/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

Miss Sparkle.. I don't feel so good...

Guys, I think my filly might have autism.

>>240532
If she didn't, she wouldn't be filly now, would she?

>>240538
Yeah, only contentfags become the filly; and you know how autistic they are.

>>240532
Regular autism or fancy Hollywood autism?

Hopefully this is something like what you're expecting, I'll actually probably try and update this relatively frequently if there's interest, since I haven't come up with many good ideas for Chilly recently.
>>240289 →
>Your nukes are armed and ready, and your ship packed to the brim with disposable clones of the ideal soldier, Chad.
>You casually tap the launch codes into the console, pinkie resting on the enter key that will raze this primitive civilization.
>You need to piss.
>Your ship has a bathroom of course, but it's designed for zero-gravity and you don't really want to get your wiener sucked any more than you have to.
>You whistle as you deploy the various instruments that will determine if the outside is safe.
>Pressure: 1.0 atm.
>Oxygen availability: sufficient.
>Pathological load: still calculating.
>You skim the twenty plus lines of variables that determine whether or not your dick will burst into flames if you pull it out on the planet surface.
>Pathological load takes a hell of a long time to calculate (as per usual) but you learned not to ignore it after another Dropman came back with half of his body a fine soup.
>It finally comes up in the green, indicating that you're good to go out into the scanned radius of sixty meters.
>The airlock opens with a hiss, letting in some slightly odd-smelling air.
>Scans probably indicated a higher percentage of something or other.
>You stretch out with a crack, sighing as you can finally get some open space after two weeks in that cramped can.
>Pulling out your dick, you begin to let loose on some nearby plants which somewhat resemble ferns.
>You let out a loud moan, shaking your player two a few times before putting him safely back in your pants.
>"Hello."
>You jump, spinning around to see a purple unicorn with two large feathery wings.
"Oh, hey. What are you doing here?"
>"I'm not sure, the map just told me that there was a problem over here. What... are you?"
"I was just about to ask you the same, but unfortunately I have important business to take care of."
>"What sort?"
"Classified."
>"I think I have more than enough authority to know what's going on here. Do you know who you're talking to?"
>You look her up and down.
"No, I've never seen you before in my fucking life."
>"Then allow me to introduce myself. I am Princess Twilight Sparkle, now state your business here or I will be forced to extricate you and your metal bird from this land for the security of friendship."
>You laugh. With the power of your nukes you didn't think you would need to use the clones.
>You discretely press a button on the side of your suit, opening a hatch.
>Another button press later, and 300 plasma rifles are trained upon the unicorn.
"You and what-"
>Before you can even finish, a white-hot beam has cut fifty of your troops in half.
>The rest open fire on the unicorn, but she grins coldly and the air around her shimmers; absorbing the bolts.
>After about 1200 rounds have been loosed into her barrier, it twists itself into an inverse cone and vaporizes the entirety of your remaining forces.
>Just before everything goes black, you manage to fumble your transponder out and mash the panic button.
>...
>It's dark.
>You're on your back.
>You try to raise your arms, but you feel restraints.
>Your legs too are restrained.
>You scream profanities.
>They go unanswered.
>You start to count the seconds in your head.
>You do not lose track.
>After 21629 of them, you hear a voice near you.
>You recognize it, and shrink back away from it as much as you can.
>"Your... transportation device is impervious to my cutting spells. What is it made of?"
"Release me and I'll tell you."
>"You tried to kill me, and if I were anypony else you probably would've succeeded."
"Wanna fucking bet I can't still do it?"
>The lights come on and you squint, accustomed to the darkness.
>"I must say, you're not all that diplomatic. Makes me wonder what exactly you were planning on doing with all of those other apes."
"I'm a human, you fucktard."
>She ignores you.
>"I don't think you deserve what I'm about to offer you, but I'll offer it anyways. You can tell me what you were doing on this planet, let me confiscate every weapon you have with you, and I'll let you go crawling back to whatever shithole you came from."
>You make a rather wet sound, gathering phlegm before spitting it in her face.
>It sticks and slides down her horn, an amusing sight considering how many projectiles she countered earlier.
>"So, option b it is."
"And what would that be? Killing me would be ill-advised."
>She shrugs and her horn begins to glow, the energy of whatever she's doing with it singing the spit and vaporizing it.
>You start to feel uneasy for the first time in years, truth be told you never have seen anything like her.
>You have no idea what she's capable of, but if she wanted to kill you she could've easily done so a while ago.
"Hey..."
>Fuck, you can't remember her name.
"...Purple. What are you doing there?"
>The hint of a smile shows up on her muzzle.
>"Classified."
>The room begins to darken, a look around suggests that it's being pulled in.
>You struggle against your restraints again, wondering if you had missed something.
>The lamp is still on, but almost no light remains in the room.
>You scream for help at the top of your lungs.
>The light is gone.
Even the horn itself, which you look for a light source, has snuffed out.
>Nothing happens for a few seconds, the pounding of your heart audible over the dull hum of Purple's horn.
>Then even that is gone.
>All at once, every single nerve ending you possess lights up like Clark Griswold's house in Christmas Vacation.
>You can feel your vocal chords vibrating in your neck, but you hear no scream.
>You begin to violently convulse, whatever the horse put into you being equivalent to grabbing a substation coil with both hands.
>Surprisingly, your restraints loosen over time.
>You'll have to take advantage of that in a bit.

>>240542
>You vomit off to the side.
>And just as suddenly as the pain began, it's over.
>You try to dive off to the side and bolt, but only really succeed in twitching.
>Your vision comes back just in time to see that your physical restraints have been replaced with energy-based ones.
>Your hearing comes back just in time for you to hear d'awwing.
"Cut that shit-"
>You clap a hand over you mouth.
>Oh dear fucking lord, that's no hand.
>Sweet Satan, that's not your voice.
>Purple holds up a small mirror to you.
>The face that greets you is not that of a chiseled astronaut that has spent the last twenty years venturing into the cosmos to find areas for mining outposts, but that of a slightly pudgy, floppy-eared, very distraught looking green horse.
>Fucking shitbricks, that's you.
>"You don't like it, do you?"
"Of course I don't fucking like it, change me back or I'm going to have you all nuked."
>"I don't even know what that is, but it sounds like a threat."
>You're pulled out of the bed, legs squirming in vain trying to get in contact with something.
>Her head is next to your ear.
>"Good little fillies don't threaten their Princesses."
"The fuck are you on about you cun-"
>Before you can say anything else, there's a hoof over your back lightning fast, holding you down to the bed.
>You can feel what you assume to be a tail get lifted out of the way of your buttocks, though to be honest you've avoided looking down there in fear that this whole process would do something to your second mate.
>You look up at her, confused.
>She seems to be considering something.
>"I don't even have a name for you yet, and I'm about to punish you... what are you called where you're from?"
>Punishment isn't ideal, better cooperate.
"Anonymous."
>"What a nice name, wasted on such a piece of shit filly."
>You're not a filly, you're a man.
>Fuck her.
>"Well, no sense stalling this. Pick a number between one and ten."
"Five."
>"Huh, I was thinking of that number exactly. That means you win."
>Something deep inside of you perks up, like this horse that just demonstrated her love of the art of sadism would do something nice for you.
>You try to maintain a neutral voice.
"What do I win?"
>"Well, I was going to tan your ass red with my hoof if you didn't get it right, but now..."
>A popping sound that you assume was displaced air resonates, and suddenly there's a big fucking paddle levitating in the air.
>It even has holes in it to reduce drag.
>You see her reach up, her hoof sticking to it like glue.
>"Ready?"
"God dammit you gay fucking hors- AAAAA!"
>The wood hits you so hard that you're honestly worried about splinters.
>"Well, I was only going to give you five, but now I think I'll have to up that to say... thirty? I think thirty is a good number for rude little fillies."
"You bitch I'll have your-"
>"Sixty."
"I..."
>"You want seventy?"
"No..."
>"That's what I thought. Now hold still, this'll be over soon..."
>At ten you're clenching your teeth to deal with the pain.
>At twenty tears have begun to leak from your eyes.
>At thirty you're having to hold back sniffles.
>At forty you're dripping mucous all over everything.
>At fifty, you've started sniffling.
>At sixty, you're letting out choked sobs.
>And by the time the sixty-fifth paddle strike rolls around, you're crying for real.
>The feeling of crying itself makes you feel terrible as well; after all, a man should only cry when he loses his father and when he loses his country.
>You reach back to feel your throbbing ass, but accidentally feel something else as well.
>OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST SHE TOOK YOUR DICK.
>At this realization, your crying begins to incorporate a good bit of screaming.
>Then... something surprising happens.
>You're lifted off of the bed, and two soft appendages wrap around you.
>You look up into Purple's eyes, still very peeved and sad; but mostly just confused now.
>"These are my hooves, Anonymous."
>"If you're a bad filly, they can bring you pain. I can guarantee you that I can easily make your life a living hell for what you were probably trying to do to my land.
>"But... if you're a good filly, they can bring you joy. Maybe even love. I wasn't even entirely sure what you would become when I readied that spell, but it would appear that it takes influence heavily from the user's mind. I... have always wanted a little filly."
>You look down, this whole situation feels so incredibly strange.
>"Girls, you can come in now. Thank you for your help."
>All at once, five other horses come through the door and introduce themselves.
>A bombastic nutcase named Pinkie Pie seems especially excited to see you, while a Rarity, Applejack and Rainbow Dash simply give you cold stares and only introduce themselves when the pony who's name you are reminded is Twilight Sparkle directs them to.
>A yellow pony with a pink mane stands out in the way that she says nothing at all, but is eventually introduced by Pinkie as Fluttershy.
>Apparently the energy required for this wasn't achievable by a single midget horse.
>You hear something about elements of something in the ADD on Cocaine chatterboxing of Pinkie, but that doesn't really make much sense.
>Eventually, everyone but Pinkie and Twilight leaves and the three of you have the room to yourselves.
>Apparently you're going to have some sort of party thrown for you tomorrow, which is sort of cool.
>Though it's probably going to be lame as fuck without any alcohol.

