>Spoonfeed me. What's this thread about?
This thread typically consists of Anon gone filly, as he's thrust into a new life as a cute little pony.
>What's to be expected?
Fillies, cuteness, Anon-tier shenanigans, bitchy Twilight, desires to be the little filly, etc..
>Any archive of photos or stories?
Dropbox (Photos):
https://www.dropbox.com/sh/h46ituoalc71wp9/AACmTe3H8s10ArK3-5Q_3juqa?dl=0
Stories:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1a4t08j9QfWYnKlivtEHxvvuxHddJy29JOPXuJeQijMY/
>I'm a contributor.
Great! For writers, just write, because the guys handling the doc are ded. For artist, animators, and any other, store them in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure.
>I don't like this thread because of reasons.
You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly.
Old Anon Mare:
>>115709 →
/mlpol/ - My Little Politics
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~Yay! Fresh bread.
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Will filly ever get to go home and stay there?
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>>117758
sh-shut up!
y-you're just saying that!
This place isn't really home, it's just a very nice place to stay!
It doesn't matter that the people here aren't mean to me and they actually care about me, it isn't home dammit!
w-when I was first kicked out of my home, I w-was lost, s-scared, a-and confused more than I've ever been before in my life; I j-just want e-everything to be back to the way it w-was before
Is that too much to ask?
sh-shut up!
y-you're just saying that!
This place isn't really home, it's just a very nice place to stay!
It doesn't matter that the people here aren't mean to me and they actually care about me, it isn't home dammit!
w-when I was first kicked out of my home, I w-was lost, s-scared, a-and confused more than I've ever been before in my life; I j-just want e-everything to be back to the way it w-was before
Is that too much to ask?
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>>117762
Fuck off PTFG shill
Fuck off PTFG shill
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I did a doodle of the filly. pls no bully quality.
>>117781
because
1.obligatory >she's not real yet
2.i really doubt any filly/anon would even like me irl to do that, besides maybe a clone
3.there wouldn't be a way to have a cd/phone/computer in horseland to have the sounds playing, and if there wasn't anything taken from earth, jupiter couldn't be recorded to have the sounds anyways
because
1.obligatory >she's not real yet
2.i really doubt any filly/anon would even like me irl to do that, besides maybe a clone
3.there wouldn't be a way to have a cd/phone/computer in horseland to have the sounds playing, and if there wasn't anything taken from earth, jupiter couldn't be recorded to have the sounds anyways
>>117767
Does this exists here as well?
Dont think this will be something that will just come up while lurking so i ll spoonfeed you >>117766. In /mlp/ threads Anons are completely annonymous and here we have flags and IDs, some Anons didnt like that when we moved in and asked if it could be changed, so in the end we got a compromise with flags but no IDs
I personally liked the IDs tbh, but gotta agree it took off that feel of anonymity, afterall in the end everyone here is just another filly but you
Does this exists here as well?
Dont think this will be something that will just come up while lurking so i ll spoonfeed you >>117766. In /mlp/ threads Anons are completely annonymous and here we have flags and IDs, some Anons didnt like that when we moved in and asked if it could be changed, so in the end we got a compromise with flags but no IDs
I personally liked the IDs tbh, but gotta agree it took off that feel of anonymity, afterall in the end everyone here is just another filly but you
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>tfw the UK flag is tarnished from PTFG shill
Going to have to make maximum fun posts or actually update my green when I get back home
Going to have to make maximum fun posts or actually update my green when I get back home
>tfw I'll be all alone tomorrow
>tfw I'll still have you fucks to hang out with
doesn't feel too bad
>tfw I'll still have you fucks to hang out with
doesn't feel too bad
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I wish for filly to pee in my mouth.
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Okay, recap time!
Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G
>You are Anon Filly, one of at least five humans who have woken up in Equestria in the body of a filly.
>You woke up in Canterlot 10 years before the return of Luna, but luckily for you, Princess Celestia found you a home with Twilight (who also used to be a human) and her family.
>So far, you've had a bit of a rough ride.
>You've had bullies threatening you with knives, and changeling infiltrators trying to erase your memory to keep you from finding out about your plans.
>But you're a clever filly, and you've made it through all of this nonsense.
>In fact, you even ended up with a cutie mark from all of it - a question mark.
>Apparently your special talent is seeing the future.
>Thus far, you've had a prophecy telling you to get all of the human-turned ponies together, or one of them (Fizzlepop Berrytwist, who was apparently a communist in her previous life) is going to lead the changelings to conquering Equestria!
>Right now you're in Ponyville, having just relocated with Twilight, her family, and Princess Cadance.
>The family has a hit on its head, so you're trying lay low while the changeling menace in Canterlot is being dealt with.
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>You are Anon Filly, one of at least five humans who have woken up in Equestria in the body of a filly.
>You woke up in Canterlot 10 years before the return of Luna, but luckily for you, Princess Celestia found you a home with Twilight (who also used to be a human) and her family.
>So far, you've had a bit of a rough ride.
>You've had bullies threatening you with knives, and changeling infiltrators trying to erase your memory to keep you from finding out about your plans.
>But you're a clever filly, and you've made it through all of this nonsense.
>In fact, you even ended up with a cutie mark from all of it - a question mark.
>Apparently your special talent is seeing the future.
>Thus far, you've had a prophecy telling you to get all of the human-turned ponies together, or one of them (Fizzlepop Berrytwist, who was apparently a communist in her previous life) is going to lead the changelings to conquering Equestria!
>Right now you're in Ponyville, having just relocated with Twilight, her family, and Princess Cadance.
>The family has a hit on its head, so you're trying lay low while the changeling menace in Canterlot is being dealt with.
>>117775
Oh, hay. Are we posting our """art""" now? Here's mine. What do you think guys? Do I have what it takes to be a world-class clop artist?
Oh, hay. Are we posting our """art""" now? Here's mine. What do you think guys? Do I have what it takes to be a world-class clop artist?
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>>117775
In case any of you faggots missed them, here are all of my masterpieces.
There will be an update tonight, I promise.
In case any of you faggots missed them, here are all of my masterpieces.
There will be an update tonight, I promise.
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>>117850
I dunno, Anon. I don't think you'd really be able to see any dock there. In fact, I'd say that everything is perhaps a bit out of place i.e. the genitalia is too high up unless we assume that filly is down in front with her rear raised in the air, and that we are looking at it from an angle. And of course her genitals are proportionally far too big for her body.
I'll save filly-think for someone else to use.
I dunno, Anon. I don't think you'd really be able to see any dock there. In fact, I'd say that everything is perhaps a bit out of place i.e. the genitalia is too high up unless we assume that filly is down in front with her rear raised in the air, and that we are looking at it from an angle. And of course her genitals are proportionally far too big for her body.
I'll save filly-think for someone else to use.
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I cant draw, but have a filly edit
>>117896
Byotiful. Somebody had better be saving all of this high quality art we're getting, it needs to be archived for generations of fillies to come.
Byotiful. Somebody had better be saving all of this high quality art we're getting, it needs to be archived for generations of fillies to come.
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>>117896
Awesome.
I wen't ahead and made the legs green, because I'm a total loser with nothing better to do.
Someone do the made. I can't get it right.
Awesome.
I wen't ahead and made the legs green, because I'm a total loser with nothing better to do.
Someone do the made. I can't get it right.
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>>117927
See that flap sticking up in the air? It had a tiny patch not covered.
Now you can sleep easier.
See that flap sticking up in the air? It had a tiny patch not covered.
Now you can sleep easier.
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>>116671 →
I feel like I'm getting rusty. All of this time off can't be good for my story, tell me if anything could stand to be fixed.
>Fuck it, you didn't come all the way to Equestria to just end up a sniveling mess on the floor, that's just what Twilight wants from you.
>Jokes on her, you know where she keeps the booze.
>Feigning a mope off into the castle, you spring up as soon as you're out of sight.
"League, if I'm going to die, I want to spend my last moments singing shitty drinking songs. You can either sit there awkwardly sober, or you can join me."
>She just gives you a massive goofy grin.
>"Friends share, Anon."
>You take a moment to stop by your room to conceal your implements of mass destruction properly underneath a conveniently loose piece of amethyst.
>Okay… you may have only just now remembered that you and Lyra had gotten into the planning stages of a massive drug operation, which required you to have a place to hide the funds.
>Would have been really fucking useful earlier with the cash, but you digress.
>The two of you navigate your way over to the main stairwell, descending to Twilight's dungeon.
>Tapping your left forehoof against the walls, you eventually hear a metallic clank.
>Pressing your hoof against the cleverly-painted button, you are rewarded with a click.
>Descending the rest of the way into the dungeon, you see that a portion of the stone foundation has slid out to reveal a well-stocked cabinet of alcohol.
>You never dared to get into this beforehand, you were too afraid of the consequences.
>But even though you're trembling at the cabinet, you feel an obligation to follow through.
>To drink like no filly has before.
>Make your selection.
I feel like I'm getting rusty. All of this time off can't be good for my story, tell me if anything could stand to be fixed.
>Fuck it, you didn't come all the way to Equestria to just end up a sniveling mess on the floor, that's just what Twilight wants from you.
>Jokes on her, you know where she keeps the booze.
>Feigning a mope off into the castle, you spring up as soon as you're out of sight.
"League, if I'm going to die, I want to spend my last moments singing shitty drinking songs. You can either sit there awkwardly sober, or you can join me."
>She just gives you a massive goofy grin.
>"Friends share, Anon."
>You take a moment to stop by your room to conceal your implements of mass destruction properly underneath a conveniently loose piece of amethyst.
>Okay… you may have only just now remembered that you and Lyra had gotten into the planning stages of a massive drug operation, which required you to have a place to hide the funds.
>Would have been really fucking useful earlier with the cash, but you digress.
>The two of you navigate your way over to the main stairwell, descending to Twilight's dungeon.
>Tapping your left forehoof against the walls, you eventually hear a metallic clank.
>Pressing your hoof against the cleverly-painted button, you are rewarded with a click.
>Descending the rest of the way into the dungeon, you see that a portion of the stone foundation has slid out to reveal a well-stocked cabinet of alcohol.
>You never dared to get into this beforehand, you were too afraid of the consequences.
>But even though you're trembling at the cabinet, you feel an obligation to follow through.
>To drink like no filly has before.
>Make your selection.
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>>117952
Maybe it's white slime? Like Gak or something. Semen would actually be better put to use inside of filly.
Maybe it's white slime? Like Gak or something. Semen would actually be better put to use inside of filly.
>>117955
At first I read this like you thought she was actually smushing a piece of glass like it was slime.
Then I realized I was the idiot in this situation.
At first I read this like you thought she was actually smushing a piece of glass like it was slime.
Then I realized I was the idiot in this situation.
>>117955
Smudging it with what? Like holy shit, if that's just grease out of her coat then you could pick her up and wring her out like a wet rag.
Smudging it with what? Like holy shit, if that's just grease out of her coat then you could pick her up and wring her out like a wet rag.
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>>117990
Nice pasta, Aussie, but you've used that recipe already.
And we won our battle.
Now run along back to your emu overlords.
Nice pasta, Aussie, but you've used that recipe already.
And we won our battle.
Now run along back to your emu overlords.
New update for you all, hope it doesn't disappoint! Feedback is still welcome, as I'm still trying to improve for you all. When we last left Anonymous, he went to sleep after a long day of chores with Spike.
>your dreams are fairly similar to the daydream you had in school, except this time there's no bartender Celestia
>that's good, you could be expecting Luna any minute
>instead, you're back wandering around your college with a bunch of EqG abominations
>why are you even here?
>why are these here?
>fucking disgusting, no human is supposed to be these colors!
>you walk away from this mess as far as you can, at least until the render distance shifts to let you not see them anymore
>the rest of the town is deserted, though
>oh well, more room for activities
>now what do you do?
>well, you could try to recreate the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny, but this isn't Tokyo
>or is it?
>you concentrate as hard as you can with everything you know about Japan's capital and try to project it on to the environment around you
>nope.jpg
>apparently just because it's your dream doesn't mean you can do anything you want
>dang
>can you at least summon in different beings to join you?
>you focus as hard as you can on Godzilla, trying to make your brain take the hint
>after a few seconds, you stop since Godzilla hasn't appeared
>when you look down at the street, however, there is a gecko in front of you!
>it's not the king of the kaiju, but it's sure better than nothing
>sadly, it probably can't handle a bat-grenade or eat Optimus Prime
>it could definitely sneak up on Indiana Jones, though
>you'll work on it
>one day, you shall dream the Ultimate Showdown
>and it will be amazing
>old memes are the best, most of them age like fine wine
>might as well take Godzilla Jr. over to the college and see how badly he can mess up the abominations there while you're waiting
>you pick up the gecko in your left hand and put it on your right shoulder
>it stays right there because it knows it's your dream lizard
>if it's this obedient here, imagine what'll happen when you get back!
>you make the walk back to your college to see that all those "humans" are still populating the area
>you set down Godzilla Jr. on the ground and concentrated on him a bit more
>when you open your eyes again, he's about the size of a horse
>success!
>you hop on its back and start your rampage through the school because fuck it, it's your dream and you can do whatever you want here
>be Princess Luna
>you've checked on everything else you need to for the night, time to see what Anonymous is up to
>you close your eyes and concentrate on him for a second as you teleport to his dreamscape
>when you open your eyes, you see that you're in a town
>it looks like Manehattan in style, but it's buildings are much smaller and still different in a way that you can't quite tell
>is this what an average human town looks like?
>so far you can't tell where he is, as the area seems deserted
>you're going to have to track him through his own mind if you don't want to be searching until the dream ends, and you don't want to be stuck in somepony else's dream when it ends
>then it's just a mess to get back out of later
>after searching through the layers of his subconscious, you eventually get a lock on his location here
>you wander this town for another few minutes until you find another complex of buildings that shows signs of life
>well, showed
>much to your horror, you see blood and viscera splattered all around this courtyard and a set of very large tracks going through it all
>this is bad, Anonymous might be in danger!
>the dream still isn't fading so he's still active here, but if he dies here it could give him some lasting brain damage!
>you run into the complex as fast as you can, keeping on as close a path to Anonymous as you can
>it's not easy to do so, this area's pretty enclosed and it won't help much trying to fly around these buildings
>you can only hope that you get to him before whatever monster is causing this does
>eventually you come to a dead-end blocked off by a large wall
>Anonymous should be right on the other side of it!
>but you also hear screaming
>the monster must have found him first!
>in a split-second decision, you decide to blow the wall with a magic bolt
>you charge up the spell as fast as you can and fire off a shot that sends the wall crumbling inwards in a cloud of dust
>your dreams are fairly similar to the daydream you had in school, except this time there's no bartender Celestia
>that's good, you could be expecting Luna any minute
>instead, you're back wandering around your college with a bunch of EqG abominations
>why are you even here?
>why are these here?
>fucking disgusting, no human is supposed to be these colors!
>you walk away from this mess as far as you can, at least until the render distance shifts to let you not see them anymore
>the rest of the town is deserted, though
>oh well, more room for activities
>now what do you do?
>well, you could try to recreate the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny, but this isn't Tokyo
>or is it?
>you concentrate as hard as you can with everything you know about Japan's capital and try to project it on to the environment around you
>nope.jpg
>apparently just because it's your dream doesn't mean you can do anything you want
>dang
>can you at least summon in different beings to join you?
>you focus as hard as you can on Godzilla, trying to make your brain take the hint
>after a few seconds, you stop since Godzilla hasn't appeared
>when you look down at the street, however, there is a gecko in front of you!
>it's not the king of the kaiju, but it's sure better than nothing
>sadly, it probably can't handle a bat-grenade or eat Optimus Prime
>it could definitely sneak up on Indiana Jones, though
>you'll work on it
>one day, you shall dream the Ultimate Showdown
>and it will be amazing
>old memes are the best, most of them age like fine wine
>might as well take Godzilla Jr. over to the college and see how badly he can mess up the abominations there while you're waiting
>you pick up the gecko in your left hand and put it on your right shoulder
>it stays right there because it knows it's your dream lizard
>if it's this obedient here, imagine what'll happen when you get back!
>you make the walk back to your college to see that all those "humans" are still populating the area
>you set down Godzilla Jr. on the ground and concentrated on him a bit more
>when you open your eyes again, he's about the size of a horse
>success!
>you hop on its back and start your rampage through the school because fuck it, it's your dream and you can do whatever you want here
>be Princess Luna
>you've checked on everything else you need to for the night, time to see what Anonymous is up to
>you close your eyes and concentrate on him for a second as you teleport to his dreamscape
>when you open your eyes, you see that you're in a town
>it looks like Manehattan in style, but it's buildings are much smaller and still different in a way that you can't quite tell
>is this what an average human town looks like?
