/mlpol/ - My Little Politics

>>255954
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
*scruffy thinks to himself*
"Tha's not a proper coffee filter, and tha's not a proper use of a coffee filter. Summin ain't right with the fillies." he says, smearing black soot under his eyes.

>>255957 →
Guess kys post were delet, oh. Apologies frend.

>>255965
You missed a few spots.
Sorry the edit.

>>255966
Thanks, shed pony. Don't roofie me and take one of my kidneys tonight please.

I'm here to pop this thread's content cherry! Time to take you all off that cliffhanger, it must suck having to keep your grip for over a day. Anyway, where we last left off, Twilight has Anon and Astra both trapped inside magic bubbles, and has called in an expert of sorts to find out if Anon's still himself in there! You all had some guesses as to who that expert could be, but only one of you was correct, and you'll find out now!

>>255970

>... Pinkie?
>You turn around to get a firm answer to your tentative question
>When you do, you see that bubbly pink mare herself glanicng between you, Astra, and Twilight
>"Ooh, you even managed to bring it back too!"
>"Yeah, problem is it got Anonymous and I can't tell if she's still in there or not."
>Pinkie nods energetically before bouncing over to you and staring at you through squinted eyes
>You can't help but retreat a bit to the other side of the bubble, but you move back when you realize how that might hurt your chances of getting out alive
>"Nonny, is that you?"
>Uhhh...
"Last I checked, I'm still me. Only difference is, now I'm a lovecraftian monster."
>"Mmhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Likely story, but I know that the REAL Nonny would've answered that her best friend Pinkie should already KNOW she's her!"
"Ohshitohshit- does this mean I messed up?"
>"Nah, I could tell that you're still you the instant I saw you! I just wanted to goof on ya, that's all."
>As you breathe a sigh of relief, Pinkie drops her overly serious expression for a more fitting grin and some mild laughter
>"Pinkie?"
>"Yep, it's Anonymous all right!"
>Twilight then lets out a sigh of her own before dropping you out of your bubble
>"Thanks, that's a load off my mind."
>"No prob, anything for a friend!"
>"Anon, if 'Astra' really didn't completely assimilate you, then why didn't you tell me?"
"I'll tell you if you start explaining some shit to me, like why I can see the inside of Pinkie's head!"
>"I'd think that if you can do that, you should already know the answer."
"But.... But when? How? If you didn't trust me, why do you trust her? How long has-"
>"I figure if you're going to have that many questions, then I might as well start from the beginning. It all started the last time I was at that base for research, and I brought Pinkie there for company. She also got infected by 'Astra', but unlike you, she was very up-front about it and even warned me about it. For the rest of the expedition, I kept her quarantined and monitored. She complied, nothing came up, and when we both came back, I kept her under even heavier observation for about six months. Again, nothing came up, so I just dropped it."
"That just leaves me with one more question."
>"Shoot."
"Pinkie, how did you get free of Astra's control? I'm only like this because of something that it said is a rare mistake to make unintentionally, and I have a hard time believing it happened twice."
>"Idunno! I was just trying to be friendly with it, but it got mad and then I got my body back!"
>This is when Astra interrupts the proceedings
>"I ͜rem̩o̩ved̳ y̲o̠u ̼from uș be̙cau̮s̝e ̥yo̰u w̖e͖re̻ ͉c̬ąu̢s̬in̙g ̺us ̖p̹h͚y̗s̫ḭcḁl ag̱o̝nỵ wi̖tḥ yoṳr constant c̜h̟a͙t̼te̯r ̲a̤n̩d͙ o͉utri̬ght re̖fu̩sal̜ t̝o join̬ pŗo͍perl͚y̜ intoͅ t̬h͜e̺ ̲c̻ol̗lect̮ive,̜ e͖șp̗e̲ci̜al̩l̠y ͍wͅith ̖you͙r ̨utte͙ra̠ņc̘e̪s ̣o͍f̳ ̙'̰l̡igh̝ten͜ ̼u͖p' ͕an̯d̦ ̺'let̘'s b̭e ̢f̭r̭ie͉n͇ds̥'̬.̜"
>"You haven't changed a bit, have you? Oh well, I'm so excited you're here now, so now you have to be my friend!"
>Astra releases a low, guttural growl before giving its retort
>"We'̢d̢ s͇oone̹r ̻pas͕s ̫into ͓e̦t̤e͉rn̹ițy͓ ̣tha̱n j̟oi͔n̩ y̯ou̝ ̯in͓ any̯ ͎wa̡y͉.̼"
>"I'll have to take you up on that, then."

>>255971

>The bubble then begins to glow as Astra begins freaking out within
>After another second, it finally caves
>"A̺l̙r̝i̯ght,̡ c̝e̹a͓se!̯ ̘W̙e ͅsh̹a͙l̪l h̜umor̨ y̠ou ̫for̜ ̺t̳he time͜ b͙ei̡ng,̡ ̡so ̦end̬ ou͈r̫ ̲torm͍e͜ṉt̝!̧"
>"Wow, you really don't like heat. That temperature was still within known records of certain deserts, and you already found it unbearable. I'll have to write that down..."
>The bubble stops glowing and Twilight pops a clipboard and pen out of thin air to note down this information
>Astra takes some time to settle down again while she does, probably so it can stop itself from repeating the situation when Twilight spells out the deal
>"... Alright, you already know your two options. Either become a functioning member of pony society without assimilating or consuming anyone, or be removed from this mortal plane to save it from you. Make your choice."
>"I͔f ̳yo̳u̦ ar̤e̟ ̖g̫oi̱n̼g to͙ ̯m͓ak̜e ͜o̖u͈r ͖ḑea̳th̪ ̮a̬s̘ insu̼ff̫erab̬le̝ ̞as̠ ̮t̪h̙a̩t ̩'͓te͉s͖t̹'̘ o̺f ̻y̨o͓ur̥s̤,͈ ̗t͔he̦n͉ ̹we̜'l͔l̖ ͕ta͍ke̼ what̠ li̙f̼e we͙ can ̬get, ͙s̲i͜m̱pḷy ̺f̞or͉ t̲he ch̤anc͈e͚ ̰of̻ exact̠ing ̟r͇e̗v͍e̠n͈ge up͈on y̥o̥u."
>"If you really want to be let out, then that's not a good way to start."
>Astra stays silent for a few moments, but you can feel the impotent rage radiating off it as it mentally steels itself to do the one thing it never thought it would ever have to do
>"..̫.̣ P̼lea̜sͅe̲ ̹rͅe̼l̡e̫a̞se ̭me͜,̲ w͍e ̯a̯cc͇e̗p̻t ͙th̯e ter͙m͉s ̬a͈n̨d ̮wḭll a̙s̘s̬imil̫a̖te ̳in̝to you̘r̭ ̡s̼mall-m͚ind̲eḍ ̼sp̠e̯cie̮s̪ wit͈ho̰ut g̠i̟v̜ing ͓yoų all th͎e ̬blessi͔n̯g̘ ̖o̭f͖ u̹n̼i̞t̨y̪."
>"Mmmm... Idunno Twi, it didn't seem honest to me."
>"SI̤L̟E͈NC̭E,̢ P͉IN̲K͕ ͇T̹UM̘OR!̯"
>"And that's just plain rude!"
>Astra lets out a frustrated shriek, briefly exploding out into a mass of flesh more akin to what you first encountered in the snow before once again regaining composure
>"W̬e͎ hav͔e̦ ͜a͕lrea̮d͖y͚ a̲gͅr̜e̹ed̥ ̙t̞o̲ you͚r͖ te̻r̳ms͇ tw̗ic͉e,̰ ̥now͚ relḛas̩e us!̧"
>From what you can sense, Astra's telling the truth
"Twilight, let it go. Astra's definitely angry, but it's also telling the truth there. It's willing to go along with your plans. Not happy about it in the slightest, but if I know my interstellar parasitic hiveminds, they rarely are in situations like this."
>"It certainly doesn't seem like it, at least from what it's said."
"Well, how would you feel if you were off uh..."
>Well, the comparison you were going to use wouldn't quite work, given the heavily pacifistic norms here
"Hang on, I gotta think up a better comparison. Give me a moment."
>Twilight sighs before replying
>"Take your time."
>Which you do, but you don't take too much
"Okay, what if you found a massive library with every book ever written free to read, but when you pulled a book off the shelf, it immediately slapped you across the face before demanding you A: not read any of the books there, and B: submit to their authority and spend the rest of your life acting like a book under threat of death?"
>"I'd leave the library."
"Okay, now what if you were always inside the library and there's no way out?"
>"Look, I get what you're trying to say, but if 'Astra's really going to stay true to its word, then it should be able to at least make an effort starting now."
"Astra has made an effort by agreeing to your terms! It has submitted to the fact that it's not the be-all end-all of life, and that at least in this moment, you're stronger. Besides, even if Astra ends up going back on its word, you've got two of us here that can track down every last piece of it so that you can reduce them to ash before things get out of hoof."
>Twilight looks back to the bubble containing the still-fuming ponybomination before turning back to you
>"... Alright, but you're in charge of keeping track of it."