>>240532
quick, get her in the autism cage!

fresh Derpi filly by Czu

>>240551
>Spoiler bunker
>But one of the fillies took it inside, wanting to talk to others
No place is safe, AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>240553
If I invested myself in the show anymore, maybe I would be in one of these parties, but I just don't follow these happenings anymore. I don't need a spoiler bunker, and I don't have the context of seasons 4-9 to really care about being spoiled.

...
Hhhh...

Welp, tonight's a Jameson night. Let Future Spike deal with my job applications.

I want to grab the filly like this and go "GOTCHA, you little faggot."

>>240560
Back off anon.
You can't filly the Filly.

>>240562
Seconding this.
It's for your own good, anon.

>>240543
why do i like you so much when filly got bullied by Twiggles

>>240560
>Be Anonymous A Local Giant
>Finding the tiny green faggot fucking around with the onions.
"What are you doing in my swamp!?"
>It's hard enough to find decently sized food for a man bigger than a two story house let alone for enough for every anon.
>Eating Discord's conjured food was something...
>Certainly something.
>An ear of wax would hopefully never be on the menu ever again thanks to these vegetables.
"GOTCHA, you little faggot."
>It's been a long time coming for this filly.
>Her helpless writhing only making the victory of catching the slippery anon all the more sweet.
>"Reeeee!"
>>240562
>"Back off anon. You can't filly the filly."
>Another filly attempting to disturb the box of wonder of hope. The work of layers of effort!
>There still was one hand free.
"I must filly the Filly."
>"Reeeeeeeeeee!"
>>240563
>More fillies hearing the warcry charged in.

>Hearing the commotion other Anons joined the fray. Both Man, and Mare of the youthful kind.
>It would be a battle for the ages.

>Royal guards would study this battle for centuries afterwards to unearth the incredible tactics, and planning.
>However the guards would never know of this filly black-ops failure. They may not have gotten the onions, but that was all ogre now.
>The battle of Tirek the rekt, Grogar the goatsed, and Anonymous the Anonymous and frens. Truely marked a new era of weaponry.
>Ultra-high velocity boops, nunchuk onion flails, and the dreaded helicopter squad. The ree of the homing filly guided each, and every attack.
>As the Anon that finished Tirek.
>"I cast boop. It's really that simple."

>An interview with Twilight under the bed surrounded with books.
>"They opened a new field of magic! Don't you understand?! Clover's Clear Cast Conundrum is reopened! Everything we know is wrong!"

>>240560
Wrong move anon. Filly has options to get back to you.

This image was paid for by the Flutters is Best Momfu Foundation.

>>240583
"God dammit you filly fuck, piss goes in the toilet, not on my fucking pillows!"
>"That's not my piss, that's marecum."

Its not low-effort. Its and abstract filly.

>>240613
You can say that again!

>>240613
>>240618
Abstract art a shit. But if it weren't, here's how you would do an abstract filly:

>>240618
This is truly what Willaim Shakespear meant when he said, "Brevity is the soul of wit."

The colors of green and black and the proportions of them is so iconic for Anonfilly. This combined with the ball that represent her form is the epitome of her appearence.

But this is not the end of our breakdown analysis of this masterpiece.

The way the line and disk interact with eachtother makes the mind immediately think of and eye. Now think about this: What would Anonfilly be without eyes? The guy from Event Horizon and that is not cute, which makes anonfilly cute. Q.E.D.

>>240619

Yes, indead. Very well done. I see what you are going for. So let me break it down for the layman.

What you see before you is suppose to represent what Twilight sees when filly throws a tantrum.

The position the filly has taken and the linework is key here to understand what are homeboy picaso here is trying to say.

So the position. Filly either sits and leans back or is actually lying on the floor. This what children usually does when they don't get what they want or when you want them to do or go somewhere, they sit down on the floor and starts screaming. As you see, filly is actually screamingThe linework is sharp and point which indicte anger. She also insults her so it implies further that she is screaming. something here.

Now the linework notice that the painting consists of soley straight lines except for a few.

Okay, so...

Round = softness, passiveness, and caring/kindness
Straight and pointy = edginess, harshness, and aggresive

The head consists of only straight lines and sharp edges and a lot off them. It represents the darkness that is filly's personality; an edgy faggot that attacks everything she can with whatever means she has. I.e. horrible foal and pony.

But the soft round circle they in contrast represent how filly can be soft right? So why is her hips and hooves the only ones round. Well, it is a well known fact that the secret to filly's good side is through hoof-holding and by less lewd actions involding her flanks.

So to summarize: The first art piece represented the idea and concept of filly. The second one, represented fillies dark side or more acurately the darks side of filly that Twilight gets exposed to.

I hope this essay has made you appricate the finer arts. I will take my check now. Please.

>>240619

I did not know Anonfilly was a character from Worker & Parasite

>>240630
Was more going for a pic related sort of approach with the muzzle.
>>240629
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. I will now throw all of my aspirations in engineering away, clearly the fine arts are my calling.

>>240632
Oh right,
>For ants

>>240619
Pyramid Filly will stalk Twilight around town until she repents for her sins.

>>240635
Damn, filly is being defiled badly.

>>240633
That's from the good old days, before Mad Magazine was incessant woke bullshit.

>>240643
Yeah... they also really should've let Spy vs. Spy die with Prohibas imo. Though I love cartoon gore as much as the next cat, Kuper's art feels incredibly out of place in something as silly as it.

>>240583
I would grab that filly by the scruff.

Want to watch me fight a bear with my bare hooves ? Want to see me do it again ?

>>240697
Please, everyone knows Harry gets paid to take dives regularly by Fluttershy. If you really want to show off, fight an Ursa.

>>240479
>On a salt planet in a galaxy far far away...
"The show is over, the thread is dead, and when I'd killed you, I will have killed the last filly."
"Remarkable, everything you just said... Was wrong."

Filly art references if any of you are interested in taking up drawfagging.

>>240697
Poor thing has a hole in her leg, no wonder she looks unhappy.

>>240752
>>240753
based drawfag

>>240598
This is now my second-favorite Foundation

Twiiiiliight! My diaper needs changed!

>>240766
Is the first pic redacted?

>>240768
No. Fucking stop.

>>240752
Time to steal plunger's style.

>Cameras flashed everywhere as paparazzi followed Celestia and I through the streets.
>I had been made to wear one of Rarity's fabric monstrosities for the occasion, which fortunately didn't have much in the way of gems.
>It even came with matching saddlebags, though they were likely too small for much more than some books and such.
>Questions about how I felt about this or that were mostly ignored.
>Soon, our destination was reached.
>Turning in to the gate, the press stayed behind, likely due to rules or something.
>I could see a different set of eyes peering out from the windows.
>Celestia stopped outside the door and turned to me.
>"Well, here we are. Do you have everything?"
"For the fifth time, yes. I double checked before we left. YOU double checked."
>"Oh, I know. It's just it's your first day! It's so important! Everypony will be watching."
>I supressed a shudder before being pulled into a hug.
>"Have a good day at school, my little sunshine! Try to make some friends. I'll see you when you get home, okay?"
>Another squeeze, then she holds open the door with her magic.
>Time to get this show on the road.
>Squaring myself up, I made my way into the prison for children.
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>"Okay, fillies and colts! Today, we've got a new student joining us. I hope you make sure she feels welcome. Why don't you introduce yourself?"
>I'm stood at the front of the classroom, eyes locked on me.
>Judging by how many ponies were standing around, more than just those that attended the class were present.
>Clearing my throat, I gave a slight bow.
"Good morning. As I'm sure many of you are aware, my name is Emerald Dawn."
>No, it isn't.
>Easier to not cause a fuss though.
"My adoptive mother enrolled me here. I'm uncertain how well I'll be able to keep up, so I'm sure I'll rely on many of you for help."
>The teacher gave a smile, then turned toward the crowd.
>"Before we start the class, do you mind if we let them ask a few questions?"
>Yes. Yes I did mind.
"I guess I can answer a few..."
>A forest of hooves shot up, hoping to be picked to ask their question.

