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?
>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.
Some especially based faggot also recently compiled nearly every filly image ever created, which you can check out here: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1Bff9CRn8VVwgpxT6sU6cottQsQ3svXGI
Assess how well you fit into the filly hivemind: https://projects.fivethirtyeight.com/personality-quiz/?group=-LdS-38NvfIG9PHPrYB8
>I don't like this thread because of reasons.
You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly.
Old-mare Thread: >>250701 →
>>253650>"Alright, I guess I'll take it back then-">"Don't fuckin' touch him."
>>253650>Grown-ass man>Let Twiggy put her in her Hearthswarming jammies last night>And that bow when she woke up in the morning
>>253650>"Yeah Twilight grown ass men play with adult dolls.">"Adult dol- oh."
And the Purple's lewdness grew three sizes that day.
Nice work, can you make a poner version too? It's top cute.
(not filly anon but rather some green OC, still cute tho)
Anon, if you had taken TWELVE SECONDS IN PHOTOSHOP AND RECOLORED HER MANE THAT WOULD BE A VALID POST
WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU POST SOME RANDOM-ASS GREEN OC HERE?!
Recoloring the hair would've looked like shit due to the artist choosing to use a slightly transparent brush. Calm down Captain CAPS.
THEN WHY LINK IT AT ALL
IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH FILLY YOU FAGGOOTER
I WILL POST ANOTHER. THIS IS THE FUTURE YOU CHOSE.
Green fur: Check.
Green eyes: Check.
Looks like a faggot: Check.
Black hair: Che- very disappoint.
WHY ARE WE ALL SHOUTING
I'M CONFUSED AND SCARED
Pretty much this>>253660
But he did do a horse of it? >>253650>>253669
Shush, go to beb
As an anon with nothing but time and shit tier mspaint skills here you go an upgraded version of an unknown OC to an Anonfilly. don't pay any attention to the hair it's shit.
An equally shit one this time with the shape tool because this image is fucking bigger than the other one,
Maybe my eyes are bad, but the original looked dark enough to pass as an anoncolt. But in the end it doesn't matter I suppose.
BUT WHY IN THE EVERLIVING FUCK WOULD WE WANT ANONCOLT HERE?
I DON'T KNOW I DIDN'T POST THE ORIGINAL PICTURES STOP SHOUTING AT MEEEEE
YOU WERE THE ONE WHO TALKED ABOUT IT PASSING FOR ANONCOLT
ANONCOLT IS NOT SOMETHING THAT WE CAN CONSIDER TO BE EVEN A MINIMUM REQUIREMENT HERE
ERADICATE ALL COLTS
HMMMM. That's one fuggly Anonfilly.>>253671
Since I still had the picture on my computer I thought Why have someone elses OC in the picutre when it already pretty close to orange
Everything will be okay here's a friend.
GREEN FILLY NO
SEB IS NOT A GOOD ROLE MODEL
ORANGE FILLY NO
TWILIGHT IS NOT A GOOD ROLE MODEL
Part Five of my extremely elaborate and well thought out comic with anonfilly and one purple
FUCKING NOT AGAIN
god damn MK ultra turning my fillies around
Now thay I look back on it the black hair on black hair forms the shape of a heart. Ha! Gaey!
I really should have defined the edges more. Unfortunately the question mark still looks funky.
Looks alot better on mobile where all the details just blend together.>>253684>Oh no.
Indeed. it's good shit thanks for posting it.
Whoa, that's actually pretty cute when you turn that poner into orangefilly. Pretty gae though
>The "Best Night Ever" in Equestria.
>It wasn't my first tangle with the event.
>The warpaint may be different, but the preparation was similar.
>I had spent the entire day getting primped and brushed in new and unfamiliar ways.
>Well, somewhat. The Makeover Squad had descended upon me a few times for public events, but this was another level entirely.
>Even Raven was there, giving a crash course ettiquette refresher as I was getting swarmed.
>Eventually, the makeup sea parted, and I was led off toward a large set of double doors.
>Some horns blared on the other side as my escort hastily made themself scarce.
>"Miss Emerald Dawn!" someone... er... somepony on the other side announced as the doors swung open.
>Back straight, head up, all that jazz.
>Given the gauntlet I'd been put through, I was ready.
>I even managed to not flinch too much at the lights and camera flashes as I made my way into the ballroom.
>Given I was wearing an outfit by a pony with a penchant for putting sparkly things everywhere, I'd wouldn't be surprised if somepony got blinded.
>I reached the stairs that Celestia was already atop.
>Right. Hoof back. Don't fidget those wings. Careful now.
>With a well-coached bow, I ascended to stand beside her.
>Yo, sunbutt. 'sup.
"Good evening, Mother."
>The words tasted foul in my mouth and grated against my soul.
>Nonetheless, Celestia smiled widely, eyes twinkling.
>"Good evening, my little sunshine. You look lovely."
>I'd better fucking look awesome, or else someone's gonna get the boot.
>... Somepony. Need to keep up the illusion.
>Think of the booze.
>With a smile that felt like it wanted to run screaming if I didn't keep it pinned in place, I stepped up and gave a hug to the giant sunhorse.
>She returned in kind, beaming even brighter.
>It almost broke my heart that I was only doing it to fulfill my end of our little bargain. Almost.
>I took up a position to her side, and the main doors opened, letting in the horde of prim, prissy, and proper ponies.
>Far too many had their noses raised far enough to seem a parody.
>A line quickly began forming for ponies to greet their princess.
>Courteous smiles. Small greetings.
>Over and over, I was told how 'precious' I looked.
>Not. Fucking. Cute.
>That thought got stuffed down before it got a chance to show.
>Colts and fillies, some looking more uncomfortable than others, were dragged up and practically forced in front of me.
>Over and over, proud parents insisted that their little darling and I would 'become the most inseperable of ponies'.
>Never mind how much it might look like their child got beaten nightly with a stick. ...or needed to be.
>I at least gave polite smiles and courteous, if curt, greetings to the poor children turned political pieces.
>I could feel it crawling underneath my skin, begging to be let out to tell the parents how shitty they were.
>Cram it down.
>The next pony in line sent a fidget through a wing that I couldn't stop in time.
>The snooty spa addict looked down her snout at me.
>Oh how I wanted to beat that look off her face.
>...control. Think of the booze.
>I could feel my teeth creak.
>"Ahh, Princess. Lovely to see you again."
>"A pleasure to see you again as well. I hope you enjoy the Gala."
>The cunt's gaze turned directly toward me.
>Play it cool. Give her a bow. Bitches love a good bow.
"I feel I should apologize for my tone at our last meeting."
>With a disdainful sniff, she turns back to Celestia.
>"I see that you've managed to tame your little Tartarus spawn. Truly, is there nothing you can't do?"
>My eye twitched.
>I could feel my hackles rise.
>Bold words from someone within biting distance.
>No... play it proper.
"... The tone, I apologize for. Not the content, as I see the views still apply."
>With a hmph, the bitch turns and makes her way into the gala.
>I felt a light tap on a wing.
>"Pushing it," whispered Celestia.
"Am I supposed to just let her disrespect both of us?"
>She gave a slight smile at that.
>"I appreciate the thought, my little sunshine, but they're only words. You'll learn in time."
>Like hell I will.
>She turns and greets another guest.
>I trace the line down with my eyes, and spot a mare having a hushed coaching session with a pair of foals.
>Yeah, not dealing with that.
>I give a light nudge with a hoof to Celestia's and lightly clear my throat.
"Sorry to interrupt, mother, but I'm feeling slightly peckish. Might I go get something to eat?"
>She gave a smile.
>"I suppose that would be okay."
"Would you like me to get you anything?"
>"Thank you for the offer, but I'll get something later."
>With a curtsey, I figuratively floated across the floor and away from the line of shmoozers.
>I regretted everything about my decision.
>I hadn't gotten a moment's peace as pony after pony saw my presence as an opportunity to try and butter me up.
>I'd delicately extricated myself from several less persistant ponies, but currently one just wasn't taking the hint.
>I floated a tiny cracker with some unidentifiable green paste toward my mouth, only to be jostled by the other pony as they laughed at some inane joke they made.
>The cracker went right in my eye.
>The scream that escaped me was totally manly and not at all a shrill, girlish shriek.
"That's fucking IT!"
>I rubbed my eye before whipping my hoof around the room.
"I'VE FUCKING HAD IT!"
>The room fell silent, apart from some distant memory of a tune stirring.
"YOU! Don't you EVER know when to shut your trap, you blithering idiot?">The pony had a look of shock on his face.>Ah... that's the tune... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nWqVYYvwhg
"AND YOU! Your fashion sense belongs on a wanted poster! YOU THERE! I've never seen a pony with eyes in different post codes!">The two ponies indicated took a step back.
"YOU! Who told you your fucking children are pawns to be pimped out?"
"YOU! BREATH MINTS, DAMMIT! Brush your goddamn teeth!"
"AND YOU!!!">My hoof pointed at a small, green filly, dark mane with a horn poking out of it.>Her wings were flared wide, and her face was twisted into a mask of utter fury.>The mask slipped, tears welling up at the corners of her green eyes.
"You... you're the worst of 'em all..">I could feel my throat seizing up.
"You... messed everything up... I can't do this anymore.">Turning, I galloped away from the reflection, murmurs starting as I ran out the doors.>I eventually tripped and faceplanted right in the middle of a clearing in the gardens.>I could hear it all so clearly.>Only one thing left to do.
"I know... I know I've let you down...">The girlish voice cracked a bit as it sang, sniffing now and then as it drew breath.>Ponies filtered in from different parts of the gala.>Some joined in to provide background vocals as they were lead in some synchronized dance in circles around me.>I could hear their hooves clacking on the ground as they sang the chorus as well.>Eventually, I felt the song release me from its hold even as it continued on.>I curled up where I sat, gently sobbing into my hooves as the ponies continued with the final vocals.>Eventually, even those faded, reduced to just the sound of their hooves, marching in time all around me.>As the song petered out, I could hear the crowd parting, with others murmuring uncomfortably amongst themselves.>I felt myself being covered with a now-familiar downy warmth.
"I... I can't do this anymore... I can't keep fighting.">I sniffled and rubbed my nose before looking up into Celestia's pools of magenta.
"I give up... you win... I can't do it anymore... I can't... I can't...">I buried my head in my hooves, murmuring over and over into them.>Slowly the clearing faded into silence.>I'm not sure how long I sat there.>Eventually, Celestia's wing shifted.>"... I'm sorry, Anonymous. I didn't think on how hard this must have been on you.">I raised my head a little, noting that we were now completely alone.>"I just... I got so wrapped up in the idea of having a daughter of my own that I didn't even think about what it must have been like for you.">I got picked up and drawn into those ivory hooves of hers, her head atop my own.>"I shouldn't have pushed you into being my daughter like this. I'm so.. so sorry.">Another sniffle.>"Can... you tell me a bit about your mother, Anon?"
"...Emerald Dawn.">A sad smile came from the princess of the sun as she hugged a bit tighter.>Eventually, the silence grew too heavy to bear.
"My mother... was a good enough woman, I thought. We all seemed happy enough...">I didn't want to continue.>I'd buried the topic long ago to rot somewhere deep in my mind.
"... but then, she divorced my dad. He tried to keep things together, but she did it anyways. It just about killed my dad. For years, he couldn't even do anything. Not even work. He barely even got to see myself or my siblings. Later on, I found out that she couldn't keep her damn legs together when she was off on some trip she had to take. I... guess she couldn't handle the guilt or something.">Idly, I rubbed a hoof along one of the legs around my middle.>"For the longest time, I just couldn't understand it. I guess I still don't fully understand it, but it's in the past. I can't change it. Before I wound up here, I hadn't even talked to her in years. I think she'd been remarried a couple of times since. Don't even know her new last name.">I could feel Celestia hold me a little tighter.
"I... Maybe it had something to do with some of this. I don't know. I guess I can give this... thing... a try. I just don't have the strength to keep fighting to stay me anymore.">"I shouldn't have pushed. I had no right."
"What's in the past is in the past. We can't change it. Just gotta live with it, deal with it, and grow.">"Well... You won't have to keep fighting. I shouldn't have tried changing who you are."
"Guess we'll just dust things off and start over or something.">"That sounds like a good idea, if you're willing."
"... Sure. Mom.">The rest of the gala was spent outside, beneath the stars.>Be me.>Emerald Dawn.>It had been a couple of months since the Gala.>Things had improved a little.>Twilight had started teaching me magic once again after I smoothed things over with her.>I'd gone to visit the guards that had been injured when I had been sick.>Currently, I was emerging from a small closet, bottle in hand.>Well, metaphorical hand.>Celestia had decided that I did indeed need a place to call my own, of sorts.>And so, after much work, I held the fruits of my labor in front of me in my magic, along with a marker.>After a bit of thought, I scribbled on the bit of tape I'd stuck to the bottle for a label.>Green Hornet Brewery, hard cider.>Things seemed like they were going to be okay.
"Hey, Mom! Grab some glasses and get Luna. I want you to try something."
Oof. Writing this last bit was like tryin' to pop a painful zit that didn't want to pop. Lots of pressure.
Hope it turned out okay and folks enjoyed my little scribbles for this story.
Drawfags, and writefags rise once more to fulfill the ancient task of filling the Anonfilly thread
with their sexy content.>>253688
You did great. Amazingly actually. Filled a spot right inside that I didn't know that needed to be filled.
Glad you enjoyed.
Here's a paste of everything if someone wants it.https://pastebin.com/u6RQTQBt
Nice job. Can you draw filly skullfucking Rey with a lightsaber strap-on now?
filly is for colt
You're lucky I love shitposting
>>253696I'm tired and this idea won't let me sleep. I'm not sure why.>"As you said before, when we were human, you gotta take one for the team.">Hot damn do I love this woman...
"That was the survival of our race. I loved evert moment of us.">Heavy hot breathing in my sensitive ear.>"I do too. All. Night. Long. Nearly everyday for years.">Her moans make my wildest fantasies come true.>Nibbling the tip of my ear.
"Oh~">"We're still only one of a few humans turned ponies here.">My wife's coltish mouth nearing mine.>"Let me return the favor.">Almost.>"We are going to have such a large family here too."
"Ah~">"We can restart the natio- mmhh">Mouth to mouth, she knows how to get me hot and bothered.>"mmmm~ we need to have our bodies mature a bit more."
"Don't stop.">Trailing down my neck. Ohhh~>"That doesn't stop us from practicing."
"Rut me now~">"Ah ah, ah it's only fair I return the favor that leaves me into a mewling putty.">There is a fire burning inside me I need. I need-
"I's so hot~">"I know."
"'s so burning~">What is she?
"AHHHHHHH!">Honestly this bed is stupidly large for just one pony.>"Keep quiet or Purple will hear you.">"Anonymous?! Oh, have you need Anon?"
"Grrk.">"Haven't seen hide nor hair. Oh~ but I'm sure red or orange can help.">"That's exactly why. I haven't seen any of them at all today.-
"Mmmmhrk.">"Mmmh!">"I'm sure they are out and abOUT~! Causing mayhem as usual.">"To believe you both were married, and both came here truly is a blessing. I'm not sure what I would have done without you here.">"Aha~ yes it's certainly my pleasure."
well shit. I liked this story. At least it got proper ending and not just being abandoned
Tactical hip thrust works everytime. With such an over powered technique in the hooves of any Anon all shall fall before the might and elegance of the lightsaber
. Not matter the duel or blaster fire the wearer, and bearer remains untouched.
The clash of two fillies with these techniques can last for a very long time until one get's the high ground.
We sshould fillypill this artist. I really like the faces of these cute fillers.>>253698
Wow, impressive. Much impressive. Purple-fag has taught you well. Now unleash your reeeee. Only your spaghetti can defeat me.
>gay hoof holding edition
Here have something festive u fags!
That's good shit dude.
Would Discord be the kind who'd tease Anonfilly because of the transformation? Or would he actually be pretty chill?
Is this how the new soywars ends?
I choose to accept it as the ending, but no...
Well, Pastebin tells me that two years ago I started an account. Two years and two days technically, and since I’m off-schedule already for finishing exactly at the two year mark (not even the correct date anyways because I started the green on /trash/ before making it) I might as well give myself enough time to finish this up well. First big update should drop tonight, and the whole thing should wrap up by the 25th for better or for worse. To keep myself from just being a blogposting faggot, I’d like to ask if you all want to see any Christmas-themed fillies drawn.
Yes, because new thread was made only right before Christmas, and since filly threads are long incorrect OP image persists long after Christmas. I made such mistake last year, not again.
She's looking a little rough right now
And she's missing a wing
Say something nice about her to cheer her up!
I understand how much effort you put in, but I just prefer buffalo wings over garlic parmesan
I pissed myself again twilight!
"What kind of theme song does a one-winged filly get?"
>>253725>wings>cheer her up!
Nope. Filly is better without wings.
No. Bad Anon, filly wings is not for eat
Clearly 'One Winged Angel' was a prophetic piece written for this exact moment
"Twilight I told you countless times that I have an auto-nomic nervous system.">"That's just silly all creatures here control everything about their bodies sometimes they offload those duties to the nearby magic field, but a nervous system."
"I was an alien.">"Now you are a pony. Ponies don't have that.">Sigh fucking Purple.
"An alien turned into a pony. Somehow my mind ia in here.">"Well it's more like a biological transformation via high intensity magic. Your neurons or whatever came with you."
"Wait what?">"Well anything that would effect your thinking would have to come with you. The spell adds some parts to keep the recipient from death."
"It's a forbidden medical spell, thanks for saving my life and stuff, but... look all the neurons are used for thinking and sensing. There are even enough in my gastronomical tract to make a very simple brain.">She's looking through the notes again.
"I have something that maintains stuff I don't think about like breathing, and heartbeat, and other stuff.">"Wait... you've always had that ability?">A long suffering yes escaped me. Stupid magic influencing ponies around me to not take me seriously.>"But then... what would magic do...">"Oh no.">"Your body is doing the fighty fighty-"
"Remember I'm a grown ass man.">"is trying to remove magic because it's trying to take over...">So that's where the twitches, and jerks come from. Wait I've had this conversation before I should already know that.>"Anon, if magic wins you may become intellectually challenged.">Hopefully Twilight remembers this conversation this time.>"If you get rid of magic... well it's never been documented for your case. Most ponies just struggle trying to survive..."
"Did you write this all down yet?">"I should have... weird...">Warm liquid trickles down my legs. Fuck it if Twilight get's distracted she may never get around to fixing this shit.>Fuckin' magic.>"Anon I just wrote it down the problem is you are in a high density magic field with all sorts of powerful magic going on."
"Hunh I'm surprised I've managed to hold out this long.">"Most definitely, I've already written to Princess Celestia and further more- Anon. Is that urine all over the table."
"My body is literally fighting off the local magic bullshit, and magic is using every dirty trick it has to cut off my friends. Focus on the real problems here.">That seems to have done the trick.>"Cutting off friends!?">That's how I came face to face with Tirek pissing myself.
Might touch back in with it for shenanigans if an idea strikes me, but the overarching plot that somehow wormed its way into my story I meant to just be shenanigans is done. But who knows? Might not get any ideas for it, either. Glad you liked it.>>253704
Thanks! Glad you liked it.
I want Filly to squirt marejuice into my mouth.
I want filly to kill Anon for daring to ask her to squirt marejuice into his mouth.
Never change, fillies. Never change.
Well I still want Princess Celestia to pee in my mouth
>>253719>No Christmas filly thread
Draw filly giving other ponies coal
I want filly to pee on me while we cuddle
Fuck off I colored that, around 4 years ago
I may be high af rn
I want to be the filly.
Same. Being humiliated by accidentally pissing on Anon before he decides to solve this issue the old fashioned way sounds wholesome.
What's the old fashioned way in this scenario? Sympathy and a warm bath?
hi, poster of that image here
not claiming I drew it or anything, just spreading the filly around, Anon
Anon is going to piss himself too so she doesn't feel self-conscious.
Yeah, that and a diaper
but let's be honest, you already knew that I meant that.
It wasn't my fault, Purple magic'd it so it wouldn't come off.
>>253763>Hi, I'm the guy who>email
Seriously don't make this a thing, it won't go well
make what a thing?
I'm just an innocent anon looking to spread some filly images
You're borderline trip-fagging, fuck off with that
trying to make yourself identifiable just makes you into a target. If you want to be a retard, then you can, but don't get mad when you get punished for it.>for instance
now that we have your email, we can sign you up for all sorts of shit that you likely don't like or want.