>so far you can't tell where he is, as the area seems deserted
>you're going to have to track him through his own mind if you don't want to be searching until the dream ends, and you don't want to be stuck in somepony else's dream when it ends
>then it's just a mess to get back out of later
>after searching through the layers of his subconscious, you eventually get a lock on his location here
>you wander this town for another few minutes until you find another complex of buildings that shows signs of life
>well, showed
>much to your horror, you see blood and viscera splattered all around this courtyard and a set of very large tracks going through it all
>this is bad, Anonymous might be in danger!
>the dream still isn't fading so he's still active here, but if he dies here it could give him some lasting brain damage!
>you run into the complex as fast as you can, keeping on as close a path to Anonymous as you can
>it's not easy to do so, this area's pretty enclosed and it won't help much trying to fly around these buildings
>you can only hope that you get to him before whatever monster is causing this does
>eventually you come to a dead-end blocked off by a large wall
>Anonymous should be right on the other side of it!
>but you also hear screaming
>the monster must have found him first!
>in a split-second decision, you decide to blow the wall with a magic bolt
>you charge up the spell as fast as you can and fire off a shot that sends the wall crumbling inwards in a cloud of dust
>>117998
>be Anonymous
>your fuck-it fueled rampage atop Godzilla Jr. was cut short by an explosion caving in the wall to your right
>it sends up a massive cloud of dust that has you pull your shirt over your nose until you remember that it isn't real dust
>"CEASE YOUR AGGRESSION BEFORE I BANISH THEE, BEAST"
>that voice
>it's Luna!
>is she talking to you?
>guess you might have some explaining to do
"Hold on, don't shoot! I can explain!"
>you jump off of Godzilla Jr.'s back as the dust clears
>you walk up to Luna, who is at first thankful to see that you're alright
>this changes to a look of horror, disgust, and confusion when she sees what's going on in the room
>bloodstained walls and even more viscera, as well as Godzilla Jr. chewing on what's left of someone
>"I don't think an explanation's necessary, I have enough of an idea of what's happened now."
>her face has turned a slight shade of green, and she doesn't look so good
"Hold on, I'll get you to the bathroom. You don't look alright."
>she lets you lead her away from the scene in that room and over to a nearby bathroom
>as soon as she gets to a sink, she immediately hops up and pukes into it
>poor thing, you guess ponies' dreams aren't this violent or detailed
>she really shouldn't see any of your nightmares, then
>it's probably also a good idea that she didn't know what the "EXTERMINATUS" button did either
>you stand next to her, unsure of what to do for a few more seconds until she picks her head up and wipes off her mouth
"Are you alright?"
>"No, not after seeing that."
>she mumbles something under her breath, and you can barely make out some of what she said
>something about Tia being right and you being a savage
>you would feel offended, but now that you think about it, this was a pretty barbaric and disgusting dream
"Yeah, sorry about this. I guess earlier events put the seed of violence in my mind."
>Luna looks more blue than green again, at least
>she's also regained the composure she had from her last visit
>"Shall we pick up where we left off, or is there anything new you'd like to say?"
>shit, where did you two leave off?
>that's right, moon landings
"Well, we humans have been to the moon several times with probes and a few times with actual people. There were supposed to be 7 missions that went there from my home country, but only 6 actually made it. The 7th had to skip the landing because of technical difficulties."
>Luna seems to have pushed the recent happenings of your dream out of her head and is now focusing on what you're saying more than anything else
>so you continue to explain everything you know about the Apollo missions carried out by the US and include a few other things that you remember about Soviet probes and some planned Chinese and Indian probes
>by the time you've explained that, she seems to have forgotten all about the mess in the next room, still being guarded by Godzilla Jr.
>instead she's turned her focus entirely towards the subject of space and what humans have done with it
>"What else has your species done in terms of space travel?"
"Well, we've created multiple space stations, one of which is used by almost every developed country as a place to study space and how it affects things."
>"And you have been able to send other humans there?"
"Yes, we have. That space station is constantly occupied by people too, but the people rotate out every so often."
>she seems absolutely stunned by this
>while she's taking in that statement, you decide to try to clean up your dream a bit by removing every entity but you and Luna
>you close your eyes and concentrate
>you open them a few seconds later, not knowing whether you succeeded or not
>she's back to looking at you, so if you're going to check you're going to need to do it discreetly
>ah fuck it, the worst that can happen is that she sees what she's already seen
"Hold on, I'm gonna check something."
>you stick your head out of the bathroom, and to your relief, it worked
>no more blood and guts, but no Godzilla Jr. either
"Alright, I cleaned up the damages I caused. Would you like to take a walk around with me?"
>be Anonymous
>your fuck-it fueled rampage atop Godzilla Jr. was cut short by an explosion caving in the wall to your right
>it sends up a massive cloud of dust that has you pull your shirt over your nose until you remember that it isn't real dust
>"CEASE YOUR AGGRESSION BEFORE I BANISH THEE, BEAST"
>that voice
>it's Luna!
>is she talking to you?
>guess you might have some explaining to do
"Hold on, don't shoot! I can explain!"
>you jump off of Godzilla Jr.'s back as the dust clears
>you walk up to Luna, who is at first thankful to see that you're alright
>this changes to a look of horror, disgust, and confusion when she sees what's going on in the room
>bloodstained walls and even more viscera, as well as Godzilla Jr. chewing on what's left of someone
>"I don't think an explanation's necessary, I have enough of an idea of what's happened now."
>her face has turned a slight shade of green, and she doesn't look so good
"Hold on, I'll get you to the bathroom. You don't look alright."
>she lets you lead her away from the scene in that room and over to a nearby bathroom
>as soon as she gets to a sink, she immediately hops up and pukes into it
>poor thing, you guess ponies' dreams aren't this violent or detailed
>she really shouldn't see any of your nightmares, then
>it's probably also a good idea that she didn't know what the "EXTERMINATUS" button did either
>you stand next to her, unsure of what to do for a few more seconds until she picks her head up and wipes off her mouth
"Are you alright?"
>"No, not after seeing that."
>she mumbles something under her breath, and you can barely make out some of what she said
>something about Tia being right and you being a savage
>you would feel offended, but now that you think about it, this was a pretty barbaric and disgusting dream
"Yeah, sorry about this. I guess earlier events put the seed of violence in my mind."
>Luna looks more blue than green again, at least
>she's also regained the composure she had from her last visit
>"Shall we pick up where we left off, or is there anything new you'd like to say?"
>shit, where did you two leave off?
>that's right, moon landings
"Well, we humans have been to the moon several times with probes and a few times with actual people. There were supposed to be 7 missions that went there from my home country, but only 6 actually made it. The 7th had to skip the landing because of technical difficulties."
>Luna seems to have pushed the recent happenings of your dream out of her head and is now focusing on what you're saying more than anything else
>so you continue to explain everything you know about the Apollo missions carried out by the US and include a few other things that you remember about Soviet probes and some planned Chinese and Indian probes
>by the time you've explained that, she seems to have forgotten all about the mess in the next room, still being guarded by Godzilla Jr.
>instead she's turned her focus entirely towards the subject of space and what humans have done with it
>"What else has your species done in terms of space travel?"
"Well, we've created multiple space stations, one of which is used by almost every developed country as a place to study space and how it affects things."
>"And you have been able to send other humans there?"
"Yes, we have. That space station is constantly occupied by people too, but the people rotate out every so often."
>she seems absolutely stunned by this
>while she's taking in that statement, you decide to try to clean up your dream a bit by removing every entity but you and Luna
>you close your eyes and concentrate
>you open them a few seconds later, not knowing whether you succeeded or not
>she's back to looking at you, so if you're going to check you're going to need to do it discreetly
>ah fuck it, the worst that can happen is that she sees what she's already seen
"Hold on, I'm gonna check something."
>you stick your head out of the bathroom, and to your relief, it worked
>no more blood and guts, but no Godzilla Jr. either
"Alright, I cleaned up the damages I caused. Would you like to take a walk around with me?"
>>117999
>be Luna
>Anonymous went on a murderous rampage in his dream with the help of what you think is a giant gecko before you showed up
>he managed to distract you with more facts about humans and their adventures in space, but you're still pretty shaken
>he said he's fixed it, but do you really want to see?
>not wanting to be rude and incur the wrath of a human, you accept his offer
"I think some fresh air would help, Let's go."
>as you two step out, you see that he has actually fixed it
>maybe he's not as much of an uncaring monster as this dream suggests
>humanity must be an enigma if Anonymous is a good example of an average man
>it's hard to believe that Twilight convinced him to become a filly
>was he convinced?
>you're not entirely sure, you never got the chance to ask her about it
>something to write her a letter about, definitely
>but back to what's around you
>this dreamscape may look a bit odd, but it has its charm
"Would you mind terribly if I asked you where we are?"
>Anonymous looks around and shrugs
>"This is where I went to college before being brought to Equestria. It's a nice campus, but I never went outside that much. Want me to show you around?"
>this place is impressive enough from just walking around it, it must be 3 times the size of an average Equestrian college!
>would you two even be able to complete a tour before the dream changed?
"Why not show me where you spent the most time?"
>"Alright, I'll give you the top five, in no particular order."
>he leads you inside a large building and down a set of stairs
>"This is the computer science room where I had my programming classes."
>the room is full of dark-colored boxes, flat black panels, some other devices, and a bunch of things that look like typewriters, but flatter and with many more buttons
>are these computers?
>you look back to Anonymous after you've finished scanning the room
>"Ready to move on?"
>you nod, and he leads you back out and up the stairs
>instead of going back out though, he climbs further up
>you follow him up, and he turns into a hallway and into a different room
>this one's got a few of those computers from the other one, but it's also got more open space in the middle
>"This is the room where my engineering classes take place, it usually has more people and machines in it though."
>machines?
>those machines must run off of electricity if it's true that humans don't have magic
>that must be a nightmare to work with, magic is a lot easier to use in a circuit
>if only you could've looked at one of those machines he mentioned, then you'd be able to know for sure
>you turn back to him, signalling you're ready to move on
>"Alright, the next two places aren't going to be very interesting, so I'll just walk you past them."
"What makes them so uninteresting?"
>"I'm pretty sure that advanced mathematics and cafeterias exist in Equestria, but feel free to correct me if they don't."
>point taken
"Alright, you might as well just bring me back to the last spot you wanted to show me if the other spots are really that boring."
>"Cool, on to the best and last spot!"
>Anonymous starts walking off back towards the stairs, and you follow
>he leads you down to the ground floor and back out
>instead of taking you to any of the other buildings nearby, he completely leaves the complex and goes to a different looking building nearby
>you continue to follow him as he enters the building and climbs even more stairs, eventually stopping in front of a door
>"And this is where I lived, my apartment!
>he opens the door to reveal…
>be Luna
>Anonymous went on a murderous rampage in his dream with the help of what you think is a giant gecko before you showed up
>he managed to distract you with more facts about humans and their adventures in space, but you're still pretty shaken
>he said he's fixed it, but do you really want to see?
>not wanting to be rude and incur the wrath of a human, you accept his offer
"I think some fresh air would help, Let's go."
>as you two step out, you see that he has actually fixed it
>maybe he's not as much of an uncaring monster as this dream suggests
>humanity must be an enigma if Anonymous is a good example of an average man
>it's hard to believe that Twilight convinced him to become a filly
>was he convinced?
>you're not entirely sure, you never got the chance to ask her about it
>something to write her a letter about, definitely
>but back to what's around you
>this dreamscape may look a bit odd, but it has its charm
"Would you mind terribly if I asked you where we are?"
>Anonymous looks around and shrugs
>"This is where I went to college before being brought to Equestria. It's a nice campus, but I never went outside that much. Want me to show you around?"
>this place is impressive enough from just walking around it, it must be 3 times the size of an average Equestrian college!
>would you two even be able to complete a tour before the dream changed?
"Why not show me where you spent the most time?"
>"Alright, I'll give you the top five, in no particular order."
>he leads you inside a large building and down a set of stairs
>"This is the computer science room where I had my programming classes."
>the room is full of dark-colored boxes, flat black panels, some other devices, and a bunch of things that look like typewriters, but flatter and with many more buttons
>are these computers?
>you look back to Anonymous after you've finished scanning the room
>"Ready to move on?"
>you nod, and he leads you back out and up the stairs
>instead of going back out though, he climbs further up
>you follow him up, and he turns into a hallway and into a different room
>this one's got a few of those computers from the other one, but it's also got more open space in the middle
>"This is the room where my engineering classes take place, it usually has more people and machines in it though."
>machines?
>those machines must run off of electricity if it's true that humans don't have magic
>that must be a nightmare to work with, magic is a lot easier to use in a circuit
>if only you could've looked at one of those machines he mentioned, then you'd be able to know for sure
>you turn back to him, signalling you're ready to move on
>"Alright, the next two places aren't going to be very interesting, so I'll just walk you past them."
"What makes them so uninteresting?"
>"I'm pretty sure that advanced mathematics and cafeterias exist in Equestria, but feel free to correct me if they don't."
>point taken
"Alright, you might as well just bring me back to the last spot you wanted to show me if the other spots are really that boring."
>"Cool, on to the best and last spot!"
>Anonymous starts walking off back towards the stairs, and you follow
>he leads you down to the ground floor and back out
>instead of taking you to any of the other buildings nearby, he completely leaves the complex and goes to a different looking building nearby
>you continue to follow him as he enters the building and climbs even more stairs, eventually stopping in front of a door
>"And this is where I lived, my apartment!
>he opens the door to reveal…
>>118000
>a complete mess
>it looks very disorganized and the floor isn't very clean
>"Sorry it's kind of a mess, I usually clean on Saturdays and it was a Thursday when I got brought here. I also wasn't expecting company, but- Oh right, this is a dream! Hold on…"
>you look over to him, and he's got his eyes closed again
>when you turn back around, everything looks much cleaner and more organized
>the floor now looks freshly swept, too!
"Feel free to look around, and I'll get you a drink. Is water fine?"
>he must really be trying to make up for before by being this nice in a dream
>you are feeling pretty thirsty, though
"Water would be lovely, thank you."
>you wander around a bit, seeing the size of this apartment
>it's not very big, but Anonymous has made good use of the space he has
>everything has a place that it fits in, and it fits well
>he taps you on the shoulder and holds out a glass
"Here's the water, are you feeling better than before?"
>you are, at least you're feeling better about keeping in contact with him
"Yes, thank you for asking, but I'm going to have to ask that you don't do something like that again. It's going to take a long time and plenty of whiskey to forget that…"
>"I'm seriously sorry about that, I don't usually have dreams like this. I promise next time I won't be going on any rampages, and I'll do my best to make sure that it never happens again."
>you finish your glass of water as you begin to feel the dream fade
"It appears we're out of time again, same time tomorrow?"
>a small look of disappointment crosses his face
>"Is it almost morning again?"
"No, this dream is just ending. There's still a few hours before you wake up this time, so you won't be left disappointed by that button or that manifestation of my sister."
>yeah, you knew what was really going on in those dreams
>you may not have paid direct attention to him, but you weren't just going to let some good insights to his mind go by without even a cursory glance
>his face turns bright red and he gets very surprised
>"O-oh. I d-didn't know y-you saw that."
>you smile and relax a bit
"Goodbye for tonight, I'll see you again!"
>and with that you exit his dream to go back out to the waking world
>be Anonymous
>Luna just called you out on wanting to fuck her sister
>you could not feel more embarrassed unless she walked in on you during that dream personally
>but how?
>she wasn't there if you remember correctly
>can she just see what goes on in someone's dreams without needing to be there?
>spooky
>you may have to be a bit more careful in your dreams from now on
>a complete mess
>it looks very disorganized and the floor isn't very clean
>"Sorry it's kind of a mess, I usually clean on Saturdays and it was a Thursday when I got brought here. I also wasn't expecting company, but- Oh right, this is a dream! Hold on…"
>you look over to him, and he's got his eyes closed again
>when you turn back around, everything looks much cleaner and more organized
>the floor now looks freshly swept, too!
"Feel free to look around, and I'll get you a drink. Is water fine?"
>he must really be trying to make up for before by being this nice in a dream
>you are feeling pretty thirsty, though
"Water would be lovely, thank you."
>you wander around a bit, seeing the size of this apartment
>it's not very big, but Anonymous has made good use of the space he has
>everything has a place that it fits in, and it fits well
>he taps you on the shoulder and holds out a glass
"Here's the water, are you feeling better than before?"
>you are, at least you're feeling better about keeping in contact with him
"Yes, thank you for asking, but I'm going to have to ask that you don't do something like that again. It's going to take a long time and plenty of whiskey to forget that…"
>"I'm seriously sorry about that, I don't usually have dreams like this. I promise next time I won't be going on any rampages, and I'll do my best to make sure that it never happens again."
>you finish your glass of water as you begin to feel the dream fade
"It appears we're out of time again, same time tomorrow?"
>a small look of disappointment crosses his face
>"Is it almost morning again?"
"No, this dream is just ending. There's still a few hours before you wake up this time, so you won't be left disappointed by that button or that manifestation of my sister."
>yeah, you knew what was really going on in those dreams
>you may not have paid direct attention to him, but you weren't just going to let some good insights to his mind go by without even a cursory glance
>his face turns bright red and he gets very surprised
>"O-oh. I d-didn't know y-you saw that."