>>255972

>Twilight then turns back towards the bubble, lowers it to the ground, and opens it up
>As Astra begins reforming completely into its disguised form, Twilight addresses it again
>"You know the deal; no killings and no assimilations and I don't incinerate you. Got it?"
>"We understand."
>As the manufactured voice's words ring across the silent landscape, you feel Astra's presence in your mind downgrade from full rage to a low simmer
>"Good. You'll be under Anonymous's supervision, and Anon-"
>Twilight turns to face you now
>"-you'll be under Pinkie's supervision. We'll get the details of how this will all work sorted out tomorrow, but I still need to know one thing."
"Hm?"
>"Why didn't you tell me about Astra?"
>Oh
>She didn't forget about that
"It's... It's not something I feel entirely comfortable saying out loud."
>"Then just think it to me, I'll hear it."
"Your telepathy works like that?"
>"It works with Pinkie, so if you can do telepathic communication, then it'll work with you."
>Okay then
Testing, can you hear me?
>Loud and clear!
Can anyone else hear me?
>You recieve silence on the other end, prompting you to look over at Astra and Pinkie
>When you do, you see that they're both very distracted
>Specifically, Pinkie's got Astra around the neck in a bear hug while explaining how they'll both become friends for real this time while Astra tries to force itself free
Never mind, then.
>So, what is it?
Well... As you know, when you turned me into... This, I ended up having to go through the other hoops of childhood like school. You ended up playing the part of my caretaker, but something still felt missing from all of it. I still appreciate everything you've done for me, but... I guess what I'm trying to say is, what's a childhood without a mother?
>Twilight recoils in surprise for a brief moment before she ultimately comes to a look of understanding
>So you made it promise to be your mother?
Yeah, it's kinda sad, I know.
>No, it actually makes sense in a way. I'm just sorry I didn't realize it sooner, otherwise we might not be in this mess! I guess I can work that into the plan, so you don't have to worry.
Thanks for understanding, Twi.
>Now, how about we get those two in on the plan as it stands?
You're not telling them I told you, right?
>We ̼c̤o̹uld̨ h͉ęa̠r ͓ṯhe w̲h͎o̱l̙e tim͈e̖,̝ b̻utͅ t̠h̟e̠ ̞p̪in̯k ͓one̙ ̩is̩ liͅke̺ly͎ d͉e̲a̞f͎e͕nͅe͙d ḅy̭ her o͖w̠n̰ ̺wͅord͈s͙.̖
>Nope, I can hear it too! Don't worry though, I pinkie promise not to tell.
"Then I might as well have just said it out loud, huh?"
>"Maybe, but that saves part of the explanation. You and Astra stay together as you keep track of it and Astra plays the role of your legal guardian, Pinkie keeps track of you both and tells you two anything you need to know about your body and pony society respectively, and I handle everything administrative and any necessary disciplinary measures! We'll work out the rest tomorrow, but for now I'm tired. Pinkie, Anon, Astra's in your hooves."
>Twilight punctuates her speech with a yawn before heading inside to bed, leaving you and Astra under Pinkie's care

>>255973
And as always, like/comment/subscribe/dislike/shitpost/whatever, interaction is always the high point of my day and having input to take into consideration always helps me improve!

>>255974
Liked, commented, subscribed, disliked, shitposted, and whatevered

>>255974
Liked. It deserves a second reading.

>inb4 derpi source
>inb4 phoneposting
I miss you fillies and I thought, what better way to express that than by being a debbie downer at 2AM? On with the show.

>day 1000-somesuch innaquestria
>you look outside and see snow
>lots...and lots...of snow
>the sheer, blinding whiteness of the rural town in winter is aggravating even after over two winters here
>you sit at the storm windows of your little shack, barely able to make out a single detail of the environment outside
>at least the insulation inside is good enough to stay comfy, but the real problem is the thoughts this snow evokes
>some time ago, you were in a more populous region, still somewhat small but fairly active
>you were one of the first fillies, but you stayed silent, only engaging once the other fillies started forming their groups, like their Discord Hellspawn and Twimom Babby social circle
>you never stood out, but one filly in particular inspired you to try entertaining others
>they led by example with edgy shitposts mixed with honest hints of leadership, advocating fillies to create a sovereign nation, offering troop-based skirmish advice
>you were more a humble storyteller and comfyposter
>neither of you reached a very large crowd, but it didn't matter

>you pour a mug of tea and sneak in some liquor, wrapping back up as you sit in bed
>that time's passed
>you never took pictures, or wrote a journal, or anything
>you kept no memento, thinking the memories would keep you going
>months of hard labor as a young mare have distracted you from that memory
>what was that little legionary runt's name?
>where was that silly birthmark, was it her front or rear left leg?
>all lost
>no point returning to Ponyville or even searching the Discord Hellspawns' hub for her
>if she's still around she's probably moved on anyway - hell, if she even remembered your unoriginal rambles of yesteryear, she probably has better ironpills to keep going
>no, it's too late now
>nobody knew you to begin with, not like forgetting you would be all that hard
>you take a long swig, swallowing a large portion of your spiked drink
>even now you are utterly unremarkable even among the couple-dozen people on yhis dirt road
>if you died in your sleep, the shopkeeper and the dog breeder would be fine again in mere days
>you're just another disgruntled anon
>soon enough even the disgruntled part will fade from public memory

I miss vidme. Sorry.

>>255974
I guessed right. What do I win?

>>255971
>>255972
>>255973
At least Pinkie isn't alone anymore.
>>255980
I haven't been here all that long not compared to everyone else. I'm not sure where I was going with this, but I'm willing to listen.

>>255999
I would read the fuck out of a JTHM/Squee filly and Fluttershed story
>Filly w/ abusive and/or neglectful Twimom is sitting in bed
>Window opens, revealing a bleeding Fluttershy
>Asks if she can use filly's medical cabinet to disinfect her wounds
>Later saves filly's ass from a pedophile because Twilight is too busy off drinking to give a shit, etc.

>>255962
I want to use her as a punching bag while she slowly suffocates, strikes slowly getting harder as I watch the light leave her eyes

>>256025
You’re a based and redpilled guy.

>>256025
But isn't filly (you)?

>>256036
Do I need to break out my counter-images?

>>256040
No u

>>255954
Imagine doing that with a babby

>>256001
>foal labor
I didn't know filly was stuck in an Asian factory.

>>256041
Saved.

>>256007
I hope I only disappoint a little bit instead of alot.
>>255999
>"Hey, hey, hey stay outta my shed."
>I'm sure it's a prerecorded message.
>I knock again it's polite to knock first. Especially when I first came to Equestria.
"It's me. Anonfilly, Remember it's me Ly?"
>I feel a hoof tap on my shoulder.
>It's Shy this time.
>"Oh, Ly I know Twilight is off solving friendship quests, and I'm glad you really do respect my boundaries too..."
>"But could you please? Maybe just join me for tea? We need to talk."
"A tea party? With you? Yes!"
>This'll be the first bite I had to eat in a while.
>Twilight is always so exhausted since summoning me.
>Sometimes she forgets to cook
>or even eat
>or stock the fridge
>or lock the doors
>or me...

>I love tea time with my now favorite pony in the whole wide world.
>Twilight will always be in my top twenty list.
>The fresh blood decorating walls in a language that was honestly a bit too detailed always gives off a cozy feeling now.

>I first met Flutter a few months ago.
>Twilight's dead asleep with barely a word as a good night.
>Few things could wake her.
>Hearing my door in my room creek open I thought it was Mo-Twilight it wasn't.
>Fluttershy all bloodied, and ruffled looks at me slightly crazed.
>I nod toward the bathroom.
>Little strange, but nothing concerning.
>Despite sharing the same extremely large bed the books form a hard wall between me and my purple m- co- ... Twilight
>Talking too loudly might wake up Twilight, and she always needs her strength.
>Fluttershy shambles into the bathroom.
>The door opens again this time a stallion, at full mast.
>Opening my mouth to scream to warn of a stranger
>a book magically flies into my mouth.
>It could be the earth pony rapist, or Twilight.
>I give it a fifty-fifty chance of either.
>He whispers
>"Give me a good time and nopony get's hur-"
>His blood drips down on me, but not the book
>coating the walls.
>Something terrible has just been avoided.
>"I swear you pissed the bed on my books, an' chewed- zzzz."
>I saw my savior with goo, and several bandages.

>The tea is quite good.
>The cookies are heavenly, so are the fingerling sandwiches.
>"Good, good you didn't see anything."
"What if I did? I didn't, but hypothetically."
>"Would you tell anypony else?"
"Mnmn no way I promised I wouldn't."
"Plus you're my best friend."