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Okay! Taking questions for the ponies to ask! These are fillies and colts, but some of them might have been fed questions to ask by parents beforehand. I'll probably give a bit of time to get the questions in, and do a second round for potential follow-ups. Please quote for ease of reference.

>>240793
Ahh fuck. Forgot that name someone gave. Sorry. Still not used to doing it.

Hey fillies, guess what?
you're all cute!

>>240813
n-no u

>Be me
>Crappy drawfag
>Spend a few hours on crappy drawing
>Think it looks p. good
>Post it and wait for the (You)s to flow in
>Nothing
>It's okay, I'm sure the thread is just inacti-
>Faggot comes along and makes the same 'ur cute' post he makes every thread
>Response within two minutes
So, how's your night?

>>240816
ur extra cute

>>240796
>>240816
I didn't get whatever reference you seemed to be making, so I didn't want to insult you with my ignorance
Sorry that just made things worse for you LonePone, you're a good drawfilly

>>240813
N-no u!

>>240816
I haven't been clicking any spoilered images, but here's a (you) and I'll go look at it.

>>240816
>>240822
Pretty much this
Doesn't help that the only text is also spoilered and the filename is just a few numbers

>>240823
So what you're saying is, the filename has an effect on whether you click on spoilered images? Well, in that case, I have a filly to share!

Remember, this is a canon ship.

>>240830
I'm not dumb, anon
I won't click that because you probably put a real spoiler as the punchline

>>240834
It is. But to be fair, it's hard not to expect Hasbro to ship Pinkie x Cheese Sandwich. They're basically the exact same character.

>>240830
>>240835
>Spoiler
I thought you ment the cake twins ship. That would be pushing it too far. But, another sun themed pone is stretching it. Putting a bit on her being called Sunrise Shimmer.

"Sounds like a good plan, and especially a better plan than Truth or dare. Twilight, how about you start as the czar? And Coco... feel free to come up with outrageous responses. It's kind of the point of the game."

Twilight shrugs and starts thinking of a good question as the rest of your friends form a circle. Eventually, she announces, "I was really shocked this morning, to find blank floating in my breakfast cereal."

Okay... not the easiest, nor the hardest. You try to think up something funny that might sound funny or cute, but would be at least extra funny for Twilight. Eventually, you settle on, "Cadance's used panties" and whisper it into her ear. She chuckles a little, but then quickly retorts, "Oh please, you know she doesn't wear any."

"Yeah, but imagine if she did."

"..Okay, fair point. That would be pretty surprising."

The rest of your friends add in their suggestions one by one, with Coco providing the last word. At least a few get some snorts and chuckles. Finally, she announces all of them.

"Okay, let's see... this morning I was surprised to find the following in my cereal bowl: Cadance's used panties, a condom, an anthropomorphic ghost pepper with vagina dentata - what the fuck, Blossom?" She stares over briefly at the now giggling filly before continuing on. "Celestia's hoof fungi, an ingrown toenail, and... a horseshoe covered in horseradish sauce. Clever alliteration Coco, but I'm going to have to go with Blossom's suggestion, because that's just fucking weird to think about."

The next hour or so is filled with more weirdness, with Coco getting the hang of things after a few rounds and eventually tying with Blossom, with Daring close behind. Alex is in dead last, but not seeming to mind. With not much time before you eventually have to leave, you're down to one last question, with you as the Czar.

How shall you prompt your friends?

I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.

>>240793
"Was the royal wedding changeling attack an inside job?"

Hi fillies, daily reminder that spoiling the show is big bad reeeeeeee

>>240796 glad to see more art from you lone, I enjoy when draw stuff

I've been tryna do things other than drawing recently but making a dumb game is stressful so do you guys have any draw suggestions

>>240860
Filly carrying a peetzer on her back and wearing a peetzer cap

>>240830
Did they at least bring back Weird Al to voice him?

>>240793
"Does Celestia really eat five cakes a day?"

>>240566
I'm gonna give it to you straight, it's mommy issues. There is no cure. Honestly I don't quite know, some people have said that abuse makes them feel some sort of safety? I know I feel it when I read such things, but I can't exactly explain it.
Formatting…
>>240543
>…
>You lie in bed, staring at the ceiling.
>You were given a generous helping of hay, but your stomach rejected it and you threw it up.
>Twilight took pity on you and ordered a pizza, saying that it would 'just be until you adapt to your new body.'
>There are quite a few books stacked next to your bed, surprisingly printed in English.
>These horses also speak english.
>But the odds of two languages developing the exact same way warp-points apart are…
>It's a non-zero chance, you'll give it that.
>Their bodies appear to be able to harness some sort of energy from the planet's core too, at least the unicorns.
>You've never seen anything like this before in all of your missions, and it honestly terrifies you.
>You'll have to have some of the lab boys dissect one after you force Purple to turn you back.
>See if you can't make some energy weapons that virtually never run out of shots or something.
>You yawn loudly.
>You would've left for your ship already, but you don't know the location relative to your current one.
>You're also not entirely sure if the DNA entry samples you set are still a match.
>Your eyelids droop.
>It's a very comfortable bed, too.
>You'll come up with something tomorrow.
>Putting your head down on the pillow, you soon fall into a deep sleep…
>…
>"Pancakes or waffles?"
>What a strange dream…
>You groggily open your eyes to see Lavendercunt standing before you.
>Fucking…
>Well, no need to turn down a good meal.
"Mmm… waffles."
>She laughs.
>"Not bad taste."
"Just a question, why can we understand each other? Shouldn't that be nearly impossible?"
>"You must've absorbed some of our magic when you landed here."
"That doesn't make any fucking sense, what the hell is this magic you keep going on about?"
>You're sitting in a high-chair at this point, your anger and confusion woke you up rather quickly.
"And can't I sit in a normal chair?"
>Twilight shrugs.
>"Okay."
>You're lifted up with levitation energy and set down in a normal oak wood chair.
>It immediately becomes clear why you were put in the high chair.
"I… think this is too short a chair for me."
>"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"I think this is too short a chair for me."
>"Practice! Say it like a filly, you need to be prepared for school in an hour."
>What
"What."
>"The best way to reform you is to teach you about the wonderful society we have here. I can think of nowhere better than the Equestrian Scholastic System."
"Twilight, I'm an astronaut. I have a masters in mechanical engineering. I've been through more school than most people could even stand."
>"Then zone out during the stuff you already know. Tell me, who won the hundred year wars of Griffonstone?"
"The Griffons?"
>She frowns.
>"Yes, actually. Maybe that was too easy, who founded Equestria?"
>You look her up and down.
>She said she was a princess, but she doesn't look nearly old enough to be a ruler.
>Based on the weight she threw around her title with, it's a pretty big deal.
>…But not the biggest deal.
"The queen?"
>She ruffles your hair.
>"Nice try, I'll pack some of that leftover pizza for your lunch, alright?"
>You groan.
>"Oh, you don't like pizza? I can make you a hay sandwich~"
"Fuck off, Purple."
>"Hmm… that's another thing we need to work on. I don't care what you say around here, but around other fillies you need to be courteous. Let's say… 25 if you mess up and it gets back to me, and a secret reward if you manage to go the whole day without letting any profanities slip?"
"Your basic bitch psychology won't work on me…"
>"Well, that's just a shame. It looks like I'll have to go ahead and give you 30."
>You let out an exasperated sound somewhere in-between a growl and a low moan.
"Put me back in the high chair, give me the waffles, and shut up."
>"That's a good job."
>You internally sigh in relief as you see her put the paddle away."
>You've become a bit too acquainted with it for your liking.
>The waffles are pretty good, not that you'd tell Purple that.
>The time flies by as you're taught how to brush your teeth as a horse, and how saddlebags work.
>You pay attention if for no other sake but convenience.
>Before you know it, Purple is walking you up to the school.
>The topic of magic unfortunately slips to the wayside, you'll have to ask her more about that later.
>She gives you a hug upon arrival, which you begrudgingly return because it would make you look like an asshole in front of the other kids if you didn't.
>Some grey filly sees you and whispers 'momma's girl' in your ear as you walk up to the school building.
>Well, maybe you weren't entirely right. Whatever.
>You talk with the teacher, a horse you find the name of is Cheerilee.
>Might have a first name, but she introduces herself as Ms. Cheerilee.
>She tells you which seat isn't occupied, and you sit in it.
>You look in your bags for something to pass the time and find some printer paper and two ballpoint pens; one blue and one red.
>Excellent, you will call this piece: Bleeding Sky.
>You start going about making the best possible work of art you can.
>It's hard, but after about twenty laborious minutes with hooves you are able to gaze upon your masterpiece.
>…
>It looks like ass.
>You crumple it up and settle for examining your filly bits instead.
>Yep, that's a horse cooter alright.
>You're pretty sure the only reason the grief for the loss of your comrade hasn't set in yet is because you have a chance of getting him back.
>Don't you?
>You snap back into reality with the sound of Cheerilee clearing her throat and notice that about 2/3 of the chairs have been filled.
>No kids are sitting next to you, just in front of and behind you.
>"Good morning class! I expect you all had an excellent weekend?"