>you smile and relax a bit
"Goodbye for tonight, I'll see you again!"
>and with that you exit his dream to go back out to the waking world
>be Anonymous
>Luna just called you out on wanting to fuck her sister
>you could not feel more embarrassed unless she walked in on you during that dream personally
>but how?
>she wasn't there if you remember correctly
>can she just see what goes on in someone's dreams without needing to be there?
>spooky
>you may have to be a bit more careful in your dreams from now on
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"Alright, Shiny, you can tell the story. It better not be a re-telling of recent events though."
>>"Of course it isn't."
"Or some O&O campaign."
>>"R-right. Well, has Twilight ever told you of the time when we went spelunking in the caves under Canterlot?"
"I don't think she has…"
>>"Well this was almost two years ago. I was supposed to be watching her, but I kind of wanted to go hanging out with my friends. There was apparently an ancient treasure buried deep beneath the mountains and we were determined to find it. No LARPing either, this was legit."
This gives you a little chuckle. Sure they aren't LARPing. It's not like all of his friends aren't a bunch of O&O nerds.
>>"So like a good big brother, I decided to bring Twilight along for the adventure. I brought my sword along too, just in case things got dicey."
Really now, what kind of responsible parent gives their young colt a sword? Answer: Twilight fucking Velvet.
>>"We snuck away into the caves around evening time. Mom and Dad were planning on being gone all night, so we had a perfect excuse to just spend all night in the caves."
<"You are absolutely the the least responsible babysitter ever."
>>"Hey, don't be like that sweetie. I happen to at least be the best brother ever. AIN'T THAT RIGHT, TWI?"
>"Sure thing, BBBFF."
>>"Anyways, we ended up spending 3 hours not finding anything. I was about to give up hope, when I saw a wicked looking shadow on the walls. It had sharp fangs, and a wicked horn. I quickly turn and ran in the other direction, only to find it again just a short while later. It grew even larger and started making this creepy noise that echoed throughout the caves."
Shiny begins to whistle in a way that sounds like some archetypal flying saucer.
>>"So I ran even further, but the monster kept showing up wherever I went. It's teeth got even sharper, and soon started to show claws, though I could never see its face. I figured at this point that it was invisible or something, because I could only ever see its shadow. I almost ran myself out tired, but then, something happened."
You feel a light tingling sensation on your back all of a sudden, which causes you to jump in surprise.
>>"WHO'S THAT BEHIND YOU!"
You turn around immediately, and see Purple. In her hooves is a cape that looks like something Shiny would wear. She twists it around a bit and shines her horn underneath it, casting a monstrous shadow on the wall.
>"Oh brother, what's that behind you?"
He turns around, and jumps in shock, causing Purple and Cadance to both laugh.
>>"Of course it isn't."
"Or some O&O campaign."
>>"R-right. Well, has Twilight ever told you of the time when we went spelunking in the caves under Canterlot?"
"I don't think she has…"
>>"Well this was almost two years ago. I was supposed to be watching her, but I kind of wanted to go hanging out with my friends. There was apparently an ancient treasure buried deep beneath the mountains and we were determined to find it. No LARPing either, this was legit."
This gives you a little chuckle. Sure they aren't LARPing. It's not like all of his friends aren't a bunch of O&O nerds.
>>"So like a good big brother, I decided to bring Twilight along for the adventure. I brought my sword along too, just in case things got dicey."
Really now, what kind of responsible parent gives their young colt a sword? Answer: Twilight fucking Velvet.
>>"We snuck away into the caves around evening time. Mom and Dad were planning on being gone all night, so we had a perfect excuse to just spend all night in the caves."
<"You are absolutely the the least responsible babysitter ever."
>>"Hey, don't be like that sweetie. I happen to at least be the best brother ever. AIN'T THAT RIGHT, TWI?"
>"Sure thing, BBBFF."
>>"Anyways, we ended up spending 3 hours not finding anything. I was about to give up hope, when I saw a wicked looking shadow on the walls. It had sharp fangs, and a wicked horn. I quickly turn and ran in the other direction, only to find it again just a short while later. It grew even larger and started making this creepy noise that echoed throughout the caves."
Shiny begins to whistle in a way that sounds like some archetypal flying saucer.
>>"So I ran even further, but the monster kept showing up wherever I went. It's teeth got even sharper, and soon started to show claws, though I could never see its face. I figured at this point that it was invisible or something, because I could only ever see its shadow. I almost ran myself out tired, but then, something happened."
You feel a light tingling sensation on your back all of a sudden, which causes you to jump in surprise.
>>"WHO'S THAT BEHIND YOU!"
You turn around immediately, and see Purple. In her hooves is a cape that looks like something Shiny would wear. She twists it around a bit and shines her horn underneath it, casting a monstrous shadow on the wall.
>"Oh brother, what's that behind you?"
He turns around, and jumps in shock, causing Purple and Cadance to both laugh.
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just being here with you faggots, it's already hard to feel alone today
i love you guys, full homo
so i found out that after i reset my pc, the program for my tablet stayed, but none of the drivers, so i've essentially been drawing with a mouse in my hand this entire time. i feel retarded for never noticing this before, as it's clearly shown in the lines, but now it means on top of being easier, these arts willhopefully look less shit from now on
i love you guys, full homo
so i found out that after i reset my pc, the program for my tablet stayed, but none of the drivers, so i've essentially been drawing with a mouse in my hand this entire time. i feel retarded for never noticing this before, as it's clearly shown in the lines, but now it means on top of being easier, these arts will
>>118008
Oh, Anon… that picture. Remember I'll always be there behind you, even when it doesn't feel like it. I'll always be with you, little filly. I love you, fag. I love you.
Oh, Anon… that picture. Remember I'll always be there behind you, even when it doesn't feel like it. I'll always be with you, little filly. I love you, fag. I love you.
>>118008
You're the Birthentimes Anon, aren't you? From a couple threads ago?
Well, happy birthday! I'm hoping I'll get to post something later. It'll probably be shit, but I guarantee that I tried my hardest and I made it with love.
No homo, though. We love you, but not in that way.
You're the Birthentimes Anon, aren't you? From a couple threads ago?
Well, happy birthday! I'm hoping I'll get to post something later. It'll probably be shit, but I guarantee that I tried my hardest and I made it with love.
No homo, though. We love you, but not in that way.
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Aaaaaannnd….. happy birthday to that one Anon who has his birthday on Valentine's Day.
Happy Singles' Awareness Day to everyone else!
Happy Singles' Awareness Day to everyone else!
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Had to hit submit exactly as the clock hit 12, though it took 4 seconds to upload the image and get everything processed by the HTTP handlers.
In any case, is there anypony better to spend this day with than your fellow fillies?
In any case, is there anypony better to spend this day with than your fellow fillies?
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"So this is the first part where you get to chose in CYOA style on what the poison joke does to our Anonfilly."
>>117755 →
>>117756 →
So this is what we are going with? What even is a phantom dick?
>>117755 →
>>117756 →
>>117736 →
>>117732 →
I appreciate your enthusiasm though. It wouldn't have been fun if nobody cared.
>>117755 →
>>117756 →
So this is what we are going with? What even is a phantom dick?
>>117755 →
>>117756 →
>>117736 →
>>117732 →
I appreciate your enthusiasm though. It wouldn't have been fun if nobody cared.
>>118025
>What even is a phantom dick?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phantom_limb
Like you can feel your dick is still there, but it's not.
>What even is a phantom dick?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phantom_limb
Like you can feel your dick is still there, but it's not.
>>118023
>You're Forever Alone and Nobody Loves You Day
>posts a beautiful young filly holding a sweet little foal– the product of her love with another– in her hooves
That's like posting pictures of happy mothers on infertility awareness day.
>You're Forever Alone and Nobody Loves You Day
>posts a beautiful young filly holding a sweet little foal– the product of her love with another– in her hooves
That's like posting pictures of happy mothers on infertility awareness day.
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>>118018
>spoiler
nonsense, anything from the heart is immediately great and i dont deserve it
>other spoiler
n-not even as the filly? that’s all i meant, im not actually a faggot
>spoiler
nonsense, anything from the heart is immediately great and i dont deserve it
>other spoiler
n-not even as the filly? that’s all i meant, im not actually a faggot
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I've had Pink Floyd stuck in my head ever since that last thread and I just can't get rid of it. Ironically, I think one might be able to make a stronger case than ever before we need at least some kind of thot control.
If you guys were fillies, I'd totally have sex with you and stuff. Right in the pussy, cause I'm just such a romantic, ya know? I want to impregnate filly and have a nice big comfy family with her.
If you guys were fillies, I'd totally have sex with you and stuff. Right in the pussy, cause I'm just such a romantic, ya know? I want to impregnate filly and have a nice big comfy family with her.
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Last i remember this VA was okay with doing Anonfilly voices, we should request some
https://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/31883473
>>117928
>Not letting me play the where s wald- spot the difference minigame
https://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/31883473
>>117928
>Not letting me play the where s wald- spot the difference minigame
>>118049
>https://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/31883473
Don't forget to bring all your best shipposts; it is Valentine's Day after all (and the two VAs in the thread are a guy and a girl)!
>https://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/31883473
Don't forget to bring all your best shipposts; it is Valentine's Day after all (and the two VAs in the thread are a guy and a girl)!
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i dont know what time it is in the US right now, but i wanted to wish the anon whos birthday it is today a happy birthday
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>>118079
-and in an attempt to be less of a faggot, even though i just took another post, any requests?
-and in an attempt to be less of a faggot, even though i just took another post, any requests?
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>>118042
F-fine, but only as the Filly. And go easy on me, I'm a fragile Filly.
>>118081
Take up as much post space as you want! It's not like you're flooding the thread with nonsense posts. Today is just as much your day as it is the day for all of us faggots to remember that >wwn have our waifus be real.
F-fine, but only as the Filly. And go easy on me, I'm a fragile Filly.
>>118081
Take up as much post space as you want! It's not like you're flooding the thread with nonsense posts. Today is just as much your day as it is the day for all of us faggots to remember that >wwn have our waifus be real.
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>>118087
>implying I'm real
…So, as someone who has never been a waifu, I have no idea what to do with that. Please be patient.
>implying I'm real
…So, as someone who has never been a waifu, I have no idea what to do with that. Please be patient.
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>>118099
Don't worry. You'll still have us, even when Hasjew finally brings the show to a likely unsatisfactory close.
Nice dubs, though. Think of them as confirmation that you'll make it.
Don't worry. You'll still have us, even when Hasjew finally brings the show to a likely unsatisfactory close.
Nice dubs, though. Think of them as confirmation that you'll make it.
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>>118100
Im not sure if I will survive the end of this hiatus, there was always something on /mlp/ that kept me in after s6, but after s7 it barely held me in and s8 leaks made me feel like personally gassing ponyville how bad it was
I miss s1-s2 era…
Your dubs arent too bad either, double confirmed we re all gonna make it brah
Why are we spoiling stuff?
Im not sure if I will survive the end of this hiatus, there was always something on /mlp/ that kept me in after s6, but after s7 it barely held me in and s8 leaks made me feel like personally gassing ponyville how bad it was
I miss s1-s2 era…
Your dubs arent too bad either, double confirmed we re all gonna make it brah
Why are we spoiling stuff?
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>>118101
because it's fun, and kinda off topic.
and i hope i won't be the only filly innaquestria once the show ends- but i also hope i will, 'cause you got lives to live n shit
because it's fun, and kinda off topic.
and i hope i won't be the only filly innaquestria once the show ends- but i also hope i will, 'cause you got lives to live n shit
>>118105
>implying I won't be innaquestria anyways, because there's more for me there as a Filly than here for me as a man
>implying I won't be innaquestria anyways, because there's more for me there as a Filly than here for me as a man
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>>118112
I'd hope so. Who knows what would happen if two Fillies who didn't get along got into the same Equestria.
I'd hope so. Who knows what would happen if two Fillies who didn't get along got into the same Equestria.
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>>118113
probably lots of that, or i'd like to think so. but the way i see it, if we're both hoping to get along, i really doubt we wouldn't. unless we both turned out to be bigger fags irl than we can deal with. but it takes a special kind of faggot to be in these threads, and even then, i wouldn't mind arguing like that
probably lots of that, or i'd like to think so. but the way i see it, if we're both hoping to get along, i really doubt we wouldn't. unless we both turned out to be bigger fags irl than we can deal with. but it takes a special kind of faggot to be in these threads, and even then, i wouldn't mind arguing like that
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Happy Valentine's day, all you fillies.
>>118068
And happy birthday to the birthday filly. Glad it's been a good one.
>>118068
And happy birthday to the birthday filly. Glad it's been a good one.
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>>118119
>ywn break the mind of your Best Filly Friend Forever through the use of your best fug techniques
It might be because we all share the interest of wanting to be and do things to the Filly. It makes it so we're like a weird, dysfunctional family of some sort.
>ywn break the mind of your Best Filly Friend Forever through the use of your best fug techniques
It might be because we all share the interest of wanting to be and do things to the Filly. It makes it so we're like a weird, dysfunctional family of some sort.
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>>118119
It could be because we are all anonymous, Yet we all share similar interests in things, So it makes it more of a personal group/club kinda thing yknow?
It could be because we are all anonymous, Yet we all share similar interests in things, So it makes it more of a personal group/club kinda thing yknow?
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Be honest now; how would you really react if you were suddenly turned into a little filly?
If I were turned into a filly, then I honestly don't think I'd make it without help from Twilight or whoever turned me into a filly.
The sudden transformation would shock me so much that I would no doubt ever be able to sleep for a few days.
If I were turned into a filly, then I honestly don't think I'd make it without help from Twilight or whoever turned me into a filly.
The sudden transformation would shock me so much that I would no doubt ever be able to sleep for a few days.
>>118161
My first priority would be figuring out how to actually move in my new body, and I'd probably just end up annoyed as I trip over myself several times.
My first priority would be figuring out how to actually move in my new body, and I'd probably just end up annoyed as I trip over myself several times.
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I'm just gonna leave this here:
I want to wish you a happy Valentine's Day /mlpol/! I hope today is a good day for you all.
I want to wish you a happy Valentine's Day /mlpol/! I hope today is a good day for you all.
>>118068
I hate birthdays, they re just days like any other
But i made you a card anyway…hope you like it
I hate birthdays, they re just days like any other
But i made you a card anyway…hope you like it
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>>118126
God she'd be beautiful. I want to make filly my lover and the mother of my children. Yea hey, no homo Anon, but I want to get you pregnant.
Why isn't there more pregnant filly art, damn it? It's her purpose in life after all.
God she'd be beautiful. I want to make filly my lover and the mother of my children. Yea hey, no homo Anon, but I want to get you pregnant.
Why isn't there more pregnant filly art, damn it? It's her purpose in life after all.
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>>118204
While it is weird, as a Filly, I don't think I'd mind giving birth to an army of second-generation Anonfillies to bring about the Shitpostpocalypse. After the acclimation process, though. Becoming pregnant while I still remember what it's like to be a dude would be scaring.
While it is weird, as a Filly, I don't think I'd mind giving birth to an army of second-generation Anonfillies to bring about the Shitpostpocalypse. After the acclimation process, though. Becoming pregnant while I still remember what it's like to be a dude would be scaring.
>>118204
Where is CountryRoads?
I miss him and his fillies, they were top cute
and his colts were good-looking as well
Where is CountryRoads?
I miss him and his fillies, they were top cute
and his colts were good-looking as well
>>118206
Is kill. The era of cute anonfillies and cute anoncolts doing cute anonthings together is over.
>>118207
I reject your headcanon and substitute my own! There are no anoncolts! Except me, because I like my penis and I want to put babies in things. All the rest of you fags are just gonna have to be content with being dykes or cock sleeves. ^:) I have no particular attachment to that notion, though. In fact, I don't like it. Not one bit.
Is kill. The era of cute anonfillies and cute anoncolts doing cute anonthings together is over.
>>118207
I reject your headcanon and substitute my own! There are no anoncolts! Except me, because I like my penis and I want to put babies in things. All the rest of you fags are just gonna have to be content with being dykes or cock sleeves. ^:) I have no particular attachment to that notion, though. In fact, I don't like it. Not one bit.
>>118209
>implying I'm not just such a talented shitposter that I bait myself and this all isn't just one big samefag again
>implying I'm not just such a talented shitposter that I bait myself and this all isn't just one big samefag again
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>tfw you post so much Filly the site thinks you're flooding
>>118217
>>118218
>tfw you have an inferior version of a reaction image and have to be corrected by other Anons
>>118217
>>118218
>tfw you have an inferior version of a reaction image and have to be corrected by other Anons
>>118219
It's alright Anon. It's actually entirely my fault for being too lazy to throw more mane on it the first time I recolored it and put it out there. You just got what there was a the time.
It's alright Anon. It's actually entirely my fault for being too lazy to throw more mane on it the first time I recolored it and put it out there. You just got what there was a the time.
