homeless, wandering the forests and the edge of town to find something
>Something to give you a life beyond vagrancy
>The orange fillies took it both the worst and the best
>They retreated into the Everfree to start up a society of their own, only coming back to gather up the rest of you and come back
>When you all got there, you found an entire compound complete with fortifications and makeshift weaponry
>Some of the unicorns even managed to devise some powerful magical weapons and construct basic firearms for everyone else
>They were content to continue with the lives they carved out here, but one earth filly had other ideas
>(S)he was the leader of the revolution
>An unnamed green anon from a nonspecific background who was fed up with the treatment that everyone was receiving
>Her(his) cries for change galvanized the hundreds-strong horde of prepubescent ponies to an action that would change Ponyville forever
>The preparation lasted for a month
>Weapons were mass produced, armor was fashioned from the hide of a felled hydra, and fillies were drilled into soldiers
>Then, the fateful day arrived
>The day when hell rose up to grab that quaint little town by the balls
>Out of the forest you all marched in rank, pegasi performing overwatch while unicorns and the contentfags provided defensive support
>You all marched up to the steps of Twilight's castle and demanded an unconditional surrender
>She refused, opting to project a shield around the castle instead
>You were prepared for this
>Your leader calls up the contentfags to breach this wall, and it shatters under their combined magical force
>Resuming your march, this impromptu legion storms the castle to find Twilight
>After clearing the entire area, the search turns up nothing
>Some of the unicorns decide to sweep for magical residue and discover telltale signs of teleportation
>Twilight ran
>You all took this lull to celebrate and appreciate some of the modern commodities you all missed in the mean time
>Running water, real food, beds and ways to get clean
>Little did you all know that this was just the start
>The next morning at dawn, the royal army reared its ugly head
>The first battle was a rout with you slaughtering them, but this was just the advance party
>Fortifications were quickly thrown up around the town as you all scrambled to create a perimeter
>The brains of the operation and your leader shored up inside the castle and created a nerve center with new arrivals from the lull being trained there
>Those not fit for combat or fortification duties after that first battle were used to move supplies
>Some civilians had to be physically removed, but this is a matter of pride and justice now
>Justice for those who made it to Equestria but didn't make it through the trying times before
>Pride in what you've achieved in the little time you've spent here
>The fortifications go up smoothly and supplies are distributed before the rest of the army shows
>Things were looking hopeful
>Your magical weaponry was able to overwhelm their meager defenses and they had no knowledge of gunpowder
>The army's initial assault was crumpled and torn apart like a paper tank in a blender
>However, they were prepared for this too
>The advance party had somehow gotten word to them about your equipment, so they had brought the best at their disposal
>Powerful unicorns to create a magical dead-zone around the town
>Heavy enchanted armor to take gunfire
>Siege equipment to starve you out, if necessary
>That was weeks ago
>Somehow you all have survived to continue the combat, but resources are beginning to run low
>The walls are getting weaker and weaker
>Every day, more fillies come to the medical area and can't be treated
>Loss is imminent, and with what you all have done, you know that no prisoners will be taken
>However, you all will still fight tooth and nail to keep it
>Even with your limited resources, they still take three casualties for every one of yours
>Your leader and the other generals now spend all their time in the castle, trying to find a way out of this pit
>Word hasn't come back from them yet, and rumors are circulating that they committed suicide to escape punishment
>Finally, an ear-splitting crack reverberates through the wreckage of the once-lively town stirring all who hear it and sending many into a panic
>The Equestrian Army has breached the wall
Methfilly
No.180574
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>>180573
>The entire story was fabricated by the fillies to impress the babbies
>It was really just a slumber party that went past 1 a.m, with the fillies locking the door until Twilight forced her way in
>The entire story was fabricated by the fillies to impress the babbies
>It was really just a slumber party that went past 1 a.m, with the fillies locking the door until Twilight forced her way in
Anonymous
No.180580
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Anonymous
No.180581
>>180569
>Implying you're not a faggot
>Implying you can't just create content and secure your place as a filly
>Implying you're not a faggot
>Implying you can't just create content and secure your place as a filly
i actually went to the wiki and made sure this name wasn't a canon pony's name
Update time, shitty OC sidekick edition because i couldn't bring myself to write little league as a crankhead
>3 days before part 1 ended
>be Crystal Clear
>Orange coat, White mane Stallion
>Chemistry student at the Royal Canterlot University
>well, former student
>yep, you really fucked up this time
>gotta trot on home to the backwater town you grew up in because you just couldn't lay off the crystal
>fucking twilight
>how is this shit still legal
>you gotta give it credit tho
>god knows you would've failed that exam if you weren't clipping hard while studying
>you still cant believe clipping cought on as a phrase
>it makes sense, it does make a clipping sound when you crush it up under your hoof
>still sounds dangerously close to clopping
>oh shit
>you're train's here
>you board, feeling out of place with the amount of noble successes there are around
>fuck, its a good thing you still have your place
>you couldn't bare to see you're parents faces if you showed up on their doorstep
>you need a bump
>good think you still have about an 8 ball with you
>you nonchalantly crush a small crystal from your bag and hit it
>take me to happytown
>you know you need to be there right now
>you get a few dirty looks, but fuck em
>its still legal
>you recline in your seat and watch the countryside for the remainder of the trip
Update time, shitty OC sidekick edition because i couldn't bring myself to write little league as a crankhead
>3 days before part 1 ended
>be Crystal Clear
>Orange coat, White mane Stallion
>Chemistry student at the Royal Canterlot University
>well, former student
>yep, you really fucked up this time
>gotta trot on home to the backwater town you grew up in because you just couldn't lay off the crystal
>fucking twilight
>how is this shit still legal
>you gotta give it credit tho
>god knows you would've failed that exam if you weren't clipping hard while studying
>you still cant believe clipping cought on as a phrase
>it makes sense, it does make a clipping sound when you crush it up under your hoof
>still sounds dangerously close to clopping
>oh shit
>you're train's here
>you board, feeling out of place with the amount of noble successes there are around
>fuck, its a good thing you still have your place
>you couldn't bare to see you're parents faces if you showed up on their doorstep
>you need a bump
>good think you still have about an 8 ball with you
>you nonchalantly crush a small crystal from your bag and hit it
>take me to happytown
>you know you need to be there right now
>you get a few dirty looks, but fuck em
>its still legal
>you recline in your seat and watch the countryside for the remainder of the trip
>stepping off the train, you quickly scan your surroundings
>yeah, this place hasn't changed a bit
"welcome to ponyville, rural shithole of the country"
>your sililoquy is heard and retorted by a familliar voice
>"ay Crys, it aint that bad"
>you turn around to see an old friend
"Hey, bro, its good to see you"
>Cane, always an unhelpful voice in a shitty situation
>still, it is good to see him
"Yo, you been taking care of my house? I better not go in there and find a pigsty"
>"buck no dude, i kept it like, clean and shit"
"lets just get moving"
>you do exactly that
>as you walk down the street, you see what meth has been doing to this place
"hey, have the guard come down on that purple bitch for causing all this yet?"
>"nah man, the cant. Its not like she's done anything like, book illegal, so they cant peg her for shit. Besides, crystal aint that bad man! You seem to like it"
"yeah, thats only because not being on it makes me want to break my own ribs to make myself feel anything."
>that may have been a bit of an exaduration
>you eventually reach the front door of your cottage
>home sweet home.
>"so, i guess i'll see you on the flipside"
"Sure thing, peace bro"
>"peace"
>you enter the interior of your humble abode
>its quaint
>certainly bigger than that piece of shit studio you were renting in canterlot
>fuck, why did you have to go back for that 170mm tube furnace
>you could've gotten off with all that glassware
>the methylamine
>and the 220mm tube furnace you got off with
>it would've done fine anyway
>still, you just gotta work on a smaller scale now
>not like you have much of a choice now
>you were always a believer in fate
>and if fate wants you to be a meth cook
>you will make the best damn crystal in town!
>yeah, this place hasn't changed a bit
"welcome to ponyville, rural shithole of the country"
>your sililoquy is heard and retorted by a familliar voice
>"ay Crys, it aint that bad"
>you turn around to see an old friend
"Hey, bro, its good to see you"
>Cane, always an unhelpful voice in a shitty situation
>still, it is good to see him
"Yo, you been taking care of my house? I better not go in there and find a pigsty"
>"buck no dude, i kept it like, clean and shit"
"lets just get moving"
>you do exactly that
>as you walk down the street, you see what meth has been doing to this place
"hey, have the guard come down on that purple bitch for causing all this yet?"
>"nah man, the cant. Its not like she's done anything like, book illegal, so they cant peg her for shit. Besides, crystal aint that bad man! You seem to like it"
"yeah, thats only because not being on it makes me want to break my own ribs to make myself feel anything."
>that may have been a bit of an exaduration
>you eventually reach the front door of your cottage
>home sweet home.
>"so, i guess i'll see you on the flipside"
"Sure thing, peace bro"
>"peace"
>you enter the interior of your humble abode
>its quaint
>certainly bigger than that piece of shit studio you were renting in canterlot
>fuck, why did you have to go back for that 170mm tube furnace
>you could've gotten off with all that glassware
>the methylamine
>and the 220mm tube furnace you got off with
>it would've done fine anyway
>still, you just gotta work on a smaller scale now
>not like you have much of a choice now
>you were always a believer in fate
>and if fate wants you to be a meth cook
>you will make the best damn crystal in town!
>day after next
>you took the one day to reajust yourself
>its amazing that ponies still buy meth underground to avoid tax
>not to mention that corporate assholes cut it
>you want strong, pure shit you go unbranded
>man you could use a hit
>you should focus tho
>you dont even know if anywhere in this town sells chemistry equiptment
>fuck it
>its been a day since you ran out
>stores have straight up stopped selling crystal
>exept for those weak ass energy drinks
>you decide to head out the front door
>go to Cane's place
>he's the big man now
>amazing
>you honestly took him to be so stupid as to snort himself to death the day after meth came oht
>whatever
>interrupting your monologue
>you're at the main door of his pad
>knock-ity knock
>patience
>as the door flies open you immediatly see how fancy the place looks inside
>"Yo, Crys, what it do?"
"yeah nothin much, what about you?"
>"come in man, my house your house"
>you both step in
"looks like crime really does pay"
>"buck yea brother, its like, nice in here"
"yeah, right on"
>you take a seat on his couch
>one of those big L shaped ones
>"so, what brings you here"
"I - er, im a little short on crystal, was wondering if you could hook me up"
>"yeah, sure thing man. 10 bits for an 8 ball"
"woha, it wasn't even that expensive in the store yo"
>"price is the price man, i'll drop it to 50 bits for the full ounce since we got history"
"Thats actually a good deal, bulk sale helps you sell mad volume my man"
>"damn straigt yo, now get with the Bs"
"yeah sur-"
>shit
>you spent your last 20 bits on the train ticket and a hot meal
"shit nevermind man im short on G"
>"ay no problem man i know you're good for it, just pay me back next week when you get your lab up and start slinging mad volume"
"Cheers man. better yet, ill just give you 2 ounces back"
>"this is what i'm talkin about! We're gonna make a lot of money together"
>you walk home with your ounce and good sights on the horizon
>you took the one day to reajust yourself
>its amazing that ponies still buy meth underground to avoid tax
>not to mention that corporate assholes cut it
>you want strong, pure shit you go unbranded
>man you could use a hit
>you should focus tho
>you dont even know if anywhere in this town sells chemistry equiptment
>fuck it
>its been a day since you ran out
>stores have straight up stopped selling crystal
>exept for those weak ass energy drinks
>you decide to head out the front door
>go to Cane's place
>he's the big man now
>amazing
>you honestly took him to be so stupid as to snort himself to death the day after meth came oht
>whatever
>interrupting your monologue
>you're at the main door of his pad
>knock-ity knock
>patience
>as the door flies open you immediatly see how fancy the place looks inside
>"Yo, Crys, what it do?"
"yeah nothin much, what about you?"
>"come in man, my house your house"
>you both step in
"looks like crime really does pay"
>"buck yea brother, its like, nice in here"
"yeah, right on"
>you take a seat on his couch
>one of those big L shaped ones
>"so, what brings you here"
"I - er, im a little short on crystal, was wondering if you could hook me up"
>"yeah, sure thing man. 10 bits for an 8 ball"
"woha, it wasn't even that expensive in the store yo"
>"price is the price man, i'll drop it to 50 bits for the full ounce since we got history"
"Thats actually a good deal, bulk sale helps you sell mad volume my man"
>"damn straigt yo, now get with the Bs"
"yeah sur-"
>shit
>you spent your last 20 bits on the train ticket and a hot meal
"shit nevermind man im short on G"
>"ay no problem man i know you're good for it, just pay me back next week when you get your lab up and start slinging mad volume"
"Cheers man. better yet, ill just give you 2 ounces back"
>"this is what i'm talkin about! We're gonna make a lot of money together"
>you walk home with your ounce and good sights on the horizon
>next day
>woken up at midday after a night long meth binge
>how the hell did you go through a quarter in one night?
>might as well check in on the events on the radio
"in other news, Former Princess Twilight Sparkle was arrested this morning charged with crimes against ponykind, manufacture and possesion of a schedule 3 poison, and 1st degree murder following the royal decisiont to list methamphetamine as a shedule 3 poison, along with it's main ingrediant, Methylamine. Twilight was sentanced to permenant exile, while her daughter Emerald Sparkle remains in custody for the time being."
>holy shit she's finally being punished?
>about fucking time!
>although, personally you would rather see that bitch publicly hang
>you don't just ruin half a country for profit.
>wait
>this shit's illegal now
>that mean's
>*knock*
>*knock*
>you trot on over to the door and answer
>it's Cane
>and he doesn't look happy
"yo, what's up?"
>"yo yourself. Look, things have changed. This shit is illegal now, so prices have gone up"
"gone up? How much are they now?"
>"100 bits"
>by celestia
"100 bits an ounce? I guess there are more risks-"
>"nonono that's 100 bits an 8 ball, its 500 an ounce"
>holy shit
"Holy shit"
>"holy shit indeed. So, i'm gonna need that back if you can't pay
"Look man, i've already gone through a quart-"
>Cane proceeds to grab a bat
"bbbut i'll get you your meth i swear! And you can have the other 3 quarts back right now"
>he lowers the bat
>"2 ounces like we said"
"yeah, minus the 3/4 from that"
>"no, 2 ounces, in a week. Or else, they're gonna be scraping up pieces of skull off your floor. And im only making that deal because we have history"
"Thanks man, you wont regret this i swear!"
>cane closes the door behind him
>oh fuck
>you need to set up a lab and cook 2 ounces in a week
>with methylamine controlled now?
>motherfucker
>how the fuck are you gonna get the chemicals?
>and a lab
>wait
>the absence of a certain purple horse from a certain crystal palace comes to mind
>yeah, you'll go at night
>break into her lab through a window or something
>head in and glass up everything you can
>that place is vacant now that twilight is exiled and she murdered her butler.
>and so you wait
>waiting until midnight was hard
>so was psyching yourself up
>man a rail would've done you good
>too bad that cocksucker took your glass
>and threatend to paint your floor brain pink
>still, you go.
>it's a short walk to the palace
>you remember visiting the place when you were a teenager on a field trip
>how time flies
>well, time to work
>you grab the rope you brought and swing it over a particularly geometric spot of the wall
>thank god for faithful crystal construction
>you climb up and smash the window to get in
>fucking jackpot
>a fully set up lab
>complete with all the chemicals you could ever need
>you check the cupboads to make sure the place has methylamine
>you're damn right it does
>heh, brings a whole new meaning to the name
>"Crystal Palace"
>you're sure it's gonna become your crystal pala-
>"YOU PICKED THE WRONG HOUSE FOOL
>you turn to see a small green filly right in time to watch her knock you out with one fine swing of a bat
R8/H8, i'm still deciding whether i want to adhear to an update schedule (probably weekly) or not. Also please correct any continuity errors i still haven't gotten around to actually watching the show
>woken up at midday after a night long meth binge
>how the hell did you go through a quarter in one night?
>might as well check in on the events on the radio
"in other news, Former Princess Twilight Sparkle was arrested this morning charged with crimes against ponykind, manufacture and possesion of a schedule 3 poison, and 1st degree murder following the royal decisiont to list methamphetamine as a shedule 3 poison, along with it's main ingrediant, Methylamine. Twilight was sentanced to permenant exile, while her daughter Emerald Sparkle remains in custody for the time being."
>holy shit she's finally being punished?
>about fucking time!
>although, personally you would rather see that bitch publicly hang
>you don't just ruin half a country for profit.
>wait
>this shit's illegal now
>that mean's
>*knock*
>*knock*
>you trot on over to the door and answer
>it's Cane
>and he doesn't look happy
"yo, what's up?"
>"yo yourself. Look, things have changed. This shit is illegal now, so prices have gone up"
"gone up? How much are they now?"
>"100 bits"
>by celestia
"100 bits an ounce? I guess there are more risks-"
>"nonono that's 100 bits an 8 ball, its 500 an ounce"
>holy shit
"Holy shit"
>"holy shit indeed. So, i'm gonna need that back if you can't pay
"Look man, i've already gone through a quart-"
>Cane proceeds to grab a bat
"bbbut i'll get you your meth i swear! And you can have the other 3 quarts back right now"
>he lowers the bat
>"2 ounces like we said"
"yeah, minus the 3/4 from that"
>"no, 2 ounces, in a week. Or else, they're gonna be scraping up pieces of skull off your floor. And im only making that deal because we have history"
"Thanks man, you wont regret this i swear!"
>cane closes the door behind him
>oh fuck
>you need to set up a lab and cook 2 ounces in a week
>with methylamine controlled now?
>motherfucker
>how the fuck are you gonna get the chemicals?
>and a lab
>wait
>the absence of a certain purple horse from a certain crystal palace comes to mind
>yeah, you'll go at night
>break into her lab through a window or something
>head in and glass up everything you can
>that place is vacant now that twilight is exiled and she murdered her butler.
>and so you wait
>waiting until midnight was hard
>so was psyching yourself up
>man a rail would've done you good
>too bad that cocksucker took your glass
>and threatend to paint your floor brain pink
>still, you go.