If you're wondering why there are three of them, google drive formats things in a way I don't like and I didn't notice that until I had made two posts.
>>240884
>A few good childish 'wooh's and 'yeah's.
>"Fantastic. Well now, let's let that be our word of the day."
>She begins to write on the board.
>"F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C, fantastic. Something of great quality, or something that doesn't seem to fit the way we see our world. Twist, can you give me an example of something fantastic?"
>"Mith Cheerilee."
>The retort is so sappy that it makes you physically recoil, but the teacher seems to eat it up.
>"Why thank you twist, anypony else?"
>You raise a leg.
>"Oh yes, that's right. Everypony welcome the newest edition to our class family, Anonymous."
>The other fillies and colts give you a sort of hoof-clap, at least for the most part.
>The horse in front of you, an orange winged filly with a purple mane gives you a cold stare.
>You lower your hoof.
>You were just going to say something autistic about this whole scenario being fantastical in how fucking out of sync it seemed to be with every other planet you'd visited.
>Come to think of it, Cheery probably just saved your image.
>Not that that matters, of course.
>Just a few weeks and you'll have an entire fleet of ships to hostage negotiate you out of here before razing this planet.
>You just need to give this your best effort until then.
>Lessons continue on every uninteresting topic imaginable.
>You wish there was at least a science course, that's what you really want to know about this place.
>Soon enough, it's time for lunch.
>And recess or something, the two seem to be combined.
>You find yourself a nice corner out of sight of the rest of the students and pull out your foil-wrapped pizza slice.
>You'll investigate how pizza developed similarly to your home world later, it's time to chow down.
>A cold hoof rests on your neck.
"Hm? Yeah?"
>You turn around.
>A yellowish pony with a red mane stands behind you.
>Soon after, that orange filly who sits in front of you and a white coated unicorn come up.
"Hey. You all want to sit with me? Plenty of space here, heh…"
>The yellow one speaks:
>"Ah don't want to see your face around here no more."
>The white one pipes up next:
>"My sister told me about you. You came to Equestria to kill us all, didn't you?"
>You look around nervously, there's nobody else in sight from back here.
>You get up and try to bolt, but the avian is faster and pins you down.
>You open your mouth to scream, but the dish towel that your lunch was packed in is shoved in your mouth.
>The remaining filly finally speaks:
>"So it's true."
>A hoof connects with your eye, hard.
>You're rolled over and pinned on your back in the dirt.
>A powerful kick directly to your stomach knocks the wind out of you.
>You pant through your dish towel, before you feel it lifted from your mouth.
"HEL-"
>A kick to the jaw makes you bite your tongue.
>The towel is draped over your muzzle.
>You feel a warm liquid hitting the towel.
>You can't breathe.
>You struggle, but all of your limbs are held down.
>You're going to die here.
>Maybe you deserve to die, you've done a lot of horrible things.
>Just as you've resigned yourself to your fate, the cloth is lifted and you're allowed to gasp for air for a few seconds before your breathing passages are plunged into that piss rag again.
>You scream, but soon discover that the sound of the other fillies playing is much too loud for anybody to heed your cries for mercy.
>Eventually, Ms. Cheerilee calls that lunch has ended.
>The orange filly lifts the cloth before emptying the rest of her bladder all over your tail and nether regions.
>The white filly then carefully uses a cosmetics brush to put makeup over all of your sores.
>You just lie there in shock, the piss-mud you're lying in caking to your fur.
>Cheerilee finds you about a half hour later, just staring up at the sky.
>When asked what happened, you just tell her that you want to go home.
>Twilight shows up a bit later, somehow transporting you back to her house immediately.
>A warm bath is started.
>"What happened?"
"Please, give me a few minutes."
>"Ah, I see. So you want a few minutes to think of a good excuse? Because to me it just looks like you did all of this for attention."
>The bath fills up in silence.
>Twilight scrubs you down very aggressively with shampoo, and soon the makeup starts to come off.
>"Dear Celestia, so you didn't do it after all…"
>She tenderly lifts you up and takes you over to her bed, setting you down.
>"Tell me what happened."
>You stare at her silently.
>She just sighs and wraps herself around her.
>It feels kind of nice being this close to her, sort of remind you of when you used to snuggle with your mom.
>You can hear her heart gently beating, the sounds of air flowing in and out of her windpipe.
>You're soon reminded of another thing that you can hear very clearly when you're right next to someone.
>Crying.
>The choked sort of sharp breathing of the lungs, the whimpering vibrations of the vocal cords…
>Why does she care about you like this? You would've ended her entire species without a second thought.
>Why doesn't she stop god dammit? She's going to make you…
>You let out a choked sob of your own.
>This is the worst…
>You nestle yourself into the soft hair on her chest.
>Who knew horses could feel this nice?
>The two of you say nothing, just lying there crying like two little fucking pussies until your head starts to hurt.
"T-twilight, can I get some water? I'm starting to get a headache."
>"Sure thing."
>She's gone for only a few seconds, one of the multitudes of perks that fast-travel probably grants her.
>You admittedly need a bit of help drinking the water, but eventually you've gotten enough in your system that your throbbing headache tones down to a dull roar.
>"Are you ready to tell me what happened."
"Y-yes."

>>240886
F Crusaders if Twiggles finds out

>>240888
Based pic, based trips

>Filly opens a peetzer shop with a few other fellow fillies
>Twilight does not want anything to do with it for some reason
>And being a princess, her wishes also steer all the costumers away
>Not only that, but the ones that do ponder are quick to be flash banged by her teleportation, before receiving one of Twilight's "small" speech
>After lots of moons without a client and surviving on government funds thanks to purple the door bell rings
>No pony else but peetzer horse comes in
>Unsurprisingly, with Twilight in tow
>Nopony was inside, everyone following Twilight's wishes
>But not Cadance, who not only wished to try it, but also brought a wave of pony watchers outside
>After sitting herself down she had to call Twilight, who didnt seem to want to risk it
>It didnt take long for their pizza to come out, a green filly taking it to the pair
>With a giggle, she thanked the filly and got herself a slice
>After eating a single bite she asks to see the chef
>The filly waiter couldnt hide her surprised face as she stumbled and backtrotted to the kitchen
>No one came out for a while, murmurs coming from behind the door
>But finally anither green filly came out with her head held high
>Giggling once more, she told Anon she wanted to see the real chef
>Lowering her head the filly turned around and headed back, her tail between her legs
>A bit later, another filly in a different green shade comes out, head high just like the filly before
>Raising an eyebrow, Cadance looked at Twilight, sitting opposite to her
>All Twilight did was hide her face in shame
>Calmly turning around, she decided to ask the filly about the chef
>The filly scrunched her nose and puffed her chest fluff in answer
>With a sigh, Cadance got up from her seat, eliting a round of gasps from outside
>Afterall, she only ate one bite...
>But she didnt turn to leave, she headed to the kitchen
>To her surprise, 4 fillies were chatting amoungst themselves, who stopped immediately to stare back at her
>"Huh" - was all she was able to say, not finding any grown mare inside
>Returning to the table, she dismissed the filly and went back to eating
>2, 4, 7 slices were gone, before she eyed the one in Twilight's plate
>Twilight, wide eyed and not knowing how to react, pushed it over for her

>Nothing was the same since that day, the store bursting in activity afterwards
>All because that when the princess left, she claimed to want to come back whenever she was visiting
>Though Twilight still didnt want to give it a chance
>So perhaps an invite to the royal sisters could change her mind this time around....
>After the schedule clears up that is, damn heartbutt

>>240888
Cadance: "They grow up so fast"
Right before filly trips on her own legs

Cute horse thou, would give a good tip for those trips
But what peetzer is it?