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>>118224
But in the final episode of season two, it was revealed that all of the sex had been in Anonfilly's dreams, thus making it non-canonical.
But in the final episode of season two, it was revealed that all of the sex had been in Anonfilly's dreams, thus making it non-canonical.
>tfw your eating ice cream alone on Valentines Day, but it’s a little better when you hang out with anons on a pony politics board
Filly needs cider
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Did anyone have any input for the CYOA?
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>>117801
Don't spoon feed people, you bad Brazilian.
You like IDs because you don't have a shitty internet like me.
Don't spoon feed people, you bad Brazilian.
You like IDs because you don't have a shitty internet like me.
>>118246
Nto really much to input on. I hate to say it, but Lone15 beats you at your own job when it comes down to decision-prompting. Sure it feels a bit spoon-feedy at times, but despote that you could take a page from him.
Nto really much to input on. I hate to say it, but Lone15 beats you at your own job when it comes down to decision-prompting. Sure it feels a bit spoon-feedy at times, but despote that you could take a page from him.
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blep
>>118246
Literally all that's been done today is a shit ton of shitposting, and a bunch of Birthentimes well wishes for the Birthentimes Anon.
Literally all that's been done today is a shit ton of shitposting, and a bunch of Birthentimes well wishes for the Birthentimes Anon.
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>>118250
To be fair, I do give filly absolute freedom within reason. I leave my prompts relatively open ended because I want my readers to truly feel as though they are in control of the narrative. All I do is set up the cast and events that unfold before you, and tell you what happens when you take your decisions.
To be fair, I do give filly absolute freedom within reason. I leave my prompts relatively open ended because I want my readers to truly feel as though they are in control of the narrative. All I do is set up the cast and events that unfold before you, and tell you what happens when you take your decisions.
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>>118265
>be me
>working at mcdonald's
>two fat faggots somehow squeeze through the doors
>literally the fattest customers I've ever seen
>combined they must weigh 1000 pounds
>ordinarily wouldn't care, but I overhear one of them saying "emelpi" to the other so my interest is piqued
>floor sags noticeably as they stride towards the counter
>people waiting by the counters have to step back so they can get through
>they come up to the register I'm at
>lemme guess tiny, a small salad.webm
>I do my best to not cringe at the foul smell of both of them
>they order four big macs, four large fries, four large cokes, and four chocolate shakes
>pain in the fucking ass to do all this shit
"That's gonna take a few minutes. Can I get your name to call you up when your order's ready?"
>without hesitation the fatter one says "Aerolite"
>mfw
Here you lazy faggots go.
>be me
>working at mcdonald's
>two fat faggots somehow squeeze through the doors
>literally the fattest customers I've ever seen
>combined they must weigh 1000 pounds
>ordinarily wouldn't care, but I overhear one of them saying "emelpi" to the other so my interest is piqued
>floor sags noticeably as they stride towards the counter
>people waiting by the counters have to step back so they can get through
>they come up to the register I'm at
>lemme guess tiny, a small salad.webm
>I do my best to not cringe at the foul smell of both of them
>they order four big macs, four large fries, four large cokes, and four chocolate shakes
>pain in the fucking ass to do all this shit
"That's gonna take a few minutes. Can I get your name to call you up when your order's ready?"
>without hesitation the fatter one says "Aerolite"
>mfw
Here you lazy faggots go.
>>118270
Micky Dees fries are fucking champion when they haven't been reheated them for the umpteenth time. They're one of the few that haven't gone to that natural cut shit.
But seriously, if you HAVE to get a burger from there, just get a Quarter Pounder. And their shakes went to shit after McCafe became a thing.
Micky Dees fries are fucking champion when they haven't been reheated them for the umpteenth time. They're one of the few that haven't gone to that natural cut shit.
But seriously, if you HAVE to get a burger from there, just get a Quarter Pounder. And their shakes went to shit after McCafe became a thing.
>>118268
Thought for a second I was in the /trash/ thread for a sec when I saw this.
And I will repeat that the Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese is the superior McDonalds burger.
Thought for a second I was in the /trash/ thread for a sec when I saw this.
And I will repeat that the Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese is the superior McDonalds burger.
>>118260
Restaurants with few options on the menu preform better than restaurants with a lot of options on the menu. This is because choice is stressful, and the more choices available means the more stress that is endured. By offering true unlimited choice, you may find that your CYOA may suffer from participation. You should consider offering suggested routes. By offering some suggestions, you take away some of the stress that choosing presents, and offers a starting point for write in ideas. You will likely not only see an increase in suggestions, but also may find writing easier, as some of the suggestions given will be based off your own ideas.
Restaurants with few options on the menu preform better than restaurants with a lot of options on the menu. This is because choice is stressful, and the more choices available means the more stress that is endured. By offering true unlimited choice, you may find that your CYOA may suffer from participation. You should consider offering suggested routes. By offering some suggestions, you take away some of the stress that choosing presents, and offers a starting point for write in ideas. You will likely not only see an increase in suggestions, but also may find writing easier, as some of the suggestions given will be based off your own ideas.
>>118269
They already know they can come here, spamming them with links will only piss them off and keep them away out of spite.
>>118270
You realise it's fake, right? No one's autistic enough to give their fucking online alias as a callout, and they don't do names anymore, they do numbers. Some of the more expensive stores even have GPS pads they give you so they can find your table.
They already know they can come here, spamming them with links will only piss them off and keep them away out of spite.
>>118270
You realise it's fake, right? No one's autistic enough to give their fucking online alias as a callout, and they don't do names anymore, they do numbers. Some of the more expensive stores even have GPS pads they give you so they can find your table.
not tendies, but close enough
>>118282
>Too much /pol/
>Not 4chan
>Not fast enough
>Haha, fucking nazis
Take your pick really, they either have a skewed view of this place because they weren't around on April Fools or they're spiteful because of /pol/'s history of leaking out of their board on 4chan.
It's really not so bad here, though. Thread quality is much higher than /mlp/ and /pol/ put together and then some. Have you seen /mlp/ lately? It's a smoking crater, and there are people unironically spouting love and tolerance again as though it was ever a real thing.
>Too much /pol/
>Not 4chan
>Not fast enough
>Haha, fucking nazis
Take your pick really, they either have a skewed view of this place because they weren't around on April Fools or they're spiteful because of /pol/'s history of leaking out of their board on 4chan.
It's really not so bad here, though. Thread quality is much higher than /mlp/ and /pol/ put together and then some. Have you seen /mlp/ lately? It's a smoking crater, and there are people unironically spouting love and tolerance again as though it was ever a real thing.
>>118280
>they don't do names anymore, they do numbers
They do names at the restaurant on my college campus
though I do agree that there's a significant chance it's fake
>they don't do names anymore, they do numbers
They do names at the restaurant on my college campus
though I do agree that there's a significant chance it's fake
>>118285
>too much /pol/
>Haha, fucking nazis
Then avoid the threads that will make you upset, it's not a requirement to visit those threads to participate in this one
>Not 4chan
Great, so there isn't any faggot mods and the users who want to suck their cock who want to kill filly. Hardly an excuse. It is also one extra tab to have open on your browser
>Not fast enough
This thread moves faster than the last threads that were on /mlp/ so that excuse holds no water
Some anons are beyond hope
>too much /pol/
>Haha, fucking nazis
Then avoid the threads that will make you upset, it's not a requirement to visit those threads to participate in this one
>Not 4chan
Great, so there isn't any faggot mods and the users who want to suck their cock who want to kill filly. Hardly an excuse. It is also one extra tab to have open on your browser
>Not fast enough
This thread moves faster than the last threads that were on /mlp/ so that excuse holds no water
Some anons are beyond hope
>>118279
I can certainly offer suggestions if you guys are starting to feel decision paralysis, or if there's literally not much else to do barring something completely arbitrary. That said, I don't want to create the sense that you are all being railroaded into a fixed plot where your decisions are limited. The nature of a CYOA is that you create the adventure. You ARE the filly, and you have complete autonomy. You can go anywhere you want, and do anything within your physical capabilities. Most of you seem to have chosen to accept what you have been handed to you at face value, and so I have crafted a plot around Twilight and the family.
I can imagine that there isn't much left to do tonight, so I'm probably going to let filly sleep as suggested, and possibly give her another vision or something in her dreams. When she wakes up, she'll probably be taken to school or something expected. But while being the good filly and paying attention in all of your classes, making new friends, and such may be one option to take, it is not the only option. You could just as easily decide to play hookie, bully some colt, run off into the Everfree Forest, or even just sleeping through class. There's no script. There are some events that will happen around you that are beyond your control, but what happens to the filly… that's up to you guys. You are not the human that is reading about the filly, but rather, you are the filly and experiencing life in Equestria. You are the master of your own destiny.
I can certainly offer suggestions if you guys are starting to feel decision paralysis, or if there's literally not much else to do barring something completely arbitrary. That said, I don't want to create the sense that you are all being railroaded into a fixed plot where your decisions are limited. The nature of a CYOA is that you create the adventure. You ARE the filly, and you have complete autonomy. You can go anywhere you want, and do anything within your physical capabilities. Most of you seem to have chosen to accept what you have been handed to you at face value, and so I have crafted a plot around Twilight and the family.
I can imagine that there isn't much left to do tonight, so I'm probably going to let filly sleep as suggested, and possibly give her another vision or something in her dreams. When she wakes up, she'll probably be taken to school or something expected. But while being the good filly and paying attention in all of your classes, making new friends, and such may be one option to take, it is not the only option. You could just as easily decide to play hookie, bully some colt, run off into the Everfree Forest, or even just sleeping through class. There's no script. There are some events that will happen around you that are beyond your control, but what happens to the filly… that's up to you guys. You are not the human that is reading about the filly, but rather, you are the filly and experiencing life in Equestria. You are the master of your own destiny.
>>118291
A potential alternative to suggestions could be to leave the CYOA parts off at more critical junctions, ones that can really change the outcome of where the filly will go.
But yeah, let filly sleep.
A potential alternative to suggestions could be to leave the CYOA parts off at more critical junctions, ones that can really change the outcome of where the filly will go.
But yeah, let filly sleep.
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>>118290
It's Stockholm Syndrome. The Battered Wife Paradigm. The Masochist Phenomenon. Intellectual BDSM. All of the above.
It's Stockholm Syndrome. The Battered Wife Paradigm. The Masochist Phenomenon. Intellectual BDSM. All of the above.
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>>118291
Shit, never offer multiple choice decisions at the end of posts, I did that once and it's not only a pain in the ass your readers come to rely on the multiple choice thing and make uninspired decisions. Most of the problem is in places where there really is only a few things you can logically do to the point it doesn't even really need saying. Perhaps rather than doing a minute by minute choice making exercise, we should be able to pick a general course of action to take for an extended period of time which you then write about until a critical decision needs making.
For example, there's not gonna be a lot of choices to make during class while CherCher is lecturing, so a minute by minute play isn't really required.
tl;dr, more timeskips to skip the boring parts.
Shit, never offer multiple choice decisions at the end of posts, I did that once and it's not only a pain in the ass your readers come to rely on the multiple choice thing and make uninspired decisions. Most of the problem is in places where there really is only a few things you can logically do to the point it doesn't even really need saying. Perhaps rather than doing a minute by minute choice making exercise, we should be able to pick a general course of action to take for an extended period of time which you then write about until a critical decision needs making.
For example, there's not gonna be a lot of choices to make during class while CherCher is lecturing, so a minute by minute play isn't really required.
tl;dr, more timeskips to skip the boring parts.
>>118301
Cheerilee wont be the teacher, she was a filly at the same time as Rarara as seen in the episode which showed the mane six get their marks. She was in the play Rarara made the costumes for.
Cheerilee wont be the teacher, she was a filly at the same time as Rarara as seen in the episode which showed the mane six get their marks. She was in the play Rarara made the costumes for.
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You giggle at the end of Shining's story. His and Purple's antics were a bit funny. But they also served a vital purpose for you. A great yawn passes through your lips, and along with it, a wave of fatigue. Your sleep schedule really was messed up. Without much ceremony, you meander your way back downstairs and crawl into bed. Sleep takes you so quickly that you don't even notice Purple crashing out next to you an hour or so later.
. . .
You are on a train. Not as a passenger, however. Rather, as a sort of spectral observer. No matter what you do, no one can react to you. In the corner of your eyes, you spot a semi-familiar face. Is that… Pear Butter?
As you float on over, you can indeed see that it is her. Applejack's mother… damn. She's actually rather cute when you look at her up close. She's rather alone though. You sit down next to her to keep her company, even though she can't see or talk to you, or even bump into you. This doesn't stop you from trying to talk to her, however, asking about her day, her family, etc…
After a few minutes of your attempted conversation, you feel a bump in the train… then another. Next thing you know, the train is toppling over, and spinning rapidly. The oil lanterns all shatter, and Pear Butter hits her head on the ceiling as she falls. There's blood coming out. Actually, there's a lot of blood coming out. You place your hoof up to hers to check for a pulse. There isn't any. This pony is deceased.
Immediately, your surroundings change once again to see a funeral on the Apple farm. Bright Mac, Big Mac, Applejack, and a baby Applebloom are all present to grief. They soon leave, but Bright Mac stays behind for a while longer. With all of the ponies out of sight, he ties a noose around an apple tree and hangs it around his neck.
. . .
You wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. You can't tell what time it is, since you're living in the basement, but you'd wager it's very early in the morning. Twilight is still sleeping peacefully right next to you, with Spike in a basket at the foot of the bed.
What will you do?
. . .
You are on a train. Not as a passenger, however. Rather, as a sort of spectral observer. No matter what you do, no one can react to you. In the corner of your eyes, you spot a semi-familiar face. Is that… Pear Butter?
As you float on over, you can indeed see that it is her. Applejack's mother… damn. She's actually rather cute when you look at her up close. She's rather alone though. You sit down next to her to keep her company, even though she can't see or talk to you, or even bump into you. This doesn't stop you from trying to talk to her, however, asking about her day, her family, etc…
After a few minutes of your attempted conversation, you feel a bump in the train… then another. Next thing you know, the train is toppling over, and spinning rapidly. The oil lanterns all shatter, and Pear Butter hits her head on the ceiling as she falls. There's blood coming out. Actually, there's a lot of blood coming out. You place your hoof up to hers to check for a pulse. There isn't any. This pony is deceased.
Immediately, your surroundings change once again to see a funeral on the Apple farm. Bright Mac, Big Mac, Applejack, and a baby Applebloom are all present to grief. They soon leave, but Bright Mac stays behind for a while longer. With all of the ponies out of sight, he ties a noose around an apple tree and hangs it around his neck.
. . .
You wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. You can't tell what time it is, since you're living in the basement, but you'd wager it's very early in the morning. Twilight is still sleeping peacefully right next to you, with Spike in a basket at the foot of the bed.
What will you do?
>>118307
She could be older but not significantly. Maybe 2 -3 years at most. They all got their marks at the same moment with the sonic rainboom so we all see they are roughly the same age. We know Flutterbutt is a year older than Ponk from the Gilda episode for example so we know they are not all the same age.
But since Cheerilee is a background pone its highly likely either could be correct, depends on what you think is more canon.
She could be older but not significantly. Maybe 2 -3 years at most. They all got their marks at the same moment with the sonic rainboom so we all see they are roughly the same age. We know Flutterbutt is a year older than Ponk from the Gilda episode for example so we know they are not all the same age.
But since Cheerilee is a background pone its highly likely either could be correct, depends on what you think is more canon.
>>118301
>This
>>118260
Hate to tell you this Reuben, but if you leave everything to the players, you're going to be a bit disappointed. A good part of writing is sitting down and deciding where (You) want the plot to go. If you follow other CYOAs, you'll see this. For example in 11-54, Bath had a hidden turn system, a shit ton of potential encounters that never came to fruition, hell, there was even a branch in the path that would have allowed the players to turn the entire adventure into a puzzle, as opposed to the final decision that caused it to be a survival horror adventure. Point is, most QMs let their players feel like they have boundless freedom, but keep the inner workings hidden from the eyes of the Anons. A freeform CYOA with a few scripted events isn't ideal for the players, as most of them like a bit of spoonfeeding, and isn't ideal for the QM, because with less accessibility come less responses. I appreciate your brave venture, but would advise you to at the very least put up some invisible rails.
>This
>>118260
Hate to tell you this Reuben, but if you leave everything to the players, you're going to be a bit disappointed. A good part of writing is sitting down and deciding where (You) want the plot to go. If you follow other CYOAs, you'll see this. For example in 11-54, Bath had a hidden turn system, a shit ton of potential encounters that never came to fruition, hell, there was even a branch in the path that would have allowed the players to turn the entire adventure into a puzzle, as opposed to the final decision that caused it to be a survival horror adventure. Point is, most QMs let their players feel like they have boundless freedom, but keep the inner workings hidden from the eyes of the Anons. A freeform CYOA with a few scripted events isn't ideal for the players, as most of them like a bit of spoonfeeding, and isn't ideal for the QM, because with less accessibility come less responses. I appreciate your brave venture, but would advise you to at the very least put up some invisible rails.