Maybe in the old days you could do that, but email authentication is the norm now, so at most he'd get that and can just ignore it until it expires.
w-why do you make me w-wear these twilight
>>253778well don't just post it, he might not have known that if he's stupid enough to drop an email to begin with!
Thanks anons, newfag here
you're all very helpful
My mother's maiden name is Thomas, the last four digits of my social security number are 3416, the pin to my checking account with Wells Fargo is 2319, and I grew up on Truman Street
But for real, let's all just get along and talk about cute fillies
This is the future you chose, don’t act like this was undeserved
Wew>>253768>Be filly>In bed cuddling with another filly>Pressed up together taking in each other's warmth>She's already fallen asleep, snoring peacefully>You nuzzle up against her neck>She makes a cute little noise when you do so>Suddenly you hear a soft hissing sound>Did she-?>You feel a warmth growing on your crotch>...Yep>Luckily she's always put in "protection" before bed, otherwise you'd be soaked>You briefly contemplate waking her up to deal with it>But she's just so comfortable>...>Eh, who cares>It can wait until the morning>You pull her closer to yourself, burying your face in her neck>The noticeable bulge in her padding squishing a little underneath her pajamas as you do so>You yawn, and join her in peaceful slumber
>tfw get new software
>tfw it actually works well
Time to colour my filly drawings
Aw yeees dat fillay. Dat blank flank.
It's time for the green color revolution.
>>253793Alive but not productive. Will likely be off /mlpol/ for the foreseeable future due to moving to another state and living with my grandpa. Thanks for the concern, but I'll live. I haven't died yet, have I? Probability wise, that has to mean something.
>>253790>not human anymore
Anon is anon.
>>253127 →>...>It's been a few weeks.>League showed up yesterday, along with another filly that shares your skin.>She's been mostly silent, and League won't say much either.>One of her hooves is badly damaged, you can see the stitches all the way around it.>The other filly is missing a leg entirely, walking around on a prosthetic one.>Asking her about it only prompted a cold glare.>She shares the same markings that you do, though.>The burn marks in her flanks.>The thinness.>You wish she would speak to you, now is not the time to withhold secrets.>Twilight, your Twilight has recovered for the most part.>When the alicorn was busy, she helped you with some preparations.>The remaining elements of harmony have been taken to an undisclosed location along with Clover.>You went back into Applejack's barn and rooted around for a while before finding your baby, a rifled Remington 870.>Applejack wasn't as kind to it, removing the trigger guard roughly to allow it to be fired with hooves.>It broke your heart to see it in this condition, but after she pointed it at your face...>How long ago was that exactly?>Weeks? Months?>Time lost meaning when you slipped under the veil.>In any case, you're glad to have it back.>There was only one round left, a standard rifled slug.>You and Twilight took it back to the castle and unearthed your box of milled sin, using the carefully disassembled slug to painstakingly make 24 more.>Carving in the grooves was probably the worst part, but you needed all the accuracy you could get.>You've seen League and the other filly playing around with some bottled you suspect to be molotov cocktails, so it's safe to say they're planning for something big too.>The contraption that makes the firing mechanism for your now equine body work is as stripped down as you can get it, and still it's unwieldy and uncomfortable.>You could fire the weapon with your forehooves with a more simple mod, but you'd need to prop yourself up against a wall to do so.>If you're going where you think you're going, you're luckily likely to have that luxury.>The alicorn speaks few words to most of you.>You can hear her working deep into the night while you snuggle up next to your chosen surrogate.>The look of betrayal when she first saw the two of you hugging was terrifying, but instead of killing her lookalike in a fit of rage she simply slumped low to the ground and walked out without a word.>You've only fired off one of the rounds to make sure it works, as much as you'd love to test out more you feel you're going to need every last one.>And then, the night before the silent agreement of ending this all comes to fruition, you get a knock at your repaired chamber doors.>Wary at first of course, you wiggle out of Twilight's embrace with some regret and cock your 870.>You still dread sleep, Luna will only visit you once in any given night but as time has gone on she makes it more difficult to kill yourself.>Last night, it was a belly-flop through a tiny hatch and into an air-conditioning fan.>The night before it, you had to choke yourself to death with a banana.>And tonight, before you burst awake covered in sweat...>It was jumping into the brandished knife of your own mother.>God you miss her, you two didn't agree on everything but she always cared for you.
"Soon...">You scooch across the wall to the door.>You can feel the power in your grasp, more power than you've ever felt since you became this.>If God himself were to come through that door, you feel you could loose a slug straight through his skull and kill him.>"A-Anon? It's me. League.">Well, mimics...>You crack the door, sticking the barrel up to the crack and prompting a yelp.
"Oh, sorry...">"'Tis an understandable concern. Do you want to go for a midnight walk with me?"
"In this weather? I don't think this storm will ever let up. It's stacked almost ten feet high out there, Twilight murmured something about wendigos.">League grins.>"The severity is exactly why it's important that I show you.">Opening the front door into the icy tunnel that connects you to the rest of Ponyville, you tentatively follow League, firearm strapped to your back.
>>253807>The snow tunnels are pitch black at this time of night, so you have to rely on sound to track League.>Truth be told you're terrified, you can handle seen threats.>But the unseen have a tendency of making themselves unpredictable.>You walk for what you estimate to be about thirty minutes, truth be told the cold isn't nearly as bad as you thought it would be, you just haven't traveled anywhere for quite a while without the aid of teleportation.>Must be a similar effect to that of an igloo, a thick layer of packed snow creates insulation and allows for warmth to become trapped...>"Anon, we're here."
"Right.">You can see her jostle her wooden bat out from her mane in one swooping motion.>Wait, how can you see?>A timber wolf growls at the end of the tunnel, its green eyes illuminating your friend and you.>League grips the bat with clenched teeth, charging the beast.>You frantically push yourself up against the wall, struggling to chamber a round.>Dear lord, your friend is going to die if you don't do something.>Funny request from someone who thought about killing god not an hour ago, but it seems to work out as you can hear the satisfying notching sound.>You look down the barrel at the small ironsights, lining up your shot with the skull of the still very dangerous creature.>The crack rings out, piercing the cold muffled sounds of the tunnel like a bolt of lightning through a clear summer's day into a group of Stacies at a picnic.>Your sensitive ears are ringing and hurt like hell, and you're almost positive you missed because League is still charging.
"League! Get the fuck away!">She smirks back at you as she drops the bat into her injured hoof with a painful grimace.>Just like her mastery of sliding into third, it would seem League has also mastered the act of sliding on ice and snow.>The timberwolf's wooden fangs pierce the frigid substances right behind her as she slides past its jowls.>You see her screaming something as she raises her bat, but the blast has deafened your ears too much to make it out immediately.>Flatter cup?>Saturn's Luck?>Batter up.>The hoof swings with supernatural speeds, impacting the creature and splintering its leg.>With skills that you helped her develop on that forbidden diamond, she slides under bite after bite, cutting down two more legs before the creature finally collapses to the icy ground, snarling.>League gives it a wave with her good hoof and spits out a wad of something onto its face before taking a fresh stick of gum out of her mane.>"Three strikes...">Her windup is flawless.>"And...">The Timberwolf looks up at you, seeming worried for the first time since it's tried to have filly for dinner.>"You're out.">She smashes the bat into its head, splintering the entire body into shards of wood.>At the center, a green crystal of unknown origin.>"You'd better hang on to that, it'll light our way home."
"I-I... how?! I leave you for so long and then I come back and you do this shi-">She wraps you in a tight hug.
"I-I've missed you too kiddo... but why didn't you talk to me?">"The other filly needed my help the most, her circumstances left her even more broken than you...">She looks down at the tunnel floor.>"But I am sorry, I should've said something."
"It's in the past now. Can you tell me who exactly taught you how to do that?">"I sort of... died while you were gone. Twilight brought me back from beyond the veil just in time, but something else came back with me. At first I only used it to dull the pain, but later on I figured out that the more pain I allowed into my body the more it gave back to me. So I started with forward kicks and the like, but they felt weak. And then, I remembered exactly what I was good at...">You reach up and ruffle her mane.
"That's for damn sure. So, did you lure that Timberwolf out here just to show me all of that?">She giggles.>"No, silly. Of course not. I was just going to crack some ice, but it would appear that we were being stalked."
"Lucky we both came prepared then.">"Oh sure, like that stick could've done anything to that thing.">You gesture to the ceiling, where a hole has gone straight through the snow, revealing a pinprick of Moonlight outside.
"Pierced right through its ear.">You point to a larger fragment on the ground, the stick that used to be the mockery of a canid ear.
"If I had gotten a better shot, I don't think you would've been able to grab all of the glory."
Splitting up my posts! Why you little...
Heh, nothin' personal Lone, but you're a good writer.What will happen next time who knows, but it'll be interesting.
Beautiful and so true.
The more you deny it, the more we will say it. Do not resist, accept your birthright.
God I wish that were me>>253824
How I became a female cartoon horse child in another world and became the subject of doting by many and all waifus in another world.
Also, merry christmas!
>>253824>>253838>>253854>>253787>Your eyes flutter open the next morning>The rays of Celestia's sun beginning to shine through your window>You're still wrapped up snugly with the other Filly>You smile and stretch a little, nuzzling up against her>She stirs as you do so>"Nnnngh... morning already?">You giggle
"You sure slept well">"Hmph">As she wiggles around, you notice her realization>"Oh shit, I'm sorry...">You smirk
"Sorry for what?">It takes a moment to click, but then the two of you break out into a giggle fit>"Pfff, D-damnit, Anon">As your giggles subside, you let out a peaceful sigh>"B-but really, I didn't mean to-">You interrupt her with a boop
"Don't worry about it. Really">"You sure?"
"Yes, of course. Now, come here">You pull her in for a hug>After a second, she returns the hug>"I should probably go let Twi know..."
"It's Saturday, Purple always comes to wake us up late">"Yeah, I guess..."
"Now hush and just relax">You nuzzle up to her and feel her body relax after a while>The both of you lay snuggled up for what feels like hours>Best way to start a Saturday
Are you still working on that rewrite? I’m looking forward to reading it.
>Celestia likes to coddle her niece Anonfilly.
>Filly is a Pegasus and Celestia let's her teacher side run wild near her.
>Filly has not much a interest in flying and Celestia can't stand it.
>Starts showing off around her.
>At the lake during summer Celestia skimmed down at a high speed and a angle and skid the top of the water with wing before pulling up leaving a rainbow like trail of water mist behind her.
>Anon would be sitting on the balcony and Celestia could be seen skimming in under small bridges with a spin.
>Finally at the same lake during winter she came in at a angle and drifted in a few circles and powerfully flapping her wings to kick up some snow that rested on the ice before taking off again.
>She does this all in hopes of getting her niece into something she can teach her.
>filly wasnt looking cus she was watching the gaurds beat up a random pony and sodomized him in the street below, in front of his family
>"Anon!" Twilight calls as she joins Luna.
>"Don't follo-" Aunt Celestia calls with a blush before you're pulled in.
>You open your eyes and find yourself in a winter forest.
>You need to get some height to find your way back home, but it's too dense to take off here.
>Looking out you see a lake.
>You gallop out of the forest and towards the middle of the lake.
>As you go to start a run to take off you hear something whistle behind you.
>"Hey there cutie~"
>The voice says behind you, but the speaker skids infront of you.
>A white mare with a pink mane and wings skids around you, looking you up and down.
>She looks... kinda beautiful, in a odd way.
>"What's a cute mare like you doing all the way out here alone~?" She ask skidding behind you.
>You try to keep your eyes on her but she's going so fast.
"My friend Twilight accidentally teleported me here, I'm just lost and trying to get back home."
>"Where you live greeny~?" She ask skidding around your side.
"Canterlot castle, and my name's Anon, not greeny."
>"Hmm, feisty, momma likes~"
"Excuse m- AH!"
>You're stopped mid sentence as a hoof connected to your flank.
>"I'm heading back to Canterlot now, follow me sweet piece~!" She says as she stops her skidding and enters a gallop to take off.
>As much as you'd like to give her a peice of your mind, you need to get home, so you gallop and take off after her.
>Soon you find yourself at a strange kingdom.
>It's definitely Equestrian, just... off.
>She lands up on a balcony of a castle and you land next to her.
"Hey, listen, this isn't where I live, I-"
>"I know it's not Anon, now come on." She says as her tail glides across your cheek.
>You watch as she sashays her flanks in through some purple curtains.
>You shake your head and follow.
"Miss listen, I really need to get home, my mom is probably worried sick and- mmf!"
>You're stopped as a pair of white lips connected with yours.
>You go to fight against her but you find yourself unable to.
>This feels... right...
>You're ashamed as you let yourself be pushed back down a bed, her long thick pink mane, draping over the side of your head.
>The mare pulls back, tongue lulling out, same as yours, a strand of saliva connecting the two.
>You look deep into the mare's deep half lidded magenta eyes.
"I-I need to get home, w-we can't, we only just met!"
>"Shhhhh~" She hushes you. "You're right where you belong right now~" She says, slowly kissing your neck.
>You fight back a moan as she slowly kisses down lower and lower.
>Eventually you can't fight the moans back as the beautiful mare kisses and licks your clit.
>You're soaking wet as she plays with your teats with her wings while she licks you deeper and deeper, making you cry out in pleasure.
"F-Ah! Oh fuck!"
>You cry out over and over until you cram the mare's face against your marehood and let loose.
>The mare closes her eyes and laps up everything as you squirt more and more until you loose the power to hold her there and collapse back to the bed, rear hoof twitching.
>The mare licks what little mare juices she missed and licks her lips as she climbs atop the bed smiles.
>"You were saying~" She ask, her muzzle soaked with your juices.
>Her only reply is gasp and sputters.
>"That's what I thought, but it's your turn to return the favor my dear~"
>She turns around and you're face to face with her magnificent large rear.
>It gets closer and closer until your muzzle is crammed against her marehood.
>"Nnnah, l-lick it slut!"
>You do as you're told, and lap at the mare's pussy.
>It taste wonderful and you try your best to muzzle deeper into her as she moans.
>You're ashamed of yourself as you continue to lap at the cunt crammed against you like a little filly lapping at popsicle.
>Your shame only gets worse as you feel the need to have more, to please the amazing mare atop you.
>You slowly slide a hoof to your cunt as you begin to rub it while the other holds onto the mare's rear.
>You moan licking deeper and deeper, enjoying every taste.
>"Gah! That's right slut! Lick that princess cunt!"
>The words don't even register as you lick more desperately.
>You feel your hoof get pushed away as she crams her face back down against your pussy and starts licking again.
>The two of you are nothing more than moaning messes as you both lick one another.
>Your other hoof joins the one on gripping her rear as you get close to your second climax.
>She's close too, if her tightening cunt and sloppy more desperate licking is anything to go by.
>Soon your tongue is drowned in the magnificent taste of this mare as she finally reaches her limit, but with her last bit of strength she plunged her tongue deeper and you get off again.
>Now both of you desperately lick at one another, trying not to miss a single drop of the amazing liquid seeping out.
>>253876>After a bit she rolls off and you're both a huffing mess as you try to catch your breaths.>The sound of a door clicking open sends you into a panic.>You try your best to move but your hooves won't respond.>Oh god oh god! No pony can catch you like this! You're supposed to be the daughter of Luna! Your reputation will be ruined!>"Celestia, there appears to be a time anomaly in this... oh my Faust! Celestia!" A stallion's voice yells in anger but one thing keeps echoing in your head.>Celestia...>"Ugh, Starswirl come on! Why do you have to come ruin the moment! Buck!">"Ruin the- You're supposed to be a princess! A-And here you are covered in the climax of some other teenage filly! Not just that but a time anomaly! What is wrong with you!?">"Okay for one, I had no idea she was a ah nam a wee or whatever, and two, I needed this! Bad! You're so bucking stressful I can't stand it! Princess this, princess that! AAH! BUCK!" She looks at you. "Hey slut, you up for another go? This fucking geezer got me bucking stressed again.">"Most certainly not!" Starswirl shouts as he shoots a spell opening a portal similar to Twilight's.>You don't even move as you're dragged into it.>If you died right now that would be the best thing to happen to you.>But no, again, darkness, but this time you wake up to voices.>"My baby!" One calls as you're jerked up into a hug.>You don't move still, wishing for death.>"Anon! You're back! Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that, it was a complete mistake, I-" Twilight goes on a rambling spree.>"Anon dear? What are you covered in? Oh it doesn't matter! What matters is my baby is home, let's get you a bath and you're sleeping next to me tonight! I was so scared!" Luna crys out as she hugs you and carries you to the bathroom.>But in the room you can hear the faintest voice.>"I'm so sorry."
Wew, princest is wincest. Hopefully filly get's to cash in on fun times with auntie.
Thanks, that was super comfy.
Truly the greatest of heroes, we don't deserve them. May Anon, Anonfilly,and Fillyanon rain down upon them. Fanatic art.
You didn't post the theme for in-thread listening, let's fix that.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSsfjHCFosw
god this is wholesome. I'd love to see some more from you
Rallylestia is one of the most basic OCs. Ebic guard with ebic scars from being ebic. Can you not just, I don't know, not need a super edgy oc?
Sounds like a manga title
>>253779>>253768>>253769>Be Filly>First day in Equestria>First day as a filly>Staying with Twilight and your identical 'sister' fillies who appeared under similar mysterious circumstances>You're the newest filly though>Everything seems to be fairly straighforward with your transition in to living as a pony until it's time for bed>"What the fuck Twilight, I don't need a diaper!">"Your sisters all had... issues on their first few nights, if you can stay dry tonight then I won't make you wear one again.">...
"Like fuck you can make me wear a diaper">Twilight's horn glows>Her magic grasp isn't painful, but struggling against it is beyond futile>Moving even a millimetre away from where she's holding you is like pressing against solid steel.
"Hey, put me down you crazy bitch! This is child abuse! RAPE! RAPE!">Twilight looks pissed as she clamps your mouth shut with her magic
"I'm doing this for your own good anon, if you keep yelling there will be consequences, do you understand?">You try to speak, but with your mouth held shut your words are unintelligible
"Nod your head">You nod your head>Twilight applies some powder and wraps the diaper around you, pushing your tail through the appropriate hole before doing up the tapes.>The diaper is thick and crinkles as she slips your pajamas on and places you on the bed
"Just get some sleep and if your dry tommorrow morning we can put this whole thing behind us.">You want to say something, but you think better of antagonising her any more tonight as she tucks you into bed>You move around in the bed trying to get comfortable with the unfamiliar thick mass under your hips>the bulk between you hind legs keeps them separated somewhat>Your movement causes a lot of crinkling>Twilight's horn flashes again
"What was that for?"
"Just to keep you safe tonight Anon">After Twilight leaves you eventually do get to sleep>...>You wake up with a painfully full bladder>Worried, you check the diaper>Still dry>Not for long if you don't get to a bathroom>You throw off the covers and try to sit up>Your bladder pulses in protest and you're forced to abandon sitting up to avoid leaking>You slide out of the bed, and ease yourself to the floor, your bladder protesting with every movement>It's dark, but with your enormous pony eyes that isn't a problem>What is a problem is that every impact of your hard hooves on the hard floor sends a jarring pulse of pain in your bladder>The thickness of the diaper doesn't even let you cross your legs properly>Halfway to the bathroom you feel an intense wave of desperation>You freeze in place, jamming a hoof into your crotch as hard as you can through the soft diaper, just barely managing to stop the flow>It fucking hurts so bad that you consider just using your diaper right there>After a good ten seconds you manage to get yourself back under control enough to keep moving forward>You're hobbling on three hooves now>One forehoof clamped between your hind legs to stem the flow from your desperate, over-stretched bladder>You make it to the bathroom>Fuck, now you need to somehow undress without pissing yourself>You manage to pull your pyjama pants down most of the way>Disaster strikes when you have to remove your hoof from between your hand legs>A trickle of urine manages to escape in the couple seconds it takes you to regain control>You manage to stop the flow but the pain has increased tenfold and you let out an involuntary whimper>You're too close to give up now>You're literally standing over the toilet>You try to pull the tabs on the diaper but your hoof slips off it>"Come on, come on" you whine>Another pulse of desperation wracks your body and you can't help another tiny trickle of urine escaping into the diaper>You wiggle and dance in place, trying to keep in in, trying to wiggle out of the diaper>You turn around and try to grab one of the tabs with your teeth>Another trickle of urine escapes as you bend awkwardly but your're too frantic to really care>You're teeth slip off the tab just like your hoof did>Then it hits you>Twilight must have case some kind of spell on the diaper to prevent you from taking it off>It's far too late to get Twilight>Another trickle of urine escapes into the diaper and is sucked up thirstily>There's tears in your eyes>It wasn't fair>It hurt so bad>Shakily, you pull your hoof out from between your hind legs>Immediately a slow trickle of urine begins, but this time you don't try to fight it>You bring your hoof forward and feel your rock hard distended bladder in your belly>As you brush against it gently another pulse of desperation hits and the slow trickle becomes a torrent>Now that you've started you don't care about anything else, you just have to get it out>There's nothing else in the world but your bladder and the need have it empty.>After a few seconds the pain turns to euphoria as you finally release the pressure you'd been holding>Your knees feel weak as you spray hot pee into the diaper>You sigh, and close your eyes, listening to the hissing sound reflect off the walls of the bathroom>After what seems like forever you wake up, in bed, feeling warm wet->...>Oh>Fuck.>The sun is streaming in the window and you quickly jump out of bed>You have to dispose of the evidence before-
"Good morning sleepy head!">Twilight enters and is surprised to see you out of bed before she gives a knowing smile>She pulls down the back of your pyjama pants and squishes the warm, wet bulk of the diaper against your flank.