>>240895
That sure explains the Cadance reaction in the pic
Absolutely evil

>>239735 →
Fillies not having full bodies ruined my immersion, fixed.

>>240886
Keep going

>>240878
Damn you Weird Al! I thought you were the last pure Jew in this world! Damn yoouuuuuuu!

>>240937
Coulda sworn he was born of two Jews and became Christian over his life. But then again, >>>>>Conservapedia

>>240942
Yeah, to be fair though I don't go for the whole once a Jew always a Jew thing, if somebody realizes how shit jewery is and wants out I say they should be considered Christian.

>>240945
Being a Christian Jew isn't the same as reading Martin Luther and adamantly opposing international Jewry though.

>>240949
That may be true, but I also just really want to like Weird Al...

Is that Filipino diaperfag still hanging around? I might have a few requests

>>240950
Well I wanted to like Ben Shapiro. Then he said he didn't give a fuck about the browning of America, but demanded Israel remain Jewish.

>>240922
Thank you, I'm going to update this one as often as I can. Honestly Chilly is a mess since it has some poor foundation work... I'll finish it like I've promised, but doing something different for a little while sounds really nice.
>>240890
Well, you'll just have to stay tuned I guess...

LonePone is a good horsey and I want to give her lots of love and attention

>>240954
I want to lightly abuse and psychologically manipulate LonePone so she never leaves me side even if I'm not giving her enough love and attention

>>240937
>>240950
At this point any celebrity who doesn't throw Twitter fits or insert black trannies into his music videos might as well be /ourguy/. Don't mess with my view of Weird Al.

>>240955
What if that's her fetish, anon?

>>240957
All the better. Maybe even a little role reversal or mutual kinkery. I'm up for sub x sub shit, and if I were in a relationship as lewd as that, I'd be more than happy to sculpt myself into the ultimate trap for cutesy purposes.Then again....she'd probably think humans couldn't be cute anymore, after becoming the filly and all. Curse you, 3DPD human anatomy...

>>240959
Well, do it faget!

>>240955
O-okay, that sounds ni-
>>240958
>spoiler
Woah woah who said I was into traps? I want names!

>>240962
Well, most of us are faggots, and considering how identity confusion coincides with most write- and draw-fillies, it's a safe assumption to make that they either tried to be or want to be with a trap.

https://pastebin.com/GNP9EePY
>>240963
For characterization purposes I'm not a faggot*, nor confused about my identity. I'm a-okay taking a what if question to it's logical extremes.
>it's a safe assumption to make that they either tried to be or want to be with a trap.
I have not attempted to, nor wish to, but if it's necessary for the Greater Good(tm) I'm sure I could pull it off.
In a relationship that would be up to compatibility first, and formost. Interests align, physicaly, and mentally pleasing, ect. ect.
Propagating the white race in a healthy family environment. Even if it's technically unconventional. I highly doubt that I'll meet someone that such, an option would be viable.
I'll keep sticking to magic, shitposting, and continue developing virgin wizard powers.

>>240967
I'm mostly teasing. And projecting a little. Obviously. But yeah, frankly that's where I am really. Like, I'm holding out hope and crossing my fingers for a 3D waifu who wants to secure the existence of our people, but in California, good luck with that shit. I lost my virginity, but still no viable partners yet.

Till then, I just want a place to nut, and/or someone who's up for some kinky shit.

>>240963
I'm a different blend of faggotry, man.

>>240969
Oh, you don't like the traps as much as the bara husbandos, huh? Cutie.

>>240846
"Come on dude, ______ is one thing, but you can't just ______ and expect it to be alright!"
let's introduce the element of playing two cards at once.

>>240892
I wonder why purple was shooing away other guests... Could it be because the fillies were using toppings forbidden to horseland?

>>240976
Y-you don't mean gummy bears do you?

>>240970
I just wanna cuddle Twilight, man...

Bunch of shit my autism would scream at me if it went unposted.

>>240767
So far This!
Purple is done with that unruly cunt filly.

>>241039
>filename
what did he mean by this?

>>241043
Purple is good momma.

>>241044
The filly watching those two while crying.

>>241039
>>241050
cuckoldry a shit and cuckfags should off themselves

>>241052
I couldn't agree more, but I'm just making sure that all the filly content I can find makes it here

Hey fillies! Did I do it right?

Came across a suicide filly I haven't seen before.

>>240976
damm, someone beat me too it. I should post sooner
>>240846
"My World of Warcraft guild's raid on *blank* got canceled because half of the members *blank*." Think about your situation, and the current state of things on Earth.(have filly look at one of her hooves, so that her friends know what she means by this next bit, if you're so inclined) "No points for giving the obvious answer."

>>241045
250k+ words of greentext disagree with you.

>>240953
Where is the rest you fraud hack
I demand more

Or else

>>241097
Dum horse
Just make doodles that people can hang on their fridge
No need for filly soup

>>241090
>>240975
whoops, (you)'d the wrong post

Wow. Seems like Sperg Town has come a long way.

>>241117
Did you join the autism pile today? It was extra comfy.

Don't ask why.
>the killer has mommy issues too
>Your momfu is killed when you are playing in the backyard
>You come in to find her body
>It turns out that there were multiple ponies involved, but Copper Top never figured that out
>Systematically murder everypony involved and you're finally holding the killer at knifepoint, about to relish her death
>Ponyville police department break down the doors and arrest you
>Sentenced to life in prison
>Killer goes free

>>241122
>The meth is strong tonight.
Why?

>>241130
>>241131
The answer, like many things, lies on the arctic side of the public facilities.

i got $10 to color this, woowoo

>>241134
>that tiny smile
Filly, don't act like you don't know that pose is lewd! Stop that!

>>241093
As my friend, a doctor struggling to make a living once told me, patients is a virtue.
>>240886
>"Whenever you're ready, it isn't a race."
>You nod and take a few minutes to compose yourself.
>Twilight also takes out a brush and begins to straighten your hair, which you'll admit feels kind of nice.
"There were three of them. An orange one with wings, a yellow one with red hair, and a white unicorn. They held me down and..."
>You shakily draw in a breath.
"They started beating me."
>You dig at the bed.
"They held me down, and one of them started... urinating on me. They put a cloth over my mouth and started peeing on that, I felt sure I was going to drown. The lifted it up every once in a while to make sure I didn't die."
>The brush comes out of your hair, and you hear a snapping sound.
>A slightly different feeling brush enters your mane.
"When everyone was called in-"
>"Everypony."
>You don't want to ruin this tender moment, so you give in.
"W-when everypony was called in, the orange one peed all over my legs and the white one put makeup all over me to hide the forming bruises."
>"I saw the one on your eye... where else did they hit you?"
"The jaw and the stomach. I bit my tongue when they did it."
>You open up your mouth.
>"Celestia, that's quite the..."
>She trails off.
>"Now Anon, are you absolutely sure about the descriptions you gave for these foals? Completely and positively?"
>You lower your head.
"Do you take me for a liar?"
>"I... no. It's just, well... I never suspected the fillies you gave the description of would do such terrible things."
>...
>Twilight gave you the options of setting this right right now, or just hugging it out for a while longer.
>Well...
>The second option only really existed because you asked for it, but she didn't turn you down.
>The minutes ticked by on the clock on the wall.
>You had begun to stare at it, a bit intrigued.
"Twilight, are you... on that clock?"
>You can feel her get a bit warmer, looking up reveals that her face is flushed.
>"W-well, yes. But I'm only part of it, my friends and I each represent two hours of the day. I'm six and seven AM because the maker had a good sense of humor."
"Bit of an interesting thing to commission, but it looks nice."
>"I didn't commission it, it was a gift. After my friends and I defeated Tirek, I actually got a lot of gifts. The library I lived in was destroyed in the fight, and once everypony had their magic returned the boxes just started piling up."
"I guess you must be pretty beloved around here."
>She chuckles at that.
>"Not at first, oh no. The entire nation was pretty outraged when I became an alicorn, which is fair considering how relatively short a period of time it had been since Cadance had ascended..."
"-and you saving all of their asses helped them see through that?"
>"I guess you could say that- don't say ass around the foals by the way- yeah."
"Noted."
>It's quiet for a few minutes as you just take in the ambiance of Twilight's body.
>"Anyways, I didn't want to keep the clock. I had so many pieces of memorabilia here already, and I was only one-sixth of it after all, but my friends loosely convinced me with a short speech about how I understand how important time is more than anypony..."
>"...Which doesn't make a lot of sense considering how tardy all of them can be at times, they probably need it more than I do. Still, I thought it was a nice analogy."
>She chuckles warmly.
>"I'm a sucker for analogies. Well, speaking of time your classmates will be getting out in just a few minutes. Do you want me to come with you to confront them?"
"I-I... no. I don't think I do."
>The tousles your hair.
>"Alright, there should be something for you to eat in the fridge. If you can't reach it, go get Spike."
>She scribbles out a set of directions on where to find Spike.
>"I'll be back in an hour and five minutes."
>And with that, she poofs out of existence.
>You feel a lot better now, but there's still one nagging question on your mind:
>Who the hell is this Spike?
>Be Twilight Sparkle.
>You knock on the door of Rarity's Boutique and wait patiently.
>Of course you could've just teleported inside, but you do like ponies to maintain the illusion of their privacy.
>After a few minutes, a filly that resembles Rarity opens the door.
>She looks up at you and then gives you an awkward smile before closing it in your face.
>You hear the lock click.
>Well, time to do this the hard way.
>You reposition yourself a few thousand thou forward, entering Rarity's Boutique with no trouble at all.
>You pick up Sweetie Belle and cast a bubble of silence around her.
>"Rarity!"
>Silence.
>You place the filly on your back.
>No need to even restrain her, not that you would've.
>She already knows that whatever is about to happen is unavoidable.
>You find Rarity crocheting on her bed, earmuffs on.
>Well, that explains it at least.
>You pop the bubble of silence and lift up your friend's earmuffs.
"Stay here, I need to gather the others."
>Applebloom goes with you willingly, while Scootaloo kicks and screams.
>Eventually, you have all three fillies and their 'big sisters' present.
>"Now Twi, what in tarnation is all of this about? We're right in the middle of a big harvest right now, you know neither Applebloom nor I can afford to be wasting our time with this nonsense."
>Rainbow just stands there silently, for the first time in ages.
>Rarity has gone back to crocheting.
"Earlier today, Derpy slammed into my door while I was washing dishes and told me to come to the school immediately."
>The three fillies give each other nervous looks.