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I gave filly a nightmare again!
Some mood music for reading the dream sequence:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bh4se9YMV3A
Some mood music for reading the dream sequence:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bh4se9YMV3A
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>>118312
Go upstairs and find a stiff drink (only one, you have school after all), that nightmare will need to be suppressed. [ 1d100 = 74 ]
Go upstairs and find a stiff drink (only one, you have school after all), that nightmare will need to be suppressed. [ 1d100 = 74 ]
>>118312
Damn, that's one helluva critical junction.
This HAS to be a vision. Would it result in some sort of Final Destination-tier shit if we attempted to stop this from happening? And if not, if we managed to somehow convince Pear Butter to not get on that train and she continued to live on, what would that do to the timeline? Would it be better, or worse?
Damn, that's one helluva critical junction.
This HAS to be a vision. Would it result in some sort of Final Destination-tier shit if we attempted to stop this from happening? And if not, if we managed to somehow convince Pear Butter to not get on that train and she continued to live on, what would that do to the timeline? Would it be better, or worse?
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>>118316
>at the very least put up some invisible rails.
Well let's put it this way: there is an overarching plot. It will come to fruition one way or another, but there are many paths to reach it.
>at the very least put up some invisible rails.
Well let's put it this way: there is an overarching plot. It will come to fruition one way or another, but there are many paths to reach it.
>>118321
I think we should find out, and it makes perfect sense since this Anonfilly never knew her mother, we have a chance to spare the Apples that heartbreak. Our mere presence has already screwed the timeline irreparably since Twilight was not meant to be in Ponyville for several years, let alone with her whole family.
Let it all come tumbling down.
I think we should find out, and it makes perfect sense since this Anonfilly never knew her mother, we have a chance to spare the Apples that heartbreak. Our mere presence has already screwed the timeline irreparably since Twilight was not meant to be in Ponyville for several years, let alone with her whole family.
Let it all come tumbling down.
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>>118321
Questions, questions, questions… I can't spoil everything for you. But I can give you a little bit of context to put this into. You've had at least one other dream vision - seeing Equestria being taken over by Fizzlepop and Chrysalis. The Element of Harmony that spoke to you in that dream told you that this future could be changed. While you have no clue whether or not this dream will have the same parameters as the previous one, you have no reason to believe that this future cannot be changed as well. Surely, if at least one vision can show a future that is mutable, then your visions do not manifest as via some sort of time travel. You're not going to get slapped with a grandfather paradox, changing your visions in the past if you change the future.
You have every reason to believe that the lives of other ponies are within your hooves, and you alone have the power to change them.
>>118324
>Our mere presence has already screwed the timeline irreparably since Twilight was not meant to be in Ponyville for several years, let alone with her whole family.
Oh I have not even begun to fuck with the scripted turn of events yet.
Questions, questions, questions… I can't spoil everything for you. But I can give you a little bit of context to put this into. You've had at least one other dream vision - seeing Equestria being taken over by Fizzlepop and Chrysalis. The Element of Harmony that spoke to you in that dream told you that this future could be changed. While you have no clue whether or not this dream will have the same parameters as the previous one, you have no reason to believe that this future cannot be changed as well. Surely, if at least one vision can show a future that is mutable, then your visions do not manifest as via some sort of time travel. You're not going to get slapped with a grandfather paradox, changing your visions in the past if you change the future.
You have every reason to believe that the lives of other ponies are within your hooves, and you alone have the power to change them.
>>118324
>Our mere presence has already screwed the timeline irreparably since Twilight was not meant to be in Ponyville for several years, let alone with her whole family.
Oh I have not even begun to fuck with the scripted turn of events yet.
>>118312
Great story so far, so please forgive my autistic rant. Why did Bright Mac go and hang himself? I know grief can cause one to do strange things, but did he really have such a flaw in character to abandon his family due to tragedy? Did he not consider the pain his family had already, and that it would increase exponentially with him hanging himself? And if his children are the ones to find him swinging, cold and lifeless, after just burying their mother, think of the lasting trauma they would endure.
Just my inner fanboy/critic coming out to rant, sorry. I really don’t have much right to complain or anything because I’m not making any kind of content here. Keep up the good work though, I’m getting really invested in this.
Great story so far, so please forgive my autistic rant. Why did Bright Mac go and hang himself? I know grief can cause one to do strange things, but did he really have such a flaw in character to abandon his family due to tragedy? Did he not consider the pain his family had already, and that it would increase exponentially with him hanging himself? And if his children are the ones to find him swinging, cold and lifeless, after just burying their mother, think of the lasting trauma they would endure.
Just my inner fanboy/critic coming out to rant, sorry. I really don’t have much right to complain or anything because I’m not making any kind of content here. Keep up the good work though, I’m getting really invested in this.
>>118331
Have to agree, might have been more believable if BM was on the train too than straight up killing himself. They could have been going to/from vacation or something.
Have to agree, might have been more believable if BM was on the train too than straight up killing himself. They could have been going to/from vacation or something.
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You crawl out of bed, careful not to disturb Purple. She obviously went to sleep later than you, and doesn't need to hear about your nightmare for the second night in a row. Quietly, you head upstairs and into the kitchen. After all of this, you need a drink.
Unfortuantely, there's no booze in the fridge. In fact, there's no food in the fridge either. You forgot that you just moved into this place. It's furnished alright, but pretty barren. This doesn't deter you too much, however. Instead, you look start searching through a few ponies packs. They're all fast asleep, and surely nopony would mind if you took just a swig of whatever they have to drink.
A quick search of Cadance's pack reveals nothing interesting except for the fact that she is very, VERY feminine. Enjoys lots of trashy romance novels too, but apparently isn't into teenage drinking.
Next up is Velvet's pack. Underneath a pile of some clothes and important paperwork, you find her grappling hook. But beyond that is a whip, a chain, a whistle, a dildo, and a book. The book doesn't seem to have any cover, so you open it up out of curiosity. It's one of those hidden compartment books, and inside is a flask. Not being picky, you open it up and take a quick swig. It tastes pretty nasty, but then again, brandy tends to do that. You try not to drink too much, lest it show when you go to school alter.
Quickly, you put everything back where you found it and take a step outside. You decide to take a walk to try and get this whole nightmare off of your mind. The sun is rising, and there's a little bit of a breeze out. You don't really see any ponies around, so it's kind of nice and quiet.
In the distance, you hear a rooster crowing. Looking around, you see that the sound is coming from Sweet Apple Acres, so you decide to head in that direction. Something's got to settle your curiosity. Are they still alive?
After about 15 more minutes of walking, you find yourself on the farm. There's a trail leading up to the main barn, and as you approach it, you see a pony finally coming out. Sure enough, it's Pear Butter. She looks very, VERY pregnant.
<"Well howdy little filly. I don't think I've seen you around these parts. What brings you to Sweet Apple Acres this early in the morning?"
Unfortuantely, there's no booze in the fridge. In fact, there's no food in the fridge either. You forgot that you just moved into this place. It's furnished alright, but pretty barren. This doesn't deter you too much, however. Instead, you look start searching through a few ponies packs. They're all fast asleep, and surely nopony would mind if you took just a swig of whatever they have to drink.
A quick search of Cadance's pack reveals nothing interesting except for the fact that she is very, VERY feminine. Enjoys lots of trashy romance novels too, but apparently isn't into teenage drinking.
Next up is Velvet's pack. Underneath a pile of some clothes and important paperwork, you find her grappling hook. But beyond that is a whip, a chain, a whistle, a dildo, and a book. The book doesn't seem to have any cover, so you open it up out of curiosity. It's one of those hidden compartment books, and inside is a flask. Not being picky, you open it up and take a quick swig. It tastes pretty nasty, but then again, brandy tends to do that. You try not to drink too much, lest it show when you go to school alter.
Quickly, you put everything back where you found it and take a step outside. You decide to take a walk to try and get this whole nightmare off of your mind. The sun is rising, and there's a little bit of a breeze out. You don't really see any ponies around, so it's kind of nice and quiet.
In the distance, you hear a rooster crowing. Looking around, you see that the sound is coming from Sweet Apple Acres, so you decide to head in that direction. Something's got to settle your curiosity. Are they still alive?
After about 15 more minutes of walking, you find yourself on the farm. There's a trail leading up to the main barn, and as you approach it, you see a pony finally coming out. Sure enough, it's Pear Butter. She looks very, VERY pregnant.
<"Well howdy little filly. I don't think I've seen you around these parts. What brings you to Sweet Apple Acres this early in the morning?"
>>118334
>But beyond that is a whip, a chain, a whistle, a dildo, and a book.
God damn it, Velvet.
"Couldn't sleep. I had a nightmare about a train crash.", let's see if we can't steer the conversation towards any of her potential travel plans. We should also try to wring as much detail out of our vision as possible, we need to find out exactly when and where this train wreck occurs and either keep Pear Butter off the train or prevent the train wreck entirely. [ 1d100 = 87 ]
>But beyond that is a whip, a chain, a whistle, a dildo, and a book.
God damn it, Velvet.
"Couldn't sleep. I had a nightmare about a train crash.", let's see if we can't steer the conversation towards any of her potential travel plans. We should also try to wring as much detail out of our vision as possible, we need to find out exactly when and where this train wreck occurs and either keep Pear Butter off the train or prevent the train wreck entirely. [ 1d100 = 87 ]
>>118337
She's pregnant, and in the dream Apple bloom was already born. We have time, probably. Unless there was a fourth Apple sibling no one talks about.
She's pregnant, and in the dream Apple bloom was already born. We have time, probably. Unless there was a fourth Apple sibling no one talks about.
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>>118339
If she appears very pregnant, then she's probably close to labour, we could have a month, or we could have days. My guess is that she's gonna go see her father after Applebloom is born.
If she appears very pregnant, then she's probably close to labour, we could have a month, or we could have days. My guess is that she's gonna go see her father after Applebloom is born.
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>>118334
As others as said, we still have time if she is still pregnant. If she was pregnant in the dream it would be plainly obvious as it is now
"I just moved yesterday and decided to explore a little before the other woke up", then introduce yourself. [ 1d100 = 25 ]
As others as said, we still have time if she is still pregnant. If she was pregnant in the dream it would be plainly obvious as it is now
"I just moved yesterday and decided to explore a little before the other woke up", then introduce yourself. [ 1d100 = 25 ]
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>>117938
Cherry brandy is really sweet and perfect for cold nights.
Though, I was going to suggest earlier (couldn't because I was busy) that you would see Twilight briefly and tell her that, in exchange for this sleepover you would be a good filly and accept whatever physical punishment she opposed afterward. Implicitly you would be much more the man for this.
[ 1d100 = 92 ]
>>118001
Haha, I liked this. Though, I can't be surprised Luna took it in good stride. No doubt some of the subjects wish to love the princesses in more than a ruler-subject relationship.
>>118334
>>118337
Seconded, though we should try to arrange a meeting between the Lights and the Apples to corroborate your ability and give you more credence.
[ 1d100 = 27 ]
>>118331
>>118332
>>118333
I agree completely. It's not an Apple thing to just give up like that. And that specific action would cause some underlying resentment from the children towards their father.
As for the Everfree Forest story, the Poison Joke would probably suck out all your earth pony magic and leave you paralyzed. Possibly causing muscle spasms and definitely a headache.
[ 1d100 = 76 ]
Cherry brandy is really sweet and perfect for cold nights.
Though, I was going to suggest earlier (couldn't because I was busy) that you would see Twilight briefly and tell her that, in exchange for this sleepover you would be a good filly and accept whatever physical punishment she opposed afterward. Implicitly you would be much more the man for this.
[ 1d100 = 92 ]
>>118001
Haha, I liked this. Though, I can't be surprised Luna took it in good stride. No doubt some of the subjects wish to love the princesses in more than a ruler-subject relationship.
>>118334
>>118337
Seconded, though we should try to arrange a meeting between the Lights and the Apples to corroborate your ability and give you more credence.
[ 1d100 = 27 ]
>>118331
>>118332
>>118333
I agree completely. It's not an Apple thing to just give up like that. And that specific action would cause some underlying resentment from the children towards their father.
As for the Everfree Forest story, the Poison Joke would probably suck out all your earth pony magic and leave you paralyzed. Possibly causing muscle spasms and definitely a headache.
[ 1d100 = 76 ]
New update! Content for the content god, fillies for the filly throne! I hope your valentines' day wasn't as disappointing as mine, and that this doesn't change that.
>the rest of your sleep was restful, and you don't feel tired when your alarm goes off
>that's good, maybe you won't have to catch up on your sleep in math again
>you climb out of bed and go take your shower like yesterday
>this time no interesting thoughts are had, you just think about if you could make an "incognito mode" for your dreams
>either that, or get a dream proxy
>alternatively, you could try encrypting it
>or just go the inception route and try to create a dream inside of your dream by going to sleep twice
>will any of this even work?
>the first two might not and the third's a bit of a stretch, but the fourth?
>that has at least some potential
>but could Luna still get that far down?
>it's an interesting thought, at the very least
>eventually, when you're clean, you step out and dry off
>castle's a bit colder than usual, must be a cold day out
>you might want to bring your shirt just in case, since you don't have a scarf, jacket, or even socks
>well, you do have socks
>they're just your human socks though, so you've only got two and they probably don't fit
>you walk back to your room and pull your shirt out of the drawer
>it doesn't smell, you should be fine wearing it again
>you put on your shirt and go down to the kitchen looking for Spike
>he's not there
>where is that guy?
>oh well, you have a few guesses
>and the first is probably going to be the right one
>you make your way back to the central staircase and descend into the basement
>sure enough, he's asleep in his basket
>and he's holding his Rarity plush too
>it's moments like these that make you forget he's not much younger than Twilight
>what was she when she hatched him, seven or something?
>and yet he's stayed just about the same size
>rip
>not wanting to bother him, you go back up to the kitchen to see what you can do yourself
>you open the cabinets to check
>you found some cereal, but is there any milk?
>yes there is!
>you're having cereal, then
>what kind of cereal even is this?
>it's basically just cheerios
>you may need some sugar for this
>taking another look in the cabinets, you eventually find a jar full of it
>you grab the jar as best you can and walk back to the cereal and milk you have on the table
>you set the jar on the table and try to figure out the best way to get the sugar into a bowl
>you're an engineer, you can figure this out
>you could try to dump it, but you don't have nearly the amount of control in both hooves as you had in one hand and it would probably spill everywhere
>you could try a spoon, that would minimize spillage and still be fairly efficient
>problem is, it would be a slower process and you still don't have hands
>all of these problems seem to be stemming from the fact that you don't have hands
>you're gonna have to figure out how to deal with this eventually, so why not start now?
>you go and grab a bowl and a spoon and get to work
>after three successful spoons transferred out of five total, you decide that's enough sugar
>should you clean up this mess?
>you really should, but you don't know where a dustpan would be, much less how to use one in your current form
>it makes you feel bad, but you leave it for Spike to clean
>before you do that though, you at least do your best to group it all up
>one last touch before you finish making breakfast
>you flatten the pile out enough to trace the word "sorry" in it with the tip of your hoof
>you then put together your bowl of cereal and eat it
>it's something
>you finish your cereal and put away everything you used to make it, leaving your dishes where the pile used to be
>you go back upstairs to check the time and grab your stuff
>it's 7:01
>you're gonna make it on time, if only just
>you put your saddlebag back on and head outside to go off to school
>the rest of your sleep was restful, and you don't feel tired when your alarm goes off
>that's good, maybe you won't have to catch up on your sleep in math again
>you climb out of bed and go take your shower like yesterday
>this time no interesting thoughts are had, you just think about if you could make an "incognito mode" for your dreams
>either that, or get a dream proxy
>alternatively, you could try encrypting it
>or just go the inception route and try to create a dream inside of your dream by going to sleep twice
>will any of this even work?
>the first two might not and the third's a bit of a stretch, but the fourth?
>that has at least some potential
>but could Luna still get that far down?
>it's an interesting thought, at the very least
>eventually, when you're clean, you step out and dry off
>castle's a bit colder than usual, must be a cold day out
>you might want to bring your shirt just in case, since you don't have a scarf, jacket, or even socks
>well, you do have socks
>they're just your human socks though, so you've only got two and they probably don't fit
>you walk back to your room and pull your shirt out of the drawer
>it doesn't smell, you should be fine wearing it again
>you put on your shirt and go down to the kitchen looking for Spike
>he's not there
>where is that guy?
>oh well, you have a few guesses
>and the first is probably going to be the right one
>you make your way back to the central staircase and descend into the basement
>sure enough, he's asleep in his basket
>and he's holding his Rarity plush too
>it's moments like these that make you forget he's not much younger than Twilight
>what was she when she hatched him, seven or something?
>and yet he's stayed just about the same size
>rip
>not wanting to bother him, you go back up to the kitchen to see what you can do yourself
>you open the cabinets to check
>you found some cereal, but is there any milk?