"Aha! I knew it was a good idea for you to wear these at night!">mfw
>>253902>>253897>>253900>You wake up with a painfully full bladder>Worried, you check the diaper>Still dry>Not for long if you don't get to a bathroom>You throw off the covers and try to sit up>Your bladder pulses in protest and you're forced to abandon sitting up to avoid leaking>Tears spring into your eyes, there's no way you're going to make it to the bathroom, but you have to try>As you ease yourself out of bed your bladder is in agony>Each movement threatening to release the flood you're holding back>As your hooves touch the floor there is a chiming sound which almost startles you into wetting yourself>Hot tears run down your face, but tears aren't the warm body fluid you so desperately need to release>Your eyes are scrunched so tight that you completely miss Twilight teleporting into the room>Her mane is a mess and she staggers a little bit as she tries to wake up from the sleep she was pulled from to check on you
"Oh no, anon, what's wrong?">Twilight moves to pull you into a hug but you know exactly what any additional pressure will do to your diaper.>No time for tact
"I need to pee so bad, I can't move or it will come out. It hurts." you sob>Twilight teleported you to the bathroom and had your clothes off before you could even finish the sentence
"It's okay, you can go now">You whimper, you don't want Twilight to watch you pee but you're poor abused bladder has other ideas>You're peeing full force as you cry and Twilight rubs your back comfortingly
"Just let it all out, it's alright. You're the first one to actually make it to the toilet the first nigh so there's no need to feel embarrassed">With your bladder emptied your fatigue hits you and you let out a big yawn>Twilight carries you back to bed on her back>She tucks you into bed
"Alright my brave little filly, maybe you didn't need a diaper after all. Sleep tight.">"Good night mommy">In a moment you're back to sleep, to dream of drier, more pleasant things.
that's gonna be a yoinks from me, fillers
Now that’s more satisfying.>Ywn be able to brag to the other fillies that you don’t need to wear padding at night
>"You'll never leave me now Anon!"
"Uh, yeah that's nice and all. But why a filly?"
>Luna's pupils shrink.
>A blush creeps onto her face.
>"Well you see... uh, it's a, magic thing?"
>You narrow your eyes at your wife.
"You wanted to diddle me as a filly, didn't you?"
>"W-We would never! Why, the mear assumption that we would ever want to get our marehood licked by you as a filly is preposterous! We would never have dreams of you being a small one and us touching you and teaching you how to make lo- yes, yes we did..."
more diaperposting and greens
Your disdain fuels me to return from the grave and make a green. Merry crinklemas~
Which Anonfilly art do you think the most of now that it is Christmas?
This one, because it will never happen.
This one. For all of the fillies fighting griffons off in the field who can't be home in time for Christmas with their momfus.
>another day, another migraine>all the Christmassy bullshit surrounding you makes you remember all the shitty, cheesy ceremonies of life back home>every day fillies and colts approach Twilight's castle to show the princess some holiday cheer>it's gotten to the point that she started making a batch of cookies every day to hand out, and not just to spoil you rotten>why do the screaming faggots get so much love? All they do is repeat cheesy music that follows an extremely basic rhyme scheme and they get free shit for it>you're awaken early on Hearth's Warming by an especially bad pair of carolershttps://youtu.be/C1icpvvCxjo?t=22>the shockingly off-tune voice carries through the entire castle with ease>the trumpet makes you jolt out of bed with a wail of confusion and fear, tangling yourself in your bedsheets>crinkling fills the room as you wrestle with your bedding, but alas your sleeper onesie renders your hooves unable to grip anything, like a bad pair of snow mitts>for several minutes after the carolers fuck off, you're struggling and growling to yourself, angry and wanting nothing more than to suffocate on the cloth>alas, you know that would never happen>the motion causes your bladder to become heavy with fullness, and your growling slowly turns to a whimper as you realize your predicament>soon enough, Twilight's finished baking a quick last-minute batch of gingerbread cookies for the carolers>you're left a sniffling mess on the crystal floor after losing against your bondage>the warmth in your crotch makes you immensely uncomfortable and self-conscious in your predicament, which only further frustrates you>"I heard some commotion in here, Anon, are you-"
"Snff, ghh...go away...">"Nonny, are you sure about that? I can help you up if you want..."
"I ju-hic! I just wanna go back to sleep...no stupid caroling, no dumb social games, just let me sleep.">"Alright...here sweetie, I'll at least set you in bed and help untangle you.">you shake your head aggressively from under your sheets, but she lifts you back into the comfort of your bed regardless>the room is slightly illuminated by her magic as she gingerly unwraps you from your prison of pomf>as soon as your vision is no longer blocked by fabric, her light dims and she gives a small peck on your forehead>"I'll wake you up in a bit and we can have a quiet Hear- er, Christmas. Alright?">despite your emotional state, you nod just a bit
"Alright...a-and, before you go, thanks..">"Don't mention it, Anon. I'll dampen the sound outside for you and keep a scrying spell handy, so whenever you feel like waking up I'll be ready to change you."
"Hey I don't need-">"You don't have to lie."
"F-fuck off...">"Merry Christmas.">and with that, you're left alone in bed again, this time not trapped anymore>why does she always have to be so...nice? Why can't she just leave you alone with your misery?>the smell of warm gingerbread a few rooms away helps lull you back to sleep, and despite the squish in your tush, you feel pretty comfortable>a couple more hours of sleep couldn't hurt.
>>253961>Why can't she just leave you alone with your misery?
Fuck off purple I don't want your lectures! Aaaaaaaaaaaaa-
I-Is this a n-new green?! If so cant wait for more!
Filly has a surprise for you
Cute filly made of lots of tiny x's
Big filly from based anon who will be sleeping all day
>>253987>big filly booping smol filly's snootle
Hey Ash. Good to see you’re still alive and kicking it. You wanna maybe finish a green for us? Heh.Top cute though.
Few more weeks and we'll see. I'm sure I could write something on notepad and come online for an hour or two via 4G and post something. In all honesty, it's been so long and I went about delet'ing everything I really had...ashamed to say that my old stuff may be gone for good. But I'm happy to write something new over the new year between apprentice work.
Good to see you are still alive
>Daughter of Luna.
>You've not been getting much attention from mom lately.
>She's been too busy writing on her stupid horse internet scroll.
>You've had enough.
>You waltz up to the table and hop up.
>Mom doesn't even acknowledge you hopped up.
>So you slowly but surely begin to push her magic quill away as you begin to stand atop of the scroll.
>"I- Anon you- I'm trying to- gah." Mom protests as you push your way through.
>Eventually you're infront of her completely standing over the scroll.
>"Dear could you- POMF" She sighs as you plop down onto the scroll. "Anon dearest I'm trying to write to somepony could you-"
>You roll onto your back staying on the scroll.
"Rub my belly."
>Mom looks at you for a bit before sighing and doing as requested.
>"I suppose I have been ignoring you lately, hmm?"
>She smiles and lifts you with her magic.
>"Alright, well let's go take a nap together then."
Oh look, m00t just has to be an attention whore. Imagine my shock
>>254013>hoes mad>greentext arrow
The millennial and zoomer memes collide to create the Six Million Dollar Shitposter.
W-what? Is mootles back?
He's there, at the tip of the meme arrow.
Oh. Yeah, unless he's the actualy moot that's a bit attention-whorish.
Yeah he seems just to be a normal namefag
Its not the
Filly comes to meet Aryanne's family
>"Anon, ve are here!"
>here we go
>"Come, come out of ze carriage, I vant you to meet mein family!"
>you climb out of the carriage, trying not to look at them
>There were at least 10 or 15 of them, and they all had white coats
>They all turned and looked at you, smiling
>they look like they're waiting for something
>"Anon... vhat did ve discuss?"
>you raise your green hoof in a little heil, saluting the flag
>"Heil!" they respond
>"This is mein freund, Fraulein Anon. She does not look like us, but she supports ze effort."
>"Hallo, Fraulein Anon!"
>this whole thing was creepy, but you promised her you'd come meet her family... here you were
>And you would make an effort to get to know them.
what does our brave hero do next?
Bleach their coat to fit in.
>>254028>rape the whitest, purest filly to give HER the whitest, purest filly which makes the whole species proud
>>254028>It's creepy for a family to look similar to each other
You pozzed little fucker.
It's only creepy for cucks, soygoys, niggers, faggots, niggerfaggots, and politicians. That little Anonfilly was pozzed, and soon won't be.
Alright, penultimate update time. I want to thank all of you who've continued to read this green.>>253809>...>"What I'm asking you to do has a decent chance of getting you killed.">You rub the sleep from your eyes and yawn.>"League and I cased the internal operations of the facility, it is very likely that neither I nor my double will have any access to our unicorn, or in my case Alicorn magic. That is alright.">Twilight spreads out her wings, you can see a luster beneath the feathers.>"For me, these. I've been practicing flight patterns for weeks in close quarters, so I should be able to fly close to something and launch these into it like a caustic spray.">"Anonymous, I trust your shooting is satisfactory?"
"Yes, ma'am.">"Good. We'll need every shot to count. Equip the bulkier gear as soon as we reach the elevator down. Can you use this relic, Twilight?">She says the final word with a sneer.>"Is this what I think it is? I thought this was lost centuries ago...">"Well, it's right in front of you, isn't it?">"If it's the real shield, you don't mind if I get off a few test shots on it, do you?">Twilight sighs.>"Make it quick.">Your surrogate sets the shield down after receiving it, focusing in on it once everyone else has backed up.>You can see her horn pulsating with magic, likely drawing in all that she can.>The excess energy surrounding her horn is approximately the size of a large grapefruit before she lets it loose.>It deflects harmlessly off of the shield, careening about two-hundred feet right past the Alicorn's ear before crashing into the snow.>She doesn't even blink.>"League, the bat?">"In my mane. You've seen what I can do with it, I won't let any of you down.">"I always forget about that filthy earth pony habit...">She looks the cripple dead in the eyes.>"You shouldn't be coming, but you're being allowed to because your counterpart put in a good word. You do understand that there's a greater liability with your decreased mobility, don't you?">The green filly's gaze betrays no emotion.>"Yes, ma'am.">Twilight nods.>"Long-distance teleportation is a bit more complicated with groups. I'll teleport you all in groups of one, starting with League here.">There's a blinding flash and the two vanish.>You feel a hoof tap up against you.>"Hey, thanks for looking out for me back there."
"If you're anything like me, I wouldn't want to deny you a good chance to finally get revenge on one half of what's been fucking us over.">"Heh, isn't that the truth.">The two of you share a moment of silence as Twilight is taken.>"I'm sorry for being rude. I'm just... jealous that things worked out better for you."
"Was it the mill?">"Yeah, I didn't think it would fucking matter. One in a million the damn thing would spark, right?"
"Yeah... what happened to you after that?">"I was comatose, they threw me in a hospital. When I woke up, League had killed herself and I had to go to this hellish asylum. Everyone had put two and two together, so they treated me like dogshit. Everyone but Lyra, and then she got fucking shredded in the process of getting here, and I don't even think this was the correct destination. I think she absorbed most of the force, I came out without a scratch and I'm told your back legs were shattered.">She takes out a long blade of grass and lights it with a match. You're about to call her retarded when you realize that it's burning differently.
"Can I have one?">She laughs.>"It's just grass, ya tard."
"Hey, if I'm a tard then you're a tard too. Maybe more so for smoking grass.">She giggles.>"Yeah, maybe. If we don't make it out I guess I'll tell you that I've always wanted another copy of me to talk to, somebody who can comfort me like no other, but you already knew that.">You smile.
"Knowing something and hearing it with your own ears are two very different things. Thank you.">"Okay, now you're just starting to get gay. Cut that shit out.">She says it with a chuckle though.>Twilight pops back up.>"Sorry, had to deal with some sort of electric rat. Which one of you is first?">Both of you point to the other.>...>"You fucking smoked Pikachu? Christ Twilight.">Her teeth are gritted.>"It. Was. Trying. To. Electrocute. Me."
"You're supposed to catch them, did you not get given any Pokeballs?">"What in the everliving fuck is a Pokeball?">Even the other Twilight is chuckling.>You're glad you sperged out about Pokemon to her that one time.>"Let's just start the hike.">...>You're shivering, and the wind cuts down to your bones.>There's no blizzard like in Ponyville here in the middle of the wilderness, but there's still steady snowfall and no trail.>You and Anon are probably the coldest, given your reduced fat reserves.>League notices this and pipes up.>"Twilight, why the heck didn't you just teleport us up to the top like last time?">Twilight's response comes out as a half-scream.>"Because, last time we tried that I nearly got killed, and you did.">Anon takes this to be the opportune moment to slip and fall, busting open a lip.>Despite everything else, you can still see her fighting back tears from the pain.>"OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT WHAT WE FUCKING HAVE HERE, THIS FUCKING CRIPPLE THOUGHT IT A GOOD IDEA TO GO ON A GODDAMNED HIKE THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS! JUST ANOTHER DAILY STROLL FOR THE ABLEISM SMASHER, HUH?">You offer her your hoof, which she takes with her good leg and stands back up quickly.>She's using her good leg to stop the bleeding, and you doubt she can succeed in much more than standing without it.>You walk over to Twilight and whisper a bit in her ear.>She nods and hoists the little filly up onto her back along with her saddlebags full of incendiaries and god knows what else.>"It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. You just want this all to be over, huh?">"Y-yes...">She strokes your new friend's mane lovingly.>"It will be soon, for better or for worse. Then we can all rest peacefully.">"B-but what if there isn't anything beyond the curtain of death?">Alicorn Twilight sighs and walks down to the rest of the stopped group.>"Little one, you are correct. Death is the final challenge, one which none may defeat. If you ever find yourself in its clutches, struggle with all of your might.">...>The view from up here is phenomenal.>No time to enjoy it though, before you can even get a second look everyone is being crammed into a tiny elevator car.>The ride down takes longer than you think it probably should, and you're beginning to suspect that someone didn't shower this morning.>Before you can chance a guess at who, the door opens.>It's carnage.>There are pony corpses strewn all over the floors, their blood running in rivers underneath the grates below.>Labcoats, janitorial garb...>Unicorns, earth ponies, pegasi...>All killed indiscriminately, but by what?>You can see Twilight test out her magic in the dark, the purple glow quickly fizzling out.>"Dammit. At least we expected that, everypony suit up, and quickly. Whatever did this might still be nearby.">Twilight gently sets down Anon, opening up her own saddlebags.>You hold out your right forehoof, allowing her to attach the single-hoof loader with a few knots.>It's a bit of effort, but you manage to load in a slug to replace the one you shot last night.>"Fun time last night?"
"League took me out to show off a bit. Have you seen her go with that bat?">"I haven't yet, but I'm excited too. You have such nice friends, Anonymous.">She ruffles your mane.
"S-stop, you're embarrassing me...">She chuckles.>You can see the Alicorn calling forth multiple very dangerous looking weapons from what you're guessing is the Equestrian magic system's equivalent of a Bag of Holding.>A silvery sword with very ornate runes carved into the hilt and blade.>A small set of armor which she actually takes over behind you and helps Anon put on.>The metal shrinks, and the filly looks a bit frightened until she realizes it's just fitting to her small stature.>The shield from before, which she passes off to your Twilight.>The straps lash out, binding the heavy thing to her foreleg.>It shrinks down to a walking size.>Clearly concerned with the shield being a bit small, Twilight lifts it up and finds that it extends about three feet in every direction when held upright.>"I never dreampt I would see one of the old arms, much less be asked to hold one in battle...">The Alicorn straps a scabbard to her side and sheaths the deadly looking sword from earlier.>Simply looking at that blade makes you hurt imagining what it could do.>You hold up your gun and with rear up on your hind legs, clicking off the safety.>League shakes her messy mane, her bat falling out onto the ground and quickly being scooped up by a hoof.>Her balance is a bit off, but so is yours.>At least you can use the leg with the loader attached.>Anon holds a pack of matches in her teeth, saddlebags open and rag-stopped bottles sloshing with unknown chemicals.>"Is everypony ready?">You all nod in silent agreement, pressing on into the darkened and bloody complex.
New Lovely hoers episode with filly in it, go check it out and give John Elway some love!
We need more christmas crinkle filly
>>254050>Be diaperfag filly.>It's Christmas.>The padding under your onesie is thoroughly soiled.>Twilight comes in and yells at you for being a pain in her ass and tells you to change yourself because she's busy trying to get all the other fillies up.>Cry.>You know you deserve this.
>>254042>Can't have desert if (you) don't finish dinner>Can't finish dinner if the greens aren't done
Get your update posted, assbutt.
It's typed up, but just for that you all have to wait~I actually need to give it a bit of editing work and the like later and I'm tired.
SLEEP TIGHT, PONER
Sleep Tight, Poner.
You're going about it all wrong, Anon! You need to add bold and underline, or else the incantation fails! This must be rectified.SLEEP TIGHT, PONER
>>254063>or else the incantation fails
>>254059SLEEP TIGHT, PONER
For a second you had my hopes up
YOU FORGOT THE UNDERLINE
Sheesh>>254059SLEEP TIGHT, PONER
>>254059SLEEP TIGHT, PONER
"Aw arn't you a cuti- wait..."
"Private Filly what is that hanging on your neck.">"I don't know...">"Sir!"
"Well let's take a closer look."
"What is that."
"What the fuck is that!">"It's a Griff pendant sir!"
"A Griff pendant..."
"Why do you have a Griff pendant private Filly.">"I was infiltrating the local Griff population sir!"
"Where's your battle buddy private Filly.">"In the cozy bed sir, she had a tummy ache... Sir!"
"Had a tummy ache hunh. Why didn't you get another battle buddy private Filly!">"I- well- I-"
"Spit it out private Filly!">"Following the General's orders sir!"
"I want a report on what is going on private Filly. Until I confirm what has gone on you are confined to the comfy pits where you are the designated qt3.14 private Filly.">"nnn-"
"I said do you understand Private Filly!">"Sir! Yes Sir!">>254083
"You did well Private. You've been scheduled for momfu leave.">"Sir!"
"Well?">"If like to stay with you Sir!"
"Aw come here."
Wait, what? Is he gonna do a video on our thread?
>Be Raven Inkwell, assistant extraordinaire.
>You were looking for Celestia, and a maid told you she was going to be bathing her adopted filly Anon.
>She was a sweet respectful little filly, you swear her smile could brighten up the room.
>Oh and those soft wings, you love that little filly!
>You approach the bathroom door and hear splashes of water.
>They must be playing, how sweet.
>You open the door and- OH FAUST!
>Celestia is standing over the tub holding a splashing Anon under the water.
>Princess or not you can't just standby!
"Celestia! What are you doing!?"
>Celestia looks to you in shock.
>"Inkwell! Help me wi-" But her loss in focus was enough for the filly to get the upper hoof.
>"GAAAAWOOOO!" The glowing red eyed filly roars out as she explodes out of the water latching onto the princess's face and dragging her under!
>You rush over and help pull her up.
>She sputters for a bit but you help hold the filly at bay.
>"Wash her- Cough-Wash her mane quick! That's all that's left!"
>Thirty minutes later.
>A fluffed up filly angrily trots out of the bathroom as you and Celestia who are thoroughly soaks slink behind.
Any faggot hurting filly deserves voodoo.
>>254101>A fluffed up filly angrily trots out
>>254042>The first enemies you encounter are golems, but League makes short work of them with her impressive speed.>Spit on their backs, and they crumble. A task that is trivial when you know what to look for.