>>241136
"When I get there, I find the threat we neutralized yesterday lying in a puddle of what I would soon find out was Scootaloo's urine."
>The three mares are starting to pay attention now.
"Because she was filthy, I immediately ran her a warm bath and began to scrub her down. She had said nothing at this point, and I assumed nothing needed to be said. Just a filly faking shock to get out of school."
>You slam your hoof into the ground, shattering a tile of the floor with earth magic.
>"I begin to notice something very peculiar is happening. The color is coming out of parts of her coat, makeup used to conceal forming bruises."
>You stare Rarity dead in the eyes.
>"A tone of makeup that only you could have known, little Sweetie Belle wasn't there yesterday."
>You pull Dash's face close you yours.
>"And tell me, where did a grade school filly learn about waterboarding?"
>You simply look Applejack up and down, waiting for her element to come into play.
>She sighs, exasperated.
>"Alright, alright. So I taught AB how to knock the breath out of a pony for self defense; what does this ave' to do with us?"
"Anon also happened to give me a full description of all three of them."
>Wincing all around the table.
>You sigh and set down your raised hoof.
"Girls... I'd just like to know why. What in Tartarus were you thinking subjecting a poor little fill-"
>Applejack is the first to speak up.
>"Poor little filly? That... thing wanted to blow us all to smithereens!"
>Nods of agreement all around.
>Dash speaks up.
>"I've got a Wonderbolts show in under two weeks, I can't afford to be dead at a time like this!"
>"Darling... aren't you overreacting a bit? They are right, our lives could've ended if you hadn't stepped in. Thank you for that, by the way."
>You shrug off her gratitude.
"When Starlight started going on adventures with us, did any of you try to torment her?"
>Your friends shake their heads.
"When Discord showed up the size of a mouse in your spindles, or your apple baskets, or your... tampon boxes, did you try to crush him?"
>Shaking heads once again.
"Then tell me, what is so radically different about this alien creature that you would go out of your way to torment it after its dangerous qualities have been completely nullified?"
>Applejack simply puts her face in her hoof.
"Oh, and what's so-"
>"Twilight, it was, an' still is, a legitimate threat to our lives. The only thing we can really hope to do is kill it, but I know you'll he havin' none of that."
>"So, well, we took things into our own hooves."
>"Darling, it seemed completely without remorse. I'm not even sure The CMC got through to it at all."
"For Celestia's sake, she started crying when I did something as simple as give her a hug after that. If I hadn't been there, she might've-"
>Rainbow Dash cuts you off.
>"Yadda yadda, it might've hung itself. Can we please wrap this up? I have practice in under an hour, and you're killing daylight."
>You smile coldly.
"Yes, I'm almost done here Rainbow."
>With a small amount of effort, you pin her to the floor with a powerful sealing ward.
"In fact, I should be done just in time for you to fly there."
>Rainbow flaps her wings, panicking.
>You catch one mid-stroke, sticking it to your hoof like glue with the kind of earth magic only an alicorn could have.
>You open your mouth wide.
"My, my. What a mess, Rainbow. You haven't preened these wings in ages, how do you even manage to fly in them?"
>Applejack pipes up.
>"T-twilight, stop. This is taking it too far."
>Your years of apprenticeship under Celestia come back to you.
>Warm memories of lying on her back, playing with her wings.
>She would caution you:
>"Careful, Twilight. Those are flight feathers, I need those to get around."
>Now, you begin to rip them out of Rainbow's wings with reckless abandon.
>You make sure not to cause any permanent Damage, but it will be your guarantee that Rainbow won't be getting to practice tonight, or probably even up to her house for a few weeks.
>You pluck the final feather from her second wing and pass it gently to Scootaloo.
>You turn your attention toward the other two fillies.
"All three of you are good foals, I know that. Your sisters were good foals too, I'm sure, and now they're good mares."
"Sometimes, however, a pony loses sight of what exactly it means to be good. She gives in to authority-"
>Applebloom's head falls.
"-or a need for admiration-"
>Scootaloo looks away from you, face flushed and tears rolling down her cheeks.
"-or perhaps even a favor."
>You poke at Sweetie's newly pierced ears, causing her to wince.
"Keep that in mind in the future. Equestria depends on you, and powerful ponies without righteousness aren't known as heroes."
>You disappear in a flash, returning to your room in the castle.
>One hour, four minutes and fifty nine seconds.
>A whole second early.
>Perfect.

>>241134
>>241135
Oh, she definitely knows that pose is lewd
Just look at the blush on her face!

>>241134
>>241138
That tears it! I'm getting the spray bottle!

>>241161
Ah, the red filly is perfectly camouflaged amongst the cushions, I see.

>>241161
>>241162
Why does the blue filly still stand out from the blue cushions though?

>>241163
Because she's not blue, she's TEAL

Finally starting to see the end of the tunnel with my pathfinding.
Automatic crouching for NPCs (blue filly), using pre-calculated "ceiling height" to determine if there is enough space to walk normally or not.
... which made me realize that crouching for quadrupeds don't actually change much.
Like 0.3m difference for a full-sized mare.
Which mean fillies will probably be able to walk in "expected crouching area" normally once I add the tweaks to have size difference between characters, and that some big mares won't be able to at all. Gonna be a nightmare to make the AI not to cheesable ...

>>241168
Have you considered the Sweetie Belle scoot?

>>241168
Looks awesome.
Being able to walk upright in "crouching areas" could be an positive side effect when you are trying to run away from Purple.

>>241172
You are the second person to immediately suggest that.
But I don't think there is an SFM animation of it anyway (well, I found some super shitty ones but ...)

>>241176
Ahh, so you'd have to make it from scratch. Understandable. Best of luck.

>>241168
>big mare
4U

>>241161
Stop reminding me what I can't play you cunt, reee...

>>241168
Awesome.