>it's a short walk to the palace
>you remember visiting the place when you were a teenager on a field trip
>how time flies
>well, time to work
>you grab the rope you brought and swing it over a particularly geometric spot of the wall
>thank god for faithful crystal construction
>you climb up and smash the window to get in
>fucking jackpot
>a fully set up lab
>complete with all the chemicals you could ever need
>you check the cupboads to make sure the place has methylamine
>you're damn right it does
>heh, brings a whole new meaning to the name
>"Crystal Palace"
>you're sure it's gonna become your crystal pala-
>"YOU PICKED THE WRONG HOUSE FOOL
>you turn to see a small green filly right in time to watch her knock you out with one fine swing of a bat
R8/H8, i'm still deciding whether i want to adhear to an update schedule (probably weekly) or not. Also please correct any continuity errors i still haven't gotten around to actually watching the show
Methfilly
No.180592
Fuck i missed so many typo's im sorry
sage
No.180599
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Anonymous
No.180661
Anonymous
No.180666
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Anonymous
No.180672
Anonymous
No.180675
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Anonymous
No.180677
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Anonymous
No.180714
>>180713
If you really must know, it looks like a modified South Park image, and the filly in question is Kenny
If you really must know, it looks like a modified South Park image, and the filly in question is Kenny
Anonymous
No.180716
File (): 32A9AA58C68656333792EF95C84B386E-3274731.mp3 (3.1 MB, , Minty Fresh Capitalism.mp3)
Anoncolts were made for Anonfillies.
Anonymous
No.180740
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>>180748
>the only possible sexual interaction that isn't gay
>get that gay shit out of here
I'm Confusion?
>the only possible sexual interaction that isn't gay
>get that gay shit out of here
I'm Confusion?
>>180764
it's gay in the same way that it would be gay for a trans man to hook up with a trans woman.
it's gay in the same way that it would be gay for a trans man to hook up with a trans woman.
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>>180789
it's stuff like this that makes Purple drink. Don't make Purple drink. Don't show your power level.
it's stuff like this that makes Purple drink. Don't make Purple drink. Don't show your power level.
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>>180788
You may have won the battle, but this war is far from over! I will return, faget! I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!
You may have won the battle, but this war is far from over! I will return, faget! I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!
"Would you like to have a closer look?~"
Anonymous
No.180798
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>>180555
You take a deep breath and sigh to calm yourself from your previously hysterical state. Getting bitch slapped right now doesn't seem like the best idea.
"So, the pony we're following is a filly named Ajna. She was the pony who originally had this body before I took over."
You are interrupted by an overly enthusiastic Blossom.
>"Can we call you Ajna now since the rest of us are going by the names of the ponies we're inhabiting?"
"Absolutely not, Hannah. Some of us have dignity and don't ascribe to Twilight's bullshit. Besides, everyone already knows me as Anon anyways, and Ajna's a bit of a prudish cunt who I don't want to be associated with. Now anyways, the thing she took from us are these worthless little necklaces called the Elements of Harmony. Well, they would be worthless if we didn't need them to save the world from the communists."
You can hear Twilight shouting from the kitchen as she fixes herself up some breakfast with Baked Goods.
>"She stole what now?"
"The elements"
>"FUCK!"
Twilight almost drops her plate, but catches it with her magic before it hits the floor.
<"Whoa, is everything gonna be alright? What are the elements?"
>"Super powerful magical artifacts that Princess Celestia used to send Nightmare Moon to the moon. Every time you look up at the night's sky and see a pony on the moon? That's not supposed to be there. That's Princess Luna, Celestia's sister, being punished by a couple of magically charged necklaces."
<"That's wicked. And you're saying somepony stole them?"
>"Yeah, and we need to catch that pony. Speaking of which, Anon, where is she right now?"
"She's on the river, traveling east."
>"Do you know anything about her that might suggest where she's headed?"
You take a deep breath and sigh to calm yourself from your previously hysterical state. Getting bitch slapped right now doesn't seem like the best idea.
"So, the pony we're following is a filly named Ajna. She was the pony who originally had this body before I took over."
You are interrupted by an overly enthusiastic Blossom.
>"Can we call you Ajna now since the rest of us are going by the names of the ponies we're inhabiting?"
"Absolutely not, Hannah. Some of us have dignity and don't ascribe to Twilight's bullshit. Besides, everyone already knows me as Anon anyways, and Ajna's a bit of a prudish cunt who I don't want to be associated with. Now anyways, the thing she took from us are these worthless little necklaces called the Elements of Harmony. Well, they would be worthless if we didn't need them to save the world from the communists."
You can hear Twilight shouting from the kitchen as she fixes herself up some breakfast with Baked Goods.
>"She stole what now?"
"The elements"
>"FUCK!"
Twilight almost drops her plate, but catches it with her magic before it hits the floor.
<"Whoa, is everything gonna be alright? What are the elements?"
>"Super powerful magical artifacts that Princess Celestia used to send Nightmare Moon to the moon. Every time you look up at the night's sky and see a pony on the moon? That's not supposed to be there. That's Princess Luna, Celestia's sister, being punished by a couple of magically charged necklaces."
<"That's wicked. And you're saying somepony stole them?"
>"Yeah, and we need to catch that pony. Speaking of which, Anon, where is she right now?"
"She's on the river, traveling east."
>"Do you know anything about her that might suggest where she's headed?"
>>180807
If she's heading to the coastline, she might try to take ship north to Manehattan and her mother. Maybe Ajna's working with the commie, I can't imagine why she would take the elements and try to keep them away from us. [1d100 = 57]
Unless one of our party isn't who they say they are.
If she's heading to the coastline, she might try to take ship north to Manehattan and her mother. Maybe Ajna's working with the commie, I can't imagine why she would take the elements and try to keep them away from us. [1d100 = 57]
Unless one of our party isn't who they say they are.
Anonymous
No.180811
Anonymous
No.180812
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>>180807
You know what? We don't need the elements anyway. Getting into a wild goose chase is probably what she wants since she has been leading us farther and farther away from home. What if something has happened since we've been gone?
[1d100 = 15]
You know what? We don't need the elements anyway. Getting into a wild goose chase is probably what she wants since she has been leading us farther and farther away from home. What if something has happened since we've been gone?
[1d100 = 15]
Anonymous
No.180821
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>>180817
>Try to >rape filly
>She complains about your technique the entire time
>Give up and let her go
>She calls you a faggot for quitting
>Try to >rape filly
>She complains about your technique the entire time
>Give up and let her go
>She calls you a faggot for quitting
Anonymous
No.180835
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Sorry about the bad colouring only had a whiteboard pen
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>Ywn be an Anonegg and get fertilized by an Anonsperm
>>180927
Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great. When a sperm gets wasted, Celestia gets quite irate.
Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great. When a sperm gets wasted, Celestia gets quite irate.
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>>180807
"Well, if she's heading to the coastline, she'll probably try and take a ship north to Manehatten. She's got family there."
>"Manehatten? Then why was she in Canterlot when you came here?"
"Psychic vision. Told her she was supposed to be there. No idea why. I think what's more important is what she's doing with the elements though. Maybe she's working with the commie. Either that, or she might think one of our party isn't who they say they are."
>"Well I never claimed to be an element bearer, nor did anyone else here. Pretty sure that's all your visions."
"And I trust my visions more than I trust her right now."
>"Alright, so she's either working against us, an idiot, or she somehow knows something we don't, and isn't willing to share that with us. What's the plan, we go to Manehatten and stop her?"
"We could do that. Would certainly end up meeting up with a couple of our friends when we eventually get there. Or, and I think this is a much better idea, we could go home and use Spike to tell Celestia to send in the royal guard. We might even be able to get her to relay a message there before Ajna even arrives, assuming Equestria's ships are slower than its trains."
>"That would probably work. I take it you've gotten tired of adventuring?"
"I miss friends and school - especially Cheerilee - and you kinda owe me some ice cream. Maybe we could make that milkshakes?"
>"If you can still keep up an appetite for a cold treat after going through that cold marsh again, sure, why not."
She breathes a deep, heavy sigh as you both realize that you'll have to be walking through the swamp once again.
>"I guess we're not going to be taking Baked Goods up on that ride offer after all. Got anything you need to do before we leave?"
"Well, if she's heading to the coastline, she'll probably try and take a ship north to Manehatten. She's got family there."
>"Manehatten? Then why was she in Canterlot when you came here?"
"Psychic vision. Told her she was supposed to be there. No idea why. I think what's more important is what she's doing with the elements though. Maybe she's working with the commie. Either that, or she might think one of our party isn't who they say they are."
>"Well I never claimed to be an element bearer, nor did anyone else here. Pretty sure that's all your visions."
"And I trust my visions more than I trust her right now."
>"Alright, so she's either working against us, an idiot, or she somehow knows something we don't, and isn't willing to share that with us. What's the plan, we go to Manehatten and stop her?"
"We could do that. Would certainly end up meeting up with a couple of our friends when we eventually get there. Or, and I think this is a much better idea, we could go home and use Spike to tell Celestia to send in the royal guard. We might even be able to get her to relay a message there before Ajna even arrives, assuming Equestria's ships are slower than its trains."
>"That would probably work. I take it you've gotten tired of adventuring?"
"I miss friends and school - especially Cheerilee - and you kinda owe me some ice cream. Maybe we could make that milkshakes?"
>"If you can still keep up an appetite for a cold treat after going through that cold marsh again, sure, why not."
She breathes a deep, heavy sigh as you both realize that you'll have to be walking through the swamp once again.
>"I guess we're not going to be taking Baked Goods up on that ride offer after all. Got anything you need to do before we leave?"
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Methfilly
No.180956
Filly a slow thread
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Anonymous
No.180967
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Anonymous
No.180983
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Anonymous
No.180986
>>180754
Gay porn is really the only straight porn.
Think about it, every time you watch straight porn you elect to stare at a guy's penis and listen to him moan. That's pretty gay. Even if you watch a threesome or more it's still 1/3 gay, 1/4 gay, etc. To undo the gayness of straight porn you'd need an infinite number of women to balance out the penis.
But if you watch two lesbians have sex it's 0% gay. The only way to watch straight porn is to watch gay porn.
Gay porn is really the only straight porn.
Think about it, every time you watch straight porn you elect to stare at a guy's penis and listen to him moan. That's pretty gay. Even if you watch a threesome or more it's still 1/3 gay, 1/4 gay, etc. To undo the gayness of straight porn you'd need an infinite number of women to balance out the penis.
But if you watch two lesbians have sex it's 0% gay. The only way to watch straight porn is to watch gay porn.
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Anonymous
No.180991
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Anonymous
No.180992
Halloween is soon here, which makes me wonder...
Are there any pics where Anonfilly dresses up as something? Or stories where she goes out trick-or-treating along with Twilight or some other pony, or alone?
Are there any pics where Anonfilly dresses up as something? Or stories where she goes out trick-or-treating along with Twilight or some other pony, or alone?
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Anonymous
No.181003
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Anonymous
No.181033
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Anonymous
No.181037
>>180997
I think we need more halloween fillies than this. Can a drawfag make 5 fillies dressed up as the Ginyu Force?
I think we need more halloween fillies than this. Can a drawfag make 5 fillies dressed up as the Ginyu Force?
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>>181043
>Become filly
>Get to live with a human Anon
>Unfortunately, he's a lurker from Anonfilly threads, with the requisite mommy issues, which he projects onto you
>He makes you prepare his sack lunches, clean his room, etc.
>Sprays you with water if you try to call him dad
>Become filly
>Get to live with a human Anon
>Unfortunately, he's a lurker from Anonfilly threads, with the requisite mommy issues, which he projects onto you
>He makes you prepare his sack lunches, clean his room, etc.
>Sprays you with water if you try to call him dad
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>>181051
What if you tied a string around the trigger with a loop on the end for your hoof, put your hoof through the loop and pull back
What if you tied a string around the trigger with a loop on the end for your hoof, put your hoof through the loop and pull back
Anonymous
No.181054
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Anonymous
No.181057
>be twiggles
>be busy signing official documents when you smell smoke
"Oh no... Not those fillies again, what in Celestia's name are they up to now?
>rubbing your temples to ease the headache you're suddenly developing, you set out to find the source of the smell
>Turns out it's easy to track down, since there's a large congregation of green fillies in the castle courtyard, huddled around something.
>It's a grill.
>Oh thank goodness, they're just cooking.
>Though the thought of them being in charge of an open flame still makes you nervous
>Maybe you should stick around to supervise; you are a little hungry anyway
"Hi girls. What are we having?"
>A green unicorn filly near the edge of the crowd notices you and smiles
"Oh hi purple, we're having steak. Try some."
>She hoofs you a plate with something you've never seen before on it.
>Its browned on the outside but red and juicy inside.
>It actually smells really good.
>You take a bite.
>Sweet Celestia, this is delicious.
"This is really good, Anon. So what's steak?"
>The filly smiles brightly and says one word that causes you to stop chewing."
"Cow."
>Surely you heard wrong.
"No sweetie. Cows are not for eating. Cows are our friends. Like Mrs DaisyJo."
>The filly drops her gaze.
"Mrs... Daisy... Jo...?"
>Oh no.
>No no no no.
>Surely they didn't
>It's then that you notice that the filly is wearing a bell tied to a ribbon that's far too large for her around her neck.
>It's stained with something red
>You feel panic rising in your stomach
>What are you going to do. How are you going to explain this to everyone?
>You realize you're still eating.
>It's just so good.
>Daisy Jo is officially declared missing the next day.
>You put out an official decree several months later saying the pony or ponies responsible for the string of cattle disappearances will be caught and brought to justice.
>The orphanage is filled with small calves now
>There aren't enough resources to care for them all
>You're wondering out loud how you'll deal with the problem when one of your fillies approaches
"Hey purple, ever had veal?"
>be busy signing official documents when you smell smoke
"Oh no... Not those fillies again, what in Celestia's name are they up to now?
>rubbing your temples to ease the headache you're suddenly developing, you set out to find the source of the smell
>Turns out it's easy to track down, since there's a large congregation of green fillies in the castle courtyard, huddled around something.
>It's a grill.
>Oh thank goodness, they're just cooking.
>Though the thought of them being in charge of an open flame still makes you nervous
>Maybe you should stick around to supervise; you are a little hungry anyway
"Hi girls. What are we having?"
>A green unicorn filly near the edge of the crowd notices you and smiles
"Oh hi purple, we're having steak. Try some."
>She hoofs you a plate with something you've never seen before on it.
>Its browned on the outside but red and juicy inside.
>It actually smells really good.
>You take a bite.
>Sweet Celestia, this is delicious.
"This is really good, Anon. So what's steak?"
>The filly smiles brightly and says one word that causes you to stop chewing."
"Cow."
>Surely you heard wrong.
"No sweetie. Cows are not for eating. Cows are our friends. Like Mrs DaisyJo."
>The filly drops her gaze.
"Mrs... Daisy... Jo...?"
>Oh no.
>No no no no.
>Surely they didn't
>It's then that you notice that the filly is wearing a bell tied to a ribbon that's far too large for her around her neck.
>It's stained with something red
>You feel panic rising in your stomach
>What are you going to do. How are you going to explain this to everyone?
>You realize you're still eating.
>It's just so good.
>Daisy Jo is officially declared missing the next day.
>You put out an official decree several months later saying the pony or ponies responsible for the string of cattle disappearances will be caught and brought to justice.
>The orphanage is filled with small calves now
>There aren't enough resources to care for them all
>You're wondering out loud how you'll deal with the problem when one of your fillies approaches
"Hey purple, ever had veal?"
Anonymous
No.181065
>>181063
Nothing warm my hearth more than seeing the filly successfully convert & corrupt Purple for once.
Nothing warm my hearth more than seeing the filly successfully convert & corrupt Purple for once.
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Well?
Anonymous
No.181070
>>181139
Many animals are carnivores if the opportunity arises. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3NOhQlPGAU&ab_channel=xagtho
Many animals are carnivores if the opportunity arises. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3NOhQlPGAU&ab_channel=xagtho
>>181043
>so gimme a loving anon dad
>Not wanting a loving stallion dad instead
Just imagine being taken in by Cadence and Shining Armor, or the Apple family and have Big Mac care about you to the point where he's more like a father than a brother to you.
>so gimme a loving anon dad
>Not wanting a loving stallion dad instead
Just imagine being taken in by Cadence and Shining Armor, or the Apple family and have Big Mac care about you to the point where he's more like a father than a brother to you.
Anonymous
No.181211
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>>181156
Sven, you've lost your privileges of a valid opinion after you were baited into an autistic rage multiple times by some faggot. Besides, Shiny is a fucking cardboard cutout of a character compared to a fellow multi-faceted real human being.
Sven, you've lost your privileges of a valid opinion after you were baited into an autistic rage multiple times by some faggot. Besides, Shiny is a fucking cardboard cutout of a character compared to a fellow multi-faceted real human being.
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>>181216
>Sven
>Still throwing out insults based around a poster's flag
That's just sad.
>Shiny is a fucking cardboard cutout of a character compared to a fellow multi-faceted real human being.
Okay? So let me get this straight then:
You are in the MLP fandom
on a general dedicated to Anon turning into a filly
All for the purpose of wanting to be that filly and having another human Anon, whom would no doubt either treat you like crap or like a bro after knowing you used to be a dude just like him, to be your dad?
You have daddy issues? This is more starting to sound like you have daddy issues and a secret desire to have an abusive father.
>Sven
>Still throwing out insults based around a poster's flag
That's just sad.
>Shiny is a fucking cardboard cutout of a character compared to a fellow multi-faceted real human being.
Okay? So let me get this straight then:
You are in the MLP fandom
on a general dedicated to Anon turning into a filly
All for the purpose of wanting to be that filly and having another human Anon, whom would no doubt either treat you like crap or like a bro after knowing you used to be a dude just like him, to be your dad?
You have daddy issues? This is more starting to sound like you have daddy issues and a secret desire to have an abusive father.
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>Another day in Canterlot
>Celestia decided that she wanted to spend the whole day with me.
>Unfortunately, she wasn't able to get out of holding court for the day.
>Even more unfortunately, she didn't see the two things as incompatible.
>So... here I sit, bored out of my mind on a pillow beside Celestia's throne as some vapid cunt blathers on and on.