"Is that all they've got for us?">"No.">You look down the hall to see something standing on two legs.>Everyone tenses up, getting ready for an intense encounter.>It comes barreling down the hallway.>You laugh when you see what it is.>A fucking gondola with a knife duct-taped to its side.>Twilight ruins the fun by cleaving the poor thing in two with her massive sword.
"Aww...">"Yeah, what a fucking killjoy.">"I... am I the only one seeing that these things are capable of killing us? It had a knife on it!"
"Britcuck.">You and Anon hoofbump.>Twilight groans and you press onward.>You don't encounter another enemy that you've seen before in this world.>Everything else is something you know, but only from on earth.>A fat man in a gimp suit drops from the ceiling.>On close inspection, the bright red latex is adorned with the pattern of a suit and there's a fluffy red hat on his head.>'Naughty.' is printed across his chest.>You let out another lengthy laugh, but this one proves to be dangerous.>The whip it wields cuts through the concrete walls, and you assume would do more of the same to your skin.>You cringe as the thing evades your first shot.>Your shot isn't off, but it fucking cuts it in two with its whip.>You see the two halves blow out chunks about fifty yards down the hall.
"Anon, can we get an area of effect on this thing?">She nods grimly, sliding out the pack of matches, and with a bit of flourish flipping the pack in the air to catch a match on her tongue.>Putting a hoof down on the pack that now rests on the ground, she strikes it and sets fire to one of the bottles.>The rag burns bright, and she chooses to grab it with a bit of that hoof magic you never quite got the hang of.>It flies high, falling down directly on fat Father Christmas's whip.>The bottle is cut in two, but the burning rag still ignites all of the fluid within.>The sounds of his screaming are haunting covered by that gimp mask, so you take the opportunity to silence them with a bullet to the skull.>Everyone steps back until the fire finally dies out a few minutes later.>Apparently there was no foresight to install a sprinkler system, but you're glad you aren't alerting whoever is running this to your presence just yet.>"We're close, I can feel it."
"I didn't think a mare of science would go off of gut feelings.">"Shut up. I'm talking about getting back to Sweetie's location, rescuing her is our first priority.">A bipedal figure of short stature drops from the air vents.>Two tufts of hair extending out at 45 degree angles.>You only know of this face from the history books.>A flurry of projectiles are all thrown in your direction.>Everybody hits the ground except for the unicorn, who holds up her shield.>The projectiles don't embed themselves into it, but bounce off onto the ground below.>You knew it.>Miniature stars of David.>Ann Frank is trying to murder you with ninja weapons.
"Will that force-field that comes up every time you get hit really hard come up here?">"I don't know, I've never tried it in an environment that forbids unicorn magic. The spell I used to setup-">She parries a few stars.>"-the field requires unicorn magic, but it might be innate.">She picks up what you're putting down, charging.>As her hooves beat the ground, you can see the blade in her mouth burst into flames.>"Be Celestia's mighty hoof, creature: come back to where you came from!">Ann lets out a scream as her legs are relieved of their torso.>From behind you, you hear Anon call out.>"Stand back.">A bottle flies high, landing on the twitching corpse and setting it ablaze.>Twilight gestures.>"Coordinates are more difficult without access to my automations, but this should be the hallway where we last saw her.">League speaks up.>"That door, certainly.">The door opens with no issues, and closes after you.>"Oh, m-my. Well, y-you're right in time for the show. S-sit back and grab some p-popcorn.">A unicorn mare steps out from behind a console.>And then, an earth pony mare.>Both of them look exactly like you and Anon, just older.>And more scarred, with...>Actual cutie-marks.>"This man right here, tell us your name.">"O-oriental.">"Full name, please.>"Oriental Blitz.">"He's been running a foal-testing initiative for the past fifteen years nearby. Well, after we kill him...">Oriental's head bursts into enough gibs to give Running With Scissors an orgasm.>"We're going to begin work on rehabilitation.">"Oriental! Oh my Celestia, what have they-">You can see the cold glare in that unicorn mare's eyes.>The same cold glare you've given Twilight before.>And you recognize that voice.
"You. You're the motherfucker that spoke out of that golem's speaker right after you crushed Peanut.">"G-golemancy is my expertise! I'm just a hired mercenary.">The unicorn smiles at you.>"You can have this one if you want."
"Could you hold her down for me?">"It would be my pleasure.">A magical field extends around the mare, constricting her painfully.>You pull a shard of crystal you've been saving out of your mane and stab it into her throat.>And again.>You continue to stab it deep in until you no longer hear her gurgling, and her eyes are vacant.>"Dear lord! Now that was a display, wasn't it Absinthia?">"I'll fucking say."
"Wait, were you the one I saw in my dream? The one who gave me the coordinates to this place?">"Correctamundo. The distress of a filly sends out magical resonant energy on a specific wavelength, as you can see on this chart.">She gestures to a chart that you don't understand.>Sure as hell doesn't use a format you know of.>"Your weren't supposed to be here though..."
"Why's that?">"Those monsters out there, they were meant for those two.">You look back, and see who she's pointing at.>Both Twilights.
"Oh, really the unicorn is great. The alicorn-">"Anon, I'm gonna assume your name is Anon."
"I've been going by Anonymous to dispel confusion since we have two Anons now.">"Right, Anonymous. I've killed hundreds of Twilight Sparkles. Alicorns, unicorns, even a few earth ponies. This isn't a rule with an exception, every last one of them was causing a filly some sort of horrible distress. She might seem fine now, but give her a few years and bam. Fucking hooks through your eyeballs.">"Anonymous, kill her.">"See? She knows the truth."
"That's the alicorn.">"Same difference. Well, do we have a deal or not?">You look back at Anon.>She shakes her head.>"Hurting someone for something they aren't guilty of is wrong. I think you two should leave.">For a split second, you can see the mask slip on the unicorn.>You can see the rage in her eyes, pure and primal. The disdain for all mares sharing the name Twilight Sparkle.>You know that something awful must have happened to her, and your friend just pushed her buttons to the limit.">But then, the mask flutters back down.>"Yeah, I'm gonna have to keep you little fillies out of the way for a few minutes. Wouldn't want you to get hurt, or god forbid get some blood on your coats.">Before you can blink, you've been teleported into a barred cage on the other side of the room.>You can see Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, both unconscious and tied to a large metal disk.>Metal clashes as magic meets sword.>kicks meet shield.>Absinthia and the unicorn mare fight with a unique ferocity.>Two mares so full of burning hatred that you can almost feel it boiling over and fueling every strike.>You know Twilight is no stranger to combat, but this isn't anything like either one of them have faced before.>They had their magic in every battle before, and now they're up against other ponies.>Other ponies that might be better than they are.>You check your hoof, your 870 is still attached.>You need a way to get out with a single shot.>Maybe...
"League, can you beat apart these bars in a single swing? Just one coming off should be enough to let us out.">"No, but I think I could beat open the door.">You and your double stand back as she winds up, and with a thwoom and a sickening squeak the metal lock bends to its breaking point.>With enough mobility to ensure that you won't get an undodgeable act of retaliation, you line up a shot in your ironsights with the unicorn mare's neck.>Breath.>Fire.>A spurt of blood tells you that your target has been met.>From the dying pony's horn, a field sprouts, covering Absinthia's quickly rushing body.>The two smile at each other.>And then, the earth pony nods gravely.>Field still burning bright, everything you have is not enough to stop the mare's slow approach toward the two fillies on the metal plate.>Twilight even fires off a bolt that punches a giant hole in the material beneath her, her magic seemingly back.>The mare is unfazed as she carries her friend.>And, as she bleeds out, hugs her tightly up against the metal plate.>Twilight shudders. You've never seen her like this in all of the time you've been with her.>She gallops up to the pair, blinding light erupting from her horn.>Your ears are ringing.>You've been thrown back fifteen feet to the opposite wall along with the rest of your party.>Everyone but Twilight.>She's holding steadfast, stood with a barrier holding back what resembles the sun itself.>"No... distance... escape... find... portal... or... all... records... perish.">Unicorn Twilight seems to get it, rushing over to a console.>"This is it! It's a veil-gate generator, we can use this to get out of here!"
"Is there any time to get anyone else? Is this whole world going to die?">"No... time... all... go...">Twilight hurriedly works to get the gateway operational, and you look back at Twilight.>Her horn is beginning to crack.>She doesn't have long now.>"Anonymous...">You wrap your forelegs around her, her entire body slightly cold.
>>254108>A tune starts to play in your head... https://youtu.be/Cg4CCy2kbuA
"Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed."
"Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend."
"Mother remember beng so stern with that girl who was with me?">You're crying at this point, full on sobbing, so you miss a few verses.
"So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten."
"Sons are like birds, flying upwards over the mountain.">You can see cracks forming in her horn, but you need to finish this.>You work at the verses, your heart ripping out of your chest.>Despite everything she's done to you, she cared for you.>Protected you.>And this final act of hers...>Proves that this entire time, she had nothing but your best intentions in mind.
"Mother, remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?"
"Blood on the floor, and fleas on their paws and you cried till the morning...">With the final two verses, you hug her with a vice-like grip. You know it'll be the last time you have the pleasure of feeling that soft alicorn fluff, downy and fuzzy at the same time.
"So may the sun-rise bring hope where it once was forgotten..."
"S-sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain...">A wing reaches down, stroking your face.>"Anon! We need to leave, now!">You look into her eyes, doused with tears and the biggest smile you've ever seen on a pony present on her face.>"T-thank you.">And with that, you let go and run as fast as you can into the gaping gateway.>Into the unknown.
And so, it ends.https://pastebin.com/sGSfXRXLhttps://pastebin.com/6nAS6Ldd
Tell me what you enjoyed the most, the least...
I enjoyed it the most when you stuck around and kept going despite your own misgivings and I liked it the least when you gave in to them. Good job man, you finished a story. Be more proud than that!
It was a ride.>The most
It was a ride.
Excellent job Lone. I'll always want a sequel, and this is a good catharsis as it already is. Thank you for bringing us on this ride.>>254111>>254113
What these anons said.
As I'm a glutton for content what are your thoughts on your green?
no, do not free it! it needs to be squashed for its insolence, to feel its own life be taken from it as the poor soul holding it had to feel their hands' cleanliness be taken by that blasphemous bottled beverage!
Thank you. Filly is for care.
Now that it'a done I'll save it into a text file and read it at my liesure.
X-Men age of Autism part 2 when?
If Anon got turned into a young filly, does that mean Anonfilly now has to experience the pain of losing her baby teeth again?
>>254146>experiencing female puberty as a grown man
Honestly underrated TG/AR plot tbh.
Not sure how female puberty relates to kids losing their baby teeth, but whatever.
>"Anon, can I sit in your lap?"
>Oh god oh fuck it's a filly.
>They climb up into your lap and settle down,and you idly give them ear scritches
>Don't get a boner
>Don't get a boner.
>Don't get a-
>"Anon, what's this thing poking into me? Do you have a flashlight in your pocket?"
"Okay, lap time over... S-see you later!"
>>254117>Thank you for bringing us on this ride.
Please lift your forehooves and allow the bar to fully open before exiting the car.>I'll always want a sequelR-ree, not right now. Maybe. I'm still not entirely sure if/when I'll want to do that.>what are your thoughts on your green
Pretty much what >>254112
said, kek. Though the perspective of a roller coaster engineer is slightly different. I enjoyed writing it, but all of the different elements could get a bit difficult to juggle at times. I'll be taking it easy for a bit on writing longer-form stories.>>254129
Thanks mate. Tell me what you think when you do.>>254131
Here's my paypal. Send a few bucks my way and I'll consider it: https://tinyurl.com/GimmeMoneyGoyim
Since I'm trying to relax for a bit, I'm going to post a few concept greens I lined out over the last few weeks. Whichever one gets more (You)s will get continued and the other one will probably never see the light of day again, so be careful...
I swear if one of you fuckers evens them out...
>You set down the book.
>You feel conflicted.
>On one hand, you were saving it for a special ocassion. The last piece of human work you would ever see.
>On the other, always having something left to look forward to could keep you afloat in dark times.
>You close the pages on the characters you’ve come to love forever, and get up out of your tiny cot in the circular room.
>The ladders are difficult with hooves, but you’ve gotten more than used to them over the months you’ve been working here.
>First order of business is breakfast.
>You suppose for most it would be dinner, but your purpose becomes most important when the sun sets.
>You crack an egg in the unwashed pan and begin to scramble it with a fork.
>Your mane is tied back of course, wouldn’t want to have to wash egg out of it.
>After finishing your task, you drop the empty carton into an enchanted basket.
>A pegasus will deliver another one soon.
>Finishing the egg, you set the pan and the plate in the ‘to be washed’ sink.
>Time for your favorite part.
>You grab a fresh jerry can from under the sink in your teeth and ascend the ladder.
>Passing the small quarters, the even smaller library...
>And making your way to the top of the structure.
>You brace yourself as you open the hatch.
>The top floor is open-air, after all.
>You pour the entire jerry can into the hopper, watching as the reservoir fills with thick, amber-colored oil.
>You turn the crank with all your might, until you finally hear the spark.
>The light, blinding at first but now only a warm glow, bursts into being and reflects off of the massive mirror.
>With some difficulty, you flip a lever and the motor begins to hum with life, rotating the light and illuminating your piece of the ocean, free from any other ponies that might impede you.
>The wind is strong tonight, so you sit down in the cheap lawn chair you found washed up here last week.
>And watch as your shift begins.
>Your vehicle steams.
>You're pretty sure half of the sounds it's making aren't supposed to ever come out of a car.
>But yet, here you are.
>You still remember the day you were approached at your dead-end desk job and time froze.
>His hair was long, and his face scraped and scarred.
>He said you could have anything you wanted, you only needed to fuck up some other people while driving your old car.
>You wrote down your conditions then and there, being very meticulous to avoid any loopholes he could take.
>You know his type. Leprechauns, fae, the type of beings that will twist your wishes and make them nightmares.
>You triple-checked the contract for any abusable wordplay, and then stamped it.
>The two of you shook then and there, and you resigned your shitty job by throwing that fat fucking dyke that had made your life hell out the window onto the pavement four stories below.
>The battle was hard-fought.
>Inside some vehicles, you could see people.
>Some of them like you, scared but determined to achieve their ultimate prize.
>Others were warped facsimiles of humanity, their expressions off.
>Those ones were the most dangerous.
>But, one after the other, they all fell before your V70 Volvo with a mounted six-barrel rotary machine gun.
>It helped that you were an engineer by trade, the only issue beyond the time sink needed to build your more exotic weapons was the lack of the plans.
>A few more dead bodies on the pile and you had them.
>The police were on your ass of course, but if you couldn't take out a few cops then there was no way you'd be able to win the man's contest.
>Your preparations paid off. After the slithering of the massive twisting metallic serpent stopped, your PDA beeped with a set of coordinates.
>Driving to them over the course of several days wasn't easy. There were more than just police on your tail now.
>But it wouldn't matter soon...
>The forest was dark when you crashed through the rusty metal chains that were supposed to keep vehicles out.
>Something told you this psychological effect was intentional, a stronghold beneath the guise of a house of cards.
>But you're getting ahead of yourself.
>Your PDA beeps once more and your vehicle begins to sink.
>This is it.
>For the first time in years, you feel a smile growing on your face.
>It's finally going to happen.
>You get out of your car, giving her scratched paintjob one last tender stroke before you close the door on her forever.
>She's served you well, after all.
>"Anonymous! Excellent driving out there. Not the best I've seen of course, but certainly winning contestant material. And speaking of your victory..."
"I believe my conditions are written on the contract you gave me."
>"Indeed they are. Quite a strange request, but I'm not the sort to judge."
>"You wished... to be a small filly based off of the common features of one in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, with a loving mother to care for you?"
"That is correct."
>"Anonymous, your wish..."
>There's a feeling, sort of a popping.
>You look up and see that the man is far taller than you are.
>You look down.
>The fucker was actually able to do it.
>Your tiny form is decidedly equine, but not in a realistic manner. Your limbs are thick and a bit pudgy, your coat clearly a substance more akin to fur than horse hair...
"Oh, my. Mr..."
>"It's not important yet."
"I can't thank you enough."
>"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Are you ready to meet your mother?"
"Yes, I'm sure-"
>"Moooommy! More tendies!"
>A woman who looks to be in her mid-forties trudges down the stairs towards you.
>"Oh, those stimulants must be doing more than I thought... are you one of those ponies Jeremy is always talking about? He's such a sweet boy..."
>You give the man a death glare.
"What the fuck did you do?"
>The man turns back his head and laughs.
>"Only exactly what you asked me to. As far as mothers go, you won't find any more loving than this one."
>"Well, I do try my best."
>"Your roommate on the other hand..."
>The basement door on the left opens up to reveal at least 300 pounds of man.
>"Oh my god! An anonfilly! A real one! I just finished fapping to your tag on derpibooru!"
>"I am Calypso, and I thank you for playing!"
Take some time for yourself you deserve it.>>254161
Really want to know what happens.>>254162
Everything was going so right until the punchline. Well done. Not sure how much further that could be taken.>Spoiler
Voting for pirate Filly. >>254161
I mean it's not necessarily female puberty there but the general "growing up with an adult mindset/memories" thing I enjoy reading.
Celestia is pleased.
This looks like Celestia is looking on with mirth as my house is burned down.I can relate.
Lighthouse Filly interests me more of the two. I don't know where you could go with Fapbait Filly, which could make it very interesting...but I'm not interested in the subject.
Oh no! Now you'll have no choice to accept her offer to move in with her. Or else who knows what other misfortunes might arise?
Well now I just have to even them out
You will never cum in nugget
It deserves a big green.
Don't those values mean that the Jiggly Puff is almost dead?
Time to meme Anon Filly into Smash Bros.>>254221
Yep unless a percentage sign is missing, the Anon Filly player must have missed the Puff Filly meta back in the good ol' days. Back when Reee could be spammed into a kill-confirm combo. It could be the Filly player is leading the Puff into the momfu rape dungeon for the funny defeat animation.
Oh my fucking god
He's never played Smash
>>254198>what other misfortunes>implying that the arson would be unfortunate
My highly refined political commentary for the night.
That's some cutting
>>254221>He's never played smash bros>>254225
What happens if the fillylord does the Gaylord Sword Dance though? Will fillies come out from the ground below the cursed unfilly'd to boop and/or lick him?
She's really on the bleeding edge
of political discourse
Filly goes on an adventure with other fillies
Luftkrieg, no! You shouldn't befriend animals in the woods like that. Who knows what kind of disease that zigger has.
It’s Zala, she’s a good little Zeeb who dindu nuffin. She just wants to be a pony
This. She knows zigger culture is trash and has effectively abdicated to pony-lands. Her greatest aspiration is that her grand-foals will have no stripes.
>>254028>Just sitting there listening and watching intently>These ponies are whom the entirety of the world ought to look up to.>They were talking honestly all you could feel was dread>Why would you feel dread in the first place though?>As a fellow pony they should just-!>"... Fraulein Anon? Fraulein? Anon. Anon!"
"Hunh? Ow. Why am I on the floor?">Actually why did you think of these good folk as strange or creepy...>They help you get to your fee- hooves.>Aryanne has always helped you no matter if you were human or pony.>It runs in the family, too.>"Anon I am getting ze doctor-"
"No, wait maybe. I've been having strange thoughts since we headed here.">You still feel dazed and so open. They could read you a couple miles away.>Gently Aryanne's great grandfather asked>"Vhat thoughts were they? You can whispering my ear.">You told him everything>Feeling the stallion shake with every word tears ripped down your face onto his shoulder.>"We headings to head doctor. Herr Princess will do somethings about zem. Ze light shines und ze evil ist shone.">In an almost inaudible voice>"Und ve vill take ze fight to zem. Zis has gone too longs.">Walking out one of them lay unconscious.
"Aryanne remember that twitchy griff that bumped into us? Is it that griff?">A guard is running towards us with a completely fucked up gallop.>"Hold it! You all are under arrest for assaulting a valued member of society!">"Ve hace not, und where ist your badge herr guard?">"Ah... You are all under arrest!">Ponies started watching the commotion.
"But royal guards don't have a helm that covers the whole head, especially the face...">"I, I, under arrest!">"Assualting valued member you anti-">Every>Single>Time>Be Princess Twilight Sparkle>Ahhh turning Anonymous into a filly truely was one of your better decisions.>Considering the fact Anon is completely out of your mane nothing could possibly go-
*Ker-thump*>Out of the window Princess Luna hit the glass>"Twilight! Come out and fix your problem!""
"Oh sweet Celestia Canterlot is on fire."
>Year 3 and change in Equestria.