>yes there is!
>you're having cereal, then
>what kind of cereal even is this?
>it's basically just cheerios
>you may need some sugar for this
>taking another look in the cabinets, you eventually find a jar full of it
>you grab the jar as best you can and walk back to the cereal and milk you have on the table
>you set the jar on the table and try to figure out the best way to get the sugar into a bowl
>you're an engineer, you can figure this out
>you could try to dump it, but you don't have nearly the amount of control in both hooves as you had in one hand and it would probably spill everywhere
>you could try a spoon, that would minimize spillage and still be fairly efficient
>problem is, it would be a slower process and you still don't have hands
>all of these problems seem to be stemming from the fact that you don't have hands
>you're gonna have to figure out how to deal with this eventually, so why not start now?
>you go and grab a bowl and a spoon and get to work
>after three successful spoons transferred out of five total, you decide that's enough sugar
>should you clean up this mess?
>you really should, but you don't know where a dustpan would be, much less how to use one in your current form
>it makes you feel bad, but you leave it for Spike to clean
>before you do that though, you at least do your best to group it all up
>one last touch before you finish making breakfast
>you flatten the pile out enough to trace the word "sorry" in it with the tip of your hoof
>you then put together your bowl of cereal and eat it
>it's something
>you finish your cereal and put away everything you used to make it, leaving your dishes where the pile used to be
>you go back upstairs to check the time and grab your stuff
>it's 7:01
>you're gonna make it on time, if only just
>you put your saddlebag back on and head outside to go off to school
>>118368
>be Spike
>you just woke up not too long ago and you're pretty hungry
>you decide to head up to the kitchen because that's where the food always is
>you're greeted by a small mess when you get there
>Anonymous must have already had breakfast and left
>it's a pile of sugar with "sorry" written in it
>this filly is one of the weirdest you've ever met, but at least she's polite
>well, sometimes
>you're still not sure where the "purple jr." comment came from
>you go and pull the dustpan out of a nearby closet and sweep it into a trash can
>now you're free to have your own breakfast
>let's see, what haven't you had in a while?
>cereal seems like a decent idea, and there's less of a mess to clean up afterwards
>you grab the box, a bowl, and a spoon and put them all on the counter
>when you go to get the milk, you figure out that cereal's also what Anon had for breakfast
>the bottle's half empty already!
>you might have to go out and buy more today
>no, you'll definitely have to go out and buy more today
>add one more on to the list of things to do
>speaking of, what do you still have to do?
>you have to finish organizing the library
>you have to clean the halls
>you have to…
>is that really everything that's left for you to do?
>either you worked fast, or Twilight didn't put as much on that list as it seemed
>you can have all the halls cleaned in a couple of hours and the library's already almost organized
>you could finish this today!
>but then what do you do?
>there are a few options, but all of them would be more fun if Anon could come with you
>but first things first and second things second, you're hungry and you have work to do
>you make your own bowl of cereal with the last of the milk and enjoy it with thoughts of things to come
>time to finish organizing the library!
>you run off to the library to pick up where you left off
>you just have to finish putting the last few groups of books on the shelves, and you've already got them layed out
>let's see, these go here and those go there, and that stuff goes WAYYY over there…
>and in a few minutes, you're done!
>off to sweep the halls, and then you're done!
>it takes a bit longer than you expected, but soon enough, you've got them looking spotless
>you decide to check a nearby clock
>it's about 2:00
>you might as well go and meet Anon at school before you get the milk
>she might like the surprise
>yeah, you're gonna do that!
>you go outside, lock up the castle, and head off to the school
>be Spike
>you just woke up not too long ago and you're pretty hungry
>you decide to head up to the kitchen because that's where the food always is
>you're greeted by a small mess when you get there
>Anonymous must have already had breakfast and left
>it's a pile of sugar with "sorry" written in it
>this filly is one of the weirdest you've ever met, but at least she's polite
>well, sometimes
>you're still not sure where the "purple jr." comment came from
>you go and pull the dustpan out of a nearby closet and sweep it into a trash can
>now you're free to have your own breakfast
>let's see, what haven't you had in a while?
>cereal seems like a decent idea, and there's less of a mess to clean up afterwards
>you grab the box, a bowl, and a spoon and put them all on the counter
>when you go to get the milk, you figure out that cereal's also what Anon had for breakfast
>the bottle's half empty already!
>you might have to go out and buy more today
>no, you'll definitely have to go out and buy more today
>add one more on to the list of things to do
>speaking of, what do you still have to do?
>you have to finish organizing the library
>you have to clean the halls
>you have to…
>is that really everything that's left for you to do?
>either you worked fast, or Twilight didn't put as much on that list as it seemed
>you can have all the halls cleaned in a couple of hours and the library's already almost organized
>you could finish this today!
>but then what do you do?
>there are a few options, but all of them would be more fun if Anon could come with you
>but first things first and second things second, you're hungry and you have work to do
>you make your own bowl of cereal with the last of the milk and enjoy it with thoughts of things to come
>time to finish organizing the library!
>you run off to the library to pick up where you left off
>you just have to finish putting the last few groups of books on the shelves, and you've already got them layed out
>let's see, these go here and those go there, and that stuff goes WAYYY over there…
>and in a few minutes, you're done!
>off to sweep the halls, and then you're done!
>it takes a bit longer than you expected, but soon enough, you've got them looking spotless
>you decide to check a nearby clock
>it's about 2:00
>you might as well go and meet Anon at school before you get the milk
>she might like the surprise
>yeah, you're gonna do that!
>you go outside, lock up the castle, and head off to the school
>>118369
>be Anonymous
>you're in school
>it was exactly as cold as you thought it would be, and your shirt definitely helped out
>a few of the other fillies and colts looked at you funny, but it doesn't matter
>this shirt goes beautifully with your coat, and you're willing to fight any stuck up horse that says otherwise!
>but that was a while ago, and now it's time for writing
>you've managed to write through meeting Twilight's parents and walking to the castle before you came to a crossroads
>should you leave in the part about Celestia accidentally seeing your dick?
>the anons would definitely want to know about that, but Celestia wouldn't appreciate you telling anyone
>it all comes down to one question
>who are you going to see again, them or Celestia?
>you're not sure which you'd prefer
>on the one hand, your entire goal here is the implied result of option one
>but on the other, you might be seeing a lot more of Celestia if that doesn't happen
>eventually, you come to an answer
>Celestia doesn't even know you're writing this, and only Twilight will assuming you never get back
>you're pretty much free to put down whatever you want and Celestia wouldn't know
>but that still doesn't feel right to you
>so you make a compromise
>you won't add it now, but you will add it in when you type this all out if you get back home
>that way, nobody here will know anything about her seeing your dick and the anons won't suspect that any of this even happened because it's just another filly greentext!
>you're a genius!
>you go to keep writing, but the bell rings right as you put the pencil to your paper
>oh well, you'll keep writing tomorrow
>you put away your things and go outside
>"Hey, Anon!"
>and Spike's here
>why is spike here?
"Hi Spike, what's up?"
>he looks pretty proud of himself, whatever has him here must be pretty cool
>"I finished everything on the list Twilight gave me, so I decided to come over here to walk you home!"
>that is pretty cool
>wasn't that list a couple of feet long?
>and he finished it within two days of getting it
>he's a professional!
"Congrats, man! So, what are we gonna do now?"
>"I'm going to buy milk because we're out first, but then we can do anything you like!"
>anything you like?
"Alright, I'll think of something. Let's drop off the milk before we do anything though, it'll spoil otherwise."
>"Of course, that would just be a bad idea."
>and with that, you two went and bought milk and brought it back to the castle
>"Have you thought of anything yet?"
And this is where I'll let you all decide something, since I'm feeling generous.it's totally not because I don't have any ideas for once and feel like it's still too early to advance plot, that would be silly!it really is, though.
>be Anonymous
>you're in school
>it was exactly as cold as you thought it would be, and your shirt definitely helped out
>a few of the other fillies and colts looked at you funny, but it doesn't matter
>this shirt goes beautifully with your coat, and you're willing to fight any stuck up horse that says otherwise!
>but that was a while ago, and now it's time for writing
>you've managed to write through meeting Twilight's parents and walking to the castle before you came to a crossroads
>should you leave in the part about Celestia accidentally seeing your dick?
>the anons would definitely want to know about that, but Celestia wouldn't appreciate you telling anyone
>it all comes down to one question
>who are you going to see again, them or Celestia?
>you're not sure which you'd prefer
>on the one hand, your entire goal here is the implied result of option one
>but on the other, you might be seeing a lot more of Celestia if that doesn't happen
>eventually, you come to an answer
>Celestia doesn't even know you're writing this, and only Twilight will assuming you never get back
>you're pretty much free to put down whatever you want and Celestia wouldn't know
>but that still doesn't feel right to you
>so you make a compromise
>you won't add it now, but you will add it in when you type this all out if you get back home
>that way, nobody here will know anything about her seeing your dick and the anons won't suspect that any of this even happened because it's just another filly greentext!
>you're a genius!
>you go to keep writing, but the bell rings right as you put the pencil to your paper
>oh well, you'll keep writing tomorrow
>you put away your things and go outside
>"Hey, Anon!"
>and Spike's here
>why is spike here?
"Hi Spike, what's up?"
>he looks pretty proud of himself, whatever has him here must be pretty cool
>"I finished everything on the list Twilight gave me, so I decided to come over here to walk you home!"
>that is pretty cool
>wasn't that list a couple of feet long?
>and he finished it within two days of getting it
>he's a professional!
"Congrats, man! So, what are we gonna do now?"
>"I'm going to buy milk because we're out first, but then we can do anything you like!"
>anything you like?
"Alright, I'll think of something. Let's drop off the milk before we do anything though, it'll spoil otherwise."
>"Of course, that would just be a bad idea."
>and with that, you two went and bought milk and brought it back to the castle
>"Have you thought of anything yet?"
And this is where I'll let you all decide something, since I'm feeling generous.it's totally not because I don't have any ideas for once and feel like it's still too early to advance plot, that would be silly!it really is, though.
>>118370
Teach Spike kungfu!
[ 1d100 = 56 ]
>>118354
Actually, for the Lone15 response I wanted to add a short speech to Twilight about staying friends with Little League because being a friend makes others happy and friendship is magic. If there is anything left of the "Princess of Friendship" in Twilight, it would either touch her or make her green with envy. I'm sad I had forgotten it since I planned out my post yesterday.
Teach Spike kungfu!
[ 1d100 = 56 ]
>>118354
Actually, for the Lone15 response I wanted to add a short speech to Twilight about staying friends with Little League because being a friend makes others happy and friendship is magic. If there is anything left of the "Princess of Friendship" in Twilight, it would either touch her or make her green with envy. I'm sad I had forgotten it since I planned out my post yesterday.
Give me some drawfag ideas.
No lewd, filly is pure.
No lewd, filly is pure.
>>118406
Here's an idea: you're a faggot and filly wants to be loved just as much as (You) do, you lonely faggot.
Here's an idea: you're a faggot and filly wants to be loved just as much as (You) do, you lonely faggot.
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>>118406
Anon Filly being cuddled on a couch by Twilight Velvet. Don't forget the living room floor is covered in broken glass, and the door has been broken down.
Anon Filly being cuddled on a couch by Twilight Velvet. Don't forget the living room floor is covered in broken glass, and the door has been broken down.
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The "liquid courage" that you consumed not too long ago starts to kick in. You feel a little bit tipsy, but any reservations you had about telling Pear Butter about your premonition this morning are gone.
"My name's Anon, and I'm kind of new in town. I had a nightmare last night about a train crash. You were in it, though you weren't pregnant like you are now. The dream showed me your funeral. You had three children there, a big red stallion, an orange filly with blonde hair, and a yellow baby filly with beet red hair. I have a talent for predicting the future, though I can't control it. I felt you needed to know. Maybe I could prevent a tragedy or something."
Pear Butter stares at you blankly for a few seconds, completely dumbfounded by everything you just dropped on her.
<"Would you… like to come inside for breakfast? You seem like you've been through a lot."
You smile. Hopefully some proper food will slow down the brandy's absorption into your blood stream. You definitely shouldn't have drank this early in the morning.
"Sure. And what's your name, exactly? I'm kind of new to town."
<"You can just call me Ms. Buttercup."
Oh right, she had a nickname.
You follow her into the barn, which more properly resembles a house on the inside. Unsurprisingly, the whole Apple family is up at this hour. You remember hearing that school starts at about 9 in Ponyville, so presumably, Applejack and Big Mac will have farm chores to do before heading to class.
Applejack is the first to meet you.
>"Well howdy, what's your name? And just what brings you here anywho?"
<"This is Anon. She claims she can see the future and had some prophecies about our family. Managed to describe you and Big Mac rather perfectly. Don't suppose you've met her before?"
>"Can't say I have. Not sure if I'd go about believing any old fortune teller that shows up to our door though."
<"Well, she seemed a bit distressed about what she saw. I've invited her over for breakfast to hopefully calm her down a bit. It wouldn't be rather nice for her first memories of us to be bad ones."
>"Whatever you say…"
Applejack looks up at you and tries to give her most welcoming smile.
>"Hey, you like hoofball?"
"My name's Anon, and I'm kind of new in town. I had a nightmare last night about a train crash. You were in it, though you weren't pregnant like you are now. The dream showed me your funeral. You had three children there, a big red stallion, an orange filly with blonde hair, and a yellow baby filly with beet red hair. I have a talent for predicting the future, though I can't control it. I felt you needed to know. Maybe I could prevent a tragedy or something."
Pear Butter stares at you blankly for a few seconds, completely dumbfounded by everything you just dropped on her.
<"Would you… like to come inside for breakfast? You seem like you've been through a lot."
You smile. Hopefully some proper food will slow down the brandy's absorption into your blood stream. You definitely shouldn't have drank this early in the morning.
"Sure. And what's your name, exactly? I'm kind of new to town."
<"You can just call me Ms. Buttercup."
Oh right, she had a nickname.
You follow her into the barn, which more properly resembles a house on the inside. Unsurprisingly, the whole Apple family is up at this hour. You remember hearing that school starts at about 9 in Ponyville, so presumably, Applejack and Big Mac will have farm chores to do before heading to class.
Applejack is the first to meet you.
>"Well howdy, what's your name? And just what brings you here anywho?"
<"This is Anon. She claims she can see the future and had some prophecies about our family. Managed to describe you and Big Mac rather perfectly. Don't suppose you've met her before?"
>"Can't say I have. Not sure if I'd go about believing any old fortune teller that shows up to our door though."
<"Well, she seemed a bit distressed about what she saw. I've invited her over for breakfast to hopefully calm her down a bit. It wouldn't be rather nice for her first memories of us to be bad ones."
>"Whatever you say…"
Applejack looks up at you and tries to give her most welcoming smile.
>"Hey, you like hoofball?"
>>118436
>Suspicion right out the gate
>Breath probably smells like alcohol, so we'll be even less likely to be believed
Shitfuck, and here is why you never tell anyone you have future sight. Don't lie to apple, tell her we're not too familiar with the sport, but it looks like fun. [ 1d100 = 45 ]
>Suspicion right out the gate
>Breath probably smells like alcohol, so we'll be even less likely to be believed
Shitfuck, and here is why you never tell anyone you have future sight. Don't lie to apple, tell her we're not too familiar with the sport, but it looks like fun. [ 1d100 = 45 ]
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>>118436
I still cry on the inside for the Apples. I'd be so fucked up by all this. And with the booze too? I'd be a wreck. God, but what could you do? Could you even change the future? What if you did? I feel like I'd need to try. But I can't even begin to think how, in this state. Oh man. This is so fucked.
I-I… I don't know about hoofball. I'm not from here. I-is it fun?
[ 1d100 = 41 ] I guess
I still cry on the inside for the Apples. I'd be so fucked up by all this. And with the booze too? I'd be a wreck. God, but what could you do? Could you even change the future? What if you did? I feel like I'd need to try. But I can't even begin to think how, in this state. Oh man. This is so fucked.
I-I… I don't know about hoofball. I'm not from here. I-is it fun?
[ 1d100 = 41 ] I guess
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>>118406
A few fillies running after a ball, playing something
Was thinking on 4 fillies but 2 or 3 is fine
A few fillies running after a ball, playing something
Was thinking on 4 fillies but 2 or 3 is fine
>>118465
Aryanne is all the waifu we will ever need, but maybe we should get her a companion plush! God damn, I’m starting to sound like a crazy cat woman.
Aryanne is all the waifu we will ever need, but maybe we should get her a companion plush! God damn, I’m starting to sound like a crazy cat woman.
>>118406
I want to see the filly cuddling League like her intro scene in Lone15’s story.
Don’t forget the bandages.
I want to see the filly cuddling League like her intro scene in Lone15’s story.
Don’t forget the bandages.
>>118474
Benadryl can fuck you up man. Fuck up your coordination, make you see things, real shit. That's why I fucking avoid drugs like the plague. Don't know what the fuck is in even half of these damn things.