>>256046
Uh oh, someone spilled lemonade and babby is sitting in it

I know I'm not unique asking this question, even among the pony fandom, but I've been really preoccupied about this: anyone else here feel like this thread, even /mlpol/ at large, is either getting put on the chopping block soon or just fading out of its frequenters' psyche? Even my time writefagging recently feels like a distant memory...

>>256059
>getting put on the chopping block soon or just fading out of its frequenters
It might be. But this place caters to me.
I miss movie night.

>>256059
I feel it too Anon, we all feel it...
Despite the discordfags' attempts to say that we're full of shit, we've been slowing for a while. Don't give up hope just yet though, Pupper is working on some fancy new updates to the site code that'll make it not require a supercomputer to have open all the time, once the new site gets rolled out I have a bit of faith that the ease of access will reel in a few passers-by. In the mean time, all we can do is pray for content and interesting things to happen.

>>256061
>le dicksword boogeyman
Don't make this into an "us vs them" thing, we're all in this together.
It's been as clear to me as it has to you that the thread's been slowing for a while, I'd say ever since we got booted off /mlp/. Regardless of why things have slowed, it's important that we make the best of our time here for as long as we can. Squabbling and fighting among ourselves would be an awful way to go down, wouldn't you agree?

>>256064
>We're all in this together
Except for the sequestered Discord cloister whom only descends from on high to defend their monastery, or some shit.

>>255982
You get the smug satisfaction of having outperformed my pea of a brain!

>>256059
I know I'm not leaving this site anytime soon, but I can't exactly speak for others. At least with the ride being officially over, only those of us willing to keep it going well will be left, right? I better not be the only one pushing, that's for sure

>>256060
God, me too. I miss being in 27's mlpol discord server despite knowing I didn't really belong. I miss writefagging regularly, even stupid crack ships like Spy x Rarity, and not being so burnt out. I miss making videos for an audience of mere dozens, then getting a donation from someone who was much the same. I miss raids, I miss making fun of CWC and snort burnell, I miss making my stupid Fluttershy voice, I miss dramatically reading Country Bears fetish fanfiction with friends, I miss...the internet I grew up on.

>>256065
I haven't seen the inside of the server in awhile but I'm just sick of trying to argue about it. It doesn't matter anymore. I just want the old web and all those I lost along the way as it came crashing down. I'm sick of fighting and being wrong or right.

>>256068
>I just want the old web and all those I lost along the way as it came crashing down. I'm sick of fighting and being wrong or right.
Man, I wasn't even part of the old web to even know what's going on, but I want it back too.

I couldn't sleep and remembered that Lunarshine gave me a code for 10% off of a purchase due to a late delivery. I have no use for it myself, but one of you might and I figured you might have some fun here. I did my best to make sure all of the questions were challenging enough and most couldn't just be googled (aside from the obvious) so I think it'll pose a worthy challenge.
http://www.itstoohard.com/puzzle/fDkLUg6T
If I get an email from one of you and there are no winners listed on the site, you're all disqualified and I'll just post it in a thread on one of mlpol's boards for whoever uses it first. The code is listed as expiring on the first of February 2019, but as it didn't ship out until December I'm sure that's a typo.

>>256071
I know the answers to 6, 10, and 11 in case anyone needs help with those specifically.

>>256036
Wouldn't this mean we should post as much abuse as possible to make sure it never happens?

>>256071
Only number 9 correct.

>>256051

Kinda confused at the middle part when the rapist comes out of nowhere, but I definitely enjoyed it
>tfw no yandere momfu to attack any other mares that try to come close to you
>tfw you now have a stallion teacher

Harvey, if you see this is their anywhere private i can ask you something?

>>256059
/mlpol/ has been dying for a while. It's got half the posts per day it did a couple years ago

>>256056
How do you know it's lemonade?

>"Oh Celestia, right there! Ah ah, oh my goodness keep going! Don't stop! S-Such a good filly, oh Celestia you're SUCH a good filly! I-I'm close! Keep going! NNNAH~! KA-CRACK" Spitfire's eyes roll back and tongue rolls out as you crack her wing joints after a long day. "Oh godess~"
>She groans her head laying on it's side.
>You begin to gently apply the slightest pressure in needed areas to her back, electing small groans and and pleased moans.
>Living with your mom and aunt Aloe and Lotus has gotten you to learn were to apply pressure to help relieve pain and stress from ponies like Spitfire.
>That Rainbow Dash mare could really use it.
>"G-Gah, holy Celestia's teats did I need this." She says as her wings begin to shake as they try to stretch out more than possible in the pleasure. "Kid, how'd you like a job as a Wonderbolt service member?"
>You flap your small wings so you can get onto her back, you walk around on it, wings still flapping, so you can mediate your weight to just enough for pleasure, not too much to cause pain.
"Hmm?"
>You hum idly as you continue your work.
>Ponies say all sorts of things when you're working on them like this all the time.
>"Y-Yeah, oh work on that spot, mmm. Yeah, you work your little HOOfy magic on the team, and I'll pay you."
"Mmm."
>"Yeah, I'd say abOwt, mhnm, forty a hour?"
>That does sound really good, but again. Massage crazy.
"I'm comfortable were I am, thank you for the offer."

>>256120
>"Eh, you're proahbably better off. M-iiee!-luck, somepony will think you offer happy endings." She says with a snicker.
>You gently whisper.
"Only to the mares I like."
>There's silence as you let that hang, before letting out a giggle.
>She laughs.
>"H-Had me there for a minute kid. Thought today would be going another direction!"
>You just giggle quietly.
>Eventually after thirty more minutes of work you're done on the mare.
>She slowly stands up, her wings again shaking as they try to stretch more than possible.
>"Mmmmnhnn~! Celestia do I feel good! Thanks kid, again, the offer still stands. Ever want to be a Wonderbolt service member, hit me up." She says before trotting to leave.
"Have a good day~"
>"You too."

>>256122
>>256119
>>256120
>>256121
Anon, I... I can only get so comfy.

>>256129
?

>>256130
???

>>256130
I think there is a minor misunderstanding.
Let's the fillies to relax.

>>256132
>Pony Town
Is it even a game yet, or is it still a glorified chat program?

>>256133
Was it ever supposed to be more than that?

>>256134
It didn't have any building elements the last I checked.

>>256136
Maybe the real town... was the friends we made along the way

>>256136
>>256137
>>256138
Now I want a Filly Crossing game

>>256007
I get that reference

>>256143
This image has been posted to filly thread before, plus they literally named JTHM/Squee in the post. Congrats, you put 2 and 2 together. Actually that's not quite accurate, you wrote "2+2" down, then got the calculator out to figure it out.

>>256141
Hunh, that would actually work out fairly well...
Extraordinarily well infact. All of fillies antics in greens could infact be portayed as that style, and could have seperate 'dimentions' so each time is slightly different.
One time you could get bitch Twilight, and another it's the short comfy green Purple.
The only problem is making everything.

https://www.invidio.us/watch?v=0eHukNfg8Lo

>>256007
Nny is my weakness, i felt compelled to translate the first issue into an anonfilly story

Since it's a bit big, here's a pastebin and a poner
https://pastebin.com/angmcaGx

>>256184
>A bit big
Nigga that's only 69 lines, you can format that into green and fit it in a couple of posts.

>>256185
It would fit into two posts but i spent all day reading and my eyes hurt

Ugh, fine... I'll do it for you you lazy faggot. Because it's good and not enough people will read it if it isn't posted here directly.

>>256184
>>256187
It'd beautiful Anon. It's a great green.
>Spoiler
I hope you feel better soon.

>>256188
That's actually..Very kind of you anon, thank you a lot
>>256189
Y-you too

>It is the middle of the night, the darkness is all-consuming.
>A door creaks open, showing the silhouette of a filly carrying around a plush bear.
"Spike? I heard a noise" she whimpers, sacredly, her eyes still trying to make out the forms which lay dormant upon the bed in front of her.
>The dragon ignored her, his sleep undisturbed. You are honestly not sure why, of all creatures, asking spike for help seemed like a good idea.
>He was obviously not waking up.
>In fact, this one time you decided to dress him up in a cute dress and play pretend with him, and he did not wake up in the entirety of the night!
>His sleeping skills were something to envy.
>Regardless, the tiny dragon lays dormant and a fearful filly firmly pressed the bear plushie against her chest fluff.
"Come on, Fushy, mommy twilight will help us"
>Making her way through the darkness, the filly arrives at a tall wooden door, almost too tall to open considering her short stature.
>Right behind such door, twilight's reading room presented itself engulfed by darkness if not for the desk lamp illuminating whatever book twilight was reading now. Twilight just sat there, back turned towards the room's only exit, the illumination giving her a sinister look.