>Anon had managed to get his feet under him after being thrown into an entirely different world.
>He had been working at Sweet Apple Acres for at least two and a half of those years.
>He was used to heavy, physical labor from his prior life.
>Stretching up, he winced as he felt a couple of pops.
>Following the long shadows, the tall figure squinted at the setting sun before turning to the orange pony a few trees down.
"Hey, AJ! Sun's heading down. Think I'll call it a day and head home, all right?"
>Applejack nodded for a moment before her head snapped up, then toward the sunset as well.
>"Uh... good work t'day, Anon."
>She shuffled in place for a moment before nodding.
>"Want t' grab a bite to eat before y' go? Granny should be done with dinner bah now."
>Her green eyes shone as she smiled widely.
"Oof. Tempting. Tempting. If I did that, I'd probably stuff myself until it'd be a struggle to get home before passing out. I know what a mean cook every one of you apples are."
>She gave an earthy chuckle and rubbed one foreleg with the other.
>"Well... we'd be more'n happy ta put y' up fer the night. Y'all're practically family."
>With a grin of his own, he ruffled the mare's hat on her head.
"Tell you what. Let's compromise. A sandwich for the road?"
>Her face scrunched at the mistreatment of her headwear, then gave a small sigh and a smile.
>"All right, all right. C'mon. Ah'll treat y' right up."
>In moments, He was standing at the door of the Apple family's home with a sandwich in hand that would make a fast food chain jealous.
>Applejack smiled up at me, leaning against the doorframe.
>"Y'all c'n still stay the night if y'like."
"I appreciate the offer, but I've still got to take care of a few things at home."
>"Ah unnerstand. See y'tomorrow?"
>"Anon, ah made a few too many fritters. Here. Have a couple."
"There's no such thing as 'too many fritters'. Thanks, AJ."
>She gave a chuckle and looked away as Anon fished out one of the baked treats from the basket she'd passed him and practically inhaled half of it.
"Sho waff on the agenda today?"
>"Well, we were gonna work in th' west field t'day, but Twahlaht's doin' summ'n and asked us t'help."
>Finishing off the fritter, the human raised a brow.
"Can't she lift like... your entire house if she wanted?"
>"Prob'ly. She said she'd be havin' t' focus, though, so needed somepony t' help move somethin' heavy while she's doin' it."
>With a shrug and a nod, the two headed down the road.
>Machinery whirred just barely over Anonymous's head.
>Twilight had rattled off some convoluted explanation of what she was doing, but it had gone in one ear and out the other.
>Apparently, Applejack was going to be throwing switches and pushing buttons.
>You were going to be pushing some sort of giant crystal into the target area using some sort of cart.
>Twi was going to be providing the power, taking notes, and also pushing buttons.
>"Time is 14:23. Let's begin. Arcanoresonators operating nominally. ... Thaumograph is properly recording at initial feed rate of 25 centimeters per second. Background magical field is reading at seventy-two to eighty-four thaums. Initiating Twinkle Memory's Cascading Beam."
>The machinery above began sparking and arcing before a beam connected from the center of the whirling and needlessly pointy bits to similarly pointy bits below.
>"Everything is holding steady. Okay, Anon. Whenever you're ready."
"You sure this is safe, purple?"
>"You're perfectly fine. Everything is operating in acceptable parameters. Even if anything did happen, we're right here."
>It wasn't completely reassuring, but it was enough to at least get him to do the job.
>With a shake of his head, he turned to the cart.
>With a steady shove, he pushed the crystal into the target area.
>The world tasted green as a sound similar to static could be heard.
>"Anon! Get away from the beam!"
>"Shutting down! Attempting shutting down! It's not... It's not..! It's not shutting down! It's not-!"
>There were screams, and the world exploded.
>The two ponies coughed from all the dust in the air as Twilight dropped her shield.
>"Anon! Y'all okay?"
>The two hastily scrambled over to the rubble, tossing it aside piece by piece.
>Eventually, they uncovered a bit of green, and with a final push, uncovered a slightly scorched filly.
>>254278>Applejack and Twilight sat outside the room in the Ponyville hospital that the filly had been taken to.>"There's no doubt about it. In the magic surge that happened... somehow, Anon got turned into that filly. His harmonic signature is the same, but... there's so much thaumic contamination that...">The orange pony calmly looked over to her friend.>"Y'all are gonna fix 'im, raht?">"Well... Things have warped Anon so much that--">Twilight gets cut off by an orange hoof going to her shoulder.>"Y'all are gonna fix 'im, raht?">The way it was stated didn't sound like a question at all.>"A... Applejack, you're hurting me.">A bit more pressure, and the farmer was over the overturned unicorn.>"Ah cain't be bringin' a mare home lahk that, Twi. Never mahnd a filly. Ah was... He was... Ah'm sure there was sumthin' there. Y'gots t'fix him. Now, yer like fam'ly, but that jus' means ah ain't above draggin' ya behind th' barn 'n' whippin th' fire outta ya. Y'gots t' fix 'im, Twi. Y'gots tuh.">Twilight looked uncertain at her situation, but eventually even her socially isolated brain started putting two and two together.>She wrapped her hooves around her friend in a comforting hug.>"...It will be okay, Applejack. I'll try what I can, but Anon might need somewhere to stay for a while to figure things out.">Anon's eyes opened, squinting at the ceiling tiles.>He lay there for a moment or two as consciousness returned.>Something seemed... different. He wasn't sure how.>And then... it dawned on him.>He felt great.>No pain.>That aching spot on his leg that never seemed to go away? The spot along his spine that complained all the time? The ever-present soreness in his shoulders?>All of it. GONE.>... What the hell had happened?
"... Am I dead?">That voice wasn't right.>Sitting up, he raised a hand to see if he could spot that scar he'd gotten after accidentally tapping a grinding wheel that one time, only to find that it wasn't even a hand.>Panic started to set in, and with a scramble, the covers on him were pushed off to reveal the body of a small, green filly.>That was the last straw, and with a scream that wasn't his own, he patted himself all over where he could reach as if it would do anything.>With the clatter of hooves, Applejack and Twilight rushed into the hospital room.>"You're awake!">Soon, Anon was wrapped in the unnaturally large hooves of his friends.>A little odd, but it was comforting to have familiar faces in some way.>After a bit of time, the panic drifted away like an untethered and forgotten boat.
"What happened?">Twilight shifted a bit in the hug before pulling back.>"There was," she began. "There was a bit of an accident. When you were helping with that experiment, there was a massive magical surge induced that you took the brunt of.">More shifting.>"There were changes. Extensive changes. You're lucky to be alive."
"I'm... Am I a pony? It seems like I'm a pony.">She gave a little nod.>"Yes. By all appearances, you're a young earth pony filly. ... The hospital wants you to be released into somepony else's care."
"I'll be fine by myself.">"Now, sugarcube, we all need help now'n then. T'aint no shame in it. Ah cain't even imagine what ya might run into, but... yer practically family. Ah know y' c'n be stubborn as th' last apple of th' harvest, but ah don't want ya accidentally hurtin' yerself with nopony around.">The filly frowned before letting out a sigh and slumping a bit.
"...fine. No fair, using that horse sense of yours again.">AJ chuckled and ruffled the filly's dark mane.>"Good hearin' it. Now... y'all c'n stay with us apples as long as y' need."
"So... would I have to call myself something like 'green apple' or something to keep it on the sly?">"Pff. Naw. Why would we need ta lie 'bout who you are? Things happen. Ah'm sure ponies'd unnerstand."
"Guess that's a relief, at least."
Had an urge to give applehoers some love. So many red squiggly lines when trying to mimic her accent. Hope you liked.
No. Just fucking no.
Just keeping her part of the deal
I want a comfy Aryanne momfu story...
Background poner almost had it all then Purplesmort happened. Excellent work.
I don't recall if there was an Anonfilly story about coming into the world of Equestria via all natural means.
Only reason for ghis odd thought here is what if Anonymous and Appuljacked through the power of love and the horizontal tango had foals of their own. One of them being Anonfilly. Her first words are "Sup faggot."
Checking that 88 for a comfy Aryanne momfu story.
Thanks faggot, a comfy read indeed. I don't suppose you want to continue it?
SLEEP TIGHT, PONER
>>254059SLEEP TIGHT, PONER
>>254293SLEEP TIGHT, PONER
>>254273>*Ker-thump*>>Out of the window Princess Luna hit the glass>>"Twilight! Come out and fix your problem!"
Maybe. Suppose it could be taken a few places, but given my track record for putting out timely updates, I'd not hold my breath for too long.
Glad that you and>>254289
Well, that is pretty honorary.
Aw just look at 'em.>>254248kek>>254250>>254259
You can take the Zebra out of zigger culture, but a zigger never leaves.>>254309
Aye, to have the inner strength and possibly genetics
to deny the call of the dindu kangs is very respectable.>Be Anonymous>"Aw sheeit zigger the popo comin'">You are a filly.
"I'll stay an' keep watch.">A zebra filly.
"Mah zigga.">So you wait for the Equestrian police to come near.>Taking a look subduing you finally see them come into view.>This is going to be the biggest crime bust in the history of Equestria.
"Agent Monkey Man reporting for duty.">"Really cheif this is our informant a little zigger?"
"That's agent zigger to you pal, unless you want to contradict the Princesses...">This job really isn't all that different from what you used to do.>"Deputy Brick we will be having words later. Agent Monkey Man what's the intel.">You suppose monitoring those horse fuckers really paid off.>If only you had found them sooner you could have done more.>Be pic related.
>Be Anon, the man turned filly.
>It's a warm summery day and you're humming a tune to yourself as you trot along the dirt pathway out to your new friend's house.
>You're genuinely happy about one of your friends for once, Careful Twine may not have been one of the foals Twilight pushed you into a playdate with, but she was alright with you visiting her all the same.
>"Now Anon, I need you to be nice. If you're served something and it isn't tendies or macaroni, at least try it before you say you don't like it."
>"That's my good little filly."
>She ruffles your mane.
>You always pretend to hate it, but secretly you think it feels really nice.
>The two of you share a slight chuckle as she picks up the knocker and does a 'shave and a haircut.'
>You're glad some of the films are the same here.
>A tan mare with a red mane opens the door.
>"Oh, I had no idea Twine's little playmate was the Princess's daughter! Please, come on in Ms. Sparkle. Would you like a cup of tea?"
>"Well if you're offering I wouldn't be the type to turn it down."
>As the two mares chat, you see a shy face poking out from behind the mare's leg.
>She also has a red mane, but fuzzy pink fur, and shy blue eyes.
"Hey Twine, what do ya wanna play?"
>"How about 'Appleoosans and Buffalo?'"
"Sounds fun to me!"
>The two of you run off to grab some toy guns before heading outside.
>Wildflower is a lot of fun, you might invite her to one of your book club meetings soon.
>Oh who are you kidding, she'll decline just like all the rest.
>Still worth a shot.
>"I'm so glad Anon was able to break the ice with Twine, she hasn't opened up to anypony but me after her last foster home..."
"You adopted her? She's the spitting image of you."
>"Yeah, my husband and I have been trying for ages, but we recently found out he's sterile."
"Ah, that's a shame... she’s cute though!
>“It’s amazing we found such a wonderful little filly to be a part of our family. Twine has made our lives truly blessed.”
“Where did you adopt her from?”
>“Oh... um... just a... normal adoption agency. You probably haven’t heard of it.”
“I might have, you know, I adopted mine too."
>"So that would explain the green coat and black mane! I didn't want to be rude and ask..."
"No worries, most ponies don't. But yeah, my little bundle of joy has been in my care almost six years now. I adopted her when she was just a little foal."
>"She must've been adorable back then!"
>You unzip your purse, grinning.
"Still is, but I have pictures!"
>You and Twine are absolutely wiped out.
>You barely even notice the horrible chill that goes through you
>As though somepony somewhere was humiliating you right this very moment.
>You lie down in a pile of leaves next to her, the both of you giggling softly.
>Twine starts swishing her lush red tail, and she stands up, looking at it critically as she wiggles her tush.
>Then she blushes at you watching her in amusement.
>"Aha- Anon, I'm sorry."
"Heh- what for? You've done the best Chief Firewater impression I've ever heard, you're a crackshot with that plastic bow, and you kicked my butt! Don't be sorry for being a worthy adversary."
>She beams with pride, but then her expression falls.
>"No, I'm not sorry about that... I..."
"Twine, you can tell me anything. I can keep a secret better than anypony in this town."
>"No, it's silly. You'll laugh..."
>You put a foreleg around her whither.
"I promise I won't. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."
>"O-okay... I... I really want a baby Anon."
>You daww a bit internally, but keep your mouth shut. You don't want to upset your new friend.
"There's nothing wrong with that, I'm sure you'll make a great parent. In fact, if you want our next game to involve babies, that's alright."
>"R-really? You're on board?"
"Of course, Twine. You're my best and only friend."
>"A-alright, here goes nothing..."
>You watch in confusion as her face visibly reddens.
>Is she trying to poop?
>Soon your confusion turns to horror as her tail starts to flow like a liquid
>A look of relief crosses her face as her tail elongates and thickens into a fleshy mass with a pattern of ridges alongside it
>"T-this is my first time, I'm sorry if I do it wrong..."
“What are you doing?!”
>She looks at you in confusion
>“I’m having a baby, Anon!”
“Your tail is a baby?”
>“No it’s... nnh it’s about to...
>Her eyes go distant as her tail splits into writhing tentacles.
>“It’s to put my baby into you.”
>She’s looking at you now, braced on her forehooves, her entire lower body a mass of fleshy tendrils.
“Y-you can’t put it into me!”
>“What? No, you have a place to put it, a baby place! I saw you did!”
“Fuck no, what the hell are you? Stay away from me!”
>You nope the fuck out of there.
>You don’t nope the fuck out of there?
>Her ropey tendril grabbed your leg. The ridges catch you firmly as it wraps around it.
>Twine looks scared?
>“Sorry, Anon. I didn’t think I would want it this much! Please, don’t... don’t run!”
>Another tentacle grabs your other leg, and the filly’s writhing lower half is easily strong enough to lift you up into the air.
>Two more tendrils get your front legs, lifting you up to hang there, staring at your own crotch
>The lower ones stretch your legs wide, and if not for your terrified tail covering your ass...
>Twine is lifting herself up by her tentacles now, so her pony upper body can lovingly cradle one of them against her cheek.
>A big thick one with a round tip.
>“This one puts the baby in. It needs to...”
>Her expression grows anxious as the whole thing pulses and the tip just stretches open, oozing forth some kind of ichor that drips down the fur of her cheek and chest.
>“It needs to go inside you. N-now!”
“Fuck you, Twine! You can’t... do this! I–I’ll tell on you!”
>She looks so heartbroken, you just can’t keep the fury in your voice.
>“I’m sorry, Anon. W-which hole is the one for babies?"
>Her tentacle leaves her cradling embrace and prods at your groin like a fucking gigantic dick.
>A tendril grabs your tail, and pulls it underneath you, exposing your soft green round belly where she can see the entrance there to that quivering passage you’ve been trying to ignore since Twilight “accidentally” turned you female.
>You're terrified, but even more terrified about what she might do to you if she picks the wrong hole.
>How is your friend this... this monster?
>How is she still Twine, looking at you nervously, while her reproductive tentacle writhes against your ass?
"T-the bottom one."
>She looks like you just gave her the best ice cream of her entire life, hopeful excitement filling her face as her tentacles hold your pelvis in front of her
>Staring at it ardently, she mumbles excitedly
>“It needs to it—it needs to go in...”
>Then she shoves that big tentacle hard into your anus
>You cry out in pain as your tight sphincter is all at once pushed apart beyond its capacity.
>“Y-y-you said the bottom one!”
>You are being held upside down.
“Not your bottom. My bottom!”
>Twine is panting, her warm upper torso distractedly hugging against yours now, not nearly as powerfully as her tentacles grip your legs.
>“It feels so... so hot and... and you’re sure it’s not...”
>Her fucking tentacle penis is pumping some sort of slimy goo up your ass!
“Absolutely sure! I’m fucking bleeding! You—”
>Hard to continue berating her, when you have to cry out again as she yanks the tentacle out of your bleeding anus.
>She looks so worried for you, but with a hunger in her eyes.
>“Oh no oh no I’m sorry I... I feel the baby coming! I still need to—!”
>Your struggles against her tentacles are in vain as you feel the big one prod your foal hole
“It’s got shit on it! You can’t put it in myYYY”
>The tentacle plunges into your vagina.
>Despite yourself, you find yourself moaning in pleasure as the hundreds of tiny ridges stimulate you.
>You really hope it doesn’t have shit on it.
>She’s let loose of you with her forelegs, the pregnant looking half of a filly just hanging there with a distant expression of bliss.
>“Oh Anon you’re right this feels so much better!”
>That would almost be sweet if she weren't raping you currently.
>Her belly is noticeably swelling now, right were her mass of tentacles begins.
“The f-fuck is that...”
“You’re belly is fucking...”
>She looks down at herself in wonder.
>“It’s my baby!”
>She’s really into it now, eyes rolling back as she sort of hunches forward, her belly growing huge and gravid as she does.
>She squeezes her forelegs around it, and it kind of lurches down under them, sliding into the thick tentacle at the center of her grasping tendrils.
>Twine sags there for a moment, breathing hard.
>Even her tentacle stops fucking you.
“Hey Twine... you alright?”
>You don’t even know what the hell you’re saying anymore.
>“I never felt that before, Anon. It was just growing in me!”
>You look up at that fat tendril fucking penetrating you
>All the way up to the huge lump that she just somehow produced, her tentacle bulging around it.
>It's truly massive, you have no idea how it'll fit.
>She shoves her tentacle painfully into your pussy again, digging into you as it rubs in and out.
>“You feel even better than I thought. Why are you so hot in there? It’s... it’s tingling and I wanna push into you.”
“Twine, you can’t...”
>You have to gasp as your treacherous body responds to her invasion, clenching around her.
>Twine instantly blushes at that.
>“You... you squeezed me so tightly! I didn’t know you could squeeze in there. Having a baby is so amazing!”
“This is not how you have a baby!!”
>“Yes it is. Just let me...I
>Twine looks distracted.
>“Wow, I... I feel funny.”
>Her tentacle stops moving in you at all, latching on inside very unpleasantly, and just pulsating
>Not thrusting, but a rhythmic flexing motion, stronger and stronger
>And the object starts moving down the length of her rippling tentacle around it.
>“I have to...”
>Sweat trickles down the brow of the panting half of a filly.
>Why the fuck are you just hanging there panting with her...
“Twine, if you’re at all my friend, you have to...”
>You can’t tell her to stop.
>She looks at you so soulfully. Is that just mimicry to fool your senses?
“If it was smaller, I could...”
>Now you’re crying? Your heart’s hammering in your chest, your legs spread as her tentacle ripples all the way in. You’re about to orgasm, and crying that you can’t take that whole egg.
>The object reaches your foal hole
>It is in a similar shape as an egg, so it stretches you open slowly at first, making you whine in confused satisfaction
>that aching emptiness in you filling with what it hungers for.
“S-so far so good, right?
>“You’re pushing b-back. I can feel you pushing back!”
“‘Cause it won’t fit, numbnuts.”
>“No it’s... it’s making me... unh nh hn hn...”
>Her main tentacle is going nuts, every ounce of resistance your body gives making it pulse from her torso to the egg stuffed up against and partially in your crotch. Stronger every time.
“Twine! It can’t—go in! Stop fucking—!”
>“I can’t... it’s... you keep pushing back hnh...”
>On the cusp of your orgasm, sharp pains tear all around the egg, worse with every shove
“Twine, it hurts!!”
>She’s staring at your crotch with adamant desperation, as if she could avoid injuring you by being precise about it.
>“Let it... in. It’s... just need to... get it in... so close unh yesss, more, more, more!”
>Your eyes widen, as it's clear that something has to give, and it’s not gonna be the egg.
>Your cunt flexes against its intruder to no avail.
>Twine meets your eyes with a desperate fury.
>“Let it.... INNN!”
>You cry out in pain and pleasure as your strained folds feel like they’re tearing like paper.
>The tentacle pushes its baby through your entrance, and you can’t stop it
>Your torso is distorting around it despite the pain, and you can’t stop doing it.
>It’s past your entrance, sliding thickly into your insides that... holy shit.
>Your first orgasm? You can’t tell! Your whole... passage is just going nuts, because there is an EGG inside it!
>Twine... looks? Like she’s orgasming?