Benadryl can fuck you up man. Fuck up your coordination, make you see things, real shit. That's why I fucking avoid drugs like the plague. Don't know what the fuck is in even half of these damn things.
>Be Anonfilly
>Wake up
>It is Morning.
>Roll out of bed.
>Walk down the castle hallway to the washroom.
>Use toilet
>Wash face.
>Brush teeth.
>Look as self in the mirror.
>Good enough.
>You make your way downstairs towards the kitchen.
>Something smells good.
>You make it to the kitchen, and see Twilight Sparkle by the stove.
>A spatula floats magically in the air as she turns a pancake.
"Morning Purple."
>"Oh! Good morning Anon. I got up before Spike today, so I decided to make some blueberry pancakes. While I finish cooking them, would you mind getting today's paper for me?
>You look around for Spike or Starlight Glimmer to pass on the responsibility to.
>Neither of them are here.
>Fuck, guess you have to do it.
"Sure thing."
>"Thanks Anon!"
>You walk to the front door, and push it open.
>You spot the newspaper all the way on the end of the path leading away from the castle.
>Lazy fucking paperfilly, making you walk a whole 15 seconds to retrieve the paper.
>You walk over and pick up the paper.
>Mission accomplished, return to base immediately.
>"Hallo Anon! How are you?"
>You turn your head to see who is talking to you.
>It's your new neighbor, Adolf Hitler.
>He is standing on his porch with a broom in his hand and is sweeping the floor.
"I'm okay, just getting the paper for Purple."
>You pause for a moment to decide whether or not to continue the conversation with the former leader of Nazi Germany.
>Eh, time to be a little polite, he is your new neighbor after all.
"How are you today?"
>"Sehr gut. Just another day doing my daily routine. This ash will not sweep itself you know."
>Adolf stops sweeping, and gives you his full attention
>"Ah, I just remembered. Are you going to the event this weekend?"
"What event?"
>You genuinely have no idea what he is talking about.
>"The youth group I lead is having a picnic this weekend. Do you think you will go?
>Oh.
>This again.
"Sorry, but I've already told you that I'm just not interested in joining."
>Adolf waves his hand.
>"Nein, nein, nein. The event is free and open to the public, and we will be having games and prizes. Have you ever played pin the star on das Jude? Es ist a lot of fun!
"Will there be beer?"
>Adolf smiles.
>"We will have beer for all of the growing young stutfohlen."
>Ring Ring!
>Before you can say anything more, a zebra on a bicycle clumsily rides out from behind your neighbor's house.
>Adolf watches as the zebra rides down the street.
>"Zigger stole my fahrrad!"
>He runs off his porch to give chase, swinging his broom angrily in the air and shouting an incomprehensible stream of German.
>You watch as they slowly disappear down the street, the German getting quieter the further they get.
>Once they are gone from your sight, you go back inside to deliver the paper to Purple.
>Hitler is not the best neighbor to have nextdoor, but at least he is a better neighbor than Aerolite
>Wake up
>It is Morning.
>Roll out of bed.
>Walk down the castle hallway to the washroom.
>Use toilet
>Wash face.
>Brush teeth.
>Look as self in the mirror.
>Good enough.
>You make your way downstairs towards the kitchen.
>Something smells good.
>You make it to the kitchen, and see Twilight Sparkle by the stove.
>A spatula floats magically in the air as she turns a pancake.
"Morning Purple."
>"Oh! Good morning Anon. I got up before Spike today, so I decided to make some blueberry pancakes. While I finish cooking them, would you mind getting today's paper for me?
>You look around for Spike or Starlight Glimmer to pass on the responsibility to.
>Neither of them are here.
>Fuck, guess you have to do it.
"Sure thing."
>"Thanks Anon!"
>You walk to the front door, and push it open.
>You spot the newspaper all the way on the end of the path leading away from the castle.
>Lazy fucking paperfilly, making you walk a whole 15 seconds to retrieve the paper.
>You walk over and pick up the paper.
>Mission accomplished, return to base immediately.
>"Hallo Anon! How are you?"
>You turn your head to see who is talking to you.
>It's your new neighbor, Adolf Hitler.
>He is standing on his porch with a broom in his hand and is sweeping the floor.
"I'm okay, just getting the paper for Purple."
>You pause for a moment to decide whether or not to continue the conversation with the former leader of Nazi Germany.
>Eh, time to be a little polite, he is your new neighbor after all.
"How are you today?"
>"Sehr gut. Just another day doing my daily routine. This ash will not sweep itself you know."
>Adolf stops sweeping, and gives you his full attention
>"Ah, I just remembered. Are you going to the event this weekend?"
"What event?"
>You genuinely have no idea what he is talking about.
>"The youth group I lead is having a picnic this weekend. Do you think you will go?
>Oh.
>This again.
"Sorry, but I've already told you that I'm just not interested in joining."
>Adolf waves his hand.
>"Nein, nein, nein. The event is free and open to the public, and we will be having games and prizes. Have you ever played pin the star on das Jude? Es ist a lot of fun!
"Will there be beer?"
>Adolf smiles.
>"We will have beer for all of the growing young stutfohlen."
>Ring Ring!
>Before you can say anything more, a zebra on a bicycle clumsily rides out from behind your neighbor's house.
>Adolf watches as the zebra rides down the street.
>"Zigger stole my fahrrad!"
>He runs off his porch to give chase, swinging his broom angrily in the air and shouting an incomprehensible stream of German.
>You watch as they slowly disappear down the street, the German getting quieter the further they get.
>Once they are gone from your sight, you go back inside to deliver the paper to Purple.
>Hitler is not the best neighbor to have nextdoor, but at least he is a better neighbor than Aerolite
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>VA thread is cleared of all fillies images but one probably overlooked
>Even using filly reaction images is now worthy of a ban
>Deleting pony content from the pony board
>Deleting /mlp/ OC from /mlp/
filly, nasapone, (original-)raggie(-poster), random drawfag threads that showed up for digits requests, etc
No wonder /mlp/ is in that state, having >Fun is literally banned
But Im more surprised that it took fillyposting for me to notice all that missing, no wonder that place got filled with generals and withouth any creativity anymore
/mlpol/, give me the horsepill, what am i missing besides that?
>Even using filly reaction images is now worthy of a ban
>Deleting pony content from the pony board
>Deleting /mlp/ OC from /mlp/
filly, nasapone, (original-)raggie(-poster), random drawfag threads that showed up for digits requests, etc
No wonder /mlp/ is in that state, having >Fun is literally banned
But Im more surprised that it took fillyposting for me to notice all that missing, no wonder that place got filled with generals and withouth any creativity anymore
/mlpol/, give me the horsepill, what am i missing besides that?
>>118572
>The absolute state of /mlp/ right now
The mods will slowly chip away at the board until nothing of value is left
>The absolute state of /mlp/ right now
The mods will slowly chip away at the board until nothing of value is left
>>118572
>Raggie
Nah, Disastral was just driven off by shitposters, like pencils, but earlier. You are missing nothing on /mlp/ that can't be had here with greater quality if not high speed.
Glimposting is also banned here, so if that doesn't sell you, I don't know what will.
>Raggie
Nah, Disastral was just driven off by shitposters, like pencils, but earlier. You are missing nothing on /mlp/ that can't be had here with greater quality if not high speed.
Glimposting is also banned here, so if that doesn't sell you, I don't know what will.
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>>118572
>what am i missing besides that?
It's been going on for quite a while; longer than you'd think. I think the 4cuck mods have been trying to strategically reduce traffic and content creation, so that the board will die and they can justify deleting it.
>what am i missing besides that?
It's been going on for quite a while; longer than you'd think. I think the 4cuck mods have been trying to strategically reduce traffic and content creation, so that the board will die and they can justify deleting it.
>>118576
I was there when the thread got first banned, he didnt understand and tried to post again just to get banned a second time
And if you thinkn Pencils got annoyed by shitposters then think again
http://pencilsponyforge.tumblr.com/post/170153313443/question-what-happened-to-posting-your-pages-on#notes
>Asks for a horsepill
>Has to give horsepill instead
I was there when the thread got first banned, he didnt understand and tried to post again just to get banned a second time
And if you thinkn Pencils got annoyed by shitposters then think again
http://pencilsponyforge.tumblr.com/post/170153313443/question-what-happened-to-posting-your-pages-on#notes
>Asks for a horsepill
>Has to give horsepill instead
>>118579
>"W-what? You mean the /mlp/ mods are intentionally killing content and banning content creators?"
>"W-what? You mean the /mlp/ mods are intentionally killing content and banning content creators?"
>>118581
I didn't know that raggie posting got banned, the threads were posted so infrequently that I'd miss them most of the time. As for pencil's it's somewhat understandable because of all the characters that could be lumped under the furry rule, even if it is show related.
/mlp/ needed to be made a hidden redboard and moderated by its community to be honest.
I didn't know that raggie posting got banned, the threads were posted so infrequently that I'd miss them most of the time. As for pencil's it's somewhat understandable because of all the characters that could be lumped under the furry rule, even if it is show related.
/mlp/ needed to be made a hidden redboard and moderated by its community to be honest.
>>118576
>>118579
I ve liked mlpol from april fools back on 4c, but didnt had much interest coming here since i hadnt noticed how bad it actually was back "home"
And sorry for the last two lines on my post, i m kinda annoyed right now
And yea he was, mods used the rping excuse to get rid of that thread as far i remember
>>118577
Wouldnt surprise me one bit, not that the speed difference didnt make it obvious that something was going on but still…
Never believed the anons saying that "Bandwaggoners are leaving, true fans will always stay" when there was clearly something wrong
>>118579
I ve liked mlpol from april fools back on 4c, but didnt had much interest coming here since i hadnt noticed how bad it actually was back "home"
And sorry for the last two lines on my post, i m kinda annoyed right now
And yea he was, mods used the rping excuse to get rid of that thread as far i remember
>>118577
Wouldnt surprise me one bit, not that the speed difference didnt make it obvious that something was going on but still…
Never believed the anons saying that "Bandwaggoners are leaving, true fans will always stay" when there was clearly something wrong
>>118584
I wasn't posting here very often either until Anonfilly got deleted, at that point there was nothing left on /mlp/ for me to browse. /nmp/ had run its course and everything else was CYOAs and shitposting.
I wasn't posting here very often either until Anonfilly got deleted, at that point there was nothing left on /mlp/ for me to browse. /nmp/ had run its course and everything else was CYOAs and shitposting.
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>>118587
It's CYOA I can really get behind, though, and fully without the pretentious fans that ruined CYOAs on /mlp/
>/cyoag/
It's CYOA I can really get behind, though, and fully without the pretentious fans that ruined CYOAs on /mlp/
>/cyoag/
>>118572
There is a lot of shit going on.
The valentines day was almost ruined by normies.
anyway, post ponies: /pol/thread/160616522
There is a lot of shit going on.
The valentines day was almost ruined by normies.
anyway, post ponies: /pol/thread/160616522
>>118585
I guess I haven't missed much on /nmp/ since the Insight story was finished? Or did you stop before that one?
I guess I haven't missed much on /nmp/ since the Insight story was finished? Or did you stop before that one?
>>118590
I stopped reading when he introduced Insight's pregnancy, I wasn't gonna watch another thread get derailed by offspringfags arguing.
I stopped reading when he introduced Insight's pregnancy, I wasn't gonna watch another thread get derailed by offspringfags arguing.
>>118592
I can't. All the fun people left the board at that point. It's obvious too, because you almost never see anyone posting images with older filenames.
I can't. All the fun people left the board at that point. It's obvious too, because you almost never see anyone posting images with older filenames.
>>118585
4chan has been shrinking overall the past few years, and /mlp/ mods have been chasing everyone out with a broom. /mlp/ not a good indicator of the world's most autistic fandom.
4chan has been shrinking overall the past few years, and /mlp/ mods have been chasing everyone out with a broom. /mlp/ not a good indicator of the world's most autistic fandom.
>>118591
The arguing was non-existent to be fair, as I said I stuck around just to see that story through. Those threads only went fast due to infighting though hence why I bailed afterwards.
The arguing was non-existent to be fair, as I said I stuck around just to see that story through. Those threads only went fast due to infighting though hence why I bailed afterwards.
>>118595
The site's been in decline since project Chanology, began dying after Gamergate, and finally ran out of air after the 2016 elections.
It's almost like 4chan was an actual person who contracted cancer, got smothered by a pillow, died, and now the doctors are using the corpse in a ventriloquist act.
The site's been in decline since project Chanology, began dying after Gamergate, and finally ran out of air after the 2016 elections.
It's almost like 4chan was an actual person who contracted cancer, got smothered by a pillow, died, and now the doctors are using the corpse in a ventriloquist act.
>>118597
Well, arguing over Insights children, people just kind of just accepted whatever the writefag did despite their tastes. Thread was just then derailed by thot posting and >it hurts trying to strong arm their way in
Well, arguing over Insights children, people just kind of just accepted whatever the writefag did despite their tastes. Thread was just then derailed by thot posting and >it hurts trying to strong arm their way in
>>118600
/ptfg/ even has an undeleted Anonfilly image that they lifted from here.
/ptfg/ even has an undeleted Anonfilly image that they lifted from here.
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>>118600
you didn't see anything…
you didn't see anything…
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>>118665
Your post fills me with pain.
Because it's true.
Looks nice, though.
Your post fills me with pain.
Because it's true.
Looks nice, though.
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"Never heard of it."
Applejack narrows her eyes in suspicion.
>"Where the heck did you say you're from exactly?"
"Uhh… Canterlot?"
Technically not a lie. You've spent nearly your entire pony life there. Not mentioned was the fact that this is your fifth day in Equestria altogether. Nonetheless, Applejack promptly applies her hoof to her forehead.
>"Of course you are. Those dang fancy pants nobles probably never taught you any outdoor sports, did they?"
"Not really, no."
>"Well, would you like to try playing it after school? They are sending you to school, right? Not trying any of that homeschool hogwash."
"Well we just moved here, but hopefully. I was in school when I was at Canterlot. And yeah, I suppose it does sound fun, whatever it entails."
>"Eh, it's not that hard to pick up. Really, you just kick the ball into the other team's goal post. You can only use your hooves though. Which really doesn't mean too much since you're an Earth pony like me. But if you were a unicorn or a pegasus, I'd have to kindly remind you that you're not allowed to use magic or wings or anything to go moving the ball around."
"Seems simple enough."
>"It is, and it's a lot of fun because it's so simple."
<"Fillies, breakfast is ready!"
You hear a thundering of hooves come down the stairs as you walk into the kitchen with Applejack. Just as you're about to enter the kitchen, Big Mac bolts into the kitchen. He might not be giant yet, but he's still pretty big and growing. Finally, you sit down at the table to eat, and are passed a massive apple fritter covered in butter. There's a pile of them in the center of the table, just in case you have room for seconds.
Applejack narrows her eyes in suspicion.
>"Where the heck did you say you're from exactly?"
"Uhh… Canterlot?"
Technically not a lie. You've spent nearly your entire pony life there. Not mentioned was the fact that this is your fifth day in Equestria altogether. Nonetheless, Applejack promptly applies her hoof to her forehead.
>"Of course you are. Those dang fancy pants nobles probably never taught you any outdoor sports, did they?"
"Not really, no."
>"Well, would you like to try playing it after school? They are sending you to school, right? Not trying any of that homeschool hogwash."
"Well we just moved here, but hopefully. I was in school when I was at Canterlot. And yeah, I suppose it does sound fun, whatever it entails."
>"Eh, it's not that hard to pick up. Really, you just kick the ball into the other team's goal post. You can only use your hooves though. Which really doesn't mean too much since you're an Earth pony like me. But if you were a unicorn or a pegasus, I'd have to kindly remind you that you're not allowed to use magic or wings or anything to go moving the ball around."
"Seems simple enough."
>"It is, and it's a lot of fun because it's so simple."
<"Fillies, breakfast is ready!"
You hear a thundering of hooves come down the stairs as you walk into the kitchen with Applejack. Just as you're about to enter the kitchen, Big Mac bolts into the kitchen. He might not be giant yet, but he's still pretty big and growing. Finally, you sit down at the table to eat, and are passed a massive apple fritter covered in butter. There's a pile of them in the center of the table, just in case you have room for seconds.
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Thanks to the anons who helped me out with ideas, I decided to make this update more of a memetastic one because I felt like I haven't forced enough garbage in this story already.
>you saw quite a few stores along the way home
>there was even a plush store that looked fairly interesting to you, and it might give you an excuse to mess with Spike
>yeah, that could be a fun idea!
"I saw a plush store while we were out, and I couldn't help but notice the one you've got. Wanna get it a friend?"
>you say this with the most shit-eating grin that you can muster
>Spike blushes a bit and gets just a little bit mad
>"At least I don't talk to mine."
>oh, so that's how this is gonna work?