"Mo-"
>The filly hesitates
"Twilight, I'm scared, I heard noises!"
>An uncomfortable suspense follows for a few seconds, only broken by the filly's own words
"Twilight-"
Immediately, a tired voice on the edge of anger replies emulating a calm tone.-
>"Anon, you just moved into your new room. You’re just not used to its sounds"
>Anon was ready to explain to her- To Twily how a good night's sleep is essential for any developing young foal such as her, in fact-
>"I'm busy right now, studying. That's all I seem to do now, I haven't smiled once since you came into my life. Go to sleep."
>That was…Rude, you even forgot what you were supposed to say and for some reason it made you feel guilty. Stupid filly body messing up your emotions, and stupid twilight and stupid monsters…
"Yes twily"
>was all she said before leaving the room.
>Back where she started, she laid hesitant.
>Her room's door was tall and imposing, somehow it made her feel even smaller. Looking down at her plushie, the filly scrunches and inflates her chest fluff; even if temporary, she manages to build-up some courage and with a valiant swing, she opens the door to her room, revealing…

>A broken window
>There is a broken window
>In her room
>So there really is some kind of eldritch pony horror lurking around her room in the middle of the night
>She freezes, letting out a whimper “mommy”
>A sudden CRacK snaps her out of her trance, muscles clenched around her bear plush
"The bathroom, Fushy. There's something in the bathroom"
>On a slow march towards the bathroom door, she releases the tight grip from the plush, looking into its empty eyes.
"Let's be brave, Fushy-"
>Almost as if interrupted by an inaudible voice, the filly annoyingly scrunches
"No, it's not stupid to open the door…Besides what am I supposed to do, wait for the fucker to murder me on my sleep? Nuh-huh not on my watch"
>Despite the words of bravery, her trembling legs gave away her fear, after all she was just a helpless filly and whatever pony fuelled eldritch hell was waiting behind that door was probably looking forwards to crush, kill, destroy… Or, even worse, boop her!
>She let out a smirk, it was thoughts like these that kept her not so terrified, somewhat.
>Collecting her courage, the filly slowly raises her hoof, she turns the doorknob and sightly opens the door-
"WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BACTINE"
>She falls back with a cute whimper, falling on her back and instinctively covering her belly with her tail, the door bursts open revealing a frustrated Fluttershy shouting at a tube of toothpaste she's squeezing angrily.

>Upon realizing there was now a little filly with a terrified look on her face watching her from the ground, the yellow mare soon seizes her rage-fuelled search.-

>"Oh hello anon"
>The previous frustration on her voice seems to be replaced by kindness as she hides the toothpaste behind her back.
>You cannot help but feel a small relief in knowing it was not a monster, but that kind-hearted pony that is Fluttershy, rummaging through your bathroom In the middle of the night screaming like a maniac just after breaking through your window.
>On the other hand, she looked…Different somehow, and you are still feeling your legs trembling as you try to sit down and let a few words escape your mouth
"F-Fluttershy?"
>"Sorry anon, I don't mean to intrude but. Where do you keep the bactine? You see, some of this blood is mine"
Despite opening her mouth, only a whimper comes out as anon realizes the mare in front of him is in fact covered in blood like right now. Blood, like real blood, last time you saw that stuff was this one time twilight came back home with a nosebleed, but you never saw this much blood like ever. An uneasy feeling starts to grow; suddenly a monster doesn't seems so bad.
>"Wait, I found it..Yeah that's it."
>The whole time, the yellow pony was still searching, undisturbed by the filly.
>She popped open the bottle of disinfectant and generously emptied its contents over her bruised body.
>The yellow mare looks back at you with a surprised expression that quickly devolves into a smile.-
>"Hey, you got a new bear plush? How adorable, what's his name?"

>>256193
"T-that's Fushy"
>You can't help but stutter as the mare steps closer to pick up the teddy-bear
>"Well hello there, Fushy! Nice to meet you, I am Hhy."
>"So you are Anon's little friend huh? Well you certainly are an adorable little bear oh yes you are, yeees you are"
>Despite the freakish nature of the situation, the utter silliness of that baby-talk makes you ease-up a bit. You blame it on those damn filly hormones or whatever messing up with your brain, you know pretty well that there is something very fishy happening here.
>You're also pretty sure that for a second, the mare's expression went from a smile to a look of pure hatred holding your teddy but before you could point it out she gave it back to you.
>"Um, it's getting late, I should go now."
>As you proceed to tightly hold the plush against your chest, Hhy just proceeds to walk back up to the window.

>"Sorry about the window, I noticed it was locked…That's not very kind of you please-don't-lock-it-ever-again"
>You didn't catch that last part all that well but-
>"It's been nice talking, thanks for the disinfectant, bye"
>The mare climbs up the window, rushing a goodbye before taking off, and quickly flying away.

>Your muscles relax, were you clenching your muscles the whole time?
>For some reason a slight feel of panic starts growing on your chest, soon enough you're forced to do what any frightened filly does best
"MOMMY!"
>You let out a shriek with all your strength as you completely empty your bladder-
>Soon enough your cry is acknowledged by an equally high, yet much angrier cry
"YOU RUINED MY LIFE"
>You will most likely spend that restless night alone in your bed.

Translated it into greentext format, gave it universal quotations and fixed a few errors like Flutters being referred to as green at one point.
Here's the pastebin for archival: https://pastebin.com/VBRyZFe2

>>256071
???
Assfaggot
Magnus
???
???
Fight Club
Link
SIG MKMS
Twilight
is a dead commie
spy-cicle
peanut butter jelly time

>No Little League
>No Peppermint
>Nyx
Have we strayed so far from the light?

>>256221
I bet space horse is dreaming of anon pussy from inside that helmet

Taking requests.

>>256224
Filly swimming.

>>256224
fillymancer surrounded by ghostly fillies that float around spookily like the ghost players in Crawl

Do you think part of why we don't have as many writefags is that it's a hell of a lot less likely to get something from a green drawn these days?

>>256229
I don't see any connection between draws and a decrease in greens/writes. I never wrote intending to see draws of my stuff.

>>256224
Filly going back in time to stop Twinet.

>>256229
I think the major reason is that there aren't a lot of interesting scenarios to write about anymore, it's all been done pretty much. Though I'm still waiting for filly in G1.

>>256233
I admit to feeling this sentiment personally. I mean, it's getting hard to come up with anything unique or interesting in concept or execution relating to filly.

>>256234
>it's getting hard to come up with anything unique or interesting
Here it is.
Creativity must come a natural and easy manner.

>>256237
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

>>256236
I don't know, Lone did some unique stuff near the end even if his story was mainly by the books. Hard to say if he'll return though.

>>256233
>it's all been done pretty much
Don't let that stop you, you just have to see what everybody has seen and think what no one has thought.

>>256237
Le watery and moist spookist!
That poor sea monster not knowing it is going after Anonymous the Anonfilly.

>>256233
>>256248
While trading the same ground can be the same sometimes it's how it's executed that matters most.

It is intresting to note that in the last thread we had this guy that wrote huge amounts of words in a short time in a novel format but I onl read like the first few posts and barely gave him any (you)s. And nobody else really gave him the attention he deserves.

The truth is that a wriitefag needs attention to continue to exist if you do not give them that, and specially new ones, they will disappear. Tbh, that is what happened to ASSFAGGOT I think. HE stopped getting (you)s when he posted and therefore didn't come out of hiatus.

If you care about thisthreads writefagging, the best thing you can do is to nag the people that write into writing more.

You don't have to shower them in praise but in attention. This is the key.
So many times were I just wrote oneshots thinking that I would be done with it only to
have a bunch of fags wanting more, and me not wanting to disapoint, wrote more.

Lone15, why are you not posting anymore? Is it because you are an ugly danish person. "Ugh, look at me when I talk it sound like a got my mouth filled with porridge.

Anwway, here some filly nonsense. Give me attention if you want more or I won't post more.

A rainbow zigzagged between the different clouds and a green lightning, with a smaller black one in th middle of it, followed it. The rainbow beam dove in a smooth arch downwards while the green beam did an upwards loop before it dove down after the rainbow one.

The rainbow beam slowed down and soon one could see that it was actually a cyan pegasus with a rainbow mane, whose name was Rainbow Dash but you already knew that. She looked behind her and spotted a green growing quickly from a small dot in the horizon to a little itty bitty filly shitty.

The filly tried to opened her wings but notice that the wind tugged her out of balance so
with a scared face, that RD caught, she returned her wings to a flat aerodynamic position.

As RD grinned and flew to the side, the winds of the filly swooshing by where RD had previously been in the air made RD's mane and tails blow to the side.

RD followed the filly with her gaze. She was about to fly after her but then she saw that the filly had stopped shrinking away in the distance. The filly flapped her wings like somebody who was preserving ice-cream in the desert with a folding fan would. As she flew she looked away, clenched her jaw and shut her eyes.

The filly flew like this breifly before she felt two hooves around her shoulder and then how she was pulled with these hooves downwards as she began to spin. She folded her wings the moment she realized what was happening and after a few rolls in the air, she noticed how somepony carried her by hugging her tightly against its chest. She heard the familiar sound of wings flapping that a pegasus made when they were only trying to remain in the air. She opened her green eyes and which meet the red ones of RD.