>"...and so, that's why I think it should be mandatory for everypony to get a hooficure two--no, THREE times a week!"
>There was a moment of silence as the mare settled into looking incredibly proud of her idea.
>Eventually, the princess cleared her throat and broke the silence.
>"I'll... take that into consideration, but remember how expensive that would be."
>"Pff, it'll be fine, your highness! All we need to do-"
"HOLY FUCK! Do you EVER shut up?"
>The mare shrank back in shock at the interruption before an incredulous look started creeping onto her face.
>"Ex... excuse me?"
>Celestia gave a disapproving look.
>"Language, dear."
>Not that I payed any mind to it.
"You've been blathering on and on for at least thirty minutes and it's all over hooficures? How many orphans could be fed for a day with how much you spend going to the spa? Heck! How long could just ONE foal be cared for? You had NOTHING better you could do than come here and try to bore us all to death?"
>"Well! I never!"
"Obviously not."
>Celestia stomped a hoof down.
>"EMERALD. DAWN."
>She then put on an apologetic expression and turned to face the noble.
>"Please excuse my daughter. It's a topic very close to her, so she feels very strongly about it."
>The mare let out a 'hmph'.
>"Princess, no disrespect is intended, but your daughter is the most unruly child that I have ever had the misfortune of meeting."
"What, are all the others too busy screaming and running away from the witch?"
>Another stomp of that gold-shod hoof and a stern look.
>"... I apologize for her behavior. I have a team of teachers working to help with her etiquette, but apparently, we need more work on TACT."
>The mare pointed her nose at the ceiling.
>"Whatever you are paying them is most certainly not enough."
>With another hmph, the mare turned and strutted out of the court.
"Geez, of all the stuck-up pieces of--"
>In a flash of a golden glow, my mouth was filled with sweetness.
>There was a moment of mumbling before I gave a confused chew.
>Celestia looked down at me with a smile that was just a little wider than usual.
>"Obviously, I could never condone rewarding such behavior in a setting as formal as day court."
>With a pop of magic, a pricey-looking box of chocolates was placed before me.
>"However, I obviously need to do something to distract that opinionated tongue of yours, don't I?"
>Her smile got a little wider as I gave a slightly bewildered look.
>She then gestured for the next pony to be admitted for an audience.
>I started working the lid up and off of the box, only for that golden hoof to gently push the lid back down.
>I gritted my teeth and snapped my head up toward her.
>She had the same slightly wider smile.
>"It wouldn't do to go through them all at once, though. Surely you should enjoy them at a modest pace."
>Her eyes darted briefly toward the doors and back before she turned her head and smile in that direction.
>I looked in that direction to see what looked to be Flim and Flam in very poor disguises setting up a series of poster board displays.
>Celestia turned back toward me and her smile got wider, a twinkle in her eyes for a moment.
>She turned back to her subjects, her usual princess look slipping over her face.
>"Welcome to my day court, my little ponies. How may I help you today?"
>That day, I got at least three boxes of chocolate, a lollipop, a plushie, and a slice of cake from her.
>I guess the day wasn't all bad.
>Celestia decided that she wanted to spend the whole day with me.
>Unfortunately, she wasn't able to get out of holding court for the day.
>Even more unfortunately, she didn't see the two things as incompatible.
>So... here I sit, bored out of my mind on a pillow beside Celestia's throne as some vapid cunt blathers on and on.
>"...and so, that's why I think it should be mandatory for everypony to get a hooficure two--no, THREE times a week!"
>There was a moment of silence as the mare settled into looking incredibly proud of her idea.
>Eventually, the princess cleared her throat and broke the silence.
>"I'll... take that into consideration, but remember how expensive that would be."
>"Pff, it'll be fine, your highness! All we need to do-"
"HOLY FUCK! Do you EVER shut up?"
>The mare shrank back in shock at the interruption before an incredulous look started creeping onto her face.
>"Ex... excuse me?"
>Celestia gave a disapproving look.
>"Language, dear."
>Not that I payed any mind to it.
"You've been blathering on and on for at least thirty minutes and it's all over hooficures? How many orphans could be fed for a day with how much you spend going to the spa? Heck! How long could just ONE foal be cared for? You had NOTHING better you could do than come here and try to bore us all to death?"
>"Well! I never!"
"Obviously not."
>Celestia stomped a hoof down.
>"EMERALD. DAWN."
>She then put on an apologetic expression and turned to face the noble.
>"Please excuse my daughter. It's a topic very close to her, so she feels very strongly about it."
>The mare let out a 'hmph'.
>"Princess, no disrespect is intended, but your daughter is the most unruly child that I have ever had the misfortune of meeting."
"What, are all the others too busy screaming and running away from the witch?"
>Another stomp of that gold-shod hoof and a stern look.
>"... I apologize for her behavior. I have a team of teachers working to help with her etiquette, but apparently, we need more work on TACT."
>The mare pointed her nose at the ceiling.
>"Whatever you are paying them is most certainly not enough."
>With another hmph, the mare turned and strutted out of the court.
"Geez, of all the stuck-up pieces of--"
>In a flash of a golden glow, my mouth was filled with sweetness.
>There was a moment of mumbling before I gave a confused chew.
>Celestia looked down at me with a smile that was just a little wider than usual.
>"Obviously, I could never condone rewarding such behavior in a setting as formal as day court."
>With a pop of magic, a pricey-looking box of chocolates was placed before me.
>"However, I obviously need to do something to distract that opinionated tongue of yours, don't I?"
>Her smile got a little wider as I gave a slightly bewildered look.
>She then gestured for the next pony to be admitted for an audience.
>I started working the lid up and off of the box, only for that golden hoof to gently push the lid back down.
>I gritted my teeth and snapped my head up toward her.
>She had the same slightly wider smile.
>"It wouldn't do to go through them all at once, though. Surely you should enjoy them at a modest pace."
>Her eyes darted briefly toward the doors and back before she turned her head and smile in that direction.
>I looked in that direction to see what looked to be Flim and Flam in very poor disguises setting up a series of poster board displays.
>Celestia turned back toward me and her smile got wider, a twinkle in her eyes for a moment.
>She turned back to her subjects, her usual princess look slipping over her face.
>"Welcome to my day court, my little ponies. How may I help you today?"
>That day, I got at least three boxes of chocolate, a lollipop, a plushie, and a slice of cake from her.
>I guess the day wasn't all bad.
>>181218
Well based on the way you responded autistically, you are indeed the same person. Nice job defending yourself there faggot. In any case, you didn't address why living with Shining Armor is preferable to living with another human. Foal protective services likely exist, if I were really abused I could go to them.
Well based on the way you responded autistically, you are indeed the same person. Nice job defending yourself there faggot. In any case, you didn't address why living with Shining Armor is preferable to living with another human. Foal protective services likely exist, if I were really abused I could go to them.
Anonymous
No.181222
>>181218
>Getting triggered by flag-based banter
Goddammit, stop being so thin-skinned ... especially when swedes already have a faggot-ish reputation.
Either stop acting like a stereotype, embrace the meme, or ignore the bants.
Or start insulting back, it also work.
>Getting triggered by flag-based banter
Goddammit, stop being so thin-skinned ... especially when swedes already have a faggot-ish reputation.
Either stop acting like a stereotype, embrace the meme, or ignore the bants.
Or start insulting back, it also work.
Anonymous
No.181223
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>>181221
>Well based on the way you responded autistically
>autistically
>Coming from the one who wants a random human Anon to be his daddy
Ok.
>Well based on the way you responded autistically
>autistically
>Coming from the one who wants a random human Anon to be his daddy
Ok.
>>181220
So the gist of this is that Celestia rewards Emerald Dawn Anon for acting as her guard dog every time?
So the gist of this is that Celestia rewards Emerald Dawn Anon for acting as her guard dog every time?
>>181063
>Perform ~cannibalism(close enough) just to taste their flesh
>Totally cool with eating sentient children
Niggers don't become the filly, dumbass
>Perform ~cannibalism(close enough) just to taste their flesh
>Totally cool with eating sentient children
Niggers don't become the filly, dumbass
>>180994
I'll give it my best shot.
>This blows.
>Twilight wouldn’t even let you go trick-or-treating alone.
>You shuffle your hooves as wait for the rest of the group to catch up.
>You may have gone with the Crusaders, but you wouldn’t honestly consider any of them your friends after what they did last week.
>Everybody betray you!
>Decent haul so far though, you just wish you could’ve gotten in on Ponka’s All Hallows’ Eve action.
>You can bet there’s some shit like TPing houses that wasn’t onscreen in the show.
>”Erm, could ‘Eric’ wait up please?”
>Oh yeah, and you’re dressed as best edgelord; trench coat and all.
“Natural selection keep up the pace.”
>”Ooor I could just fine you one piece of candy for every five minutes you aren’t by my side, effective immediately.”
>You grumble, having known well from last year’s reduced intake that she wasn’t making idle threats.
>Settling back at her side, you feel a wing pat you on the head as you blush slightly.
“T-twilight, not in public…”
>”What? Just a mother giving her little filly some affection. Nothing strange about that.”
>Despite yourself, you can’t help but grin a bit.
>Your nightly cuddle sessions with Twilight have certainly been quite an interesting ride.
>She’s even let you indulge on a few of your degenerate fetishes; letting you suckle on her teats, brushing your mane, and even holding your hooves.
>Granted it’s come with its own set of drawbacks, among your least favorite of those being having to go back to school.
>You weren’t completely at a loss for interesting things to do there considering ponies had a slightly different understanding of science as you knew it, but a good 60% of it still sucked ass to sit through.
>You’re dressed as a fucking shooter for a reason, you’ll leave it at that.
>Oh, you’re at the next house.
>”Trick or treat!”
“Smell my feet, give me something-”
>Apple Bloom pipes up.
>”What are feet?”
>Of course she’d be the one that didn’t pay attention the day you went over primates.
>”Aw, aren’t you four just the cutest things! Well, tell me what you are, why don’t you?”
>Sweetie Belle reveals herself as one of the Power Ponies, the names all blend together to you.
>Scootaloo is dressed as Rainbow Dash.
>For the second year in a row.
>Maybe more, you have no idea how long she’s been doing it.
>And Apple Bloom is… an apple.
>You don’t know what you expected from that pony.
“Lady, I like you now. Get out of here. Go home.”
>”I am home, silly. Here, have some Generic candy #64 (Not Whoppers)!”
“Thanks miss.”
>Only a few more houses to go now before you can cuddle up and watch a scary movie with Twiggles.
>That took a lot of begging, but eventually she relented after you reminded her that it was a Saturday and that she had never watched one before.
>Silence of the Lambs, fuck yeah.
>Walking back onto the pathway with the others, you notice the lights go out in the next house up.
>Strange.
“You all go on to the next house, I’m gonna check this one out.”
>The other three fillies shrug and go on, Twilight giving them a look before following you over.
“Maybe they’re out of town, huh? Get a whole bucket to ourselves…”
>”Anon, that isn’t very courteous of you to suggest.”
>You grumble and walk on with her.
>As soon as you’re out of potential earshot of any other pony, she whispers in your ear.
>”Agreed.”
>Smirking, you walk up to the porch.
>A small paper sign rest forlornly on a lawn chair, reading ‘In the back, take one.’
>Score.
>”Alright, you want to scope it out and call for me when the coast is clear? I’m sure you know how bad it would be if they were to see the Princess of Friendship stealing candy…”
“Okay, okay. Fair enough. You want me to call you, or do you have some sort of magic-ey bullshit up your sleeve?”
>”Just… call quietly. Don’t alert the whole neighborhood, I don’t have any good spells for noiseless communication.”
“Aight, neato.”
>She visibly winces.
>”Please, never say that again.”
“Alright, keep it real Sparky.”
>”My name is Twilight you dork!”
>She’s laughing a bit under her mock anger.
>What a cute.
>You crunch as quietly as you can through the autumn leaves as you make your way to the back of the house.
>Fuck yeah.
>One of those metal tubs they use for bobbing apples, half full of candy.
>You’d jump in it just for shits and giggles, but you don’t want to get your dirty horseshoes all over the mouthwatering assortment of candy laid out in front of you.
>Remembering why you were sent ahead, you scan the upper floors of the house, then the middle floor, then the bottom…
“The Eagle is in the nest, I repeat-”
>”Yeah yeah I get it.”
>She very stealthily poofs into existence next to you and immediately grins when she sees the haul in store.
>”Alright, go ahead and start filling. I’ll be right back with a second bag…”
>And fill you do.
>Hoof after hoof full of candy goes into your pillowcase, creating an even more noticeable bulge.
>OwO.
>Time seems to slow down as you get into the twenties.
>You observe with awe as a packet of (Not Snickers) bounces off of the loose fabric and onto the pile below.
>That’s awfully strange.
>A pit of dread that was absent before starts to form in your stomach as you hear something approach you at normal speed from behind.
>Not fast, but leisurely.
>As if it knows you’re already caught and there’s no rush.
>You try to turn your head, but your muscles barely register.
>You shiver as a metal horseshoe lightly touches your back.
>”Boo.”
>You feel cold at the point of contact.
>Cold enough to burn.
>You whimper internally as the world melts away in front of you, the intense feeling of cold spreading to every part of your body before you black out.
>...
I'll give it my best shot.
>This blows.
>Twilight wouldn’t even let you go trick-or-treating alone.
>You shuffle your hooves as wait for the rest of the group to catch up.
>You may have gone with the Crusaders, but you wouldn’t honestly consider any of them your friends after what they did last week.
>Everybody betray you!
>Decent haul so far though, you just wish you could’ve gotten in on Ponka’s All Hallows’ Eve action.
>You can bet there’s some shit like TPing houses that wasn’t onscreen in the show.
>”Erm, could ‘Eric’ wait up please?”
>Oh yeah, and you’re dressed as best edgelord; trench coat and all.
“Natural selection keep up the pace.”
>”Ooor I could just fine you one piece of candy for every five minutes you aren’t by my side, effective immediately.”
>You grumble, having known well from last year’s reduced intake that she wasn’t making idle threats.
>Settling back at her side, you feel a wing pat you on the head as you blush slightly.
“T-twilight, not in public…”
>”What? Just a mother giving her little filly some affection. Nothing strange about that.”
>Despite yourself, you can’t help but grin a bit.
>Your nightly cuddle sessions with Twilight have certainly been quite an interesting ride.
>She’s even let you indulge on a few of your degenerate fetishes; letting you suckle on her teats, brushing your mane, and even holding your hooves.
>Granted it’s come with its own set of drawbacks, among your least favorite of those being having to go back to school.
>You weren’t completely at a loss for interesting things to do there considering ponies had a slightly different understanding of science as you knew it, but a good 60% of it still sucked ass to sit through.
>You’re dressed as a fucking shooter for a reason, you’ll leave it at that.
>Oh, you’re at the next house.
>”Trick or treat!”
“Smell my feet, give me something-”
>Apple Bloom pipes up.
>”What are feet?”
>Of course she’d be the one that didn’t pay attention the day you went over primates.
>”Aw, aren’t you four just the cutest things! Well, tell me what you are, why don’t you?”
>Sweetie Belle reveals herself as one of the Power Ponies, the names all blend together to you.
>Scootaloo is dressed as Rainbow Dash.
>For the second year in a row.
>Maybe more, you have no idea how long she’s been doing it.
>And Apple Bloom is… an apple.
>You don’t know what you expected from that pony.
“Lady, I like you now. Get out of here. Go home.”
>”I am home, silly. Here, have some Generic candy #64 (Not Whoppers)!”
“Thanks miss.”
>Only a few more houses to go now before you can cuddle up and watch a scary movie with Twiggles.
>That took a lot of begging, but eventually she relented after you reminded her that it was a Saturday and that she had never watched one before.
>Silence of the Lambs, fuck yeah.
>Walking back onto the pathway with the others, you notice the lights go out in the next house up.
>Strange.
“You all go on to the next house, I’m gonna check this one out.”
>The other three fillies shrug and go on, Twilight giving them a look before following you over.
“Maybe they’re out of town, huh? Get a whole bucket to ourselves…”
>”Anon, that isn’t very courteous of you to suggest.”
>You grumble and walk on with her.
>As soon as you’re out of potential earshot of any other pony, she whispers in your ear.
>”Agreed.”
>Smirking, you walk up to the porch.
>A small paper sign rest forlornly on a lawn chair, reading ‘In the back, take one.’
>Score.
>”Alright, you want to scope it out and call for me when the coast is clear? I’m sure you know how bad it would be if they were to see the Princess of Friendship stealing candy…”
“Okay, okay. Fair enough. You want me to call you, or do you have some sort of magic-ey bullshit up your sleeve?”
>”Just… call quietly. Don’t alert the whole neighborhood, I don’t have any good spells for noiseless communication.”
“Aight, neato.”
>She visibly winces.
>”Please, never say that again.”
“Alright, keep it real Sparky.”
>”My name is Twilight you dork!”
>She’s laughing a bit under her mock anger.
>What a cute.
>You crunch as quietly as you can through the autumn leaves as you make your way to the back of the house.
>Fuck yeah.
>One of those metal tubs they use for bobbing apples, half full of candy.
>You’d jump in it just for shits and giggles, but you don’t want to get your dirty horseshoes all over the mouthwatering assortment of candy laid out in front of you.
>Remembering why you were sent ahead, you scan the upper floors of the house, then the middle floor, then the bottom…
“The Eagle is in the nest, I repeat-”
>”Yeah yeah I get it.”
>She very stealthily poofs into existence next to you and immediately grins when she sees the haul in store.
>”Alright, go ahead and start filling. I’ll be right back with a second bag…”
>And fill you do.
>Hoof after hoof full of candy goes into your pillowcase, creating an even more noticeable bulge.
>OwO.
>Time seems to slow down as you get into the twenties.
>You observe with awe as a packet of (Not Snickers) bounces off of the loose fabric and onto the pile below.
>That’s awfully strange.
>A pit of dread that was absent before starts to form in your stomach as you hear something approach you at normal speed from behind.
>Not fast, but leisurely.
>As if it knows you’re already caught and there’s no rush.
>You try to turn your head, but your muscles barely register.
>You shiver as a metal horseshoe lightly touches your back.
>”Boo.”
>You feel cold at the point of contact.