Probably one of the stranger things I've written.
>You shirk away from Twilight
"No! I'm not doing it!"
>"Anon, we can do this the easy way or the hard way; but that package is getting to Canterlot by tomorrow."
>Obviously, you bolt.
>Even more obviously, you don't get far.
>Twilight grabs you roughly.
>You hear the snapping of a sterile glove.
>Your eyes tear up as the small uncomfortable little bag is pushed all the way through your vagina, shattering your hymen in the process.
>You fall to the ground and whimper.
>"Come on Anon, you just need to do this one thing for me and then you can be a filly for the rest of your life here."
>Your resolve strengthens and you stand up on wobbly legs.
>Twilight hands you a train ticket.
>"You must travel alone."
>Picking it up with your teeth, you begin the dusk lit journey across Ponyville.
>Nopony is outside.
>You tap on the station box, passing the stallion working there your ticket.
>He nods and points to the stopped train, not even giving you a second thought.
>You board, finding out from the conductor that the ticket you've been booked for is a rather plush sleeper car.
>You open up your saddlebags to find a small plush snake.
>Climbing into the bed, you start to feel the pain from earlier coming back to you.
>You hug the snake tighter, thinking of anything but the job ahead of you.
>Ice cream, playing with fillies in the park, its all almost yours.
>You just need to do this one thing.
>You drift off peacefully.
>...
>A pounding on your door wakes you.
>"Random inspection! Open up."
>You panic, opening the door as fast as you can.
>The imposing stallion looks you up and down, then just walks off.
>Seems your disguise is pretty bulletproof.
>You soon arrive in Canterlot, exiting the train with a bit too high of a jump down to the platform than your new body appreciates.
>The directions Twilight gave you are pulled out, and you begin to follow them uneasily.
>They take you away from the clean, pristine side of Canterlot, all the way to the literal underbelly; a series of difficult to navigate ramshackle houses clinging to the massive support beams that keep the city rooted firmly into the mountain.
>Tail tucked between your legs, you knock on the door of the instructed building.
>A zebra with an eyepatch opens up, looking you up and down before grabbing you roughly.
>Something long and cold is inserted into your vagina, making you tear up once again as your still-healing organ is irritated.
>The bag comes out, covered in blood.
>The filthy table you lie on is wet with tears
>The zebra pulls out a knife.
>"Sorry kid, dead fillies tell no tales."
>With a burst of energy you never thought you were capable of, you leap from the table.
>You struggle to get the doorknob open, feeling the knife cut deep into your hind leg.
>You can feel the blood running down in droves, you've surely had an artery punctured.
>Somehow, miraculously, you manage to make it back up to the surface of Canterlot; falling down with a splat in front of a well-dressed couple
>You hear panicked screaming just before you pass out.
>...
>Beep.
>Beep.
>Beep.
>You look up to see Twilight, beaming in pride.
>"I've been wanting to get those fuckers jailed ever since I got stuck with that contract making coke for them. Good job, Nonny."
>You're a bit woozy, which she seems to notice as she picks up a glass of water and slowly spoon-feeds it to you.
>"Alright girls, you can come in."
>The CMC push against themselves at the door, tumbling to the floor in a heap.
>However, they all quickly get their bearings and begin to fawn over how cute you are. Petting your mane, rubbing your ears, pretty much every nice-feeling thing that doesn't involve your nether regions or your back legs.
>You smile.
>Was that the worst experience of your life?
>Yeah, probably.
>Was it worth it?
>Undeniably.
~Fin

>>241136
>>241137
Keep goin

>>241197
I'll have some time to work on it tomorrow, unfortunately I don't think I'll be able to put out an update tonight.
>>240479
I now have edit access for the document, so if anybody wants to see a green there just say something. I have an email, though in most cases it would be more convenient just to reply to something I've posted in the thread.

>>241221
Is that your own artwork, Lone?

>>241256
Heh, I wish. Edit of something existing, just liked the concept and did some paint bucketing.

>>241256
No, he ruined a piece of art via his obsession with a single OC.
https://boards.4channel.org/mlp/thread/34135510#p34159576

>>241272
Hey man, same concept different coat of paint.
shrugfilly.png

>>241192
>"Can't believe you actually did that, you should just have told her to fuck off"
>"Man you're such a weak willed faggot, you wouldn't survive a minute with Aryanne"
>"You should act like a man, just like me, show that purple bitch who s the boss!"

A few hours before
>"What you mean "do you want to cuddle?" What do you take me for?"
>The orange filly stayed still where she was, face morphing into a soul crushing sad frown
>Aryanne cringed behind her office table, as the filly who came to visit her daily started to cry
>"Germaneigh wasn't build with hugs and affection, stop that you, you..."
>After enough tears had built up, the filly used them to their full power in her weeping
>"Fine! Meet me after work is done, but I'm still not making any treaties with Equestria by adopting your little ass off that purple bastard, you hear me?"

>>241303
You know it's gonna be a good day when we get Brazilanon green

>>241306
That's more of a prompt than a green, and then again I just liked the other Anon's green and wanted to expand with a bit of orangefilly, it isn't even that great. The other Anon is the one worthy of (You)'s

>"Anooooon, are you going out?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
>"Take your sister with you."
>sister?
>oh, fuck that shit
"She's not my fucking sister, you know."
>"Yeah, well, take her out anyway will you? I'm about to try some dangerous experiments, and she might get hurt if she sticks around."
"I'm sorry, where's the problem here?"
>a solid aura slaps you on the back of the head
>"How can you be like that?! She's disabled!"
"Fine, fuck, I'll get her."
>reluctantly, you trudge up the stairs to Tripfag's room
>Tripfag is engaged in slamming her helmet against the wall repetitively when you intrude
>and...
>it smells like she's been shitting on the floor all day
>again
<"Hi Non."
"Hey, Tripfag. Twilight wants me to take you out. I'll put your leash on you and then we can go."

Every day, thousands of red fillies sit cold and alone out on the side of the information superhighway. Adopt today, change a life.

>>241357
Moar?

>>241361
Probably not. I've got an idea for a story where filly ropes orange and red fillies into helping her tard-wrangle Tripfag and whacky shenanigans ensue, but due to irl shit I'm probably not gonna have time to write it for another month. Just thought I'd share the prompt.

>>241364
Please Anon, I need this in my life. Promise me you won't forget about it, please.

>>241365
All right you fuckin faget I'll see what I can do.

>>241367
Gracias.

>>241188
JUST

>>241359
Red fillies welcome.

>>241137
Is there a paste-bin or something for this somewhere.

>>241388
Seconding this question.