RD had a restrained grin on her face and her eyes were half-lidded. Filly looked away with a grumpy look.

"...

Don't actually doo what I told you, >Don't give me (you)s, because I have annoter project for this site that I want to write so therefore I do not to start a project here. I was mostly just whining at myself and you. But I stand by that (you)s is what writefagging lives and dies on.[s/]

>>256257
There's only so many ways you can suck a writefag's dick until it becomes repetitive.

>>256257
It is obvious that if you want more you can always just ask for more
But it is also worth nothing that sometimes a writefag doesn't feels like writting, to force oneself to write when really really not wanting to will most likely lead to a burnout or creative blockage.

It is important to give some attention, sure, but in the end no writefag owes anything to it's public and he or she an pretty much drop his stuff at any time
Thought it is still sad when a great fic gets abandoned

>>256258
>You don't have to shower them in praise but in attention.
Not praise. Just say what you think or anything.
But that not even what is happening here. The newfag in the last thread was did not get some much praise so that the praise ittself became redundant.
>>256259
What I mean to sya is that I think the lurkers and such owes the writefags or contentfags attention otherwise I think they should stop whining about the thread dying. Because obviously.

>>256257
I think it's less that writefags crave attention and more that attention guilt trips them into writing more. If they're writing for fun or just to get an idea out they dont feel obliged to keep writing for the sake of writing but if they have a clear audience hungry for the next installment than that is the key reason to write and update more often

>>256145
>>256146
Hm. Biter filly might make an amusing one-shot. Or two-shot. Too much of a one-note gag to carry a story all on its own for very long.

>>256168
>"Anon, we've gone over this. You can't use double negatives. A negative negates the other negative."
"That's not no problem?"
>Twilight's eye twitches.
>"YES, it's a problem! It leads to ambiguity, confusion, and ponies will think you're dumber than you are!"
"There ain't no way it's bothering nopony."
>A scowl spreads on her face.
>Her horn lights up and a bar of soap pops into existence beside her.
>With a scream, the filly runs.
"I didn't do nothing wrong! I didn't do noth-glblblbglb!"

>>256270
lel

>>256240
Like all writing, mine comes from the subconscious absorption of information as media is consoomed. To say I did much unique is a bit of an overstatement, I just spun it in slightly different ways.
>>256257
I’m not Danish, ree... you post from a different country one time, and you’re a smelly Legolander for life. Keep in mind ASS likely isn’t ded, just in a longer hiatus than normal. I’ve had some contact with him since he fell silent here, and keep in mind that long fucking hiatuses are kind of his schtick at this point.
>>256260
It’s a bit pretentious to say the writefag is owed anything. Just like the humble lurker, he does it for free(TM). The fact that he could stop at any time like >>256259 said doesn’t make his words any more precious to those who don’t enjoy the story, so saying that he is owed (You)s is a bit silly imo.
>>256263
I don’t know about the others, but I have an unhealthy desire for attention. The way I see it I’ll be working in this thread on and off until it no longer exists, so I’ve got a bit of time to finish up old concepts. Except for Lab Filly, that concept is dead with the cyoa format.

>>256167
>>256156
>>256146
>>256173
>>256175
>>256145
Excellent job.

>>256168
>>256270
Kek.

>>256274
>>256263
>>256260
>>256259
>>256258
>>256257
>Responds to everyfilly giving (You)s because I have nothing to add, but agree with all points to some degree.
Sometimes writefagging or contentfagging is bumped off the list of important things to do, due to circumstances in real life.

>>256275
You forgot >>256051
He inspired me to write with his post despite me not being a writefag.

>Ywn eat waffles made with love by momma Twilight in your jammies
Why live?

>>256292
>Why live?
The answer is to no longer live. We'll all meet each other innaquestria, because I'm feeling the magic tonight.

>>256306
"It's time for the lottery."
>You pick up the .44 magnum revolver, load in a single round, and spin the cylinder like a big, dangerous fidget spinner; just like the fucking autist you are.
>You put the thing up to your temples, the lustrous steel carrying a glint from your computer screen in the pitch blackness of your room.
>Click.
>You sigh in relief.
>And then you become angry.
>Why is that relieving? You want to be there, with your loving momfu Twilight, far better than any human parent.
>You pull back the hammer and pull the trigger once more.
>Click.
>In your rage, you press it three more times.
>Unbelievable.
>Well, the next shot would get you for certain.
>"Wait! Stop!"
>You don't even question where the voice is coming from, just that it's trying to take away your salvation.
>In your underused voice you manage to slur out a drunken mumble.
"Why should I? I've half a mind to turn this damn thing on you."
>"Because, you're already dead."
>You laugh, and then look down at your lap.
>Six fucking feet down to your lap.
>"You shot yourself three bullets ago, the passing just didn't allow you to hear it."
"Then how am I holding the gun?"
>"You're not, just a copy. I'll give you your old body back for the day and a case of ammunition. If you can take down sixteen pesky people I've been itching to bump off for a while before midnight on Thursday, then you will be the sole soul to make its way to Equestria."
>"Fail, and you die permanently. Or, I could give you your old life back with a shot of redemption."
>You feel the grin stretching across your mismatched and dirty yellow teeth.
"Where's the ammunition?"

>>256308
>You pull back the hammer and pull the trigger once more
Do you know ground ponies can't pull a trigger?

>>256309
Not a pony yet, it was implied that comes after the murders.

>>256310
My mistake.

>>256167
>>256168
>>256173
Bad filly! No lood!
>>256175
Is she crying? Is this legitimate >rape?

>>256313
Knowing the drawfag's other work, it's probably legitimate rape.

I HATE ALL OF THIS SO FUCKING MUCH
I HATE THE DISCORDNIGGERS AND THE FACT THAT THEY’RE SO NONCHALANTLY KILLING OUR FUCKING THREAD
I HATE ALL OF THE DUMB SHIT PEOPLE IRL WHO TRY TO STEP ALL OVER ME, AND I HATE HOW I HAVE TO FUCKING TAKE IT FOR THE SAKE OF SUCCESS
I HATE THE RETARDS ON DERPIBOORU THAT TREAT OUR PRECIOUS CONCEPT LIKE A DISPOSABLE TOOL FOR ATTENTION
AND GOOD GOD DO I HATE THE JEWS

>>256308
Whata green.
>>256306
Death tries to come for all. Equestria will wait for you however long it takes my friend, in moments to hundreds of years. Time is folded to the most optimum.
>>256315
>AND GOOD GOD DO I HATE THE JEWS
You've taken the first steps to healing, and becoming even stronger than what they could ever imagine. Here's a (You) my friend. Let us not sow divisions now, but later when the stakes we are in subside with the efforts we put in. Harmony, and friendship will come give it time and shitposts.

>>256315
The thread's been dying because we moved to a dead board, so quit angrily shouting into the void

>>256315
retard alert

>>256315
>I hate anyone not doing what I wish
You are missing the point of chan culture anon.
UNADULTERATED AUTISM doesn't give a shit about what the rest is doing.

>>256315
Relax poner.

>>256233
Here's the thing, rarely I made greens from ideas of my on back on 4/chan, instead taking ideas from the ongoing discussion and making them into larger one shots, or continuing ongoing content, from one shot greens from others like the song of heart and from pics and then making a story for them something that happened to pic related.
If you get a drawing for a green or a green for a drawing it doesn't really matter can't say for sure on the second as I'm not a drawfag, it is good to know you inspired someone but shouldn't be what drives one to do something. (You)s are easy to get and nice, but forced ones are meh, to me those are as bland as getting no (You)s, the best are ones questioning parts of the green, debating what happened, saying something the found interesting in it, what ifs...overall just discussing the green itself or points around it. Having fags try and dig more from something you've made is the hypest drug, although I know people who are more than happy to just get a "nice" and "more" for (You)s

>>256257
If a green(which isnt even a green as you aren't using >) starts after a normal post ya may want to add a few ----- to separate them in the post

Also I think this belongs to you: (You)

>>256317
>"We dindu nuffin, blame the board."
Yes, history surely did not repeat itself like every other thread before this that got a discord, it couldn't possible be at fault, noo...

>>256317
>>256322
I mean, the sense of urgency coming from the word "dying" sure pushes more posts but a slow thread is not necessarily proof of a dying anonfilly.

>>256328
Yeah especially considering his post was at 1AM PST. Literally every American user with a job was sleeping when he decided to be a faggot.

>>256322
>get kicked out of the board where we originated
>move to a seekrit club board that splintered from it
>board has several threads with no new posts for days, even months
>become surprised when our thread slows down as well and start to ree at dicksword about it
seems legit

>>256330
>months
I know this site's slow and has a really high page limit, but I can't believe that one on its face.

Otherwise, straight facts

>>256332
Not as many threads with no posts for months, but there still are some.