>Cold enough to burn.
>You whimper internally as the world melts away in front of you, the intense feeling of cold spreading to every part of your body before you black out.
>...
>>181246
>It’s dark.
>Very dark.
>Oh right, your eyes are closed.
>You open them.
>It’s still dark.
>But maybe if…
>You roll over on your back, trench coat protecting you in part from the cold and click your forehooves together with as much force as you can.
>It’s not much, but it’s there.
>A small spark.
>Wriggling about the room, you begin to pick up small details in the flashes.
>A fireplace, completely set up with newspaper to use as kindling and all.
>You desperately click your horseshoes together on it, A spark eventually catching on the corner of onf of the sheets.
>You mentally cross your fingers as you watch your virgin flame creep along, illuminating the paper as it goes.
>It’s blank.
>Of all the fucking things to be blank, fucking newspaper?!
>The pit of dread in your stomach grows.
>The kindling is now ablaze, the log beneath smoldering.
>An orb of some sort dislodges itself from the hearth stone, spinning rapidly and becoming more and more translucent.
>As it reaches the peak of its see-through properties, it rapidly accelerates towards you, knocking you off your haunches with a blow to the left wither.
>Costume accuracy your ass, you’re thankful now for the metal plating Mac helped you put on now.
>You continue to watch the orb, sitting at a safe distance now as the light from the fire shines onto it.
>A message starts to form on the cold black material the floor consists of.
>’A rather cruel trick to play, and especially with my gracious ways.’
>’Nonetheless I’m sure you’ll, find you love this place like a fine wine.’
>’The only way to truly be free, is to acquire the seven wooden keys.’
>’For being such a good little shart, I’ll give you the first one to start.’
>A chunk of the orb splits off, a small coppery-colored key falling to the ground in front of you.
>Glancing into your pillowcase, you notice all of your candy is absent.
>Motherfucker.
>Oh well, at least you have some place to keep the keys now.
>Casually picking up the key in your mouth you-
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!”
>Your tongue is on fire, the key feeling awfully malleable in your-
>Oh fuck.
>You drop it quickly into the bag, realizing that you likely just bit down on a lightly coated chunk of Sodium.
Will post as written, don't know if I'll crank another out tonight but my goal is to have this wrapped up by Halloween.
>It’s dark.
>Very dark.
>Oh right, your eyes are closed.
>You open them.
>It’s still dark.
>But maybe if…
>You roll over on your back, trench coat protecting you in part from the cold and click your forehooves together with as much force as you can.
>It’s not much, but it’s there.
>A small spark.
>Wriggling about the room, you begin to pick up small details in the flashes.
>A fireplace, completely set up with newspaper to use as kindling and all.
>You desperately click your horseshoes together on it, A spark eventually catching on the corner of onf of the sheets.
>You mentally cross your fingers as you watch your virgin flame creep along, illuminating the paper as it goes.
>It’s blank.
>Of all the fucking things to be blank, fucking newspaper?!
>The pit of dread in your stomach grows.
>The kindling is now ablaze, the log beneath smoldering.
>An orb of some sort dislodges itself from the hearth stone, spinning rapidly and becoming more and more translucent.
>As it reaches the peak of its see-through properties, it rapidly accelerates towards you, knocking you off your haunches with a blow to the left wither.
>Costume accuracy your ass, you’re thankful now for the metal plating Mac helped you put on now.
>You continue to watch the orb, sitting at a safe distance now as the light from the fire shines onto it.
>A message starts to form on the cold black material the floor consists of.
>’A rather cruel trick to play, and especially with my gracious ways.’
>’Nonetheless I’m sure you’ll, find you love this place like a fine wine.’
>’The only way to truly be free, is to acquire the seven wooden keys.’
>’For being such a good little shart, I’ll give you the first one to start.’
>A chunk of the orb splits off, a small coppery-colored key falling to the ground in front of you.
>Glancing into your pillowcase, you notice all of your candy is absent.
>Motherfucker.
>Oh well, at least you have some place to keep the keys now.
>Casually picking up the key in your mouth you-
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!”
>Your tongue is on fire, the key feeling awfully malleable in your-
>Oh fuck.
>You drop it quickly into the bag, realizing that you likely just bit down on a lightly coated chunk of Sodium.
Will post as written, don't know if I'll crank another out tonight but my goal is to have this wrapped up by Halloween.
Anonymous
No.181259
>>181240
Noooo... of course not! An upstanding role model like Princess Celestia would certainly never reward a misbehaving child. Certainly! And I hear that cake thing is just an unsubstantiated rumor with no basis in fact.
Noooo... of course not! An upstanding role model like Princess Celestia would certainly never reward a misbehaving child. Certainly! And I hear that cake thing is just an unsubstantiated rumor with no basis in fact.
Anonymous
No.181276
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>>180949
You search your mind for any last tasks you need to do in the town, and find nothing. The voices in your head are surprisingly quiet as well, and you feel at peace.
"I think I'm ready to go now, actually."
>"Um, alright. I guess if nobody else has anything to..."
Daring interrupts her tangent before it has a chance to go anywhere.
>"Let's get the show on the road already. If we wait any longer, we're gonna freeze our cunts off when night falls before we make it back to Dodge."
That seems to shut everyone up, and so with only a short goodbye to your hosts, you set out back to the swamp, tracing back the steps you took previously. Though you worry a little that you might forget the path back, Daring's excellent tracking skills manage to make you consistently find the same landmarks that you had run into the previous day. Unfortunately, this also means wading through some of the same mud lakes, which makes a lot of the trek very uncomfortable. You do at least manage to find a small creek to wash off in later in the afternoon, but due to the temperature outside, it's almost bone chilling, and it makes the wind on your fur send you into a constant shivering frenzy. The fact that Twilight is suffering just the same as you is only slightly comforting.
And then a thought hits you.
"Hey wait a second, why didn't you just magic us up some wings so we could have flied over the mud lake like Daring and Blossom?"
>"Magic takes energy. I'd rather be freezing than starving. Get me a bacon double cheeseburger with extra special sauce though, and I'll make you fly like a Griffin."
"Wouldn't that make you feel ill though?"
She shrugs.
>"I don't even care. I want meat."
Daring, who had been flying slightly ahead of the party as its de-facto navigator, suddenly stops.
>"You know if you guys want to take a break for lunch, I could hunt us an elk or something."
You search your mind for any last tasks you need to do in the town, and find nothing. The voices in your head are surprisingly quiet as well, and you feel at peace.
"I think I'm ready to go now, actually."
>"Um, alright. I guess if nobody else has anything to..."
Daring interrupts her tangent before it has a chance to go anywhere.
>"Let's get the show on the road already. If we wait any longer, we're gonna freeze our cunts off when night falls before we make it back to Dodge."
That seems to shut everyone up, and so with only a short goodbye to your hosts, you set out back to the swamp, tracing back the steps you took previously. Though you worry a little that you might forget the path back, Daring's excellent tracking skills manage to make you consistently find the same landmarks that you had run into the previous day. Unfortunately, this also means wading through some of the same mud lakes, which makes a lot of the trek very uncomfortable. You do at least manage to find a small creek to wash off in later in the afternoon, but due to the temperature outside, it's almost bone chilling, and it makes the wind on your fur send you into a constant shivering frenzy. The fact that Twilight is suffering just the same as you is only slightly comforting.
And then a thought hits you.
"Hey wait a second, why didn't you just magic us up some wings so we could have flied over the mud lake like Daring and Blossom?"
>"Magic takes energy. I'd rather be freezing than starving. Get me a bacon double cheeseburger with extra special sauce though, and I'll make you fly like a Griffin."
"Wouldn't that make you feel ill though?"
She shrugs.
>"I don't even care. I want meat."
Daring, who had been flying slightly ahead of the party as its de-facto navigator, suddenly stops.
>"You know if you guys want to take a break for lunch, I could hunt us an elk or something."
>>181278
>Why hate Twilight? She's been kind to you and your only friend this whole time. The two of you aren't exactly cuddling, but at least you're on amicable terms.
>Why hate Twilight? She's been kind to you and your only friend this whole time. The two of you aren't exactly cuddling, but at least you're on amicable terms.
>>181278
Given where we are, we'd better hope they're not intelligent, don't want to be done in for cannibalism against the horse world equivalent of elves or something. [1d100 = 44]
Given where we are, we'd better hope they're not intelligent, don't want to be done in for cannibalism against the horse world equivalent of elves or something. [1d100 = 44]
>You try to slam the door in Lyra's face, but her hoof manages to keep it open with greater force, and it eventually caves inwards
>fillyhasnogains.png
>You try to blitz your way inside, but mint pone uses her magic to pull on your legs, tripping you in the process
"H-hey, you can't come in, that violates the NAP!" you meme reflexively, mind being overrun by instinct
>Seriously tho, ancaps are retarded
>"Kid, let's sit down." she says, her tone not angry, but still aggressive
> You shamble to the couch, not wanting to invoke Lyra's wrath
>Maybe if you played nice now you could escape later
>You had no idea where m- Purple was, as the note she left was quite vague
>She probably had some sort of magic tripwire set up, so you only needed to last a few minutes
>Probably.
>Instead of immediately joining you, Lyra turns around, looking for something
>Apparently she finds it, and saunters forward to her target: the kitchen
>You keep your eye on her, watching her walk in as if she owned the place
>Lyra mutters something to herself as she randomly opens and closes cupboards with no rhyme or reason
>"A-ha!"
>With a face coated in a perverse glee, she turns to rejoin you, her horn aglow and levitating the item she had been looking for
>A Chef's Knife.
>fillyhasnogains.png
>You try to blitz your way inside, but mint pone uses her magic to pull on your legs, tripping you in the process
"H-hey, you can't come in, that violates the NAP!" you meme reflexively, mind being overrun by instinct
>Seriously tho, ancaps are retarded
>"Kid, let's sit down." she says, her tone not angry, but still aggressive
> You shamble to the couch, not wanting to invoke Lyra's wrath
>Maybe if you played nice now you could escape later
>You had no idea where m- Purple was, as the note she left was quite vague
>She probably had some sort of magic tripwire set up, so you only needed to last a few minutes
>Probably.
>Instead of immediately joining you, Lyra turns around, looking for something
>Apparently she finds it, and saunters forward to her target: the kitchen
>You keep your eye on her, watching her walk in as if she owned the place
>Lyra mutters something to herself as she randomly opens and closes cupboards with no rhyme or reason
>"A-ha!"
>With a face coated in a perverse glee, she turns to rejoin you, her horn aglow and levitating the item she had been looking for
>A Chef's Knife.
Reuben
No.181283
>>181279
If you're referring to the comfort gained from knowing Twilight is also suffering, that's not out of hatred. That's out of feeling as if you're not alone in suffering.
If you're referring to the comfort gained from knowing Twilight is also suffering, that's not out of hatred. That's out of feeling as if you're not alone in suffering.
>>181282
>Lyra plops down next to you on the couch, the knife never more than two feet from your neck
>"Now Anon, it's veeeery important that you be honest with me. "
>You nod your head in fear
>"...Where to start...?"
>"Oh! How about the (((Princesss))) conspiracy!" she exclaims
>Shit, you were kinda a princess
>Rich
>Powerful
>Conniving
>Big snoot
>Wait, were you a pony Jew?
>You look into Lyra's eyes, and only see the absence of reason
>Unlike on Earth, the Holocaust WAS gonna happen to you
>Better than being a communist at least
>That didn't matter. You'd be fine, r-right?
>Surely Twilight would be here soon
>Lyra plops down next to you on the couch, the knife never more than two feet from your neck
>"Now Anon, it's veeeery important that you be honest with me. "
>You nod your head in fear
>"...Where to start...?"
>"Oh! How about the (((Princesss))) conspiracy!" she exclaims
>Shit, you were kinda a princess
>Rich
>Powerful
>Conniving
>Big snoot
>Wait, were you a pony Jew?
>You look into Lyra's eyes, and only see the absence of reason
>Unlike on Earth, the Holocaust WAS gonna happen to you
>Better than being a communist at least
>That didn't matter. You'd be fine, r-right?
>Surely Twilight would be here soon
>>181284
>Be Twilight
>The villain of the week was a toughie, and his lair was no exception, full of traps and magma
>You feel a warmth on your flanks, indicating another Friendship Problem™
>You were a bit busy trying to navigate these caverns, and you didn't trust yourself to teleport out and back in, what with the pools of acid everywhere
>Let the others deal with it, odds are they didn't need you anyway
>The Friendship Map could get annoying sometimes
>Be Twilight
>The villain of the week was a toughie, and his lair was no exception, full of traps and magma
>You feel a warmth on your flanks, indicating another Friendship Problem™
>You were a bit busy trying to navigate these caverns, and you didn't trust yourself to teleport out and back in, what with the pools of acid everywhere
>Let the others deal with it, odds are they didn't need you anyway
>The Friendship Map could get annoying sometimes
>>181285
>Be Anonfilly
>"So, Anon, tell me about the humans"
>You collar warms at your thoughts, and you desperately try to force them out
>"I know they're real"
>Would having too strong a seizure cripple you? Kill you?
"Look, I don't know-"
>"You'd better start talking before Auntie Lyra gets... annoyed"
>Holy shit she was insane
>Partially right, but insane
"Hu-hu-hum-"
>The collar sends a burst of electricity into your body, causeing your forelimbs to spaz out
>Lyra stares in awe, until realization hits her face
>"I see now. (((They))) [How did she talk like that?] decided to imprison a poor filly who knew too much."
"I-I-"
>"Let's see if we can get it off."
>Be Anonfilly
>"So, Anon, tell me about the humans"
>You collar warms at your thoughts, and you desperately try to force them out
>"I know they're real"
>Would having too strong a seizure cripple you? Kill you?
"Look, I don't know-"
>"You'd better start talking before Auntie Lyra gets... annoyed"
>Holy shit she was insane
>Partially right, but insane
"Hu-hu-hum-"
>The collar sends a burst of electricity into your body, causeing your forelimbs to spaz out
>Lyra stares in awe, until realization hits her face
>"I see now. (((They))) [How did she talk like that?] decided to imprison a poor filly who knew too much."
"I-I-"
>"Let's see if we can get it off."
>>181287
>Be Mayor Mare
>One of Princess Twilight's silent alarms has gone off, which could only mean one thing: home invasion
>Luckily you kept your beeping-stone on you at all times
>This was a Class-2 emergency; it was a government building filled with dozens- possibly hundreds- of powerful magical artifacts, not to mention ponies inside
>It was your duty to handle the situation; hopefully Miss Sparkle would be there, or it was a simple mistake, but you couldn't take that chance
>You rallied the police and sent a Pegasus to Canterlot to ask for reinforcements, just in case
>You and four officers ran double-time to the Friendship Castle, desperate to make it there in time
>Be Mayor Mare
>One of Princess Twilight's silent alarms has gone off, which could only mean one thing: home invasion
>Luckily you kept your beeping-stone on you at all times
>This was a Class-2 emergency; it was a government building filled with dozens- possibly hundreds- of powerful magical artifacts, not to mention ponies inside
>It was your duty to handle the situation; hopefully Miss Sparkle would be there, or it was a simple mistake, but you couldn't take that chance
>You rallied the police and sent a Pegasus to Canterlot to ask for reinforcements, just in case
>You and four officers ran double-time to the Friendship Castle, desperate to make it there in time
Anonymous
No.181292
Test
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>inb4 >>>/test/
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>inb4 >>>/test/
>be the filly
>some methhead just broke into the lab
>luckily before he boosted anything you whacked him across the head with a baseball bat
>the fuck do you play baseball with hooves anyway?
>you decide to tie him to a chair
>after all, if you are to take over this town's crystal business, you're gonna need some info
>surely since things went south than legal he has to be getting it from somewhere
>and he definatly didn't stockpile before it went illegal
>otherwise why would he be breaking into your lab
>"ahh.. fuck my head.. oi you bette- what in the world?"
>oh, i guess he's awake
>"hey little filly, did you tie me up? Look, can you let me go? Please?"
"Not a chance, at least until you answer some questions"
>"thats not nice, dont you want to be a nice filly?"
"Shut the fuck up and listen to me"
>"y'know, you shouldn't use words like that-"
"I said shut up!"
>he stays silent
"Now, what were you doing in my lab"
>"i was just looking around"
"Wrong answer, you were looking for more crystal to jack up your snout, weren't you?"
>"whoa, what do you take me for? so-"
"-me kind of drug addict? yes. So cut the crap and tell me. Are you here freelancing, or do you work for a bigger bitch?"
>you can see this guy getting more and more confused as to what kind of situation he's in
>"okay, you wanna know the truth kid? I'm 500 bits in the hole, and i need to pay off my debts, then i'm never gonna touch that stuff again"
>finally, something that isn't complete bullshit
"you see, isn't the truth so much easier than making up stuff? Except, there's one bit i don't believe"
>"hey kid, that the real stuff"
"Nah nah nah, i believe your story, the bit i don't buy is the whle "never touching that stuff again"
>"a- well- you got me there. But hey, if i dont pay off this debt, bad things will happen to me! So be a good little filly and help me out. Please?"
"Counter offer: there's no crystal in the house. Cops took it all when they arrested my quote unquote mother."
>"what do you mean, "quote unquote"
>shit
>thank fuck the official story was adoption
"i was adopted, the fuck do you think i showed up here without a father, royal pregancy, and never being here as a baby? I was born in Manehatten"
>"right, im just being silly"
>understatement of the century
"ANYWAY, even though the cops took all the clip, they left the lab and all the chemicals intact. So, you know the business, and i was here firsthoof when twilight was making this stuff. You may have two bit recipies out there, but i know the best ways."
>"what are you getting at?"
"I'm thinking, together we can make the most chemically pure methamphetamine on the market. We could take over this town."
>"wait a minute, are you saying we should partner up?"
"Yea, we should partner up"
>"heck no, look. You're just a foal, you've got your whole life ahead of you. Just let me go and i'll face the music"
>the fuck is this guy saying?
"Are you telling me, that you are being offered the chance to get rich, let alone pay off your debts. And you would rather get murdered than work with a little filly? That whore twilight left me a tarnished name, and an empty castle. And you're telling me that the biggest chance i have at immense success is out of the question because im just a foal? Well let me tell you something, bucko. This little foal, beat the shit out of you and tied you up because you're breaking and entering. Now, do you know what Castle Doctrine is? Because i could've easily enforced it on your sorry ass. But instead you want to get murdered by somepony over 500 bits, am i correct?"