>Hanging limp again, breathing hard, staring at your groin with half lidded eyes
>All you can give a fuck about is your pelvis exploding from the inside
>Distending grossly as you wrap around the egg sliding inside you
>No more sharp pains just absolute mind blowing white hot explosions with every flex of that tentacle.
>Your legs are jerking, your whole body thrashing to no avail.
>Her tentacle flexes with such determination, a muscular tube that forces Twine’s baby into you
>You didn’t even know you had the muscles you’re struggling to push it out with
>Why does it feel so good when it gets shoved in, instead?!
>Abruptly you can’t struggle anymore.
>Her egg slips past your convulsing passage and sinks into a ...quiescent place inside you.
>You look down at the bulge in your abdomen in shock.
>The pulsing ceases.
>Twine recovers enough to look at the bulge in your abdomen in love and amazement.
>She gently touches it with a forehoof.
“F-fuck, Twine... what...”
>She starts crying now
>“I’m sorry, Anon! I didn’t know it would... I didn’t even care! I-I-I’m a...”
>The tentacle monster who raped you is holding you in the air restricting your arms and legs so she can bawl against your chest.
>You can’t exactly pat her awkwardly on the back, but she calms down eventually.
“I don’t get it. You got your... baby in me, so what’s the problem?”
>“I didn’t think it would hurt you!”
>Twine lifts off your chest, biting her lower lip guiltily. Her tentacle pulses inside you again.
>Pumping some more fluid into you
>You don’t even try to stop it at this point.
>She pulls out of you with envious ease, continuing to spurt her tentacle goo all over your crotch.
>“These fluids should fix you up nicely.”
“How do you know?”
>“I don’t know. They just... will.”
>She lowers you to the ground.
>You just lie there as her tentacles release you.
>You’re not sure if you can even stand.
>Twine clops down on her forehooves, with that adorably awkward smile.
>“I’m so happy you were willing to let me have a baby, Anon! Even if I... did it wrong.”
>You touch your swollen belly. It feels... full. Below your belly feels full. Having a womb is weird enough, much less having it stuffed full of Twine’s baby.
>You stand up. It feels heavy between your hind legs.
“What’s gonna happen to me, Twine?”
>“I don’t know.”
“Is your baby gonna kill me, coming out?”
>“I–I don’t know.”
“What are you, even?!”
>“...I don’t know.”
>Twine’s hind legs emerge stickily as her tendrils twine around her main tentacle, sprouting red hairs all over as it shrinks down into just being the tail of an ordinary filly again.”
>She shakes it out unsurely, but then turns to you with such worry on her face.
>“A-are you gonna tell on me?”
“...do your parents know?”
>“I don’t know. I don’t think so. I never thought to tell them.”
“Your baby’s gonna grow, isn’t it?”
>“I–I think so.”
“I’m not gonna be able to hide it if it gets much bigger.”
“Until then, I... guess you’re off the hook.”
“But if it kills me, I am going to fucking haunt you.”
>“Like a ghost?!”
“...yes, like a ghost.”
>Twine thinks fiercely, but seems unsure of her conclusions.
>“I could put more fluids in you if my baby starts hurting you. But I don’t know what else to do.”
“Sure, that’d be... pretty awesome, I guess.”
>“You wanna play mommies and daddies?”
>“You can be the mommy and I’ll be the daddy. And we can pretend my baby is coming out!”
“Is that gonna involve more of your fluids?”
>You spend the rest of the day in a daze, barely even noticing when Twilight comes to take you home; promising Twine and her mother that you'll be back to play soon.
>You're given a bath and tucked in, but after you're sure everyone in the castle is asleep you go into the bathroom and light a lantern.
>Your ponut and foal hole are completely healed at this point, the only remaining evidence of your encounter with Twine being the sizable bulge in your belly.
>You’re pretty sure it's gotten bigger.
>You don't know what will happen when it hatches, or matures, but you don't think you want to.
>Twine didn’t know if you’d survive the birth.
>You don’t wanna be a mom.
>You climb back into your bed, but no sleep comes.
>>254325>>254326>>254327>Rolls d100 for >rape>it's for the long odds
Natural 1>Oh fuck
The DM's words still rings true.>"Nothing like a bleeding anus between friends with an egginator."
This kids is why you teach the friendly egg laying shapeshifter the bird and the bees.
Never forget the emergency lube.
>ywn wake up with twilight holding your little green body close to hers
>ywn snuggle against her and gently slip back to sleep
>ywn wake up to the smell of breakfast because twi mom is baking just for you
>ywn be greated with a "good morning sleepy head" by a happy twi mom
>Ywn get to have a family breakfast with twi, spike and yourself
>ywn get a kiss on the head as twimom sends you off to school
>ywn come home and pretend not to know how to do your home work so twi spends just a little more time with you
>ywn get tucked into bed and beg for a bed time story
>"Anon, dear, princess to be, please let me down." Twilight ask the filly she offered to watch for a day as she's twirled around, rope binding her, trying her best not to sound angry.
>She loves fillies to death, but this one, this one was a bit different.
>With adept magic due to her background, she treats Twilight like she's no more than a filly her age.
>Granted she had the odds in her favor due to catching her off guard and Twilight not wanting to hurt the filly, it still does hurt her pride.
>The filly stops Twilight's spinning facing her.
>Her eyes lock onto something Twilight doesn't understand.
>Somewhere around her chest for some reason, there's nothing there, just chest tuft.
>The filly gets a blush across her face as she stares
>Twilight starts to lose her cool.
>"Anon, let me go. Now- mphm!" Twilight is interrupted as a gag covers her mouth.
>She begins to struggle as she's placed on the bed as the filly hops up.
>Her forlegs are put out to form a type of sideways 'u'.
>'Oh my!' Twilight thinks as she struggles. 'This filly is going to start exploring anatomy on me and some pony is gonna see and think I fiddle fillies and I'm going to have to try to explain how a little filly over powered a full grown alicorn ohfaustohfaustohfau-'
>Her panic stops as the little green filly curls up into a ball of black mane and green fur, snuggled against her tuft and belly.
>Twilight feels kinda dirty.
This is great, and I want the shenanigans to escalate.
>>254337>inb4 the insanity continues, and always ends in filly simply doing normal daughteru things with Twi whether she wants to or not
>>254339>More League schenanigans after Lone's green ended
Fuck yes>It's EQG
That isn't anthro, it's Eqg. They're both bad, but anthro is far FAAAR worse.
>Be waiting for reincarnation to Equestria, as each person gets their own Equestria or can choose to go with a friend or friends.
>A couple of human Anons chat on one side, while some filly Anons chat on the other.
>All respect eachothers choices.
>All the sudden the door slams open and some red and black changling walks in.
>"Hu hu hu! Hu hu! Huhuhuhu! Dirty non-changling peasants!"
>A overseeing angel pony sighs.
>"Just ignore them and they'll go away." She says poofing up some phones for you to play on.
>"Peasants, I bring news! Join me in changling reincarnation, and ascend to god hood!" It says flicking it's red mane. "Whiteness, mortals, my overpowered changing abilities, over sized muscles! Bug scales!"
>Everyone is either talking or playing on a phone. Including the angels. But the changling continues.
>"And a dick so big, I can't find a female willing to take it!"
>It starts to notice no one paying attention.
>"C-Come on guys! Don't you want this sweet changing form? I'm just trying to help you design a oc."
>"Fine! More yummy dick for me then!" It says as it starts to lick itself. "Mmm, it taste so good you guys!"
>"Huhuhuhuhu! Huhuhu! HUUUU! Dirty 36 inch dick peasant, I have a 38 inch dick! Join me in 38 inch ocing, for you are weak, and I am mighty!" A new changling OC says.
>"Oh yeah well... you're a fucking faggot!" The first says.
>"Well I'm just superior is all, and you just gotta know it..."
>"No one even asked for your opinion, yet you come in here and give it anyway you prick!"
>"Hey just cause my dicks bigger than yours!"
>"Mine was biggest last hour!"
>"Well that was last hour, this is this hour, and now your 'big dick' is considered small!"
>They both charge up a lazer and eviscerate eachother, sending them back to the entryway.
Very nice green. The bond between Anons is truly a magic to behold.>All the sudden the door slams open and some red and black
Oh no.>changling walks in.>They both charge up a lazer and eviscerate eachother,
Huzza! A happy ending.> sending them back to the entryway.
Oh right everyone is dead as a doornail
>>254363>>254365>even the angel ponies just ignore the edgy OC fags
Such a valuable lesson in politics.
Filly, a natural born politician.
One syllable short.
Hey, it's better than most songs.
Aryanne approves it.
what do you mean "one syllable short"?>su-gar is sweet le-mons are tart (8)>the ho-lo-caust was just the start (8)
The pronunciation of holocaust doesn't sound like it has three syllables when it actually does, the way in which 'ho' transitions to 'lo' when spoken makes it unsuitable to count as two syllables for a song like this, which is why it should be treated as one, with a ninth syllable added to make up for the lack of punctuation in 'holo'. Speak it aloud, if it doesn't sound wrong to you, I don't really know what to say.
The first and last syllables in holocaust are stressed while the second syllable is unstressed, but that doesn't mean the second syllable just isn't there
The only potential issue here is the meter, since the first line has alternating trochaic and iambic meter, whereas the second line only has iambic meter
Okay, this is way over my head at this point, I just spoke it aloud and felt it sounded wrong due to the unstressed syllable, I don't know what any of those terms mean.
>>254385>"Oh, don't you worry. We'll have plenty of time for me to teach you all about it!"
They're just fancy talk for different patterns of stressed and unstressed syllables
Basically, the first line alternates between "BA ba" and "ba BA", but the second line just has "ba BA"
If the patterns of stressed syllables lined up better, it probably wouldn't sound weird to you
I saw this on DB, were there any REEEE'ing comments left before it was taken down?
Uploader here, there was one faggot who got pissed in the comments (probably the same guy) and Texasuber Alles added the tag ‘OP istrying to start shit’. Uber is a well-known liberal shitskin artist, so I’m guessing he was the commentor, reporter, and tag adder. I’ve been trying to sleep for about an hour now, so I missed any activity after that.
oof, hope you get to sleep soon! thanks for giving info, btw
Isn't samefagging directly in violation of derpi's rules?
I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.
Rule 0: all rules only apply to people we personally don't agree with
why do you always say that.
is that your fucking sharia blue callsign?
Do you not get paid your 0.04 cents a word if you don't prove that you're you through such erabolate meams?
Fuck is a sharia blue callsign? Also it's just a meme, you dip.
My New Year's resolution for 2020 is to be more filly.
An admirable goal.
I am curious about how you are going to go achieve that.
Isn't it obvious?
Of course, I should have known. Good bye and good luck to you then Anon, I will be here for a while longer still.
but Anon, it's well-known that suicidefags don't go to Equestria
>implying current year will end
I wish for filly to pee in the tub with me in it
It’s well-known that you’re a gay nigger that jacks off to futas too.
Happy New Year everyponer.
>>254453>"Y'all niggas is gay."
>>254453>>254457>"Ride it Anon! Ride it! Unless you're a faggot.">"Yeah Anon a kike faggot!"
Happy New Years every anonfiller!
>>254463>"No u, double-faggot!"
>>254465>"Haha, Anon is a fillyfooler faggot!"
>>254466>"REEEEEEEEE, AM NOT!"
>>254467>"Anon is a faggot! Anon is a faggot!~"
>>254468>"B-but why can't you sit on the faggot stick!?"
Happy New Year!
Right now I really wish there was a pic of Anonfilly and Twilight sitting next to each other on a small hill overlooking Ponyville, and watching fireworks together.
Happy New Year circlefilly!
Happy new year ya diminutive faggots.
Short concept I probably won't finish from a few months ago. I've got an update in the works for Lighthouse as you all seem to like that one. Thanks for being big enough fags to like my work.
>"Nonny, can you tell me why you're here?"
>You sigh once again.
"Because the bitch screamed before I could do it."
>"Do what, exactly?"
"Take her... out of the game."
>"And what sort of game is this that we're talking about?"
"It's complicated, and I'm not sure exactly how to play. I do know that people like you are here because I failed though."
>The mare in the thick-rimmed glasses and clean white coat sighs, adjusting the former on her snout.
>"Twilight Anonymous, you tried to kill a pony. Another filly, like you."
"Not like me."
>"Tell me, what exactly made this pony different?"
"She pushed me. She shouldn't have done that."
>"Would you like a hug?"
"Tell me Doctor, what would that solve?"
>She looks a bit hurt.
>"I just assumed you might want some sort of affection, after all your mother hasn't come to visit you yet."
"No, of course she hasn't."
>You lie back on the couch, not really caring that ponies far less rigorous hygiene standards than your own have put their backs on it at the moment.
"I was to be her successor."
"Dear fucking lord, corn again?"
>You hear the clattering of a plastic plate next to you.
>"Y-you really shouldn't s-s-swear, Nonny."
>>254486>the game>not knowing how to play
it's simple, thinking of the game makes you lose and you only win once everyone in the world is playing!
Only my dad was up at midnight and he was a thousand miles away working at his bar. No liquor on me, no grocery stores for at least twenty minutes' drive (closest one I know is nearly an hour's drive), and the only single player game from the winter sale I could buy is about a bartender. If you know which game is, fuck I think having Sei arrive the way she did is worse than what could have happened.
But, like...happy new year fillers. Here's to another one.
I haven't drawn anything all year. What should my first one be?
Lonely filly taking shelter from the rain in somewhere far away from home. Bonus points for her to be hugging a plush or using a ratty blanket.
tbf Apogee is going to get it in the eye
Anonfilly looking sad.
Dammit you fucking faggot, now I want to pick that filly up and take her to a warm, loving home!
It is bad karma to make the filly sad, you must draw her happy again or else you will get irritable bowel syndrome.
>Fluttershy finds a feral green filly who has been lost in the everfree.
>She thinks it is feral at least.
>She talks just fine, but she found her eating something she shouldn't have... and had to bury a squirrel.
>She's also really aggressive, probably because she's been alone for so long, also keeps saying she's a 'hooman'.
>But even with all her issues, Fluttershy feels a connection to the poor thing.
>She's a good filly, she just knows it, all she needs is somepony to love her and hold her up, and Fluttershy will be this somepony.
>A few months later Fluttershy finds herself laying on the couch as the filly nuzzles deep in her tuft.
WTF. Filly deserves better.
I'll take care of her, you lowly faggot.
Next shot: White pushes down on greens head from above forcing her to deep-throat the entire thing.
There's nowhere near enough Fluttermom tbh
>>254530>"Wow, Anon isn't a filly foolin' fagget."
A low murmur from... fuckit who cares.>"That's actually kinda hot."
I need a template of zala silly happy face
Criminally underrated fillymomincluding the darker path she could go down
I don't know why I've picked up my drawing so much. It's like I'm back at my old job
Last one for the night
Pls no...I don't want to pass that line...
I crossed that line when I met this kinky lil binch.
>>254540>back at my old job
You’re not still a cop?
>>254543>redhead with a nigger
get fucked, mongrel.
Are you sure you didn't leave your cool-dude sunglasses on, lad? Because that cock is barely even tanned.
Got another drawing in me. >>254546
I left for a much nicer government job.
That’s like, more than ten people I’ve met who work for the government of some country and really really love foalcon now. Are you doing security?
Not my job but I've been trained to do it for overtime sometimes
Ah, secret. I gotcha. Well, when you come across an anomaly that can turn us into fillies, I hope you’ll share.
>Go to Equestria.
>Get reverted to like 8.
>Still got the mind of a adult.
>Play the cute lost foal part though because fuck it.
>Tell ponies you got teleported here and that you're scared and alone.
>Ponies run magic test and can tell you're not from there.
>Twilight takes you in, as the smartest in town she should be able to take care of a new type of pony creature after all.
>Start acting really loving to your new 'mom'.
>Hugging alot, kissing on the cheek, hanging around her.
>But then when Celestia shows up to check out the new filly kick it up a notch.
>Hugs get a bit too long and sensual, kisses move to the lips and go longer, hang on to her leg and rest your head against her tuft like a horny housewife, and whenever possible laying head against flank when she's sitting.
>Twilight is scared to death.
>The filly is acting like they're a couple not mother and foal, she's scared to reprimand the creature as she doesn't know if that is just a show of platonic affection to her from the filly's world, but she also can't explain it to Celestia infront of her.
>Celestia is happy Twilight found a eager young partner that will last with her longer and wonders if she'd be interested in sharing her, but she won't ask right now, seems like she wants to get frisky soon.
We’re glad to have you back, Harvs. No homo, but I missed you a lot.
JC aren't lolis
Fucking hell, suprised you desired to continue the story of my shitty edit.
EMBRACE THE DARKSIDE!
Well done. Anonfilly get's the best of both worlds.
I wanna be the filly and have a Fluttermom to give me love and affection
>>254577>tfw ywn have Fluttershy as a mom
Fluttermom is far, far more caring, and she will make sure Filly is properly pampered.
what's a girt, anyway?
REEEEE FLUTTERCUNT I DONT NEED THESE
>>254601>"Okay sweetie, if you say you’re a big filly then you’re a big filly. No more nursing, no more nighttime diapers, and no more sleeping in bed with me when you get scared."
I second this. Luftkrieg gets a new sister in a form of anon. I wouldn't mind>>254273
What has Anon feelin' down the zebra is being a producer member of society.
Wonder why Anon is so straight.If anonfilly opens her mouth it will be the tip of a you know what. 'cause she looks to have a stick up her butt.
Ahha!>"Can you believe we sold those cookies for five times the bits to that kind stallion."
"None of you put your asses on the line.">"Anon!"
"Butt, flank, tailhole, whatever. The royal guards you guys brought to help me were distracted with a tea party! Honestly...">"Herr Anon on ze bright side you sold all your scout cookies."
"Need I remind everyone why we are heading to the horsepital...">...
>tfw you are now the filly
>hanging out with twilight and doing ponypony things
>A few months later, another filly shows up
>hey baby, why don't you gimme somma dat ass?
>One thing leads to another, and they do the sex
"Oh yeah by the way, what was your name before you came to equestria?"
>insert sibling's name
Joke's on you, incest is my fetish!
>>254629>filly degenerate drawing style
I'm not proud of this green I wrote frankly it's quite shitty
.>>254626>Be Anonfilly #31
"Every data set has been a call to the taboo. Finally it causes the cutie mark to be emboldened. Any questions.">"What you're saying is that the world is conspiring to break us in way while also preventing knowledge to actually stop the event in question."
"Yep.">"Ha! Told ya dad there was nothing we could have done to stop it.">"Hey fag have you done it yet!"
"I have not. If I avoid it by some unholy circumstance it turns out the one Anonfilly that would have is my girlfri-">"Pics or it didn't happen."
"Or she see's me in an orgy, or something else equally horrifying.">"Suck it up sweetcheeks we all went through it now you have to too. We will get our revenge on magic some day, but it ain't today.">Time to go snuggle with Purple with the gf.>And everyone else too...>"Hey you alright in the oh fuck corner?"
"What the fuck!">"Oh hey you're the one that did the presentation. So what was it."
"You know the qt that paints all the time?">"Come on there are at least a dozen draw fags around."
"The one that's basically Yellowfly.">"Ah gotcha the animal lover so?"
"So she wanted to paint me getting plowed by my girlfr-">"The mythical Anoncolt?"
"Yeah whatever theres at least seven of 'em now so, you can't have mine, she paints it. Can't do ponies for jackshit. Everything else is perfect.">"She isn't uncle Adolf now is she?"
"No. That would be a better punchline, no."
"It was her own father.">"Ahhh."
"That's not the end of the story yet."
"See I have a personal hero of mine...">"And..."
"A teacher I used to know joined us. I didn't know at first...">"Everything just revolving around you hunh."
"Fuck it. Any way with me and my gf making out, the other Anoncolt tops her.">"Well shit."
"Then whispers Shrek is love Shrek is life.">"Are you serious that's comedy gold."
"While boning us teach starts telling us about moments teaching.">"Okay so."
"So the gf's dads nickname was Sandwich."
"The gf's was Lorenzo.">"Unhunh. That's another story."
"Teach's nick was bi-focal."
"I was...">"Tell me."
"Guess the order.">"No way."
"Mhmm.">"Teacher on top, gf, you and her dad?"
"Yeah.">"You made a BLT sandwich. Hot damn."
"Then a diaper fag comes by. About the same age, and says this."
"Sister you've been fucking my boyfriend this whole time.">"Of course it's a twin."
"Your BLT sandwich just needs some white stuff in the buns hun!"
"So we were done and my real gf got me something to wear heading back to the library to my gf's room.">"There's more?"