>>256330
Clearly you weren't here when we first came here, the thread was faster than it had been for a year on /mlp/

>>256330
>start to ree at dicksword about it
This just screams of a discord faggot, sure we’re a slow thread but completely ignoring the issue and saying that a large and active server (when last I left anyways) is not slowing down the thread at all is folly.
>>256329
>Ad hominem
Not even the same guy here, but this is still a pol board. Act like it.
>>256322
Based Brazilfiller. I would follow you to hell and back with wise words like that.
>>256319
It looks more like he’s talking about hating only the discordfags and people in his life. The discord is understandable, but what has the thread done recently to deserve such a hatred?
>>256317
Why give him the time of day if he were wrong? Sounds like a long snouted filly is trying to blend in with the rest of us.
>>256325
This is cute. I’m sorry that nobody has been giving you (You)s recently, but that Rick and Morty filly truly was an abhorrent concept that had no right to exist.

>>256338
>ad hominem
>implying I didn't make a point in the post and the only word I said was "faggot"
fuck off

>>256339
you didnt make a point, all you did was call him a filthy neet you retard.

The only discord I'm seeing right now is the discord being sewn amongst the thread

>>256341
I said that there wasn't activity because people are asleep, you mongoloid nigger

>>256343
Don’t call me a nigger, learn how to word your ramblings better you fucking ape.

>>256342
Get out discordnigger. Go back to your hugbox.

>>256071
So, how is everybody doing with this?

>>256329
Indeed, most posts happen in certain time slots about three to hour hours earlier, then a burst about six hours earlier from this >>256315 post.
Then there are posts of opportunity that just happen,and then after that is the random lurker that posts stuff at weird times, myself included.

So is Quest type material accepted here on this thread or not? I know some fillers were reeing about Reuben's green...

>The local filly meetup was toward the end.
>The cardboard box fort in the tallest section of the castle became our third home.
>"Anonymous A. Filly!"
"It's the Purpo quick scram!"
>"When I get my hooves on you you'll be begging to be sent to the moon or Tartarus!"
>"She's pissed! Run! Run for your lives!"
>Hiding in one of the boxes me and an other filly waited.
>A whisper of a sound came out of me unbidden.
"Yo what do you think pissed her off."
>The filly next to my shuffles slightly.
>"Heard somefilly caused a massive lemon party all over her book fort and herself while reading. For the third time in a row."
>Cardboard could be heard twinkling and vanishing, as her stomps came close the smell of fire became more prominent.
>Twilight is white with rage. Livid could not describe how angry she is.
"Woah! Shit!"
>Magic gathering around the carboard as it vanished, and I did too-

>Be the other Anonfilly.
>She's just...
>gone
"Oh my god! You killed filly you bastard!"

>>256357
We tend not to like quests all that much, nobody has even mentioned Reuben since he left months ago until now and when Lone announced his green wasn't going to be a quest anymore everybody was really happy. I suspect if we had something a lot more well put together like 11-54 of CQ people might be interested, especially since both of those came with lots of pretty drawings of the main characters. So, if you think you can do a really good job, go for it. But if you're going to give us sort of mediocre garbage like Reuben's green was, then I'd say forget about it.

>>256360
>"Oh my god! You killed filly you bastard!"
Kek, I'm surprised we haven't have more South Park related content in this thread.

>"Hey, I've got a pest problem."
"Sure thing, I used to be an exterminator. Where are the little fuckers?"

>>256361
I feel like the deal is that CYOA stuff works better on a faster board, since there was a good CYOA back on /mlp/ when I first began lurking.
As it is though, this board is far too slow for something like that to pan out as well.

>>256347
I gave up after just looking at the first question. You should have made all the questions for the miss/mr mlp poll to keep all the invaders out.

>>256363
Thanks, I hate it.

>>256373
Very cute

>>256374
ur very cute

>>255841 →
A wave of fatigue hit me and I yawned. Amy’s coat was so soft and warm against my face I closed my eyes.

I woke with a start when somepony nudged my shoulder.

“Huh?” I must have fallen asleep, how embarrassing.

“Green, are you alright?” Asked Redheart.

“Uh,” I tried to fight through the fatigue. “er, yeah, just... tired.”

I rested my cheek back on Amy’s neck but with a warm fizzy sensation, I found myself floating away from him.

“Green,” Amy’s voice woke me again and I could feel the bed under me. “Green, you have to let go.”

“What?”

“Your hoof,” He explained. “you need to let go of me.”

“Oh,” I was still holding onto his neck with him awkwardly bending down over the bed. “... Uh, how do I do that?”

Amy seemed stumped by the question. I guess that made sense since I was asking something he’d probably never thought about. My fatigue was already starting to recede; at a guess, magic must be physically tiring. I focused on my hoof and I could feel a slightly higher pressure of magic, so I tried pulling it back into my hoof. This only seemed to grip on tighter, so instead, I tried the opposite and pushed it out of my hoof. Amy looked a bit startled, I guess I was pushing on his magic field? After a couple of seconds of this, I started to feel tired again and my hoof grip released on its own. I felt cold and burrowed into the blankets for warmth.

“-don’t know what I saw then,” said Amy, I must have dozed off for a moment. “But I’ve seen a magic surge before and it looked like a magic surge.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you Amethyst,” Redheart sighed. “I just - you can’t fake a magic surge, can you?”

I was confused for a moment as to why Redheart deferring to her trainee until I remembered that she was an Earth Pony and he was a Unicorn.

Amethyst thought about it for a moment.

“Not... really?” He answered unsurely but gradually became more confident. “I mean if you knew enough illusion magic you could fake the visual and auditory parts but I could feel the magic coming off her and it didn’t feel structured at all; and the amount of magic? Well, look at her, she exhausted her whole mana pool in one shot. That’s not something you can do on purpose; not without years of high yield casting exercises anyway.”

“She’s too old.” Redheart countered. “Is it even possible for an eight-year-old to have a magic surge?”

“I mean, I’d say I’d never heard of such a thing, but...”

“But what?”

“Princess Twilight.”

“What are you saying?” Asked Redheart, incredulously. “That Green could be the next Twilight Sparkle? Is her magic that strong?”

“Oh no,” Amy waved his hooves placatingly. “Nothing like that. Princess Twilight’s magic surge lasted more than eight minutes, hatched a dragon egg, blew the roof off an auditorium and transfigured ponies into plants. They say she levitated herself off the floor and her eyes glowed as bright as the sun itself.”

“And Green?”

“About ten seconds,” Amy explained, “Her eyes glowed and the magic flow was strong enough to float her mane and tail with pure unstructured magic; and as you can see it didn’t give her a cutie mark for magic.”

“Well, there are no guidelines for this, so I guess just do a set of obs and keep a close eye on her,” Redheart instructed, massaging one of her temples with a hoof, “I’ll figure out how to report this to the CMO without him thinking I’m crazy.”

I yawned again and they finally realized I was awake. Nurse Redheart turned to face me and put a hoof on my shoulder.

“How are you feeling?” She asked with a sing-song voice.

“Tired. Cold. Hungry.” I fought through the fatigue to answer. “My skin feels prickly and I’m all... dizzy. I think... I think my blood sugar is low...”

“It’s alright sweetie, you just used a bit too much magic,” Redheart comforted, “It’s perfectly normal.”

“Normal?” asked Amy, “But-”

Redheart’s head turned so fast I’m surprised her nose didn’t break the sound barrier and she fixed Amethyst with a steely glare.

“Amethyst, you’re a Unicorn,” Redheart cut him off, “It’s normal to feel fatigued when you use too much magic, isn’t it.”

It was not a question.

“Why don’t you take a set of obs and then we can let Green have a little nap?” She continued

Amy swallowed nervously and nodded before walking out of the room, returning moments later with an obs trolley. He and Redheart had a whispered conversation as they passed each other in the doorway, but this time I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

I still felt cold so I cocooned myself in the blankets, leaving one foreleg exposed so Amy could take my blood pressure. He clipped an oxygen saturation sensor on one of my ears and set about checking my blood pressure.

I wanted to ask Amy some questions about my ‘magic surge’ but my eyelids felt so heavy.

>>256377
A cute!

>>256376
What a sleepy filly when she should be planning how to take over Equestria with the magic.

>>256344
Fuck you I made it clear that my point was, Americans at 1AM aren't likely to be active. So I repeat: you = gigger nigger

>>256382
Even so, what’s the point? Just because Amerifags aren’t active late at night doesn’t mean they’ll ignore all of the posts that happened when they were asleep.

>>256382
>>256383
Not done yet?

>>256382
>I wasn't awake to make an immediate reply so that guy is a faggot
>The internet is America's backyard, everyone else should bow to our times and standards
>Everyone should just be around and post in my time, all other times of activity dont matter
Not gonna lie, your massive black hole IQ is too large for me to grasp and even meme at, I have no idea what you're trying to prove with that point

Before you even try to defend that "Wah, he posted too late for me" let me remind you where you are: this is not discord, timezones and how long ago a post was made don't matter as long it's pertinent to the discussion at hand
If you want instant (You)s then go back to your shithole and do us all a favor to not come back

>>256388
>>The internet is America's backyard, everyone else should bow to our times and standards
>>Everyone should just be around and post in my time, all other times of activity don't matter
These points are pretty weak considering that most of the posts here are American with a few other flags here and there, but then again this whole argument is stupid to begin with and you're both faggots for continuing it

>>256389
Thanks, (You) too

>>256392
N-no (You)!