>"ok, look. If this is what you want to do with your life, fine. But noone gets rich until we pay off my debts. Then i'll hook you up with Cane and you'll see if you want to stay in this business."
"One question: Who the fuck is cane?"
>"he's the pony who controls the crystal trade in this town. Deep Purple coat, light blue mane, can't miss him"
"Ok, i think this can work."
>you untie him
>he takes a minute to regain himself, then stands still
>staring off into space
"Cmon, we have work to do"
>no response
"Lets go zigga, cmon!"
>finally he turns to you and follows you to the lab
>some methhead just broke into the lab
>luckily before he boosted anything you whacked him across the head with a baseball bat
>the fuck do you play baseball with hooves anyway?
>you decide to tie him to a chair
>after all, if you are to take over this town's crystal business, you're gonna need some info
>surely since things went south than legal he has to be getting it from somewhere
>and he definatly didn't stockpile before it went illegal
>otherwise why would he be breaking into your lab
>"ahh.. fuck my head.. oi you bette- what in the world?"
>oh, i guess he's awake
>"hey little filly, did you tie me up? Look, can you let me go? Please?"
"Not a chance, at least until you answer some questions"
>"thats not nice, dont you want to be a nice filly?"
"Shut the fuck up and listen to me"
>"y'know, you shouldn't use words like that-"
"I said shut up!"
>he stays silent
"Now, what were you doing in my lab"
>"i was just looking around"
"Wrong answer, you were looking for more crystal to jack up your snout, weren't you?"
>"whoa, what do you take me for? so-"
"-me kind of drug addict? yes. So cut the crap and tell me. Are you here freelancing, or do you work for a bigger bitch?"
>you can see this guy getting more and more confused as to what kind of situation he's in
>"okay, you wanna know the truth kid? I'm 500 bits in the hole, and i need to pay off my debts, then i'm never gonna touch that stuff again"
>finally, something that isn't complete bullshit
"you see, isn't the truth so much easier than making up stuff? Except, there's one bit i don't believe"
>"hey kid, that the real stuff"
"Nah nah nah, i believe your story, the bit i don't buy is the whle "never touching that stuff again"
>"a- well- you got me there. But hey, if i dont pay off this debt, bad things will happen to me! So be a good little filly and help me out. Please?"
"Counter offer: there's no crystal in the house. Cops took it all when they arrested my quote unquote mother."
>"what do you mean, "quote unquote"
>shit
>thank fuck the official story was adoption
"i was adopted, the fuck do you think i showed up here without a father, royal pregancy, and never being here as a baby? I was born in Manehatten"
>"right, im just being silly"
>understatement of the century
"ANYWAY, even though the cops took all the clip, they left the lab and all the chemicals intact. So, you know the business, and i was here firsthoof when twilight was making this stuff. You may have two bit recipies out there, but i know the best ways."
>"what are you getting at?"
"I'm thinking, together we can make the most chemically pure methamphetamine on the market. We could take over this town."
>"wait a minute, are you saying we should partner up?"
"Yea, we should partner up"
>"heck no, look. You're just a foal, you've got your whole life ahead of you. Just let me go and i'll face the music"
>the fuck is this guy saying?
"Are you telling me, that you are being offered the chance to get rich, let alone pay off your debts. And you would rather get murdered than work with a little filly? That whore twilight left me a tarnished name, and an empty castle. And you're telling me that the biggest chance i have at immense success is out of the question because im just a foal? Well let me tell you something, bucko. This little foal, beat the shit out of you and tied you up because you're breaking and entering. Now, do you know what Castle Doctrine is? Because i could've easily enforced it on your sorry ass. But instead you want to get murdered by somepony over 500 bits, am i correct?"
>"ok, look. If this is what you want to do with your life, fine. But noone gets rich until we pay off my debts. Then i'll hook you up with Cane and you'll see if you want to stay in this business."
"One question: Who the fuck is cane?"
>"he's the pony who controls the crystal trade in this town. Deep Purple coat, light blue mane, can't miss him"
"Ok, i think this can work."
>you untie him
>he takes a minute to regain himself, then stands still
>staring off into space
"Cmon, we have work to do"
>no response
"Lets go zigga, cmon!"
>finally he turns to you and follows you to the lab
>in the lab
>your new partner seems eager to get started
>"so, what kind of tube furnace you use here?"
>where does this guy think he is, a storage unit lab?
"170mm. I told you, this place is legit. Any more stupid questions?"
>the pony shakes his head
"Alright. So, put on your respirator, and tell me what brought you here."
>as you begin working, he recounts the events leading up to the break in
>as you're pouring the acetone into the reaction flask, you feel the need to ask
"So you got kicked out of college for trying to get rich quick"
>"yeah, kinda stupid when i look back on it
"Well, were you stupid enough to try cooking in their lab? Or were you stealing equiptment"
>"stealing, im not stupid enough to try cooking in their labs
"Are you sure, Mr. 'im gonna let this guy float 2 ozzers of meth to me and not expet to get bashed', actually, come to think of it what is your name anyway?"
>Crystal Clear, yours?
"Emerald Sparkle, pleasure to meet"
>you both turn to the counter as you siphon the layer of liquid meth into a tray
"Now we stick this bad boy into the fridge and wait"
>"whoa, won't putting it in the fridge make it take longer to react?
"Yeah, but less of the meth will evaporate giving us larger crystals. How the fuck did you pass chemistry?"
>"hey! I was just saying."
>you look at a clock
"Look, it's half passed 12, how about you go home and sleep and come back in the morning"
>"ok sure, see you"
"Peace. man."
>you look at the window and shattered glass and figure people will probably assume it got broken by twilight
>"hey emerald?"
>can he really not find the exit?
"Down the hall, big door on the right, cant miss it."
>"oh, ok thanks"
>dumbass
>you take a quick streach before heading off to sleep
>your new partner seems eager to get started
>"so, what kind of tube furnace you use here?"
>where does this guy think he is, a storage unit lab?
"170mm. I told you, this place is legit. Any more stupid questions?"
>the pony shakes his head
"Alright. So, put on your respirator, and tell me what brought you here."
>as you begin working, he recounts the events leading up to the break in
>as you're pouring the acetone into the reaction flask, you feel the need to ask
"So you got kicked out of college for trying to get rich quick"
>"yeah, kinda stupid when i look back on it
"Well, were you stupid enough to try cooking in their lab? Or were you stealing equiptment"
>"stealing, im not stupid enough to try cooking in their labs
"Are you sure, Mr. 'im gonna let this guy float 2 ozzers of meth to me and not expet to get bashed', actually, come to think of it what is your name anyway?"
>Crystal Clear, yours?
"Emerald Sparkle, pleasure to meet"
>you both turn to the counter as you siphon the layer of liquid meth into a tray
"Now we stick this bad boy into the fridge and wait"
>"whoa, won't putting it in the fridge make it take longer to react?
"Yeah, but less of the meth will evaporate giving us larger crystals. How the fuck did you pass chemistry?"
>"hey! I was just saying."
>you look at a clock
"Look, it's half passed 12, how about you go home and sleep and come back in the morning"
>"ok sure, see you"
"Peace. man."
>you look at the window and shattered glass and figure people will probably assume it got broken by twilight
>"hey emerald?"
>can he really not find the exit?
"Down the hall, big door on the right, cant miss it."
>"oh, ok thanks"
>dumbass
>you take a quick streach before heading off to sleep
>6AM
>you wake up as early on weekends as you do weekdays so you dont fall out of a sleep schedule
>at least thats what twiggles always told you
>anyways, you have work to do
>heading down to the lab after a quick breakfast, you take the tray out and place it on the counter
>you grab a ball peen hammer and get to work breaking it up
>heh, just like on Breaking Bad
>except in reality, pure scanté is clear as glass
>better not use the term scanté around anypony
>there is no spanish here
>you finish shattering the batch and get to work bagging it
>man working a scoop with hooves is hard
>note to self: get Crystal to do this with his horn
>fucking wizards
>after a while, you get it all bagged up
>putting it on the scale the whole batch comes out to 1.1 pounds
>nice
>you take some smaller bags and divide it up into 17 1oz bags
>money in the bank
>like clockwork, once you finish the last bag you hear a knock on the door
>running down and opening it, you see a familliar orange stallion at the door
"What, you too good for the window now?"
>"whatever, you got the stuff?
"17 ounces of the purest glass this side of the celestial sea"
>"there is no glass on the other side of the celestal sea"
"You're right, and you know why?"
>"ill bite, why?"
"Because we haven't sold it to them yet"
>"look can we just go? I've got about 1 hour before i'm scratching my stumps in a cardboard box"
>and so we go
>we show up to a house on the other side of town
>pretty beaten up outside, but through the windows you can see some obvious signs of wealth
>good paintings, stereo system, etc.
>Crystal knocks on the door and but a few moments later the previously described pony opens the door
>"Crys, good to see you! You got something for me?"
>"sure do, 2 ounces just like i told you"
>"i knew i could count on you! wait, what's with the filly?"
>"oh, well...
"I cooked that glass in your hands, and there's plenty more where it came from if you're buying"
>"is that right? Yo Crys, you really partnering up with foal?"
"As far as i can see, your debt is paid for, so you're talking to me if you want to talk business"
>"really? Little miss methlord here says she's the one i should buy from. That right?"
"nah i'm handling production, he'll be the one primarily talking business."
>"yeah, so if you're buying we should talk price, you said 500 an ounce, but ill have you know this is the purest crystal out there."
>the deep purple pony takes a quick bump out of one of the bags and is immediatly taken back by it's purity
>"holy shit, that kicks like a son of a bitch! Sure thing man, how's 600 an ounce sound?"
"650"
>"bold words coming from someone half my size"
>he steps up to you
>but you stand your ground
>"heh, i like this foal! she's got pep. Sure thing. How about you come buy same time next week and i'll buy everything you have."
"fantastic. We're gonna make alot of money together!"
>he closes the door and you both leave
>as you're walking home Crys ask's you a question
>"how much money are we looking at exactly?"
"Well lets say we cook 1 pound a week give or take, 16 ounces in a pound, at 650 bits a week that's... 10400 bits divided by 2 comes to 5200 bits each"
>"holy shit, what are you gonna do with that kind of cash"
"Preferably put it towards my adult dream"
>"and what would that be?"
"Never having to work a day in my life!"
>you both chuckle as you walk on before coming to a crossroad
"you coming back to the palace?"
>"nah i gotta get home, see you on the flipside"
"Yeah sure thing, peace"
>you trot back to the palace
>as you head back in you immediatly collapse on the couch
>you are barely 10 minutes into a nap when you hear knocking on the door
>you clip clop on over and open it
>what you see surprises you
>well, surprises is an understatement
>you see a familliar white stallion, and his pink alicorn wife
>oh shit
"Uncle Shiny, Aunt Candence, what brings you here"
>"we're your new guardians! did you really expect the government to let a little filly live all on her own?"
>oh shit
"But what about your job as captain of the royal canterlot guard?"
>"Princess Celestia said i should come to Ponyville to take care of my orphaned niece, also to head the team cracking down on the horrible stuff that ruined your mother's brain"
>this could complicate things
By the way, how do i into filly pastebin?
>you wake up as early on weekends as you do weekdays so you dont fall out of a sleep schedule
>at least thats what twiggles always told you
>anyways, you have work to do
>heading down to the lab after a quick breakfast, you take the tray out and place it on the counter
>you grab a ball peen hammer and get to work breaking it up
>heh, just like on Breaking Bad
>except in reality, pure scanté is clear as glass
>better not use the term scanté around anypony
>there is no spanish here
>you finish shattering the batch and get to work bagging it
>man working a scoop with hooves is hard
>note to self: get Crystal to do this with his horn
>fucking wizards
>after a while, you get it all bagged up
>putting it on the scale the whole batch comes out to 1.1 pounds
>nice
>you take some smaller bags and divide it up into 17 1oz bags
>money in the bank
>like clockwork, once you finish the last bag you hear a knock on the door
>running down and opening it, you see a familliar orange stallion at the door
"What, you too good for the window now?"
>"whatever, you got the stuff?
"17 ounces of the purest glass this side of the celestial sea"
>"there is no glass on the other side of the celestal sea"
"You're right, and you know why?"
>"ill bite, why?"
"Because we haven't sold it to them yet"
>"look can we just go? I've got about 1 hour before i'm scratching my stumps in a cardboard box"
>and so we go
>we show up to a house on the other side of town
>pretty beaten up outside, but through the windows you can see some obvious signs of wealth
>good paintings, stereo system, etc.
>Crystal knocks on the door and but a few moments later the previously described pony opens the door
>"Crys, good to see you! You got something for me?"
>"sure do, 2 ounces just like i told you"
>"i knew i could count on you! wait, what's with the filly?"
>"oh, well...
"I cooked that glass in your hands, and there's plenty more where it came from if you're buying"
>"is that right? Yo Crys, you really partnering up with foal?"
"As far as i can see, your debt is paid for, so you're talking to me if you want to talk business"
>"really? Little miss methlord here says she's the one i should buy from. That right?"
"nah i'm handling production, he'll be the one primarily talking business."
>"yeah, so if you're buying we should talk price, you said 500 an ounce, but ill have you know this is the purest crystal out there."
>the deep purple pony takes a quick bump out of one of the bags and is immediatly taken back by it's purity
>"holy shit, that kicks like a son of a bitch! Sure thing man, how's 600 an ounce sound?"
"650"
>"bold words coming from someone half my size"
>he steps up to you
>but you stand your ground
>"heh, i like this foal! she's got pep. Sure thing. How about you come buy same time next week and i'll buy everything you have."
"fantastic. We're gonna make alot of money together!"
>he closes the door and you both leave
>as you're walking home Crys ask's you a question
>"how much money are we looking at exactly?"
"Well lets say we cook 1 pound a week give or take, 16 ounces in a pound, at 650 bits a week that's... 10400 bits divided by 2 comes to 5200 bits each"
>"holy shit, what are you gonna do with that kind of cash"
"Preferably put it towards my adult dream"
>"and what would that be?"
"Never having to work a day in my life!"
>you both chuckle as you walk on before coming to a crossroad
"you coming back to the palace?"
>"nah i gotta get home, see you on the flipside"
"Yeah sure thing, peace"
>you trot back to the palace
>as you head back in you immediatly collapse on the couch
>you are barely 10 minutes into a nap when you hear knocking on the door
>you clip clop on over and open it
>what you see surprises you
>well, surprises is an understatement
>you see a familliar white stallion, and his pink alicorn wife
>oh shit
"Uncle Shiny, Aunt Candence, what brings you here"
>"we're your new guardians! did you really expect the government to let a little filly live all on her own?"
>oh shit
"But what about your job as captain of the royal canterlot guard?"
>"Princess Celestia said i should come to Ponyville to take care of my orphaned niece, also to head the team cracking down on the horrible stuff that ruined your mother's brain"
>this could complicate things
By the way, how do i into filly pastebin?
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>>181218
that wasnt me, the fag with the issues, but i had a kek
first i dont think any anon here would actually be that abusive to another anon, especially not when they're cute and fluffy, so itd always be cool, and id be getting more attention from them than i would my own pops
i would just have to play the part of innocent filly daughter
that wasnt me, the fag with the issues, but i had a kek
first i dont think any anon here would actually be that abusive to another anon, especially not when they're cute and fluffy, so itd always be cool, and id be getting more attention from them than i would my own pops
i would just have to play the part of innocent filly daughter
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>>181329
>i dont think any anon here would actually be that abusive to another anon, especially not when they're cute and fluffy
Wouldn't that all depend on who Anonfilly and Anon are?
If you're Anon and had to look after Anonfilly, then would you be okay if said filly was a foul-mouthed hothead who does not want to be a filly and isn't afraid of getting physical despite her height?
What if you're the filly? Would you be cool if the Anon assigned to watch over you for the weekend turns out to be someone who loves abusing those weaker than him?
I don't know about you, but if I had to pick a father figure, then I would rather go for the safest option and pick a stallion from the show than a human stranger.
I'd only let an Anon be my "dad" if it was an absolute bro that I've known for a long time.
>i dont think any anon here would actually be that abusive to another anon, especially not when they're cute and fluffy
Wouldn't that all depend on who Anonfilly and Anon are?
If you're Anon and had to look after Anonfilly, then would you be okay if said filly was a foul-mouthed hothead who does not want to be a filly and isn't afraid of getting physical despite her height?
What if you're the filly? Would you be cool if the Anon assigned to watch over you for the weekend turns out to be someone who loves abusing those weaker than him?
I don't know about you, but if I had to pick a father figure, then I would rather go for the safest option and pick a stallion from the show than a human stranger.
I'd only let an Anon be my "dad" if it was an absolute bro that I've known for a long time.
>>181294
"Counter offer: there's no crystal in the house. Cops took it all when they arrested my quote unquote mother."
>"what do you mean, "quote unquote"
>shit
>thank fuck the official story was adoption
Wait, did Twiggles give birth to this Anon? Yes please. Plus there's some crackbaby jokes to be had
"Counter offer: there's no crystal in the house. Cops took it all when they arrested my quote unquote mother."
>"what do you mean, "quote unquote"
>shit
>thank fuck the official story was adoption
Wait, did Twiggles give birth to this Anon? Yes please. Plus there's some crackbaby jokes to be had
>>181370
No. In the prologue it was mentioned that twilight turned anon into the filly by "accident". In that line since she is moderatly out of character she slipped up and said that twilight wasn't her real mother. However, the story twilight gave to the public was that anonfilly was adopted.
If i wasn't clear in my writing let me know
No. In the prologue it was mentioned that twilight turned anon into the filly by "accident". In that line since she is moderatly out of character she slipped up and said that twilight wasn't her real mother. However, the story twilight gave to the public was that anonfilly was adopted.
If i wasn't clear in my writing let me know
>>181368
What if you go to Equestria and Shining Armor is actually abusive behind closed doors? What if Big Mac is a tranny faggot and wants to push that on you? What if you get some random stallion who ends up being Equestria's Patrick Bateman? You can't live your life always expecting the worst possible what-if scenario, Sven. And honestly no, I don't believe anyone here would actually have the guts to be abusive, even if it's there fetish.