Bit shorter than normal, should be able to put out a full-length update tomorrow.
>>241137
>Be Anon.
>You found the refrigerator a while back, but getting it open has proven to be a challenge.
>The freezer was easy enough to just grab with your teeth, which was good because you really do need an ice pack for your eye.
>However, you refuse to accept that you need help doing something so incredibly simple as opening a door.
>You look around until you find some sort or ornate stick.
>Sort of reminds you of the Lance of Longinus, huh.
>It's just sitting in a room with a messy, unmade bed.
>The bed stirs, and suddenly there's a slightly irritated pink unicorn staring at you.
"Hi."
>"Who dares violate the Staff of Sameness?"
"I don't…"
>She bursts out laughing all of a sudden.
>"I'm just screwing with you, I gave all that up a while back. So, you're that villain Princess Twilight told me about."
>She sticks out a hoof.
>"Starlight Glimmer, fellow reformed villain."
>You nervously shake it.
>Huh, how'd that happen?
>It was like you actually grappled it.
"Hang on, can we try that shake again?"
>She looks a bit confused, but obliges.
>Of course, now that you're thinking about it, your hoof doesn't have the same pull as before.
>You sigh dejectedly.
>You thought you were harnessing the magic here for a few seconds.
>"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing… you said you were a ‘reformed villain', right? What's that?"
>"Well, every once in a while something or somepony threatens the security of Equestria. I didn't realize it, but I was one such entity."
"What was it you did?"
>"I wanted to bring about true equality, an Equestria without any sort of discrimination. Twilight and I eventually just talked it out, and I saw the error of my ways."
"She… got you to change your entire world view in just a couple of hours?"
>"Oh, no. I still hold the same values, I've just learned how to use my ideas in a way more beneficial to our society. Volunteering at orphanages, all that. Community service is a heck of a lot less destructive than taking away the identities of an entire nation."
>You nod.
>"So… how about you? What's your story with Twilight, I haven't heard the details."
"I was going to set off a series to preliminary thermonuclear detonations to eradicate all life on your planet so it could more easily be mined out. The long-range telescopic spectrometry of your sun revealed that there was a high likelihood of precious ores inside of it, and by an extension most of the planets that formed around it would also have a good chance of being rich in those ores. That's really all I was told, I don't have the security clearance to know what the ores were or what they were going to use them for."
>"Oh, huh. Well, welcome to the family."
"You're… not going to scream at me or hit me or something?"
>"No, why would I do that? I have enough guilt on my hooves for all of the trouble I've caused in the past, and you seem like a nice enough pony."
"Well, obviously I wasn't always a horse."
>Her horn lights up and you feel something warm scratching behind your ears.
>You can't help but smile.
>"I never would've guessed, you seem pretty good at it."
"Thanks, er… would you mind helping me get something out of the fridge?"
>"It would be my pleasure."
>The two of you walk out into the kitchen, Starlight making short work of the task you had been agonizing over for a good while.
>"Ooh, looks like we have options. Burrito, or reheated cheese pizza?"
>You think it over for a minute.
>There's a good likelihood that the burrito will have hay in it.
"I think I'll go with the cheese pizza. Er... how do you reheat that exactly?"
>"Oh, just turn on the oven for a couple of minutes and- fuck that shit, I use thermal magic. Wanna watch?"
"Yeah."
>You sit down at the wood table, a plate of cold pizza set before you.
>Starlight's horn begins to glow a brilliant red, a similarly colored aura surrounding the plate.
>You watch in awe as the cheese begins to melt slightly, then steam, then-
"Holy fucking shit Starlight, the table is on fire!"
>Immediately breaking the squinted-eyed concentration of Starlight, the two of you promptly begin to panic.
"Don't you know any spells for putting out fires?!"
>"What do I look like to you, a fucking filly scout?"
"I don't even know what that is! Get a dish towel!"
>Starlight fumbles through drawers, turning up nothing.
>"Shit, I think wash day was yesterday!"
"Fuuuuuuck!"
>"Aaaaaaaargh!"
>Suddenly, the entire table, your charcoal lump of a pizza slice, and a good chunk of you and Starlight becomes coated in a thick foam.
>A rather pissed looking lanky dragon stands in the doorway.
>There's something dripping from the handle of the fire extinguisher that you're pretty sure isn't fire retardant foam, but you don't comment on it.
>The fucking edgelord just storms off without a word, leaving the two of you to clean up the mess.
>Twenty minutes later, and you're both munching on cold slices of pizza.
>Twilight appears right in front of you.
>"Whew, gotta be careful with that one. I see you... two have met."
"Yeah, I think I woke her up from a nap though."
>She waves you off.
>"Don't worry about it, she does that every afternoon.
>You can hear a quiet "For a reason." grumbled under the table.
>Twilight poofs a plain pocketwatch into existence.
>"I just expected you to get a cheese stick. Isn't it a bit early for dinner?"
>"You're not my mom, Twilight."
>"No, just hers. Anon?"
"I dunno, she suggested dinner and it sounded good. Is that a crime?"
>You inconspicuously readjust your plate to hide the small scorch mark on the no doubt priceless piece of furniture.
>Purple shoots a glare at Pink.
>"I wanted to eat dinner with my daughter, but I guess that's out the window now."
>You sit there, feeling slightly uncomfortable as you gnaw your way through a pizza crust.
>Starlight winces.
>"Hey, I'm sure she's still hungry. You could go for another slice, right kid?"
"Y-yeah, I'm famished."

>>241391
>Twilight seems to calm down a bit after that bit of information comes out, flopping down at the table and making herself a salad from her chair with random shit from the fridge.
>She just sort of stares at Starlight for a while, and eventually she gets the message that when Twilight said she wanted dinner with her da- you, she meant alone.
>She poofs out of existence, probably at least a bit happy to be getting an excuse to sleep.
"So... what did you say to those kids?"
>"Foals."
>You wait for her to continue, but you can hear the want in her silence.
"So... what did you say to those foals?"
>"It turns out they weren't the problem, it was their sisters that were to blame. Well, in one case surrogate sister... but that's extraneous. I sent a good message to them."
"I didn't see you as the type who would walk around with a hammer collecting loan payments."
>She rewards you with a good-natured chuckle.
>"The more you know. Actually, I just pulled the flight feathers out of the pegasus that was present. She had it coming to her, don't worry."
"Whew... so, you don't think I'll have any more trouble with those ki- foals?"
>"Well, I wouldn't doubt it if someone still had it in for you. Word gets around quickly in a small town like this, unfortunately. I'd stay within Cheerilee's sight at all times if I were you."
"Noted..."
>You eat in silence for a while, finishing up on your third slice of pizza.
>Just as you're about to leave the table, Twilight calls you.
>"You don't have to go to the party tonight, I'm sure Pinkie can reschedule it."
"I'd be fine with a few people."
>"Ponies.
"Ponies."

>>241388
>>241389
Come on fillers, it just started. It's not like I type everything in unlisted pastebin docs or something because drive and notepad fuck up my formatting...
https://pastebin.com/BpmQ3gxq
I'll keep this one updated.

>>241380
That is amazing greentext fuel, there.

Oh no! What a predicament!
You are now the filly, and abusefag wet dream Twilight stands before you, ready to do whatever cruel shit she wants to you.
Your only means of protection are:
>The item to your very left in front of you
>The last pony you jerked off to.
How fucked are you?!!1

>>241406
>the item to your left
Why do people do this, it's always normal shit on your desk, it's the worst fucking thing to be asking for varied responses.

Sunhorse, and my fucking wall, I guess. Shit I don't know, guess I should assume a pose suitable for a garden statue.

>>241407
>Sunhorse
Considering that's also my answer, I'd say you've got good taste.

>>241406
>The item to your very left in front of you
That would be one of those WindMachine fans I've got in an open window. I dunno, I guess I can use that as a bludgeon.

>>241406
A 3-quart pan of boiling hot stew, and Scootaloo. I suppose I could throw the stew on her, keep the pan, and have Scoots get me outta there. Pan is for if weapon is needed. If not, then impromptu drum.

>>241406
>a Twilight plush
>Twilight
She attac but also she protec.

>>241406
>pic related
Lyra will save me?

She's concerned about the state of her ears, mane, and tail.

>>241418
You sure she's not more concerned about the forced trepanning going on?

>>241418
I hope this isn't the beginning of filly dabbling in voodoo, cuz it looks like voodoo

>>241418
She's finished and may have been accepted by the others.

>>241418
>>241425
Time to mass produce those homemade fillies.

>>241406
RD and a toilet brush, i'll fuckin have her

>>240846

"Alright, I think I got one," you say after a few minutes of hard thought. "Come on dude, blank is one thing, but you can just blank and expect it to be alright! This one requires you to give two answers, one for each blank."

Blossom giggles. "Oh yeah, I forgot you could do that. I should've done one."

The rest of your friends become quiet as they try to think up a good way to end the day with a bang. Well, hopefully not literally, seeing as you're going to be boarding a plane soon. There's a few giggles, but eventually Twilight is the first to offer her suggestion.

"Her booze is one thing, but you can't just steal your mom's dildo and expect it to be alright."

Her joke makes you crack almost instantly, as you remember looking through Velvet's pack at one point and finding both a dildo and a flask of brandy... which you subsequently took a swig from.

Alex's is a little less interesting... "A strip club is one thing, but you can't just take your girlfriend on a first date to Arby's and expect it to be alright."

Daring offers, "With a condom's one thing, but you can't just fuck a lion bareback and expect it to be alright." Somehow you knew it was going to be sexual. Blossom is equally immature, adding, "Kissing's one thing, but you can't just dare a girl to fuck you in front of your friends and expect it to be alright." Dammit Blossom, you didn't want to think about truth or dare.

Lyra almost sounded like hers wans't going to be sexual. Almost. "A clarinet is one thing, but you can't fit an entire tuba up your plot and expect it to be alright." Ouch.

Finally, you have Coco. So far she hasn't shown herself to have a dirty mind. Really, all that shit you read on the Internet about Coco being an anal slut before coming to Equestria? Probably not true with this one. Probably. She's a classy old gal to say the last. Or so you thought. "C'mon doc, living patients are one thing, but you can't just give a prostate exam to a female cadaver and expect it to be alright!"

All of your friends are horrible perverts. All of them.

A man in an airport uniform informs you that your ride to your private jet is now available. You'll have to come up with a winner for this round soon.

>>241451
It's possible to do both, shocking as it may seem.

>>241451
This thread isn't about that though, it's been about the filly ever since its inception on /mlp/. If you want to discuss that sort of thing, make a thread and then link to it here. I'd post in it.

>>241476
"Ha, you wish. I didn't even moan. Forget the water give me some pepperoni, faget"
>Then filly jumps up and dabs.

>>241476
"I'd like to drink some of your milk"

>>241505
So what? Is Twi a trap or a futa? Ehat is milk refering to in this case?

>>241506
Twi's neither in that image, she's a dickgirl. Futas have both bits, and traps are just dudes who look girly.
The only pony traps are cringeworthy OCs.

>>241509
f-fuck you I like whoop

>>241522
traps are gay, anon
if you're into femboy stallions you're a total homosexual