>Be A- Purpl- Twilight yeah Twilight Sparkle Twilight Sparkle?!
>You've woke up one fine morning in a strange bed
>in a strange room
>and in a strange body.
>With a qt3.14 green horny filly laying ontop of you.
>Then the unicorn filly opens her eyes and screams.
>You also scream.
>what? It was shocking.
>"Who are you and what have you done to my body!"
"Aw thats so cute- wait focusing I'm Anonymous you must be Twilight?"
>"Yes I'm Twilight! Give me back my body."
>She's pouting.
>There's a knock at the door.
>Rainbow Dash shivering, with an exhausted filly on her back. This one is orange.
>"Twilight switch our bodies some alien somehow hijacked mine."
>She's looking directly at you...
>oh right. Magic Purplecorn of power
"Sorry Rainbow Dash, but your princess is in another body."
>"Hey Twilight the Shy pone got bodyswapped with me, you gotta fix for it my equine?"
"Welcome to the club pal."
>"I can see forever! Hey what the fuck is that?"
>Is that ponk?
>It is.
>"Hey! Hey! You, no (You) yes (You) fix this shit! This is a big fucking plot hole and I want to be the filly not, an old mare-"
>"Hey!"
>"Write something to fix this! Do you hear me! Writefags do something!"
>"What if all if everypony came here?"
>"You're right again Pinkie... doesn't even need to be a writefag just somebody has to... tick. Fucking tock."
"How about we all just calm down a little."
>PinkieAnon just gives you the finger.
>"We are this close. Just... solve this and we'll somehow figure out how to make a portal on our side or something. Heck I'll even try to break through the fourth wall, but... I'm so close to being a filly damnit. (You) have to help us."
>Well let's wait for a bit and see if PinkieAnon isn't crazy.
>If everything goes well there should be little needed on your part.
>

>>256394
Not to worry.

>>256395
"Well I'll be darned it really did work."
>"Thank you even if I can't actually see you now."
>The real Twilight Sparkle is breathing heavily.
>"What did you just do?"
>"Silly Twilight they just got a little help from their friends. Ooo normally I'm the pink one, WooOoOoooO! It's solid like a rock. Let's see here..."
>Pinkie Pie making faces at what is presumebly the forth wall.
>Every Anonfilly is both happy and slightly shocked.
>"Okay here's a (You) mister >>256395 Anonymareican pants."
>"Hey, I'm back to my awesome self."
>She looks around and faces the wall Pinkie is looking at.
>Kind of a side view from ontop of the bed.
>"You're a pretty cool space alien monster thing for doing that."
>"Git back here you varmint."
>Nope I'm going back to sleep and letting someone else do the problem solving.
>It's not like I'm the center of a attention or anything.
>"Hey dudes, look at my hooves. They feel so real."
>Sleep first questioning reality later.
>"Oh hey do you have cherrychimichangas, or- Oh! Wait cupcakes. You know what cupcakes are right? See Twilight, whole new friends to befriend!"
"Good night everyponer."
>"It's everypony, not everyponer."

Would anyone be interested in reading a bunch of short greens I started and then abandoned for little to no reason other than that I got bored? Who knows, maybe I'll even feel like continuing one of them.

>>256397
Yeah, write moar faggot i need a good story

>>256402
Some of these are fucking old. I can't guarantee any of them will be any good.
1.
>Be Anon.
>Be the filly.
>You stand out in the open night, just as you always have.
>But tonight feels different.
>You're still hunting the streets for food by day and sleeping in fear of pedophiles by night, but with the rain washing the filth from your tangled mane, you feel the best you have in months.
>It's almost as if you'd never been pulled across space and time and forced into the body of a young girl.
>The rain is a bit warmer here, almost as if the pegasi are trying to encourage the citizens to enjoy it.
>You need no encouragement.
>Even if you could have scavanged an umbrella, you wouldn't use it.
>The rain reminds you of simpler times.
>Your first childhood, where you took everything for granted.
>Your career.
>Hell, anything was better than this.
>Even if the town had somewhere you could stay the night, you wouldn't have gone.
>No matter how much you liked joking about rape, you'd rather avoid it.

2.
>Ywn cry as filly gets her leg brutally and messily cleaved off by a piece of sharp machinery
>Ywn rush to her side as she bleeds out, the light sound of her delirious giggling filling your pounding ears
>Ywn hear her weakly say 'tis merely a flesh wound' before passing out from bloodloss
>Ywn feel her heartbeat slow and stop while you rush her to the hospital because you didn't properly bandage her wound.
And that's why you always keep Band-AIDS adhesive bandages on hand!

3.
>Implying you'd leave her.
>Stroking her mane lightly, you take a deep breath.
"Well, since I'm already in this mess I'd like to ask you if you have any idea who took you."
>"I remember a bunch of drawings on the walls, really fancy ones. Here..."
>Sliding off part of your hoodie and taking the pencil behind your ear with her one good wing, she draws something that looks a bit like a centipede with a bunch of arrows going out from it.

4.
>The soft hair of her underbelly is a welcome relief.
>Your bruises almost melt away in your shared sleeping bag on the hardwood floor.
"L-"
>"Shh... don't say a word."
>Her hooves work through your tired and pained back like magic.
>You sigh contentedly.
>A moment of heaven, even if it is only a moment.
>You feel the tears start to come.
>Small and unnoticeable at first, but when the sobs start to shake your body your barrel is wrapped with two legs.
>You're tiny, barely bigger than the kindergarteners even though you're her age.
>A good twenty years older actually, but her age in filly years.
>She finally breaks the silence.
>"Tell me how you got that bruise on the back of your neck."
"Please..."
>"Tell me."
"They'll take her away. I'll have nobody again."
>"You can stay here with us."
"I..."
>"Take your time."

5.
>The red filly gets off the bus, a small satchel tied to a stick filled with toiletries and sex toys over her withers.
>The times she had in that old place were good, but it's time to move on.
>She was lucky to escape alive and in one piece after the red and black alicorn OC bearing Tumblr's ranks broke through their walls.
>A tear was shed on that day for all of the comrades (no commie) she lost.
>The land is as barren as Luna's vagina, more of a desert than a

6.
>It's time to pack up and go out into the world on your own, you won't take this tyranny anymore.
"Moooom! I'm running away!"
>"Alright Sugar Pumpkin, just be back in time for dinner."
>She thinks you won't come back, how wrong she is!
>You fill your sack with enough food for a couple of days and set out on your path to stake your claim in this world.
>The path to the edge of Ponyville is longer with stubby fuck horse legs, but you make do.
>You'll show them, you're still a big guy.
>UUUU.
>You stand before the darkened Everfree, storm clouds flashing

7.
>Brrrrrrrrrring.
>The sweet fucking sound that releases you from your chains.
>You shove your already completed homework in your canvas bag (Bethesdafags get fucked) and ride the wave of foals out the door.
>Now to figure out how a filly can have a bit of fun on a Friday night...
>There she is.
>Your answer.
"Sup' Nyx."
>"O-oh, hi Anon."
>You give her a winning grin.
"Wanna have some fuuun?"
>She looks at the ground.
>"I have to finish up my homework..."
"Pfft, five minutes and I can get you all the answers."
>"I-I don't-"
"Come on, wouldn't you like to get it over with?"
>"I guess..."
>You open up her fancy binder on the ground with gusto.
"35. 16. 4. 72. 89. 433. 79. Done."
>"Won't she recognize your-"
"Nope. I've been practicing the writing style of every foal in this class just in case- of course she'll recognize it you dumb fuck, just erase it and copy over it. Now come on, things to do."
>"But Twilight-"
"You're a good filly, she'll believe whatever you tell her you got into..."
>You look her dead in the eyes.
"But don't tell her the truth."
>"L-lie?"
"Mmhm! It's easy..."
>One musical number later, and Nyx is nodding her head, for all intents and purposes convinced.
>Good, you need two for you next task and you can't have a snitch.

8.
>Be filly
>Playing with your friends, spin the bottle and all that gay shit
>Your mom opens the door without knocking
>"Hey Nonny, have you drawn yet today?"
"Mom, I'm busy."
>She walks over, picking you up by the scruff of the neck right as the bottle lands between you and the filly you have a crush on (no homo)
"Moooom!"

9.
>Be filly
>Working at Freddy Krueger's Fapperia
>Playing Minecraft pocket edition on your iPad Pro(TM)
>Big bird comes in and anally rapes you
>Get paid minimum wage at the end of the week

>>256403
There are more of these, but my internet just went out and they're all on my pc. So, goodnight.

>>256405
Goodnight poner.
They're much appreciated.