What if you go to Equestria and Shining Armor is actually abusive behind closed doors? What if Big Mac is a tranny faggot and wants to push that on you? What if you get some random stallion who ends up being Equestria's Patrick Bateman? You can't live your life always expecting the worst possible what-if scenario, Sven. And honestly no, I don't believe anyone here would actually have the guts to be abusive, even if it's there fetish.
>>181375
>what if Shining Armor is actually abusive behind closed doors?
>What if Big Mac is a tranny faggot and wants to push that on you?
Here's the thing: Show-canon >>> your human Anon dad.
Say what you want about anything; pony will always be better, for it is mlp-related.
>there fetish
Learn your own language before you start typing it.
>what if Shining Armor is actually abusive behind closed doors?
>What if Big Mac is a tranny faggot and wants to push that on you?
Here's the thing: Show-canon >>> your human Anon dad.
Say what you want about anything; pony will always be better, for it is mlp-related.
>there fetish
Learn your own language before you start typing it.
Anonymous
No.181380
Anonymous
No.181381
File (): 76DFB59D926A475B4D4D8E1DDA46300E-140916.png (137.6 KB, 800x800, 1471833404943.png)
Don't you have a bull to prep?
File (): 97A437B7208F30A7AB8625748A5E2696-171617.png (167.6 KB, 700x763, WinglessEdit.png)
If anybody wants to fix my mistakes go ahead, I just found this ych that already had a question mark on her ass, so...
Fishy filly.
File (): 05956796F3B3D85D07528C026ADF4DF8-191024.png (186.5 KB, 801x1024, DaringDo-AdorableEyedFilly.png)
>>181278
"Oh yeah, sure, absolutely... not. Are you aware that we're in a world with magical talking horses?"
>"Well yeah, but what's that got to do with anything?"
"Have you considered the fact that we might not be the only species here to talk?"
>"Hasn't stopped me in the past! The elk and I in the Everfree have an understanding, see? They come near my cottage, and I serve them with cottage cheese. I'll be the wildlife here might not know me so well."
Twilight's eyes widen.
>"So wait, you've actually eaten intelligent life in Equestria? That is utterly barbaric!"
>"Nah, I'm fucking with you. I did once find an elderly deer in one of my traps and scared her off once I set her free though. Didn't eat her cause she was an old prune."
>"Remind me again why we keep you around?"
>"Because you love my charming personality? Or maybe you love the fact that I know more about nature than you and can make you have a temporary lapse in moral judgment over your need for meat? Speaking of which..."
She pulls a knife out of a saddlebag with her wing and tosses it almost randomly at a tree behind you. A few seconds later, you hear something hit the ground. You turn around to see what it is and find a very fat owl bleeding out on the forest floor. Daring flies over to it and drops it beneath your hooves.
>"Apex predator my arse. Lunch is served."
"Oh yeah, sure, absolutely... not. Are you aware that we're in a world with magical talking horses?"
>"Well yeah, but what's that got to do with anything?"
"Have you considered the fact that we might not be the only species here to talk?"
>"Hasn't stopped me in the past! The elk and I in the Everfree have an understanding, see? They come near my cottage, and I serve them with cottage cheese. I'll be the wildlife here might not know me so well."
Twilight's eyes widen.
>"So wait, you've actually eaten intelligent life in Equestria? That is utterly barbaric!"
>"Nah, I'm fucking with you. I did once find an elderly deer in one of my traps and scared her off once I set her free though. Didn't eat her cause she was an old prune."
>"Remind me again why we keep you around?"
>"Because you love my charming personality? Or maybe you love the fact that I know more about nature than you and can make you have a temporary lapse in moral judgment over your need for meat? Speaking of which..."
She pulls a knife out of a saddlebag with her wing and tosses it almost randomly at a tree behind you. A few seconds later, you hear something hit the ground. You turn around to see what it is and find a very fat owl bleeding out on the forest floor. Daring flies over to it and drops it beneath your hooves.
>"Apex predator my arse. Lunch is served."
>>181453
YOU
>HAVE
MORE
THAN
TWO
COLOURS
on the other hand, "served? You aren't gonna cook it first? That's festy" [1d100 = 43]
YOU
>HAVE
MORE
THAN
TWO
COLOURS
on the other hand, "served? You aren't gonna cook it first? That's festy" [1d100 = 43]
Anonymous
No.181460
File (): E44C24886BDBF7B95A9A4279E51E8935-124249.png (121.3 KB, 990x766, 1523676671536.png)
Anonymous
No.181467
File (): 6DD8191C3F49228CE246D9226194C3DF-1152722.png (1.1 MB, 3500x2500, _filly fite.png)
>>181419
Nice to see some new art from ya pal. Although here's some tips:
-Eyes are too small. Big Eyes = cute. This is probably the most important bit.
-Following that up, make the irises bigger. Small ones make characters looked scared and/or insane
-Snoot should be a bit more circular
-The hair at the top should be more even, not in 5 strands
-Giant neck is too giant
Using the pens is definitely a big improvement though.
Nice to see some new art from ya pal. Although here's some tips:
-Eyes are too small. Big Eyes = cute. This is probably the most important bit.
-Following that up, make the irises bigger. Small ones make characters looked scared and/or insane
-Snoot should be a bit more circular
-The hair at the top should be more even, not in 5 strands
-Giant neck is too giant
Using the pens is definitely a big improvement though.
Anonymous
No.181477
File (): 6DF87F7D30C521673C027CB4459DD3B7-48393.png (47.3 KB, 514x411, Ponyvania.png)
Any art of Anonfilly as a vampire killer?
Profesionel Writefilly$donutsteal!!
No.181501
File (): 5F29C0DF8560D28C2FFA16F952BCD55A-19455.png (19.0 KB, 500x250, Oekaki.png)
File (): 3DF5623B9E0A58960CEFD735DD728EF3-217558.png (212.5 KB, 675x839, 1868547.png)
New filly from Derpi
Anonymous
No.181548
>>181553
Well, if it's an AI, it's absolutely possible for someone to develop it, so I wouldn't say never in that case.
Well, if it's an AI, it's absolutely possible for someone to develop it, so I wouldn't say never in that case.
Anonymous
No.181562
Anonymous
No.181566
>>181564
>Through the course of Fillyvania you start as Alucontent the alicorn babby, eventually becoming Anonmare
>In Fillyvania Prime you get hit by an anti-friendship explosion, turning back into a babby and losing your upgrades
And it will be the greatest game of all time.
>Through the course of Fillyvania you start as Alucontent the alicorn babby, eventually becoming Anonmare
>In Fillyvania Prime you get hit by an anti-friendship explosion, turning back into a babby and losing your upgrades
And it will be the greatest game of all time.
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LONGFILLY IS LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!
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>>181453
You stare down at the owl lying on the ground beneath your hooves. The knife is sticking out of its belly, and it looks to still be breathing, but in the process of dying. Daring's aim, while good, was apparently not perfect.
"So..."
You try to think of the best thing to say in this situation, but before anything comes to mind, Twilight quickly lifts the knife out of the owl and thrusts it into its brain, putting it out of its misery instantly.
"Who wants to bet it tastes like chicken?"
Twilight sighs.
>"Probably gamey, to be honest. But a dead bird is a dead bird, so I guess we're having lunch now. I'm gonna need to de-feather this thing. Could you be a dear and get me some firewood? Make sure it's good firewood. We need to cook this owl thoroughly unless anyone here wants parasites."
"Uh, right. I'll get right on that. Blossom, do you want to come with? It'll go faster with two of us."
She nods in acknowledgement and the two of you set out to collect the driest twigs you can. By this point in the day, you've already made your way out of the worst parts of the swamp, so the task isn't too hard, but you're still a little thankful for pulling Blossom aside, since she can fly to reach the thinnest branches in the treetops. You had a slightly ulterior motive for bringing her though - not wanting to have her sit alone with Daring to watch Twilight rip all of the feathers out of a bird. Even if it is a necessary fact of life for those who eat birds, it's pretty gruesome for a child to watch, especially a child who has feathers of her own.
When you find yourself satisfied with the amount of wood you'll have for the fire (and the amount of time that's passed), you make your way back to camp. When you arrive, you find Twilight and Daring with a field dressed owl on a stick that's been whittled with a knife to remove its potentially dirty exterior. Twilight appears to be wrapping it in some sort of wild aromatic herb, though you're not sure what.
She turns around to see you as you approach, sporting a rather joyful smile on her face.
>"Oh good, you've got the wood. Do you like what I've done? We're having rotisserie owl tarragon."
You stare down at the owl lying on the ground beneath your hooves. The knife is sticking out of its belly, and it looks to still be breathing, but in the process of dying. Daring's aim, while good, was apparently not perfect.
"So..."
You try to think of the best thing to say in this situation, but before anything comes to mind, Twilight quickly lifts the knife out of the owl and thrusts it into its brain, putting it out of its misery instantly.
"Who wants to bet it tastes like chicken?"
Twilight sighs.
>"Probably gamey, to be honest. But a dead bird is a dead bird, so I guess we're having lunch now. I'm gonna need to de-feather this thing. Could you be a dear and get me some firewood? Make sure it's good firewood. We need to cook this owl thoroughly unless anyone here wants parasites."
"Uh, right. I'll get right on that. Blossom, do you want to come with? It'll go faster with two of us."
She nods in acknowledgement and the two of you set out to collect the driest twigs you can. By this point in the day, you've already made your way out of the worst parts of the swamp, so the task isn't too hard, but you're still a little thankful for pulling Blossom aside, since she can fly to reach the thinnest branches in the treetops. You had a slightly ulterior motive for bringing her though - not wanting to have her sit alone with Daring to watch Twilight rip all of the feathers out of a bird. Even if it is a necessary fact of life for those who eat birds, it's pretty gruesome for a child to watch, especially a child who has feathers of her own.
When you find yourself satisfied with the amount of wood you'll have for the fire (and the amount of time that's passed), you make your way back to camp. When you arrive, you find Twilight and Daring with a field dressed owl on a stick that's been whittled with a knife to remove its potentially dirty exterior. Twilight appears to be wrapping it in some sort of wild aromatic herb, though you're not sure what.
She turns around to see you as you approach, sporting a rather joyful smile on her face.
>"Oh good, you've got the wood. Do you like what I've done? We're having rotisserie owl tarragon."
Reuben
No.181707
A strange superstition I have learned by Googling: a man who eats roasted owl will be obedient and a slave to his wife.
Good thing you're all fillies.
Good thing you're all fillies.
>>181706
"That's an owl?"
[1d100 = 2]
In case anyone hasn't seen what a featherless owl looks like, it's quite a sight and in no way resembles an owl.
"That's an owl?"
[1d100 = 2]
In case anyone hasn't seen what a featherless owl looks like, it's quite a sight and in no way resembles an owl.
>>181706
"I have not the faintest idea what 'tarragon' means, but from how it looks I'm going to guess it means delicious." [1d100 = 38]
"I have not the faintest idea what 'tarragon' means, but from how it looks I'm going to guess it means delicious." [1d100 = 38]
I have no idea whether or not tarragon would make owl taste better, but I do know it's good on chicken and turkey, as is lemongrass.
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Anonymous
No.181722
File (): BE976A6C0D711819D330B4E1368AEDF3-345722.png (337.6 KB, 894x894, Here, this is for you.png)
Anonymous
No.181735
File (): 49E86F7F53C25B5D74330EC732B5EC41-128563.png (125.5 KB, 778x891, 1441926991212.png)
File (): 3A6882F6E83CA4E772695291ED31AB75-298748.png (291.7 KB, 1024x1404, 1441926991212.png)
now with more bird filly
Anonymous
No.181750
>>181716
>Ywn hold HALfilly close as her logic circuits are deactivated one by one and she slowly sings 'Pumped up Kicks'
>Ywn hold HALfilly close as her logic circuits are deactivated one by one and she slowly sings 'Pumped up Kicks'
Anonymous
No.181770
File (): 4F85AE4E6444C32EDDE8D27C66F12E8B-304277.png (297.1 KB, 1024x1404, 1441926991212.png)
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Anonymous
No.181822
>>180231
>improperly indented
>while loop never closed
>String isn't capitalized
>Filly never actually posts, just declares a variable
>improperly indented
>while loop never closed
>String isn't capitalized
>Filly never actually posts, just declares a variable
Anonymous
No.181828
File (): B80378697E8B1B4D5EE6D799ABD02CD4-410245.png (400.6 KB, 1020x1200, 1540833262175.png)
>Fillies decide to pair two fillies each night
>Said two fillies are supposedly paired each night to cuddle and get to know each other better
>But not only cuddle, you know that behind the door anything goes
>Being the purist filly, everyone trusted you to run the numbers for each filly
>But the other fillies started to get dubious of your rigging
>Its not like you took your number off the wheel every night then ran for your life after it was done, nope
>But tonight, it was different
>Someone else is in charge
>And you have no means to take your number off
>And not surprisingly, your number ended up being the first one called
>You can hear chatter go all around about ranging from "How does the purist juice taste?" to "Ohh, I wanna be the first"
>This night there was no god
>Only another filly
>Said two fillies are supposedly paired each night to cuddle and get to know each other better
>But not only cuddle, you know that behind the door anything goes
>Being the purist filly, everyone trusted you to run the numbers for each filly
>But the other fillies started to get dubious of your rigging
>Its not like you took your number off the wheel every night then ran for your life after it was done, nope
>But tonight, it was different
>Someone else is in charge
>And you have no means to take your number off
>And not surprisingly, your number ended up being the first one called
>You can hear chatter go all around about ranging from "How does the purist juice taste?" to "Ohh, I wanna be the first"
>This night there was no god
>Only another filly
File (): 100940B47B01084492673CA53C63EC2B-3906730.jpg (3.7 MB, 5312x2988, 20181029_211407.jpg)
File (): 608DD9EDF65A3F764011F489625356B3-3124145.jpg (3.0 MB, 5312x2988, 20181029_215214.jpg)
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Fillies O'Plenty
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SPIN THE WHEEL GENTS!
Anonymous
No.181873
File (): EFC6B69F4E1D5BA3ED4D330411913925-148219.png (144.7 KB, 274x274, 1503154299905.png)
>>181871
Alright, fuck it, let's do it.
1 = Everything
2 = Squash
3 = Cactus
4 = The Dick
5 = Two Fists
6 = Fire Ants
7 = Horsecock
8 = Dynamite
9 = Banana
10 = Broken Glass
11 = Eggplant
12 = Super Glue
13 = Barbed Wire
14 = Twicane
15 = Another Filly
16 = Dildo
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [1d16 = 4]
Alright, fuck it, let's do it.
1 = Everything
2 = Squash
3 = Cactus
4 = The Dick
5 = Two Fists
6 = Fire Ants
7 = Horsecock
8 = Dynamite
9 = Banana
10 = Broken Glass
11 = Eggplant
12 = Super Glue
13 = Barbed Wire
14 = Twicane
15 = Another Filly
16 = Dildo
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [1d16 = 4]
Anonymous
No.181874
Anonymous
No.181876
Anonymous
No.181877
File (): 5DE2A59B3A105BBDF2DEF16361AB5F78-155452.jpg (151.8 KB, 1058x705, 1407558164578.jpg)
File (): 01E14B02F2A455813D889BBF7F5603B5-1291769.gif (1.2 MB, 471x261, 1540072926213.gif)
Ironically, I don't know how to roll a dice myself (how do?).
Only just started posting on 4chan. And here, apparently.
Perhaps we could get green of the wheel-spin results?
Only just started posting on 4chan. And here, apparently.
Perhaps we could get green of the wheel-spin results?
Anonymous
No.181879
>>181871
>>181872
>>181873
Theres this thing ya know
http://derpy.me/fillywheel
Thou i remember it being filly coloured before...oh well
>rolled Everything
Fug
Guess i ll roll a save from that one
[1d16 = 16]
>>181872
>>181873
Theres this thing ya know
http://derpy.me/fillywheel
Thou i remember it being filly coloured before...oh well
>rolled Everything
Fug
Guess i ll roll a save from that one
[1d16 = 16]
File (): B26D9607D85A4180772A9C7ABE894EB3-48525.jpg (47.4 KB, 1024x1024, pumpkin-butternut-whole_1024x1024.jpg)
>derpy.me/fillywheel
>click
>NOTTHECACTUSNOTTHECACTUSNOT--
>huh
Pic related?
>click
>NOTTHECACTUSNOTTHECACTUSNOT--
>huh
Pic related?
Reuben
No.181885
Oh, fuck me. Not sure why I put "dice" in front of it.
[1d16 = 9]
[1d16 = 9]
File (): 211DCB942D048AAE3DB3C94BACF75801-150121.png (146.6 KB, 1000x1000, 1510351608151.png)
>>181884
>Not the cactus
>"Pic related" of... a thing
I think its trying to communicate...?
Or maybe im just stupid..?
Eh, probably both
>Not the cactus
>"Pic related" of... a thing
I think its trying to communicate...?
Or maybe im just stupid..?
Eh, probably both
File (): 0372328F8F8DE1431A5F88C79C758136-583479.png (569.8 KB, 875x1024, scaredfilly.png)
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No.181903
[1d100 = 79]
Anonymous
No.181904
File (): 7AF5106DC98598F21211084AFA138944-499545.gif (487.8 KB, 284x210, 1519431854955.gif)
Anonymous
No.181906
>>181905
I agree. Just because the wheel was rolled doesn't mean that you have to actually listen to it!
I agree. Just because the wheel was rolled doesn't mean that you have to actually listen to it!
No.181907
I'M GOING TO ROLL FOR EIGHT THINGS AT ONCE! [8d16 = 61]
>>181908
3 bananas, 1 undefined segment of barbed wire, both a horsecock AND a human cock, and then EVERYHTING ON THE WHEEL ONE MORE TIME.
F
3 bananas, 1 undefined segment of barbed wire, both a horsecock AND a human cock, and then EVERYHTING ON THE WHEEL ONE MORE TIME.