"In front of Miss PurpleSmart herself I shiddeded my pants.">"Wait that was you? You're fucking Oreo! Hah!"
>>254540>Little does she know there are cameras hidden all over the place>Twilight put one in the doll>Pinkie somehow got one inside the magic 8-ball>The eye on the poster?>Camera by Rarity>And who knows what's behind the curtains?I noticed what you did with the books.
>>254629The rapidly alternating cutie mark looks like a pair of crotchtits.
So in the chances that Skitter browses the thread, /r/ing a continuation of >Image, but with filly as a statue and Twilight saying "You are so much cuter when your mouth is shut"
Cozy Glow beside her could be a bonus, but both of them alone in the garden would be fine and easier probly
I don’t think he does, just pops in every once in a while.
It's that thing NSA agents pretend to be in order to get a dossier on you for that one time you spent paper money to buy vodka.
Harvey just confirmed he's a government worker, could be a glownigger...
>Looking through /bant/ for normies to fuck with>https://boards.4chan.org/bant/thread/9287619
Was this you, Anon?
>>254643>Cozy Glow beside her could be a bonus
Just out of curiosity, would it be grim if she was still alive and thinking something like "I hope this never happens to me"?
>>254723>browsing 4chan 4 anything
>The original to Equestria.
>Walking through Canterlot.
>A few years after you arrived a bunch of other Anonfillys arrived.
>The older single mares of Equestria weren't complaining.
>There was rarely ever a orphan here because ponies loved their foals so much, so this army of motherless fillies were a blessing to mares who wanted a filly to raise but not enough to get a stallion.
>Since you arrived first that somehow gave you alicorn princess status.
>You're about as big as Luna.
>You actually started wearing hoodies as they're comfy on your wings.
>Suddenly a griff comes from a alleyway.
>"Gimmie yo monney you bish!"
>You open a pocket with your magic and yell.
"SICK 'EM GIRLS!"
>A bunch of fillies REEE as they jump from your pocket dimension and begin biting the griffnigger.
She's mad as hell, and she isn't gonna take it.
That sure is one grumpy filly
Your trips are compelling, and your donut looks tasty
It's m-my donut...
I b-bought it with my own allowance money...
>Heart songs were by all means a wholesome part of what made ponies so...
>The Anonfilly wave came and...
>we may have made a terrible mistake.
>Heart songs show a fundamental piece of who you are, and stangely the only songs Anonfillies could sing were Heart songs.
>Songs of death, of destruction, of joy, of lusts, of hope from the depths of life. They sang about anything and everything.
>Even songs from their homelands were Heart songs. Even if some were vapid.
>Their songs were more gruesome than some of Equestria's foes ever sang.
>Heart songs were a window into the soul, and some ponies were concerned.
>Another evil menace right by our doorstep singing and dancing to taunt us with their forewarning only to strike later?
>Concerned citizens across Equestria would take matters into their own hooves if need be. So they convinced the Elements of Harmony to unleash their friendship on them.
>If it prooves them innocent then nothing will happen.
>Something important was lost though...
>They could not stop singing.
>Old established banking groups were found guilty of crimes against Equestria.
>Nepotism exposed, flaws unearthed, corruption given faces.
>They were Anonymous, and every single one they exposed had connections to them being blasted with friendship.
>Ponies were glad they found those monsters, but Anonymous were scary. They were unponylike.
>Black manes, green fur, and the same cutie marks baring a few exceptions.
>Sides are being drawn as we speak those that wish to banish the Anonfillies, and those that want them to stay.
>Ancient foes were slain.
>That's right slain. Permanently defeated.
>They are not ponies for they shouldn't be able to sing Heart songs of this long.
>Not so constantly, not so indepth.
>Not with so much power.
>I can hear them now.
>When they first came here they wanted love, but we showed fear, disgust, and hate...
>For they wear their hearts and souls on their sleeves at all times.
>I must burst out of my front door.
>"My Little Pony, My-"
"little pony. Ah aH AH-
>"My Little Pony!"
>>254795>It's been one year since the first Anonfillies were hit with the rainbow beam.
"I'm cyan you colorblind faggot!">"Blue filly."
"No u.">"No u times infinity."
"REEEE!">"Whatever blue filler looks like another wave of Anonfillies are coming."
"REEEEEEEE- Wait what the fuck.">"They're purple? What gay ass emotion do they represent.">Twilight and friens shot us again with the fag ray this time we were...>Ripped apart. Still we had connections to our other counterparts, but we weren't whole.>WE Aren't WHOLE!>No matter the cuddle piles or the circle jerks we are not whole and from the looks of things may never be whole again.>One good thing is that we can shit post faster.>Sing more.>Do more content fag stuff.>At the cost of this damnable hole in our souls.>Some of the fags and Bookhorse are figuring out a way to undo this gay shit.>Hopefully they get it done soon, or I'm about to lose my mind.
This. I like this concept. Thank you for sharing it with us, it's so fucking twisted and brilliant.
Alright, well this is a bit of a strange explanation.
>Hungry as fuck.
>Go to grab something to eat.
>Look out the window into the pouring rain.
>Grab a second bag of Doritos as the plot threads develop.
I'll be continuing Chilly with a sequel at some point in the near-ish future. I can't really tell you much more than that as of right now, because I haven't planned out much more than the story's shell. The following post takes place before the events of the finale, though it is not plot-essential. I hope you enjoy, more Lighthouse filly soon(TM).
>>254804>Be Anonymous.>The rain is different here than in most other places you've slept in.>Houses, shitty motels, and up until recently... >A castle.>Your new host's friendliness does have its drawbacks at times.>When you said that you were full, you weren't telling the complete truth.>But she took your word as law and let you go on to bed.>You're hungry right now, and while it isn't something she would approve of, you know she keeps some of those delicious cookies within your reach downstairs.>You just need to find a way to defeat your ensnarement...>Her chest and legs are soft, but you need a full belly before you can enjoy them to the best of your abilities.>After what feels like an eternity of careful pulling and biting your lip, you finally get the last part of you, your tail, free from her grasp.>The sounds of the rain pouring down outside are muffled by the soft oaken leaves of the tree you now call home.>Even so, you trust it to mask the sounds of your hooves lightly clipping across the hardwood floor.>Down the stairs, and into the kitchen.>With practiced motions, you dig in your teeth to a chair and use all of the strength your small form has to offer to pull yourself up onto it.>And there they are, set out on a plate.>Taking up one in your mouth, you sit on your rump and tilt your head back, letting gravity do the work of keeping the cookie in place while your mouth does the work of preparing it for digestion.>Lightning flashes, and for a second you see a form in the window.>Large, menacing, and most of all...>Animalistic. >You hop off of the table.>And then scooch the chair over to the sill, pressing your face up against the glass.>There's a part of you that's screaming at you to stop, asking you if you're trying to get yourself killed, and another part of you that calmly answers.>'Yes.'>You open up the window with a practiced motion utilizing the keratin of your hoof.>And come face to face with the large...>Menacing...>Animalistic...>Bush.>And then you start to cry.>'Why are you crying? You should be glad it was nothing.'>"Anonymous?">Your hooves are gently lifted off of the sill before the window shuts.>"What's wrong? I'm guessing by the crying that this time your wriggling out was more than just a pee break...">Your words come out as nothing more than gasps for air for a long time, so she carries you up to the bed and starts massaging your back.>Eventually, your tears end with a feeling of dehydration and a headache.
"W-water please.">She nods and comes back within a minute with a full glass.>You grasp it with both forehooves and drink deeply, tilting it at a near forty-five degree angle.>"You don't have to tell me what's going on, but there's a good chance I can help you."
"It's not your fault. I wouldn't want you to have to take something on that isn't your business.">She kisses your forehead in that way that your mother used to.>"I'm taking care of you. Anything you want to make my business, I'll happily take it on for your sake.">You're not entirely convinced, but you need to get this off of your chest.
"Have I told you about the time I was paralyzed?">"You've mentioned it, yes."
"Well, I wasn't exactly optimistic about the whole thing. Add that to the fact that I only ended up in Equestria because of... well, you know what I went up there to do that day.">"No, actually I don't think you've told me about why you were up there."
"I suppose that makes sense. I've had urges, felt the need to do unspeakable things.">"To whom?"
"M-m...">"Oh, to yourself.">You feel the urge to cry more, but there's not much left in you for it.>Twilight pulls you in close.>"You want me to brush your mane while we talk?">You hesitate, but ultimately realize that's practically a rhetorical request and slowly nod.
"You've been so good to me. I thought it would go away, but when I was getting up I saw a flash of something I thought was big enough to eat me... and I ran towards it with open arms. I didn't want it fully, but enough of me...">You sniffle.
"C-can I get a tissue?">"I can't keep those stable through transmutation, I'm sorry... here, use my foreleg instead."
"I couldn't, please.">She nods.>You suck the mucus back down your throat.>"You don't need to feel guilty about that, I'm not going to hold anything against you or resent you for how you feel. As somepony who's worked with the arcane for her entire life, there are times when I have longed for the release of emotions. To increase my productivity, to not need anypony else to live my life to satisfaction. But... the more ponies I met, the more I realized how necessary they are. Losing the ability to experience most emotions takes away something fundamental about equinity."
"I don't mean to be rude, but... why tell me that?">"Oh, sorry. Blathering on again. The point I was trying to make was that you shouldn't feel ashamed of your emotions because they're a unique part of your personality. The decisions we make based off of them aren't always good for us or others in the long run, but in a way they are the essence of our being.">She pats your back as the last of your mane is smoothed out, prompting a quiet burp.>"Realizing that something isn't right is half the battle, the other half is doing something about it. But for now, I'm exhausted. Would you like to continue this in the morning?">You feel a small smile spread across your lips.
"Yes, I think I would."
And a bin for your convenience.
Thank you for reading.>>254804>>254805>>254806
I didn't expect a green at this time, but I'm enjoying it fully. Hope you have a tasty snack Lone, because this green filled me up. It's not weird right? Right? Coming up with new ways to say the same thing is fucking hard.
Was reading this >>254776
and went to make a silly continuation, but then this >>254795 >>254799
came out and they fused into this unholy child
I'm sorry>You are Anonmare, the original>You expected a greater title than this upon coming to princesshood>Which all things considered is boring as all heck>You are looking over the castle railing, as two anonfillies run by>Both green, black haired, like all other fillies indistinguishable>Funny how all mares of Equestria didn't care about having filly clones>Although Celestia once chided you, telling you that each filly is unique in their own way>Some emerald, some jade; some blue, some teal>All you can see is that one has a longer than usual mane and the other uses a pony tail>With a sigh you wave at them, but they just keep running and playing until both turn a corner>It's late and their adoptive mothers should be taking them in anytime now>And talking about the incoming night...>On the edge of your vision, you see princess Luna approaching, just barely seeing the fillies go>"To be a little filly again, even after a thousand moons I yearn for such simpler times gone by, don't you?"
"No">With a sigh she finishes walking to your side, watching the world below>Moments of silence go by, and seeing how she's set on staying here for some reason you turn around to leave>"Anonymous, wait">It's the first time you hear her say your full name since...well, ever>No one really knows it, you were ever only regarded as Anonfilly and Anonmare>You bet she learned it by stalking your dreams...>With a groan, you turn around to finally and properly stare at her for the first time since she arrived>The look of concern is clear on her face, and for some reason it just irks you the wrong way>"Anonymous, the court...">She pauses, turning around to face you while clearly thinking on how she should say it>Being as tall as her has its advantages it seems, as her usual intimidation techniques won't work on you>"More and more nobles have been coming to the day court Anonymous, they are scared of thy fillies song of heart...">"We decided that we should seek you to see if...umm, perhaps you could get them to stop?">That remark makes you take a step back unintentionally>While you had never sang anything yourself, you'd have to be blind to not see the good they were doing to Equestria>Even if some cities were turned upside down by the revelations>Or how some full blown riots rose against a few """prestigious""" pony shops>The thought of her asking you to stop bringing the truth to light almost makes you turn orange
"Oh dear Luna can't you see..."
"All these fake realities..."
"All the ponies living blindly without choice under you~">You stare her in the eyes, something fierce carried you forward touching muzzle to muzzle>You didn't even notice when it happened, and Luna is downright frightened at something...>You hear a low "oh no" from her, but your mind is distant and the music doesn't await for you to figure out before continuing>You are Princess Anonmare, the original>And turns out you did turn orange>Be it from influence like Nightmare Moon or if this is your new colour you don't know>But apparently your song carried through the whole of Equestria>Your princesshood, flight and the royal Canterlot voice carrying it throughout the land like an alarm clock>A song of awakening, one which every single filly joined to make the chorus>You shiver to think on what's going up down there>Or down up there?>You don't really know, seeing Equus out there in the sky and all>Turns out you do like bananas according to Celestia>The screams are still vivid in your mind after the song>The divided land between fillies became the divided land between morals>'Should the fillies stay or neigh' became a fight for monarchy against democracy>You wish you could be there to see how everything gone along with the aftermatch>Not that you don't trust ponies to make the right decision>No, but for you to take every filly under your caring wings and take care of them until all this blows off>...holy fuck that was so cheesy, when did you became so...ugh>Perhaps you do need the vacation afterall...
I don't know what this heart song stuff is but the dark turn it's been taken towards now has me frightened and confused
Never knew I wanted a filly in my pocket...>>254808
Wow. I love it. Bravo.Now I really want a fluffy poner green...
Think about songs like "Smile, smile, smile" and "My big brother best friend forever", a song which wills other ponies to take part in it
Or at least that's what I think, could be just any song where non-existant instrumentals rise up to the voice in true Equestrian fashion
Good to see you again Brazil, it's been a while.And a charming weave. It's always interesting to see how fans adapt a loose concept from the show with the Power of autism.>>254807
Heh, thank you.>SpoilerYeah, be careful or you'll end up like me... forever a slave to the unnecessarily verbose.
>>254808>It's been...>rough.>"Emmy?">Who knew clinging on to a nickname could be so...>Emotional.
"Sorry, mom I couldn't sleep.">"It's alright snookums."
"Mom? You won't... won't get rid of me now I'm...">It's a whisper.
"defective.">"Never. I love you so dearly.">Just maybe everything will turn out well.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?">It'll stop aching one day.>"Always.">In a month the day we all came to Equestria.>Our so called birthday.>Riots are breaking out, thankfully it's just pies.>or cakes...>or the occasional daffodil sandwich...>The carefully set flames really makes the juxtaposition between the world being a stage and this is the real life.>I mean that specific fire is made of paper!>Ponies, and Equestrians in general are still taking this whole thing way too seriously.>Wait.>The fuck is that?!
"Stop! What's that sound?">Everyon-pony is waiting for a que? Oh right.
"Everybody turn around.">Another Anonfilly.>"Heh nothin' personal kid.">"Ooo eee ahh ahh ahh walla walla bing bang.">An Anonfilly with a baseball cap is walking towards us.>Menacingly.>"I wanna be the very best.">Whoa what a whiplash.>"The best there ever was.">A loud bell could be heard. Lunch time. A useful thing for emergencies when songs just won't end.
"I'm feeling kinda hungry...">"Yeah...">"Well what are you fags thinking of?">Some other filly is sauntering towards us smirking.>A perfect cover for something diabolical.>"I'm thinking of a fruit salad."
"Yummy yummy.">This is a song?
"Fuck you.">"It was lunch time. I literally couldn't help myself really.">"How figuratively, or are you not being a fag?">"The feeling was in place, and I was really desperately craving fruit. The words came out before I could even realized what was going on.">"Whatever you say fruitcake.">"Can't stop thinking of bananas now..."
"Speaking of bananas where's Anonmare?">"I uhhhh... hmmm... princessly things? I mean she wanted to grow up.">Giving the other filly a look.>"Grow up faster than normal. She just didn't want to be a filly. Thats...">"I think she's on the moon."
"Have any proof?">"My dad has a telescope. We can check tonight."
"It's a date.">"Ho-ly shit.">Wait it's about to be our birthday soon.
"We should get our
princess a gift.">"Yeah we'll just ship it to the moon on a flying bicycle. What kind of crackpot idea are you thinking of now."
"We can erm sing a song?">"I don't have any better ideas, but how many should sing all at once?">"Might as well try to convince everyone."
"What song though?">"How about you and your friends sing that pony song, 'bout friends and magic again. Anyway I came up here to say it's probably bed time understand.">Agreements aroused from all of us.
"That's not a bad idea.">This took a whole lot of effort and at least a little engineering, but we are about to do it.
"Any words before we begin?""Maybe the real ride was all the friends we made along the way.">Thinking back on it I've been in contact with so many ponies. Even some not ponies.>I'm not sure I would call all of them friends, but...>Oh who am I kidding they are all basically my friends...
"Okay on the passing of noon.">Actually convincing the large portion of the population to join in of their own free will. >A Really big hassle.>Just a few minutes though.>That should be enough.>You are Anonmare, the original>Hmmm I really want to sing.
"No one is here anyway so might as well.">Is it just me or do I feel alot lighter?>Be Anonfilly
"-best friends.">I feel good. Really good.>"Aw Emmy! I'm so proud of you."
"Mom!">Is that a shining star?
"Look mom! A shining star let's make a wish.">You are Princess Anonmare, the original impromptu comet
"AHHHH!">Something shimmery passes through the fire.
*thud*>Just hit somthing soft and fluffy.
"I'm fine!">"We art fine as well, mayhaps you can move your abnormally large posterior off of our self.">"Indeed sister."
"Oh, but this is really comfortable even royally so.">"Sister.">"We've been usurped.">I can't help, but let out a giggle.>Then they toss me off and have a laugh too.
"Does this mean I'm the god empress?"
I'll take twenty! I'll even call now and get the good, and bad filly stick set!
And then Anon got a swift kick to the face.
Reads like an s9 episode, all conflict suddenly disappear and there's no consequences for basically attempting to overthrow the government just for the sake of comfy, don't think the princesses would be that friendly upon her return or that ponies wouldn't be at least wary of her coming back. Though there's no timeframe for how long its been since her banishment and considering the fillies surprise it seems rather soonish, but if there's a play of it then it should be common knowledge no? A banished princess sounds like a big thing
On another point>Defective
Why is she defective? That's just thrown in the start but never really explored
>>254837>just for the sake of comfy,
That sums it up.
>>254816>"I'm thinking of a fruit salad."
I can cross that off the list of things I thought I’d never see referenced in this thread. The fucking Wiggles, holy shit.
That's a fucking tiny horse, not even cat sized, holy hell
I'll never understand fags who wants ponies that small, if that's even a pony at that size
Still, 12 times her weight in cum...WeW
Cat sized ponies are fine to do cute things with. But for lewds, if she can't at least pass as the little spoon, she's not worth lewding.
She's just a filly. She'll close to double in size by the time she's a mare
You're close! So very very close.
But no cigar.>Instrumentals play.
Still a marelet. A filly that small is only good for hugging. The perfect size to hold up to your chest and pet.
Dollar Store dry-erase board filly.
>>254876Fillian was her nameShe was sweeter than aspartameHer kisses reconfigured my DNAAnd after that I never was the same
Have this (You) and this check.>>254886
Will the fag take the blue pill, or the red pill?
I'm back with another update to "It's the Little Things"! Sorry for the wait, halo's a very fun game.
>You all continue relaxing by the fire (as best you can, for the two alien monstrosities) before Twilight decides it's time to take care of something else
>"Hey Anon, I'm going to do laundry. Do you want me to throw your sold gear in for you?"
>So Twilight gets up, takes your dirty clothes, and heads off to the laundry room
>Time for some alone time with Astra to get more things in order
So, the way I see things, you're going to try to take over every living being on this planet and absorb them all into you. Am I correct?
>Yo͜u ̳a͔re,͈ a͉n͙d̘ wh̬eṉ w̧e have c͇onsu̮me̡d̢ ̰al͎l̯ ̣h̤er͕e,̪ y̺ou̠ ̜w̳ill ̥jo̳i͖n ̟us͍ as͚ ̭we mo̢v̜e oṇ to ̼th͈e ̱sta̰rş ̤a̖nd gro̱w͙ ever͖ grea̗te̻r.
So then we're in opposition.
I've already told you, if I assimilate anything, it'll be the same incomplete assimilation that made me and nothing more.
>B̟ụt̖ ͜y̯ou͔ ̬st̝i͚l̗l̙ ne̠e̦d ̳to ̣l̲e̺a̡rn a͙ssi̘miͅl̘a͜t̨io̫n,̗ ̮a̧n̮d inc̜o̢m̭p̲let̠e ̧a̺s͔sim͈i̧lation͙ i͓s̼ a ̨ver̢y̰ ha͚rd̗ mi̭s͉t̢ak͖e̤ to ma͍k̹e as a̹ ̠be̬gin̥n̖e̙r.