>>256404
I want to be molested by Rarity

>>256383
>>256388
THE POINT is, screaming that the internet is dead just because there hasn't been a post in like three hours, LIKE A FAGGOT, is fucking stupid when a large number of posters are asleep. Why is this so hard to understand? I'm not claiming America is the only country in the planet.

>>256411
>when a large number of posters are asleep
Not me yet.

>>256412
I'm refering to the all caps post that was made 28 hours ago.

>>256376
I felt like I was drifting away until a sudden jolt woke me. I was still moving, I was falling! I flailed in a panic and only managed to get tangled in the bedsheets, but with my head now uncovered I could see that it wasn’t me that had moved, it was the bed. I was being rolled down a corridor.

Relax, breathe, everything is fine.

I felt wet and sticky and I definitely didn’t check to see if I’d wet the bed; and even if I did check it was unnecessary because I hadn’t. I’m not a baby.

My sheets were damp though, from a cold sweat. By the miracle of this new body’s healthy skin, it didn’t itch. It was still uncomfortable though.

Amy was keeping pace next to the bed as it was being rolled down the corridor.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“We’re going for a ride.” Said Amy.

“I can see that,” I deadpanned. “Where are we going?”

“Thaumatology,” The word was unfamiliar, but it was clear enough what it was by context. “The doctor just wants to run a few tests to make sure you’re okay.”

“Great.”

My horn was starting to hurt like it was clamped in a vice that was slowly being tightened and I wanted to be asleep and these ponies had no idea what was wrong with me and even if they did they wouldn’t tell me because I’m just a child. Ugh, my head.

“Hey Green, are you alright?” Amy asked with concern.

“Fine,” I snapped.

“Are you in pain?”

“Yes.”

“Did you need som-”

“I’ll live,” I pulled the blankets over my head again and curled up to face away from him.

I didn’t see much of Thaumatology because the lights were too bright, making my eyes sting and my head throb. Stupid lights. Stupid ponies with their poking and prodding and their clippity-clopping hooves on the hard floor. Stupid machines with their beeping and clacking and whirring.

I groaned and ponies looked at me with concern. Probably. Or maybe they didn’t. I don’t know, my eyes were closed and I was ignoring them.

>stupid pony body.
>stupid hooves with no real traction.
>stupid tile floor.
>stupid mop wringer.
>why can't side gigs be easier on fillies like you?
>you take your tips for the day - just enough for a cab-carriage home, thank fuck - and toss your apron, glad today is your last day for another week.
>you decide, however, a detour is in order.

>Sweet Apple Acres.
>sweet and homely place, but you're not really here for that.
>knock, knock, knock.
>Apple horse answers - just who you hoped to meet.
>"Howdy, Anon. What takes ya to this part 'a town?"
>your mouth is dry, your neck is craned to minimize pain, and you can only guess the grease from the deep fryer has gotten into your forehead fur.
"...does your stash include gin, vodka, tequila, rum, and orange liqueur?"
>"I...I might. But what's gotcha interested in drinkin' tonight? Are ya alright? Maybe you could take mah bed t'night, maybe a li'l soup and some wat-"
>as she offers her advice and help, you barely register the grinding of your teeth.
"All I want. Is to teach you a recipe I know. Is that alright to you?"
>she seems concerned for you, but after a moment, she nods wordlessly and gestures you in.

"-Now after you mix this all in, you add some coke for color, and you've got the easiest hardcore cocktail to drink: a Long Island Iced Tea."
>"Eh..coke?"
>fuck. Right.
"Do you have any sweet soda around? Preferably brown?"
>"Ah...don't really stock pop, just cider 'n juice."
>you're becoming more aware of AJ's subtle changes in expression.
>on account of your unblinking stare.
"You can't make a Long Island, without cola. This shit is like four different kinds of liquor."
>"Now Anon, it's nothin' to worry about, is it? We can try it with juice, might be fi-"
"This is a LONG ISLAND. IT NEEDS. COKE."
>"If yer gonna raise yer voice after dinnertime, ah'll have to ask ya t'leave. Bloom 'n Granny Smith're tryna sleep. Can't we just take a moment to air it out, calmly?"
>you're shaking.
>your frustrated glare slowly shifts toward the unfinished cocktail.
>you bite back a swear, grabbing the glass and kissing your taste buds goodbye.
>with your past experience you get it down with one long gulp, but your filly throat cries for the release of death.
>as you let out two quiet wheezes, trying to get the taste out of your throat, Applejack comes close, sitting beside you.
>"Anon...why did ya come here, really?"
>you feel it all hit you at once.
>your wagie-tier part time job, your injury, your alcohol, all come at you full force.
>your senses dull as you speak, barely even audible and interspersed with shivering little sobs.
>you doubt you'll remember the specifics of this night.
>but at least you got to sleep with your waifu.

>>256415
wrote with a hangover. Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Can you guess why I got drunk last night

>>256415
>you wake up in a very warm place.
>your back is cradled in something warm, like you got a little snagged and bunched up in your sheets.
>your neck hurts even more than it did yesterday.
>slowly but surely you recount the last 12 hours, as the warmth behind you seems to shift.
>just as you open your eyes, you feel hooves drape over your withers, your neck screaming to stop moving before the pain almost fully ceases.
>"Mornin' sugarcube."
"Shit-"
>it slips out amid your panicked jump, but as the pain returns, you whimper slightly in pain.
>"Ya weren't lyin' about that fall, sug. Yer neck feels like a knotted rope. D'ya need to rest up some more? Ah gotcha some water, an' Ah can bring leftovers up here from breakfast in a bit."
>you don't reply, just trying to rest your neck into the right position.
"Is it okay that we just...stay like this?"
>"A'course."
"Thanks Jack."

>a few minutes pass in silence, before a thought comes to mind.
"Hey, is there apple flavored whiskey innaquestria?"
>"Not that I know of."
"Well...there's this brand from...back home. It's called Tennesee Apple, and the stuff is made by a company called Jack Daniels."
>you hear a little snort from behind, and you can only imagine how wide she's grinning.
>"Apple Jack. Ah like the sound'a that, squirt."

I don't know how to translate them.

>>256363
god i wish that was me

Anon's quality time with filly.
I fucked up his leg, i know

>>256363
I can't hate something this cute, fucking fuck.

>>256418
"I'm not a dog" lol

>>256421
I hope she has ear pro!

>>256415
>>256417
This is very comfy, many thanks Ash.

>>256417
Why not teach her real apple Jack? The liquor made by freeze distilling cider?

>>256421
>"God dammit Lieutenant Dan, your theory had better be correct or you’re paying for the hearing aids."
"Oh, shut your mouth. When have I ever been wrong?"

>>256427
Dammit-
>>256428
I didn't know about that, neat.

>>256429
>>256426
Hearing aid? What's a hearing aid

>>256432
the interior of that ear is so out of whack I love it

>>256432
>"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
"I SAID WHAT THE FUCK IS AN EAR RAID?"
>"EAR AIDS?"
"YEAH! THE FUCK IS IT?"
>"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?"
"NO YOU DON'T FUCK IT!"
>"YOU'RE PAYING FOR THIS!"
"I'M NOT PRAYING TO GET EAR AIDS EITHER!"

>>256430
Fun fact, I believe it was New Jersey that once payed workers in apple Jack to build roads

>>256420
Thanks.

>>256437
lmfao, they fucking would

>>256438
11/10

>>256446
no u, qt, come to Equestria!

More Filly needed.

>>256438
That's beautiful.

>>256452
All the filly all the time!

Some collared fillers UUUU

I wish to be the filly and snuggle with a fellow anonfilly

I'm disappointed that this isn't being hosted here as it should be like Lone's contest was, but we can't let the normalfags outfilly us.
https://www.fimfiction.net/group/213721/pony-transformation-general/thread/427028/anon-filly-contest
First place is $100.
Second is $60.
Third is $40.
Best of luck, and may the best writefag win.

>>256462
Thanks, fag. You're doing good work. No homo

>>256462
The most of the people funding the contest aren't even aware of this place.

>>256464
I know...
It's despicable, isn't it?

>>256462
Reporting of da rules
1. The story must be about Anonfilly.
2. Each person may only enter the contest once.
3. Entries must be in English.
4. Story submission starts on January 24th 2020 and end on February 24th 2020, at 11:59 EST.
5. The story must be at least 1,500 words, and be complete at a maximum of 6,000 words at time of submission.
6. The story must be newly written for this contest. Nothing previously posted to Fimfiction or anywhere else is eligible.
7. To preserve judging anonymity, the story must not be posted anywhere until after the voting is over. Also, don’t do anything else that would reveal your identity and bias the voting.
8. Each story must be posted to Fimfiction once the voting is over. Winners cannot claim their prizes if their story isn't posted.
9. Stories entered must be T rating or below. Anonfilly may have the mind of an adult, but let's not do naughty things.
10. Winners will receive their prizes via Paypal. Do not enter if you can’t receive funds in this way.