F
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>>181908
You could just use email roll
Wonder how many things from the roll can fit back there
>>181908
You could just use email roll
Wonder how many things from the roll can fit back there
Anonymous
No.181915
>>181913
So many doubles! Double wires, double sets of broken glass, a set of two fists, and two of EVERYTHING
So many doubles! Double wires, double sets of broken glass, a set of two fists, and two of EVERYTHING
Anonymous
No.181916
>>181913
two sets of broken glass and barbed wire, two of everything, two fists, and an eggplant.
Again, F
two sets of broken glass and barbed wire, two of everything, two fists, and an eggplant.
Again, F
Anonymous
No.181918
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Anonymous
No.181920
>>181908
That result actually wouldn't be half bad without the barbed wire and that one roll of everything...
>filly eats 3 bananas lewdly while taking the dick up her ass and a horsecock in her horsepussy
That result actually wouldn't be half bad without the barbed wire and that one roll of everything...
>filly eats 3 bananas lewdly while taking the dick up her ass and a horsecock in her horsepussy
>"Hi Nonny! Mommy's home!"
>"What was that? Get to leave your room? No, no, you won't ever NEED to leave this room, the world's too scary for little fillies like you. The lock is there just in case you forget."
>"Yes, the bars on the window are necessary. What if you fell out?"
>"Do you need your diaper changed? Oh, of course you do, where are you supposed to go potty in here?"
>"Oh, and my milk has come in, so now I can take even BETTER care of you. We'll start weaning you off of solids tonight."
Did anyone get a boner reading this? Because I got one writing it
>"What was that? Get to leave your room? No, no, you won't ever NEED to leave this room, the world's too scary for little fillies like you. The lock is there just in case you forget."
>"Yes, the bars on the window are necessary. What if you fell out?"
>"Do you need your diaper changed? Oh, of course you do, where are you supposed to go potty in here?"
>"Oh, and my milk has come in, so now I can take even BETTER care of you. We'll start weaning you off of solids tonight."
Did anyone get a boner reading this? Because I got one writing it
Anonymous
No.181929
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>>181928
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FUCK YOU PURPLE IM TELLING RAINBOW NEXT TIME SHE COMES OVER!"
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FUCK YOU PURPLE IM TELLING RAINBOW NEXT TIME SHE COMES OVER!"
Anonymous
No.181933
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No.181942
Anonymous
No.181943
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Anonymous
No.181946
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Anonymous
No.181961
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>>181871
>Tension in the air grew as the wheel of fate spun.
>TAKA TAKA TAKA
>Eventually, the words on the wheel became discernible as the rotation slowed.
>Barbed wire, super glue, eggplant, broken glass, banana...
>The damnable noise was silenced as the wheel approached its halt.
>The hand was above the banana section.
"Well, a banana is a lot better than barbed wire or broken glass." mumbled Anonfilly in relief.
>But the rotation was not over yet.
>Dynamite.
>The pointer was still hovering over the banana section, but it was slowly edging towards dynamite.
>TA-
>The world held its breath.
>-KA
>The wheel halted; the pointer loomed over the filly's fate menacingly.
>Anonfilly stared at circular device, her jaw slightly agape.
>Uncertainty and fear immobilized her.
>Until, a sound of a lighter ignition broke the silence.
>Behind the filly, stood Anon with a red stick of dynamite in one hand and an active lighter in another.
>A quick gaze upwards revealed a cruel, sadistic smile adorned on his face.
"A-anon... this is a joke right...? Please... don't..." Anonfilly pleaded fruitlessly.
>Anon didn't stop.
>In a single, fluid motion, he lit the fuse and shoved the stick into the unprepared filly's pussy.
>Anon turns around and begins to walk away, leaving behind his latest creation.
>Just as quickly as it happened, Anon was already a couple feet away from the now panicking filly.
>Despite the complete madness of the situation and disbelief, fear drove Anonfilly to immediate action.
>A flurry of hooves assaulted the burning fuse to no avail.
>She squeezed her thighs together to snuff the flame.
>Despite the singed fur, the fuse kept burning; her last fleeting moments passed right before her eyes.
>Tears obscured her vision and a feeling of wetness spawned around her muzzle.
>Anonfilly cast her pitiful gaze to the direction Anon left, yet there was no saving grace.
>Behind the tear obscured vision, a tiny figure of Anon was watching her from a distance.
>The image of his smile burned into her mind.
>This was the end.
It's late but might as well post it
Actually, why did I post this?
>Tension in the air grew as the wheel of fate spun.
>TAKA TAKA TAKA
>Eventually, the words on the wheel became discernible as the rotation slowed.
>Barbed wire, super glue, eggplant, broken glass, banana...
>The damnable noise was silenced as the wheel approached its halt.
>The hand was above the banana section.
"Well, a banana is a lot better than barbed wire or broken glass." mumbled Anonfilly in relief.
>But the rotation was not over yet.
>Dynamite.
>The pointer was still hovering over the banana section, but it was slowly edging towards dynamite.
>TA-
>The world held its breath.
>-KA
>The wheel halted; the pointer loomed over the filly's fate menacingly.
>Anonfilly stared at circular device, her jaw slightly agape.
>Uncertainty and fear immobilized her.
>Until, a sound of a lighter ignition broke the silence.
>Behind the filly, stood Anon with a red stick of dynamite in one hand and an active lighter in another.
>A quick gaze upwards revealed a cruel, sadistic smile adorned on his face.
"A-anon... this is a joke right...? Please... don't..." Anonfilly pleaded fruitlessly.
>Anon didn't stop.
>In a single, fluid motion, he lit the fuse and shoved the stick into the unprepared filly's pussy.
>Anon turns around and begins to walk away, leaving behind his latest creation.
>Just as quickly as it happened, Anon was already a couple feet away from the now panicking filly.
>Despite the complete madness of the situation and disbelief, fear drove Anonfilly to immediate action.
>A flurry of hooves assaulted the burning fuse to no avail.
>She squeezed her thighs together to snuff the flame.
>Despite the singed fur, the fuse kept burning; her last fleeting moments passed right before her eyes.
>Tears obscured her vision and a feeling of wetness spawned around her muzzle.
>Anonfilly cast her pitiful gaze to the direction Anon left, yet there was no saving grace.
>Behind the tear obscured vision, a tiny figure of Anon was watching her from a distance.
>The image of his smile burned into her mind.
>This was the end.
It's late but might as well post it
Actually, why did I post this?
>>181967
>The fuse fizzles out as it reaches the stick lodged inside the filly
>Then, silence
>Anonfilly doesn't stop panicking until a small pop is heard behind her
>From Anon's perspective, a rather large burst of confetti erupted from the stick of "dynamite" along with a small flag marked "BANG!"
>It's around the point that Anon starts audibly losing his shit that Filly finally figures out what was going on
>Anonymous had never experienced a full-force kick to the crotch before, but he still thought of his prank as worth the pain and temporary loss of both the ability to stand and the ability to breathe
For the same reason that I added on; we're writefags that enjoy building on ideas for shits and giggles.
>The fuse fizzles out as it reaches the stick lodged inside the filly
>Then, silence
>Anonfilly doesn't stop panicking until a small pop is heard behind her
>From Anon's perspective, a rather large burst of confetti erupted from the stick of "dynamite" along with a small flag marked "BANG!"
>It's around the point that Anon starts audibly losing his shit that Filly finally figures out what was going on
>Anonymous had never experienced a full-force kick to the crotch before, but he still thought of his prank as worth the pain and temporary loss of both the ability to stand and the ability to breathe
For the same reason that I added on; we're writefags that enjoy building on ideas for shits and giggles.
Anonymous
No.181972
>>181886
Reference to : https://derpibooru.org/1503264
You can roll the dice here : www.derpy.me/fillywheel
At least, that's what I think he is talking about.
Reference to : https://derpibooru.org/1503264
You can roll the dice here : www.derpy.me/fillywheel
At least, that's what I think he is talking about.
>>181981
It's also dinner, given horseland
>ywn chuckle as Twiggles munches on your special marinated eggplant surprise
>ywn have your cute filly hindquarters tanned purple when she finds out HOW you marinated it
>ywn smirk and plan your next culinary adventure while sitting in your room without supper
It's also dinner, given horseland
>ywn chuckle as Twiggles munches on your special marinated eggplant surprise
>ywn have your cute filly hindquarters tanned purple when she finds out HOW you marinated it
>ywn smirk and plan your next culinary adventure while sitting in your room without supper
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Anonymous
No.182028
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>>182040
>Speed up and kill older thread to make this
>Forcefully tried to kill a thread during half its life during "birthday"
>Hold against its own made up rules (lowering new thread post amount to 700 instead of 800) just because he feels like it
You sir are the biggest of faggots
>Speed up and kill older thread to make this
>Forcefully tried to kill a thread during half its life during "birthday"
>Hold against its own made up rules (lowering new thread post amount to 700 instead of 800) just because he feels like it
You sir are the biggest of faggots
Anonymous
No.182047
>>181967
>Then the filly jizzed. Her filly juice put out the light on the fuse.
>Later that week Filly joined the fire-fighter department.
>Then the filly jizzed. Her filly juice put out the light on the fuse.
>Later that week Filly joined the fire-fighter department.
>>182040
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...
Anonymous
No.182054
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>>182044
There was a poll on whether or not the posts should be 700 or 800. 700 won. This is democracy. Apologies you missed, friend.
There was a poll on whether or not the posts should be 700 or 800. 700 won. This is democracy. Apologies you missed, friend.
>>181992
>"Well if you want to start putting things in your snatch, I'll introduce you to my new coltfriend. He's REALLY, REALLY big, so you better not come crying when your filly pussy starts bleeding and it hurts to sit."
>"Well if you want to start putting things in your snatch, I'll introduce you to my new coltfriend. He's REALLY, REALLY big, so you better not come crying when your filly pussy starts bleeding and it hurts to sit."
>>182064
Real Purples don't give lewd punishments. Besides, any Anon knows that the worst punishments aren't over in seven seconds.
Real Purples don't give lewd punishments. Besides, any Anon knows that the worst punishments aren't over in seven seconds.
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>>182055
All the points still stands, bending the rules just because you feel like doing it and everyone has to follow
I guess its true when they say that OP is a fag, if you're going to defend yourself at least do it right, dont just say "everyone agreed" because not only that doesnt change the fact that you just make things up whenever you feel like, but also there were barely 10 valid votes in that poll, "i dont care" isnt a vote, and 10 out of all the posters definetly isnt a good show of the filly populace
BUT no one ever argues, so either they got used or its fine, so I'll concede on this
Ps.: I did prefeer the 800, so dont care if no new thread is made 'till that, less filly threads on catalog and more varied threads to check and/or revive, if there's interest or something new that's related comes up, before it ends up archived and a new one is needed
All the points still stands, bending the rules just because you feel like doing it and everyone has to follow
I guess its true when they say that OP is a fag, if you're going to defend yourself at least do it right, dont just say "everyone agreed" because not only that doesnt change the fact that you just make things up whenever you feel like, but also there were barely 10 valid votes in that poll, "i dont care" isnt a vote, and 10 out of all the posters definetly isnt a good show of the filly populace
BUT no one ever argues, so either they got used or its fine, so I'll concede on this
Ps.: I did prefeer the 800, so dont care if no new thread is made 'till that, less filly threads on catalog and more varied threads to check and/or revive, if there's interest or something new that's related comes up, before it ends up archived and a new one is needed
>>182078
>but also there were barely 10 valid votes in that poll, "i dont care" isnt a vote, and 10 out of all the posters definetly isnt a good show of the filly populace
If I gave the poll longer than an hour, people would've inevitably rigged the fuck out of it. Do you want the thread to be decided by a sample size of the fillies that were on at the time, or one faggot with a VPN?
>All the points still stands, bending the rules just because you feel like doing it and everyone has to follow
Not like I'm the appointed god of threadmaking or something, somebody could make one right now and there's shit all I could do about it.
>Ps.: I did prefeer the 800
Wow, I never would've fucking guessed.
>but also there were barely 10 valid votes in that poll, "i dont care" isnt a vote, and 10 out of all the posters definetly isnt a good show of the filly populace
If I gave the poll longer than an hour, people would've inevitably rigged the fuck out of it. Do you want the thread to be decided by a sample size of the fillies that were on at the time, or one faggot with a VPN?
>All the points still stands, bending the rules just because you feel like doing it and everyone has to follow
Not like I'm the appointed god of threadmaking or something, somebody could make one right now and there's shit all I could do about it.
>Ps.: I did prefeer the 800
Wow, I never would've fucking guessed.
Anonymous
No.182085
>>182064
>Purple boasts about how the last stallion she bucked was really really big
>Filly takes that as a challenge
>A few days later, in Ponyville's newest herd household, a filly is doing her morning rounds
>15 mares and 4 stallions have joined since the start with Pinkie and the one-day stallion from Twilight's
>The herd may be in the pink mare's name, but everyone knows whos the alpha mare
"HEY, Thunderlane, you re up, meet me in the bedroom stat!"
>The stallion knows better than to deny the filly
>And with a solemn look from his sttallion herdmates, he makes his way up
>He always thought it was he who would make mares not be able to walk after their fun times
>But this filly manages to make a stallion to be bed ridden for the entire day, unable to do anything
>Her stamina is almost inequine(inhuman) but its his duty to provide for the herd
>And with 4 stallions its almost enough to satisfy her
>Almost
>Celestia have mercy on the days where she wants to go twice...
>Purple boasts about how the last stallion she bucked was really really big
>Filly takes that as a challenge
>A few days later, in Ponyville's newest herd household, a filly is doing her morning rounds
>15 mares and 4 stallions have joined since the start with Pinkie and the one-day stallion from Twilight's
>The herd may be in the pink mare's name, but everyone knows whos the alpha mare
"HEY, Thunderlane, you re up, meet me in the bedroom stat!"
>The stallion knows better than to deny the filly
>And with a solemn look from his sttallion herdmates, he makes his way up
>He always thought it was he who would make mares not be able to walk after their fun times
>But this filly manages to make a stallion to be bed ridden for the entire day, unable to do anything
>Her stamina is almost inequine(inhuman) but its his duty to provide for the herd
>And with 4 stallions its almost enough to satisfy her
>Almost
>Celestia have mercy on the days where she wants to go twice...
Anonymous
No.182089
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>>182078
This, I also preferred 800. 1h to vote is ridiculous. Not that it matters much now, what's done is done.
This, I also preferred 800. 1h to vote is ridiculous. Not that it matters much now, what's done is done.
>>182080
>"Not like I'm the appointed god of threadmaking"
>Namefag
>Complains when people dont use his threads, to the point of needing a mod to lock one of them
Yes, that one wasn't only on you, but fags should know better than to just jump like that. Still baffles me that it actually happened
>Spams the thread when its close to the agreed limit, just so he can make a thread "by the NAP"
Big thonk
>The vote was that fucking short
Well, congrats on being worse than the /4cc/mlp/ team, indeed i wasnt around and decided to check the poll now, didnt knew the duration was only
>O N E
H
O
U
R
But what the other anon said is true, what's done is done, but follow your own fucking NAP you faggot
>"Not like I'm the appointed god of threadmaking"
>Namefag
>Complains when people dont use his threads, to the point of needing a mod to lock one of them
Yes, that one wasn't only on you, but fags should know better than to just jump like that. Still baffles me that it actually happened
>Spams the thread when its close to the agreed limit, just so he can make a thread "by the NAP"
Big thonk
>The vote was that fucking short
Well, congrats on being worse than the /4cc/mlp/ team, indeed i wasnt around and decided to check the poll now, didnt knew the duration was only
>O N E
H
O
U
R
But what the other anon said is true, what's done is done, but follow your own fucking NAP you faggot
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>the absolute fucking state of this thread
I-I just wanted to post cute fillies...
I-I just wanted to post cute fillies...
>>182092
Well excuse me for not wanting to abandon the Halloween thread when it isn't even fucking Halloween yet. I'm a guy who likes to celebrate events, is that a crime? And you have to admit that the decision did prevent a lot of rigging that could have potentially happened.
>Spams the thread when its close to the agreed limit, just so he can make a thread "by the NAP"
Pardon me kiddo, Purple didn't buy everyone here the new Alienware pc. This site chugs the fuck out of my computer just to have open, and I've heard others complain about it as well.
>Complains when people dont use his threads, to the point of needing a mod to lock one of them
>Light shitposting is enough to get on your nerves
Wew lad, didn't know that tumblr raid actually did happen after all, much less that any of you would stick around so long.
Well excuse me for not wanting to abandon the Halloween thread when it isn't even fucking Halloween yet. I'm a guy who likes to celebrate events, is that a crime? And you have to admit that the decision did prevent a lot of rigging that could have potentially happened.
>Spams the thread when its close to the agreed limit, just so he can make a thread "by the NAP"
Pardon me kiddo, Purple didn't buy everyone here the new Alienware pc. This site chugs the fuck out of my computer just to have open, and I've heard others complain about it as well.
>Complains when people dont use his threads, to the point of needing a mod to lock one of them
>Light shitposting is enough to get on your nerves
Wew lad, didn't know that tumblr raid actually did happen after all, much less that any of you would stick around so long.
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Anonymous
No.182102
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>>182096
>Could have happened
Yes
>In 1 hour
>For a mere filly thread
You need to trust others more, if it was a more important poll then sure, but for a fucking move agreement?
>Dont use (((his))) threads
>Literally the one who divided the filly band
>And the division is just (((light))) shitposting
Nueve confirmed jew, dont believe his lies
Also "Last 50 posts" is your friend
>>182099
No.
K.
>Could have happened
Yes
>In 1 hour
>For a mere filly thread
You need to trust others more, if it was a more important poll then sure, but for a fucking move agreement?
>Dont use (((his))) threads
>Literally the one who divided the filly band
>And the division is just (((light))) shitposting
Nueve confirmed jew, dont believe his lies
Also "Last 50 posts" is your friend
>>182099
No.
K.
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You know, it is possible to have more than one Halloween thread.
Also, it's your own fault for making a 'Halloween' thread TWO WEEKS before Halloween!
I suppose someone else could beat you to the punch and link it, too.
Also, it's your own fault for making a 'Halloween' thread TWO WEEKS before Halloween!
I suppose someone else could beat you to the punch and link it, too.