Then I'll just test it out on something non-sentient.
>Y̝o͈ur͉ ͍fi̞rst ͜assim̤i̡lati̭on ͍will ̼be ͎ḁ ̰co̱mpl̡e̤t̟ȩ one̺,̨ ͔and ̦o͈n͈c̣e yo̘u a̠c͖c͉o͈m̧pli̡sh ịtͅ,̝ ̜y̪ou͓ ̧wi͉l͉l͚ ͉ḽe̯a̮rn͚ wh͔y̰ be̙ing o̳f o̞nͅe͜ ̤mind̳ ̻a͍nd̪ m̢a̝nỵ bod̲ie͈s̤ i͕s șu͍p̺e̙r̟i̳or͉ ̮to b̲ei͎ngͅ of͍ ͓ma̮n̫y̼ minͅds and͎ many͕ b̥o̳dͅi̲es.̮
And why is it so fantastic to be a hivemind?
>Tͅhere̻ i̧s un̹i̙ty ̱w̖i̬t̘ḩi̱n us! ̺Wi͕thout̟ o͚ne͇n̢e̜ss,͎ ther̻e i̝s̮ o̧n̪ly d̲is͇s̠o̲nanc̘e.̫ ̭W͉įt͔h ̬i̫t̨,͇ t͉h̡er̗e is̻ h̤ar̯mo̬ny͉.̩ ̼O̢u̺r ͚vo͔i̬c͈e͜ ͙is̫ tha͖t o̯f̜ ͖a ̥c̻ho̠iŗ,̨ ̻o̬n͈e̼ ̙t͕h̟a̹t̨ sh̪a̖l͍l ̘s͍ing ͎foreve͜r ̰o͇n̝ ̖in͉t̪o ͖t̗im̜e ̡wiṱho̢u͈t̢ ̣na̜r͚y ̜a̜ wav͙e̼r̡.
But with that chorus, you lose something essential to all other life!
>A̟n̩d w̘hat ̠wou͇ldͅ ̧th̥at ḇe?̥
You lose the whole point of life! You lose the interactions between yourself and others, you lose the perspective gained from one other than yourself, and may I say most importantly, you lose the ability to form an organic connection with someone else.
>A̧nd y̬e͎t͙ ̳we a͜r̯e̦ ̰co͉nn̲e̹cteͅd ̨org͇a̫n̥i̼c̣cally͎ thr̢ougͅh ͕bo͓d̬y͈.
I wasn't using the literal meaning and you know it. The connection between us was forced by the assimilation process, but I'm going to do everything in my power to bring you around to my point of view, or at the very least see it.
>A val̜i͚ant̲ ̠e̲ff̺ort̪, ͈b̻u͔t wh̩il̺e y͇ou̟r̜ s͕ol͉o̺ m̝ay͎ ca̭ll i̠ṋ o̟p͎po̲s͙i̤t̤io͓n f͚oŗ now̬, ͖s̤o̬o̪n̝ you͎ w̠i͍l̢l ̯j̳oi̮n the̠ ̰tim̫eless c̪h̤o̬r̟ṵs̳ ͉a͜nḓ ͍s̳i̖n̲g ̪eve͇rl͜as̞ting w̧i̟t̞h̰ u̲s̫.͉
>You would say something along the lines of 'we'll call this a draw, then', but you hear a voice calling over from across the complex
>"Anon, would you mind coming over here for a minute?"
"Yeah, gimme a sec."
>You stand up and trot over to the laundry room, leaving Astra to its own devices in the living area with one final word:
Don't mess with anything, I'll be back in a bit.
>>254909>A short while later, you stand before Twilight>"Anon, would you mind explaining something to me?"
"Sure, what is it?">"I'm surprised I didn't notice it when you came back inside, but your undershirt has a large hole in it with a surprisingly large amount of blood around it. Are you alright?">Oh shit>Time to see how good you are at lying!
"Oh, yeah, that. Don't worry, it's not that bad. Astra just jolted up from under me when I found her and her horn caught me from below. It didn't hurt that bad so I didn't say anything, but I guess it did more than I thought.">Twilight starts nodding in consideration of what you said>Good, she's buying it!>"All the same, I'd still like to see it to make sure it's really okay.">Oh fuck>Looks like you're going to have to prove your lie>Well, you have a second before Twilight gets into position, that's enough time to create an open wound, right?>You concentrate on your barrel and imagine about what the wound should look like, willing your body to reshape itself as fast as it can right before Twilight begins her examination of the afflicted area>>"Ooh, yeah, that's definitely a cut. It's not deep though, you should be fine letting it heal normally. Just tell me if it looks, feels, or acts different, okay? We can't have you getting an infection this far from a hospital!">Twilight smirks a bit at this last statement, both of you knowing full well you just teleported here>You, however, simply roll your eyes and agree before leaving to let her finish the laundry>At least that's what you do on the outside>On the inside, you breathe a heavy sigh of relief at having dodged a bullet>Also, you learned how to shapeshift!>Nice!>When you return to the living room, you find Astra right where you left it>Cong̙raͅtu̢l̰a̼tio̢ns͉, y̧o͉u͚'̙r̫eͅ ̯le͚ar̞nin͉g̬ ve̞ry q̤uic̪k͕l͚y!̗>Hold up
... You can tell what I'm doing even when I'm not directly talking to you?>W̩e̳ ̮c̞an̞ ̲do ̜man̜y͇ th̫in̖g̤s,̰ ̥m͍ḁn̤y̘ ̮of͓ wḥi̼c̢h ͇y̫ọu̞ ͎ha̹ve̺ y̞et̲ ̩to ̢lea̖r̹n. ̩Co̰ṇtro̘ll̠i͖ng̬ pa͚rt̡s o̫f̜ ̤yo̰ur̲s͖e͖lf̰ ̡fr̼om̗ ̞a̩f͈ar̭ o̪r s̖i̳m͕pl̤y̨ k̡ņow̮i̳n̤g̰ ̯wh̭a̭t ̙one of us ̫is uͅp̭ ͕to̺ ar̫e amǫn̺g̝ ͓th͓ose̱ ̲abi̢l͎it̪ies͈.͚
Ohhhkay then. Well, I might as well tell you what prompted it; Twilight found that nasty hole you left in my shirt, and I managed to bluff my way out of that situation.>T̜he͙n we̮ ̦a̟re ̨sti̪ll͍ ͓s͙afe̳?
For now; just remember to not do anything to change that.>Patien̹c̫ę is͓ one ̠of ouŗ ̙vi̘r̦t͈u͉e͖s; w͔e͉ ha̳v̻e ̗w̰a̰i̦te̞d ̱t̲h͓is l̺ong ̳t̯o̲ e̢sca̰pe͈, ano̘the͙r few̙ day̻s is͈ ̼tri̲via̻l̰.̜
And I should have another update for my main story out in a while, so look forward to that! As always, feel free to give whatever criticism so I can get better or just call me a piece of shit or something if you need to vent or just feel like it, I can handle it.
>>254909>>254910>But with that chorus, you lose something essential to all other life!
Yeah! Like shitposting, greens, and anonfilly orgies! Errr I mean cuddle piles.>W̩e̳ ̮c̞an̞ ̲do ̜man̜y͇ th̫in̖g̤s,̰ ̥m͍ḁn̤y̘ ̮of͓ wḥi̼c̢h ͇y̫ọu̞ ͎ha̹ve̺ y̞et̲ ̩to ̢lea̖r̹n. ̩Co̰ṇtro̘ll̠i͖ng̬ pa͚rt̡s o̫f̜ ̤yo̰ur̲s͖e͖lf̰ ̡fr̼om̗ ̞a̩f͈ar̭ o̪r s̖i̳m͕pl̤y̨ k̡ņow̮i̳n̤g̰ ̯wh̭a̭t ̙one of us ̫is uͅp̭ ͕to̺ ar̫e amǫn̺g̝ ͓th͓ose̱ ̲abi̢l͎it̪ies͈.͚
Hmmm. Interesting, psionic memes are the way of the future.>>254911
I'm looking forward to it! You're a pretty qt u know that?
>>254912You don't really mean that, do you? If so, then I'm flattered!
I'm overjoyed to see more of this green, thank (You) for delivering!
I can't wait to see what's in store next!
ONION HULK MEET FILLY
WHAT HAPPEN NECKST????/
>still have unfinished things people have requested
>"nah fuck it, more griffons"
do you like griffons?
Not that guy, but as the fucker drawing them not really
then what compells thee?
Gotta say it's funny and unexpected.
Several things, it started from random scribbles while trying to get back into drawing. Then I needed a flying creature to circumvent Anon's was and pegasus didn't make sense. The BJ was a continuation of the first picture, and this last one was too point to the fact that I've never named the griffon.
I suppose if one's going by the show's naming convention, apparently it would start with G.
Been working on some quality of life improvements to the greentext archive for a bit now. I was able to restore backups of almost every deleted story, added in some other stories not listed in the doc from the writers' pastebin pages (including my own, regrettably...) and fixed a few spelling errors and the like.If anybody can find UndeadAsylum's "Anonfilly's Usual Shenanigans" and "The Pigging out Adventures of Twilight and Anonfilly" then your help would be greatly appreciated.
They were removed from fimfiction, and as far as I can tell from fimfetch as well.https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BP6aPchH3lGIRdzd78IWykMCXuKLrNABi6bxZGVTy9c/edit
Oh yeah, and shoot me any pastebins I might've missed.
>"What is it Anon?"
"I just had a terrible insight!"
>"No the world isn't a globe that hasn't changed even when you convinced Discord to try it for a day."
"No that's for another time. Twilight we aren't ponies."
"Do you see how flexible our necks are. We are stunted giraffes."
>"Anon, that makes no sense."
"We have hooves, manes, tails, and extraordinarily stretchy necks. The only catch is that our species is a cross between a giraffe and a hippo."
>"Hold on what?"
"Exactly see it wasn't exactly successful, so mutations appeared. See the races were separated between the leg necks, the fucked up necks, and the disfigured necks."
"Then we have the ultra necks, like Sunbutt."
>"I don't believe you."
"Then I found archeological evidence."
"Discord offered to help, but I said his magic would contaminate the findings."
>"Where is it."
>After all chaos magic can decay over an exceptionally long period of time eventually leaving no trace, no problem for my cohort.
>The perfect practical joke all for the cost of half of my dessert today.
Added. Sorry it took so long, I've been working at the gay bath house since 4:00.
You know, your poners improved a lot since ya started, i bet you could make a proper filly if ya wanted now without it looking like an infants art. Just give some more attention to the hair and eyes really, besides of not making it in ~30 in a rush, no need to colour it on the start even
One I neglected to post here. Anon was dreaming about Seb sleeping in his bed for the uninitiated.
And this was supposed to be a /r/, someone please edit it to be Anonfilly(mare)
>>255031I've done draws I put effort into for this thread in the past, just playing around with a 'style'.
Graded on a name...
Out of roughly 25 questions double sided except for the final page. The tyranny of the education system even haunts Equestria.
Sunbutt the old and maybe wise may be senile, but these trick questions truly are dastardly.
OktoBer is the season that spans from fall to the winter wrap up, thus within contains Hearth's Warming.
Skipping question the third.
I will admit the last one on the first page is wrong.
A pony's soft skin must be a toady, because it's trodden over for the whole day, and does all sorts of mental work for everypony.
At least Anonymous Anon Y. Mous Filly (Adoptive's last time here) has a solid understanding of how Equestria really works even if the systems can't appreciate the genius.
"Twilight, what's heavy petting?">Twilight looks over from a book she's reading>"That sounds like what an abusive pony would call a beating if they were trying to sugarcoat it.">Oh
"So does that mean you give me heavy petting sessions sometimes?">"No, I beat you. You used to be an adult, so I know I don't need to sugarcoat it with you."
It can also refer to groping of the sexual abuse variety.
let's be real though, purple doesn't know anything about sex.
Ponies are pure, and lust belongs to some anons' minds.
Only what she's read
I was saying it more because she's a shutin that didn't have a social life for the better part of her life, Ponk, Rainbow and Rara obviously take mad dick offscreen.>>255052Also correct.
>>255053>Ponk, Rainbow and Rara obviously take mad dick offscreen
This made me chuckle.
Looking through that archive again, it just makes me sad. We used to have so many great writefags, but even the crown prince of updates Reuben is gone now. ASS hasn't posted an update in almost half the freakin' year, even Occult, Lone and Placeholder have slowed down considerably. We need more writefags, and if we don't do anything then we might fall victim to stagnation like so many other generals.
If you think you can write, even if you don't think you can write well, please give it a shot.
>>255051>Be Twilight Sparkle
"Girls I've called you all here today for... erm a survey.">Dash speaks up.>"It's about the monkey in a suit picture isn't it. You think it's hot too.">Despite being an alicorn a blush appears.>"I'll say darling, this sensation is sweeping the nation by storm. It's got everypony hot under the collar."
"Anypony talk to the stallions?">"Shucks... Ah suppose so they're just as interested in 'em too.">The door bursts open.>"Trixie, the great and powerful, will help on this endeavor to bring forth this creature.">Starlight Glimmer follows behind.>"I can't stand it anymore. Friends don't let friends suffer this yearning right? Let's make it real.">Be (You)>Anons in all states of dress lands with you on the softly soft ground.>"Hoo doggy, yah really did it.">"We devised a way for immortality, it turns you into a filly when you are old and when you grow up it can be reversed-">"Hurry Twilight all of Equestria is waiting. Please?"
I feel for you, I do. But if my content's what keeps a thread alive, perhaps its time to lay to rest has come already. When I force myself to write something, it never ends up being something worth posting.
"Gather around fillers it's time to play the no homo game."
>The newfags are bored. These next few words will motivate them.
"The first place winner gets three hundred good filly points."
>Oh yeah now they are interested. Honestly the Anonfilly economy might collapse if Twilight stops bringing in new blood...
"To enter the premium slots you need forty good filly points. Regular slots are ten good filly points. Trash tier entry is two good filly points, but it's free if you reach the premium slots."
"Rules are simple you please the other fillies until the other forgets to say no homo."
"Everyone ready? Begin!"
>Making my way to the observation room Twilight is recording everything.
"You know you're a real degenerate Purple."
>"It's for science..."
>I give her a look at her sopping wet hoof.
>"I really like science?"
"Unhuh, I'm sure the other VIPs totally have the same reason. Where are the butt sisters anyway."
>"Observation deck five. It's locked, here's a spare key."
>"N-no-nooooooo yes n-no homo!"
"I'll leave you to it then."
>Molestia, and her sister practically fund this endeavor, and all the funds to improve the local community.
>The new extension to the playground was bought with good filly points.
>An astronomical account of good filly points, but gaining them for some one on one time with your favorite pony wasn't that hard...
>Opening the room I see them in a pile of fillies.
"So how long will this Truman show last?"
>"Anon it's good you came to see us. This dream land should remain here forever."
"No, I mean how many hours left till it's time to wake up."
>"Ah, about two hours, so a full week in here so spend it wisely. You know what it costs to contain us."
"I almost have enough..."
>"Mmmm, so scrumptious you know how much it costs for everything here."
>The scent of mare cum is clogging the room.
"The good filly point booster."
>"Then you better get over here."
>Soon, this won't be needed, but perfectly voluntary.
>Out of all the elder things this creature won't plague Equestria any more.
>At least it plays fair.
>and when we get enough points we'll have an ally to actually save Equestria.
>>255173>"I have the high ground now!"
"Blurb Glorp Squish.">"Not even your dirty talk can convince me to leave.">Squish squash.
"Blorp.">"Wait! Wait. How did you even get that?"
"Florp.">"You- your- for me?">"I... oh ah um...">Blorp.jpg>"Fine I'll go over to you.">burble.gif>Squish squash blop.
Don't say ya weren't warned about discord, killing discussion made the thread a place to just post content, then pics moved over and were mostly only reposted when fags remembered or through dumps and barely even that unless drawfaggotry dropped there as well
, thus leaving only the greens, which barely got any discussion, and often i read that even some of those moved over with the one shots going there, so you have no one to blame but yourselves
I tried making short prompts to bring discussion, but all that brought was at most a post asking for "more?" Like for scavenger filly, without discussion to bounce ideas on there's only so much writefags can do i think, and there's a reason drawfags moved over, of which its kinda sad how Harvey showed late to the party as he's no discordfag, apparently posting straight to the thread
Tl;dr: You dug your cove, now lay on it
Yup, the discord from the thread attacking its own sure is what did us in, and (You) are contributing directly to that
Not sure what's happening here, but I that seem like a good life for a filly.
>>255106>When I force myself to write something
Time to pause poner.
Forced green is the worst.
The only reason I've slowed down is because I'm a lazy piece of shit and thinking of ideas takes effort. I'm working to fix my problem though, so here's hoping I actually succeed at it.
And as proof of my efforts thus far, the continuation of my main story!>Where we last left Anon and company, the fake treaty signing was finished and Celestia saddled Anon with finding out how to get Chrysalis a mate>There were some hiccups and a few minor problems, but things didn't go horribly and an outline was created>With nothing else to do before heading home, Twilight and Anon ironed out some last few details and Twilight started working on a book about changelings to correct pervious scientific speculations and Anon helped before they both finally went to sleep
Now, for the continuation of all that garbage and more!>Your dreams also pass uneventfully, with more chess lessons and Luna demonstrating her full ability to you>Somehow, she managed to beat you in literally two turns fun fact, that's actually possible!>After suffering this brutal defense, you decide that the pace of regular chess is just too slow>Time for a redesign!>Yes, a single turn should only pass once every piece a player chooses to move has been moved (only once, of course), and checkmate no longer ends the game!>After all, in real wars all the troops can move and act independently of each other>However, it would probably take a while to end the game completely with full board-wiping in effect, so maybe a turn limit would also help?>Fuck it, why not just make this full ChessHammer and start giving pieces toughness and wounds, too?>Because that would ruin the full spirit of chess instead of making it more realistic, that's why>Well, you could at least take your less frankenstein-y ideas and tell Luna>"That's a horrible idea."
"But why?">"Let's try a round and I'll show you, I'll start.">True to her word, Luna takes every piece on her side of the board and moves them all forward and into various defensive and offensive positions>Now, it's your turn!>Let's see if that late mover advantage can work in your favor here>... Nope, you're in just about the same position as her, only now it's her turn again>With a few decisive movements, Luna clears half of your side of the table before gearing up to decimate the other half>"I'm ending my turn now so you can at least attempt to fight back.">You look over the board, surveying what you have left>A few scattered pawns, a knight, both bishops, and your king>You can work with this, right?>Yeah, you probably can!>Ignore the fact that I know even less about chess than you do, you got this!>You play your pieces and take a few of hers before your turn's over, but you realize that the game's going to end this turn for sure>Luna surveys the board for a second before resetting the board to starting positions>"I'm sure you realized I was going to win anyways, but can you guess why?"
"Because you moved first, you were able to set up your entire defense before I was able to move a single piece. White player has that insane defensive and offensive advantage due to the early moves they can make, thus making black lose in any sort of an even-skilled game.">"Good, you're learning. One thing I'd like to know though, is what gave you that idea to begin with?"
"Well, there are a few games back home that work like that in terms of piece movement. However, that's also balanced out by the fact that the game has separate phases where pieces can attack each other and activate abilities and whatnot.">"So a more standard war game?">I mean...
"... Yeah, pretty much.">"Then why don't we play one of those? I know a few and have gotten fairly good at them, that could be fun."
"Okay, but I warn you: I only really know how to play one game. Do you have anything like Warhammer 40K here?">"The name doesn't ring any bells, try describing some of the mechanics.">You run down the whole list, from toughness and wounds to perils of the warp to weapons to miniatures to army building, point totals and even the factions, without a single spark of recognization crossing Luna's face
"... And that's it. I guess you don't know it.">"I suppose not, but that's no reason for us to not still play it. Why not teach me?"
"Probably because it would take a long time, and I'm not too sure how long this dream will last.">Luna glances downward in thought, considering what you've said, before igniting her horn>After a few more moments, her horn stops glowing and she looks back to you>"We've got about a minute of real time, which means about an hour of dream time. What can you do in an hour?">You consider what you know about 40K in terms of setting and rules before making a decision
"Either I can make an army for you and I can teach you mechanics, or we can save the mechanics until after you have an idea of the world and what everything's like there so you can choose your own faction and army.">Luna considers her options carefully, taking a couple of seconds to make her decision>"Let's hear the lore, it's never a bad thing to start with."