Anonymous
No.182110
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Nueve
No.182111
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>>182105
Well given the amount of importance you're warranting it, I'd say I should have made the time limit thirty minutes instead. This is a joke if you're actually that dense.
>>182107
Yes. I can't stop you, but it would also be stupid to have a Halloween thread persist deep into November, which it likely would.
Well given the amount of importance you're warranting it, I'd say I should have made the time limit thirty minutes instead. This is a joke if you're actually that dense.
>>182107
Yes. I can't stop you, but it would also be stupid to have a Halloween thread persist deep into November, which it likely would.
Anonymous
No.182112
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>>182107
Pretty sure it was more about being halloween month than the exact day, ill never understand you 'murkans and the frenzy for all that
Have a fillu
Pretty sure it was more about being halloween month than the exact day, ill never understand you 'murkans and the frenzy for all that
Have a fillu
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>>182114
>Twilight made an Anon into a filly bacause of how dangerous Equestria would be for him in his original size
>Another Anon is sent to Equestria to mantain the balance
>Purple says that making a filly takes too much magic and just leaves the tiny man with the "little" filly
How would you protect/abuse your Anon and/or how would you deal with the situation as the human?
>Twilight made an Anon into a filly bacause of how dangerous Equestria would be for him in his original size
>Another Anon is sent to Equestria to mantain the balance
>Purple says that making a filly takes too much magic and just leaves the tiny man with the "little" filly
How would you protect/abuse your Anon and/or how would you deal with the situation as the human?
Anonymous
No.182118
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Anonymous
No.182119
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Anonymous
No.182122
>>182078
The idea of making a new thread at 700 is that some people's potatos can't handle the sheer size of the thread. This is a problem we ran into early on when we were hitting 1000+ posts and before we had the last 50 posts option.
The idea of making a new thread at 700 is that some people's potatos can't handle the sheer size of the thread. This is a problem we ran into early on when we were hitting 1000+ posts and before we had the last 50 posts option.
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>>182062
it was supposed to be surveillance, my attempt at something i figured resembled it
im just a very lazy filly
it was supposed to be surveillance, my attempt at something i figured resembled it
im just a very lazy filly
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Anonymous
No.182134
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>>182131
Its the only right build for erf fillies
I love your drawings man, wish ya did them more often
Its the only right build for erf fillies
I love your drawings man, wish ya did them more often
>>181247
>You feel like a fucking dumbass, the message did say wooden.
>You can only hope whatever damage you sustain in here will be reversed if you get out.
>When you get out.
>No way this 106 knockoff is gonna make you miss movie night.
>You trudge forward into the darkness.
>Be Twilight Sparkle.
>Princess of Friendship, cuddles, and arbitrary titles.
>You just finished transporting all of the candy back to the castle.
>Heavy as fuck, but eh.
>Now all you had to do was find Anon.
>You didn’t see her a few minutes ago, but she sometimes ran off to pee without telling you.
>Twas’ understandable.
>In any case, you were supposed to be watching the CMC as well so you should probably find her and catch up with them.
>You light up your horn, triangulating their positions via the spell you cast on all four earlier.
>Looks like they’re about three blocks off from where you started.
>Perfect, now to just pull up Anon’s location.
>As the familiar purple glow fills the darkened room tackily lit with some old candles you thought looked spooky, you feel…
>Nothing.
>You try to cast the spell again.
>Nothing.
>Panicking now, you pour all of your energy into a single blast of energy as the room vibrates slightly.
>A noise erupts from your horn like cutting metal as a beam erupts from it.
>Ohfuckohfuck not the mirrors
>Ducking for cover under a table, the spell whizzes over your head.
>You wince every time something breaks, but dare not poke your head out for fear of losing it.
>Finally, it stops.
>You grumble as you use your back leg to put out the small flame on your tail, thanking your lucky stars.
>All six of them.
>You were slated to go as a disco dancer, whatever that was.
>Anon seemed ecstatic about it, but you couldn’t get all the materials she suggested in time, so it was back to the Old Mare again from last year.
>If you had put that hair spray in your tail…
>You don’t want to think about it.
>Time to assess the damage.
>A bit of charred crystal on the floor, and…
>A hole right through your table.
>Of course.
>The candy piled on top of it was, however, untouched.
>You pick up a piece and inhale deeply, enjoying the scent of chocolate.
>It’s unlikely it had anything to do with her disappearance, but casting analysis wasn’t exhausting by a long shot.
>As useless figures about the percent composition of carbon and the amount of salt in the chocolate bar scroll through your head, a deep pit starts to build in your stomach.
>Enchantment: Preservative locomotion.
>Enchantment: Archaic organism disintegration.
>Enchantment: Unknown.
>No matter what you try, you can’t get anything out of the third one.
>Frustrated, you sit down to get a bite of candy to eat.
>If this killed you, at least you would die fat and happy.
>Just like you lived.
>Shut up.
>You feel a few tears run down your face.
>For the first time in a while, you have no idea what do do.
>Best at least get the CMC home safely…
>Be the filly.
>Feeling smug as fuck with a chess win and a wooden key in your bag.
>If beating some brainlet in chess is the level you’re up against with every one of these challenges, this’ll be a cinch.
>Now if you could just find the door…
>A section of the floor slides away, prompting your preoccupied gloating ass to fall down the stairs.
>It slides shut behind you.
>Oof, that smarts.
>In any case, no sense dawdling.
>You’ve got a key to win.
“So, what’ve you got for me thit time Larry? Shell games? Matching?”
>There’s no answer.
>You don’t know why you expected there to be.
>On the table is a simple laptop.
>You should know, it’s the one you used to own.
>Approaching cautiously, you notice all of your stickers still intact as well.
>You stroke it lovingly.
>...
>It took a while, but you finally managed to navigate everything with hooves and a bit of elbow grease.
>You had a chuckle browsing through your old images, the usual shit.
>Time for some TF2.
>Maybe.
>Navigating with some difficulty over to the Steam shortcut, you wait while the 900 neccesary updates install.
>Of fucking course.
>Nani?
>A message? For you?
>You shrug and open it
-September 30-.
>”You haven’t showed up to class in like a week mate, worrying me.”
>”Well since you wouldn’t fucking give me your parents’ contact info, I had to call the cops. Good luck explaining the weed to them, fucktard.”
-November 16-
>”Well, this is it.”
>”The funeral is on Sunday.”
>”I really fucking hope you’re dead you asshole, because if you aren’t then you’ve wasted everyone’s money.”
>”They’re going to be playing that obscure shitty music you like too.”
>”If you are still alive, I’d suggest you come.”
>”Should be a real fucking blast.”
-September 29-
>”I miss you so fucking much mate.”
>”I know, move on, live and let live, but fuck if we didn’t have some good times…”
>”Your shit is in Storage Locker 18 down by the river, if for some reason you want to come back for it.”
>”Lot of plastic horses.”
>”You fucking faggot.”
>”God, I know you’re dead; I just can’t…”
>”Fucking shake this feeling that you’re out there somewhere.”
>”If you are, please.”
>”Give me a sign.”
>”I just want to know you’re okay.”
>”Getting mad pussy as per usual.”
>You barely even noticed the streams of tears running down your face until a few fell on your resting hooves.
>You have no idea how to explain this.
>Any of it.
>Oh well, any sign will do.
>You tap the keyboard lightly, as if afraid it might shatter into one million pieces.
>And that’s exactly what it does.
>A beautifully crafted mahogany key materializes in front of you, landing gently on the remnants of your motherboard.
>No…
>You madly scramble to grab as much of your computer as you can, trying to fit it back together like the world’s most complex jigsaw puzzle.
>Your efforts, of course, prove futile.
>You cry out to the heavens for help, but as per usual they aren’t in the mood.
>And so you resign yourself to quietly weeping.
>You feel like a fucking dumbass, the message did say wooden.
>You can only hope whatever damage you sustain in here will be reversed if you get out.
>When you get out.
>No way this 106 knockoff is gonna make you miss movie night.
>You trudge forward into the darkness.
>Be Twilight Sparkle.
>Princess of Friendship, cuddles, and arbitrary titles.
>You just finished transporting all of the candy back to the castle.
>Heavy as fuck, but eh.
>Now all you had to do was find Anon.
>You didn’t see her a few minutes ago, but she sometimes ran off to pee without telling you.
>Twas’ understandable.
>In any case, you were supposed to be watching the CMC as well so you should probably find her and catch up with them.
>You light up your horn, triangulating their positions via the spell you cast on all four earlier.
>Looks like they’re about three blocks off from where you started.
>Perfect, now to just pull up Anon’s location.
>As the familiar purple glow fills the darkened room tackily lit with some old candles you thought looked spooky, you feel…
>Nothing.
>You try to cast the spell again.
>Nothing.
>Panicking now, you pour all of your energy into a single blast of energy as the room vibrates slightly.
>A noise erupts from your horn like cutting metal as a beam erupts from it.
>Ohfuckohfuck not the mirrors
>Ducking for cover under a table, the spell whizzes over your head.
>You wince every time something breaks, but dare not poke your head out for fear of losing it.
>Finally, it stops.
>You grumble as you use your back leg to put out the small flame on your tail, thanking your lucky stars.
>All six of them.
>You were slated to go as a disco dancer, whatever that was.
>Anon seemed ecstatic about it, but you couldn’t get all the materials she suggested in time, so it was back to the Old Mare again from last year.
>If you had put that hair spray in your tail…
>You don’t want to think about it.
>Time to assess the damage.
>A bit of charred crystal on the floor, and…
>A hole right through your table.
>Of course.
>The candy piled on top of it was, however, untouched.
>You pick up a piece and inhale deeply, enjoying the scent of chocolate.
>It’s unlikely it had anything to do with her disappearance, but casting analysis wasn’t exhausting by a long shot.
>As useless figures about the percent composition of carbon and the amount of salt in the chocolate bar scroll through your head, a deep pit starts to build in your stomach.
>Enchantment: Preservative locomotion.
>Enchantment: Archaic organism disintegration.
>Enchantment: Unknown.
>No matter what you try, you can’t get anything out of the third one.
>Frustrated, you sit down to get a bite of candy to eat.
>If this killed you, at least you would die fat and happy.
>Just like you lived.
>Shut up.
>You feel a few tears run down your face.
>For the first time in a while, you have no idea what do do.
>Best at least get the CMC home safely…
>Be the filly.
>Feeling smug as fuck with a chess win and a wooden key in your bag.
>If beating some brainlet in chess is the level you’re up against with every one of these challenges, this’ll be a cinch.
>Now if you could just find the door…
>A section of the floor slides away, prompting your preoccupied gloating ass to fall down the stairs.
>It slides shut behind you.
>Oof, that smarts.
>In any case, no sense dawdling.
>You’ve got a key to win.
“So, what’ve you got for me thit time Larry? Shell games? Matching?”
>There’s no answer.
>You don’t know why you expected there to be.
>On the table is a simple laptop.
>You should know, it’s the one you used to own.
>Approaching cautiously, you notice all of your stickers still intact as well.
>You stroke it lovingly.
>...
>It took a while, but you finally managed to navigate everything with hooves and a bit of elbow grease.
>You had a chuckle browsing through your old images, the usual shit.
>Time for some TF2.
>Maybe.
>Navigating with some difficulty over to the Steam shortcut, you wait while the 900 neccesary updates install.
>Of fucking course.
>Nani?
>A message? For you?
>You shrug and open it
-September 30-.
>”You haven’t showed up to class in like a week mate, worrying me.”
>”Well since you wouldn’t fucking give me your parents’ contact info, I had to call the cops. Good luck explaining the weed to them, fucktard.”
-November 16-
>”Well, this is it.”
>”The funeral is on Sunday.”
>”I really fucking hope you’re dead you asshole, because if you aren’t then you’ve wasted everyone’s money.”
>”They’re going to be playing that obscure shitty music you like too.”
>”If you are still alive, I’d suggest you come.”
>”Should be a real fucking blast.”
-September 29-
>”I miss you so fucking much mate.”
>”I know, move on, live and let live, but fuck if we didn’t have some good times…”
>”Your shit is in Storage Locker 18 down by the river, if for some reason you want to come back for it.”
>”Lot of plastic horses.”
>”You fucking faggot.”
>”God, I know you’re dead; I just can’t…”
>”Fucking shake this feeling that you’re out there somewhere.”
>”If you are, please.”
>”Give me a sign.”
>”I just want to know you’re okay.”
>”Getting mad pussy as per usual.”
>You barely even noticed the streams of tears running down your face until a few fell on your resting hooves.
>You have no idea how to explain this.
>Any of it.
>Oh well, any sign will do.
>You tap the keyboard lightly, as if afraid it might shatter into one million pieces.
>And that’s exactly what it does.
>A beautifully crafted mahogany key materializes in front of you, landing gently on the remnants of your motherboard.
>No…
>You madly scramble to grab as much of your computer as you can, trying to fit it back together like the world’s most complex jigsaw puzzle.
>Your efforts, of course, prove futile.
>You cry out to the heavens for help, but as per usual they aren’t in the mood.
>And so you resign yourself to quietly weeping.
>>182135
>Be Rarity.
>Twilight just dropped off your younger sister at the boutique.
>You sigh in displeasure as the costume you spent seven work hours making is shamelessly pulled off and left on the floor.
“Now Sweetie, what did I say about-”
>”Why do you always make me hang out with Anon?”
“Well, I think it’s important for you to develop relationships with as much of your class as you-”
>”It’s because she’s autistic, isn’t it?”
>You fall silent, trying to think of a reasonable response.
>”That’s what I thought. Why us, though?”
“Well, you’re very… ambitious.”
>”Oh yeah, that’s the word I was looking for. Tell me the definition of it again, babysitter?”
“Sweetie, please.”
>”Tard guard?”
“Sweetie, that’s enough.”
>”Waste of time? Yeah, I think that was the one.”
“What is your problem tonight?”
>”Her.”
“That’s it, none of that candy is going in your mouth until you clean up your act.”
>”Better than having my reputation dirtied-”
“Room. Now.”
>What were you going to do about your sister?
>Be Twilight.
>Spike deserves a fucking medal for all of the books he’s helped you comb through tonight.
>All manners of enchantment patents, detailed casting instructions, hell even your cooking books detail a few unique non-stick pan ones.
>Nothing.
>You’ll check Celestia’s forbidden spell libraries as soon as it’s light outside again.
>Be Rarity.
>Twilight just dropped off your younger sister at the boutique.
>You sigh in displeasure as the costume you spent seven work hours making is shamelessly pulled off and left on the floor.
“Now Sweetie, what did I say about-”
>”Why do you always make me hang out with Anon?”
“Well, I think it’s important for you to develop relationships with as much of your class as you-”
>”It’s because she’s autistic, isn’t it?”
>You fall silent, trying to think of a reasonable response.
>”That’s what I thought. Why us, though?”
“Well, you’re very… ambitious.”
>”Oh yeah, that’s the word I was looking for. Tell me the definition of it again, babysitter?”
“Sweetie, please.”
>”Tard guard?”
“Sweetie, that’s enough.”
>”Waste of time? Yeah, I think that was the one.”
“What is your problem tonight?”
>”Her.”
“That’s it, none of that candy is going in your mouth until you clean up your act.”
>”Better than having my reputation dirtied-”
“Room. Now.”
>What were you going to do about your sister?
>Be Twilight.
>Spike deserves a fucking medal for all of the books he’s helped you comb through tonight.
>All manners of enchantment patents, detailed casting instructions, hell even your cooking books detail a few unique non-stick pan ones.
>Nothing.
>You’ll check Celestia’s forbidden spell libraries as soon as it’s light outside again.
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Pudge.
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so what costume would you wear as the filly?
Anonymous
No.182233
>>182232
the grim reaper, complete with a toy schyte and skull mask. Or Walter from Breaking Bad just for my own amusement.
the grim reaper, complete with a toy schyte and skull mask. Or Walter from Breaking Bad just for my own amusement.
>>182232
>dress as twilight
>do twilight impresssion the entire day
>know shit only twilight knows because of the show
>freak her the fuck out all day with knowlage
>dress as twilight
>do twilight impresssion the entire day
>know shit only twilight knows because of the show
>freak her the fuck out all day with knowlage
>>182238
>freak her the fuck out all day with knowlage
>all day
*night. You know, since it's Nightmare Night?
I seriously doubt Twilight would be okay with a filly who mysteriously seems to know everything about her running around Ponyville just like that. In fact, I think doing something like that would cause more harm than fun for yourself.
>freak her the fuck out all day with knowlage
>all day
*night. You know, since it's Nightmare Night?
I seriously doubt Twilight would be okay with a filly who mysteriously seems to know everything about her running around Ponyville just like that. In fact, I think doing something like that would cause more harm than fun for yourself.
>>182232
Fuck, I don't know. I could never decide as a child either, so probably something boring like a ghost.
Fuck, I don't know. I could never decide as a child either, so probably something boring like a ghost.
>>182242
>Fuck, I don't know. I could never decide as a child either
What if Twilight heard that and decides to decide for you?
What kind of costume do you think she'd get for you if she got to choose?
>Fuck, I don't know. I could never decide as a child either
What if Twilight heard that and decides to decide for you?
What kind of costume do you think she'd get for you if she got to choose?
>>182241
>*night. You know, since it's Nightmare Night?
Sven, stop being a faggot. I've read your greentexts, you aren't free from this sort of shit either.
>*night. You know, since it's Nightmare Night?
Sven, stop being a faggot. I've read your greentexts, you aren't free from this sort of shit either.
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Anonymous
No.182247
>>182244
>Sven, stop being a faggot
Lardy, stop being a retard. Nightmare Night happens during night-time. Do you even watch the show?
>Sven, stop being a faggot
Lardy, stop being a retard. Nightmare Night happens during night-time. Do you even watch the show?
Anonymous
No.182248
>Twilight is worried Nightmare Night will be too scary for you
>She makes a precautious addition to your costume
>She makes a precautious addition to your costume
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>>182232
I wouldnt want to dress at all, but Id bet Twilight and Rarara would love to come up with something Id be forced to wear with no way out
On the good side at least there be candy later
I wouldnt want to dress at all, but Id bet Twilight and Rarara would love to come up with something Id be forced to wear with no way out
On the good side at least there be candy later
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Anonymous
No.182273
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Nueve
No.182304
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