>you insulted his waifu and he takes it personally
>you probably would've too, to be completely honest, but it's fun to bait
>but you can't see this going anywhere else since he has just as much on you about this, so you drop it
"I'll stop messing with you, but seriously. You want to check it out, or not?"
>now it's his turn to get the shit-eating grin
>"It sounds like you just want an excuse to get your own plush a friend. Sure, I'll come with you."
>you give him a smirk and nudge him in the shoulder
"It seems like we both need an excuse, now let's go before any more spaghetti shows up."
>"Spaghetti?"
> why did you say that, he doesn't get it at all
"Don't worry about it, it's a phrase where I come from. Also, are we actually going to buy anything, or just look?"
>he thinks about this
>"Twilight's got enough money set out for us to get a few, but that also means that we probably won't be able to eat out for the rest of the time she's gone."
>now it's your turn to think
>what's left around here in terms of food?
"Is there still a good amount of food around here, just in case?"
>"Did you forget that Twilight went and bought groceries before she left?"
>oh yeah, she did
"I can handle eating out of the fridge if you can."
>"Then I guess we're blowing all the food money on plushes!"
>Spike goes into a drawer and pulls out a sack of bits and you two head off to the door
>it doesn't take you two long to walk back to the store and soon enough, you're inside surveying the merch
>you and Spike split up because neither of you really wants to be near the other in here
>too weird
>it's some good material, but it's not as autistic as some of the really good stuff that the artfags made back home
>there are some really nice looking generic ponies that you're looking at, though
>there aren't any features that would label them as being actual ponies that exist here, but they do have a couple superficial resemblances
>like, there's a mint green unicorn, a purple-ish earth pony, and a gray and blonde pegasus
>nothing else noteworthy, though
>eventually you decide to wander around and look elsewhere
>you find a section with a bunch of plushes that look like humans, oddly enough!
>let's see what gems are here, shall we?
>these aren't those EqG-style humans that were in those three movies, either
>these are humans like back home!
>real, honest-to-god human-looking humans!
>you're barely able to contain your excitement as you look over each one present
>you even recognize some of these
>there's Trump, Putin, Merkel, Trudeau, May, and…
>is that who you think it is?
>he's got the hair
>he's got the clothes
>and he's got the mustache!
>it's Hitler!
>literally the perfect companion for your Aryanne plush!
>you've figured out what you're getting
>you pick up Adolf and go off to find Spike, since he has all the dosh
>you're wandering around the aisles for all of about 3 seconds before you find him
>he's in the aisle with the ponies, looking at some of the ones that you didn't recognize
>too bad he doesn't have as good taste as you do
>you put down Der Führer for long enough to tell Spike that you've made your decision
"I found what I want, can you give me the bits to pay for it?"
>he turns to look at what you chose
>and is now very clearly stifling laughter
>"Gee Anon, I didn't know you were into humans."
"Gee Spike, I didn't know you were into sucking penis."
>Spike seems a bit surprised at your quick defense and backs off a bit
>that may have been a bit harsh, but he doesn't seem too bothered
>"I just didn't think that humans were something that you'd enjoy, after all it seems more geared towards colts."
>colts?
>why colts?
>is this like a mirrored version of MLP in your universe, or something?
"Look, I don't care about who it's for. I've made my decision, and I want this one. Can I have the bits, or not?"
>you saw quite a few stores along the way home
>there was even a plush store that looked fairly interesting to you, and it might give you an excuse to mess with Spike
>yeah, that could be a fun idea!
"I saw a plush store while we were out, and I couldn't help but notice the one you've got. Wanna get it a friend?"
>you say this with the most shit-eating grin that you can muster
>Spike blushes a bit and gets just a little bit mad
>"At least I don't talk to mine."
>oh, so that's how this is gonna work?
>you insulted his waifu and he takes it personally
>you probably would've too, to be completely honest, but it's fun to bait
>but you can't see this going anywhere else since he has just as much on you about this, so you drop it
"I'll stop messing with you, but seriously. You want to check it out, or not?"
>now it's his turn to get the shit-eating grin
>"It sounds like you just want an excuse to get your own plush a friend. Sure, I'll come with you."
>you give him a smirk and nudge him in the shoulder
"It seems like we both need an excuse, now let's go before any more spaghetti shows up."
>"Spaghetti?"
> why did you say that, he doesn't get it at all
"Don't worry about it, it's a phrase where I come from. Also, are we actually going to buy anything, or just look?"
>he thinks about this
>"Twilight's got enough money set out for us to get a few, but that also means that we probably won't be able to eat out for the rest of the time she's gone."
>now it's your turn to think
>what's left around here in terms of food?
"Is there still a good amount of food around here, just in case?"
>"Did you forget that Twilight went and bought groceries before she left?"
>oh yeah, she did
"I can handle eating out of the fridge if you can."
>"Then I guess we're blowing all the food money on plushes!"
>Spike goes into a drawer and pulls out a sack of bits and you two head off to the door
>it doesn't take you two long to walk back to the store and soon enough, you're inside surveying the merch
>you and Spike split up because neither of you really wants to be near the other in here
>too weird
>it's some good material, but it's not as autistic as some of the really good stuff that the artfags made back home
>there are some really nice looking generic ponies that you're looking at, though
>there aren't any features that would label them as being actual ponies that exist here, but they do have a couple superficial resemblances
>like, there's a mint green unicorn, a purple-ish earth pony, and a gray and blonde pegasus
>nothing else noteworthy, though
>eventually you decide to wander around and look elsewhere
>you find a section with a bunch of plushes that look like humans, oddly enough!
>let's see what gems are here, shall we?
>these aren't those EqG-style humans that were in those three movies, either
>these are humans like back home!
>real, honest-to-god human-looking humans!
>you're barely able to contain your excitement as you look over each one present
>you even recognize some of these
>there's Trump, Putin, Merkel, Trudeau, May, and…
>is that who you think it is?
>he's got the hair
>he's got the clothes
>and he's got the mustache!
>it's Hitler!
>literally the perfect companion for your Aryanne plush!
>you've figured out what you're getting
>you pick up Adolf and go off to find Spike, since he has all the dosh
>you're wandering around the aisles for all of about 3 seconds before you find him
>he's in the aisle with the ponies, looking at some of the ones that you didn't recognize
>too bad he doesn't have as good taste as you do
>you put down Der Führer for long enough to tell Spike that you've made your decision
"I found what I want, can you give me the bits to pay for it?"
>he turns to look at what you chose
>and is now very clearly stifling laughter
>"Gee Anon, I didn't know you were into humans."
"Gee Spike, I didn't know you were into sucking penis."
>Spike seems a bit surprised at your quick defense and backs off a bit
>that may have been a bit harsh, but he doesn't seem too bothered
>"I just didn't think that humans were something that you'd enjoy, after all it seems more geared towards colts."
>colts?
>why colts?
>is this like a mirrored version of MLP in your universe, or something?
"Look, I don't care about who it's for. I've made my decision, and I want this one. Can I have the bits, or not?"
>>118869
>Spike gives you the bag and you take it and Hitler over to the counter to pay
>a nice looking unicorn is running the counter, she must be the owner
>she sees you approaching and stops doing whatever she was doing
>"Can I help you?"
"Hi, I'd like to buy this please."
>you put the Hitler on the counter with the bits
>she seems a little surprised that you chose a human too, but she doesn't say anything
>oh well, your days of spaghetti-ing over buying merchandise has hardened you to events like this
>"Alright, that'll be 20 bits…"
>she opens the bag and takes out 20 of them
>"… And here you go! Enjoy the rest of your day."
"Thanks, you too."
>you pick the bag and now your Hitler back up and go back over to Spike
>he seems to have made a decision on the gray and blonde pegasus
>not terrible, but you've still got better taste
"Here's the bits back, I think we're gonna have some left over."
>you throw him the bag and he catches it
>"Cool. I don't want to spend the rest right away though, just in case we need it for something."
>if we really needed to save that for something, then you probably shouldn't have blown it on toys
>oh well, that's a problem for later (if it even becomes a problem)
>Spike goes off and purchases his choice, and you two leave the store with still a decent amount of cash, much to your surprise
>you two at first walk in relative silence, but then Spike decides to break it
>"Did you really have to choose Hitler? Out of all the humans, did it really have to be Hitler?"
>is this little shit doing what you think he's doing?
>he's not going to insult Humanity's Champion on your watch!
"I'll have you know that Hitler did nothing wrong!"
>"Are you kidding? He was a complete meme built specifically to pander to ponies, and he didn't even survive the World War Two ark unless you believe that fan theory that he fled to Argentina."
>oh, he is gonna get it now!
>you call upon your vast reserves of autism and every waking moment you spent on /mlpol/ to channel your inner nazi
>you then try to stand up on both your hind legs and do as close to a proper roman salute as you can
>you don't fall over in the process, so that's good
>after you finish, he takes a couple seconds to process what you just did
>"Woah, that's some dedication. If only you had put all that time and effort into liking a better character, I might actually be impressed."
>okay, now you're starting to feel a bit personally insulted
"Alright then, tell me who you think is better."
>"Personally, I think Trump is better. Putin's a close second, though."
>Putin isn't bad, but Trump is meh tier at best!
"Trump? Why Trump? He isn't even as good of a leader as Hitler was. He constantly tried to compromise with the other side who just didn't let any of it happen, when he would've been much better off just doing what the people who liked him wanted. I can agree with Putin though, he's pretty cool."
>is this just going to turn into political shitposting?
>yes it is, judging by Spike's reply
>"Hitler still managed to lose World War Two with everything he had, how is he a good leader?"
"Did you forget that he was fighting the rest of the developed world? I'd like to see Trump's America last even a year trying to do that."
>"Wasn't he the entire reason that World War Two was even started?"
"Only because he turned Germany back into a functioning country after those bongs and frogs decided to run them into the ground."
>this is where the conversation shifts again
>"So you don't like the Brits either?"
>you think about this
>they were handed Brexit on a silver platter
>they never got around to it, as far as you can remember
>Nigel should've ran for PM
>he never did
"They're okay, but they're certainly not my favorite country."
>Spike perks up a bit hearing this and starts to say something, but stops
>"Have you seen the most recent season yet? I don't want to spoil anything for you by accident."
>you can't be spoiled about your own world's events, let's hear it!
"Yeah, shoot."
>"Britain just sucks now, they still haven't used Brexit yet and they're pretty much giving in to all the muslims. It's almost like the writers don't remember all the stuff they wrote about pre-World War One and just decided to make them into a bunch of inbred islanders with nothing to show for it."
>if only he knew how right he was
"I completely agree! Something needs to happen soon with North Korea too, I'm getting tired of waiting for that ark to finish."
>and so you two continued like this, Spike talking about one of his favorite fictional universes and you discussing the happenings of home, all the way back to the castle
>Spike gives you the bag and you take it and Hitler over to the counter to pay
>a nice looking unicorn is running the counter, she must be the owner
>she sees you approaching and stops doing whatever she was doing
>"Can I help you?"
"Hi, I'd like to buy this please."
>you put the Hitler on the counter with the bits
>she seems a little surprised that you chose a human too, but she doesn't say anything
>oh well, your days of spaghetti-ing over buying merchandise has hardened you to events like this
>"Alright, that'll be 20 bits…"
>she opens the bag and takes out 20 of them
>"… And here you go! Enjoy the rest of your day."
"Thanks, you too."
>you pick the bag and now your Hitler back up and go back over to Spike
>he seems to have made a decision on the gray and blonde pegasus
>not terrible, but you've still got better taste
"Here's the bits back, I think we're gonna have some left over."
>you throw him the bag and he catches it
>"Cool. I don't want to spend the rest right away though, just in case we need it for something."
>if we really needed to save that for something, then you probably shouldn't have blown it on toys
>oh well, that's a problem for later (if it even becomes a problem)
>Spike goes off and purchases his choice, and you two leave the store with still a decent amount of cash, much to your surprise
>you two at first walk in relative silence, but then Spike decides to break it
>"Did you really have to choose Hitler? Out of all the humans, did it really have to be Hitler?"
>is this little shit doing what you think he's doing?
>he's not going to insult Humanity's Champion on your watch!
"I'll have you know that Hitler did nothing wrong!"
>"Are you kidding? He was a complete meme built specifically to pander to ponies, and he didn't even survive the World War Two ark unless you believe that fan theory that he fled to Argentina."
>oh, he is gonna get it now!
>you call upon your vast reserves of autism and every waking moment you spent on /mlpol/ to channel your inner nazi
>you then try to stand up on both your hind legs and do as close to a proper roman salute as you can
>you don't fall over in the process, so that's good
>after you finish, he takes a couple seconds to process what you just did
>"Woah, that's some dedication. If only you had put all that time and effort into liking a better character, I might actually be impressed."
>okay, now you're starting to feel a bit personally insulted
"Alright then, tell me who you think is better."
>"Personally, I think Trump is better. Putin's a close second, though."
>Putin isn't bad, but Trump is meh tier at best!
"Trump? Why Trump? He isn't even as good of a leader as Hitler was. He constantly tried to compromise with the other side who just didn't let any of it happen, when he would've been much better off just doing what the people who liked him wanted. I can agree with Putin though, he's pretty cool."
>is this just going to turn into political shitposting?
>yes it is, judging by Spike's reply
>"Hitler still managed to lose World War Two with everything he had, how is he a good leader?"
"Did you forget that he was fighting the rest of the developed world? I'd like to see Trump's America last even a year trying to do that."
>"Wasn't he the entire reason that World War Two was even started?"
"Only because he turned Germany back into a functioning country after those bongs and frogs decided to run them into the ground."
>this is where the conversation shifts again
>"So you don't like the Brits either?"
>you think about this
>they were handed Brexit on a silver platter
>they never got around to it, as far as you can remember
>Nigel should've ran for PM
>he never did
"They're okay, but they're certainly not my favorite country."
>Spike perks up a bit hearing this and starts to say something, but stops
>"Have you seen the most recent season yet? I don't want to spoil anything for you by accident."
>you can't be spoiled about your own world's events, let's hear it!
"Yeah, shoot."
>"Britain just sucks now, they still haven't used Brexit yet and they're pretty much giving in to all the muslims. It's almost like the writers don't remember all the stuff they wrote about pre-World War One and just decided to make them into a bunch of inbred islanders with nothing to show for it."
>if only he knew how right he was
"I completely agree! Something needs to happen soon with North Korea too, I'm getting tired of waiting for that ark to finish."
>and so you two continued like this, Spike talking about one of his favorite fictional universes and you discussing the happenings of home, all the way back to the castle
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>>118918
I just save the images as I find them. Sometimes better filly images only come out until after I do so, and I don't notice them.
Still, thanks for the better filly.
I just save the images as I find them. Sometimes better filly images only come out until after I do so, and I don't notice them.
Still, thanks for the better filly.
>>118867
Eh, I'd have her think negatively of it. It's the kind of thing city folk do because they can't stand to see their youngins intermingling with the commoners.
Eh, I'd have her think negatively of it. It's the kind of thing city folk do because they can't stand to see their youngins intermingling with the commoners.
>>118856
keep in mind that we can't see as much of left filly's scrunch from that perspective though
I personally hope the scrunch-off ends in a tie
keep in mind that we can't see as much of left filly's scrunch from that perspective though
I personally hope the scrunch-off ends in a tie
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>>118841
It's fairly okay, but perhaps you should redo it a bit
The filly on the left baring her teeth makes it less of a scrunch, which detracts from the effect of the image as a whole
It's fairly okay, but perhaps you should redo it a bit
The filly on the left baring her teeth makes it less of a scrunch, which detracts from the effect of the image as a whole
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>>118515
>>118517
>>118539
>>118541
I am glad you all enjoyed it. I am considering doing more as a slice of life sort of thing. The only real consideration is that there are so many things that need to be fixed in my green. Not George Lucas fixed, but simple shit like grammar and sentence structure. The fact I posted it in the state it is makes me want to throw my self out of a window in rage.
>>118517
>>118539
>>118541
I am glad you all enjoyed it. I am considering doing more as a slice of life sort of thing. The only real consideration is that there are so many things that need to be fixed in my green. Not George Lucas fixed, but simple shit like grammar and sentence structure. The fact I posted it in the state it is makes me want to throw my self out of a window in rage.
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>>118985
Well I'm definitely looking forward for more.
Try not to worry too much about polishing it to perfection, we appreciate it regardless.
Well I'm definitely looking forward for more.
Try not to worry too much about polishing it to perfection, we appreciate it regardless.
You scan the table around you to get a good idea of what ponies are around. As Bright Mac walks into the room and sits down, it seems as though the Apples have a full house. Sitting next to you is Granny Smith, and across from you are Applejack and Big Mac. Bright Mac and Buttercup in turn, sit across from one another. You're not sure why that is. Maybe Granny Smith can't stand to see them getting all affectionate next to each other. Maybe it's so they can both seem share the appearance of authority, by both sitting at the head of the table…
Or maybe both of your assumptions were wrong, because it seems throughout the entire meal, they take every opportunity to gaze into each other's eyes. Knowing how old Applejack and Big Mac must be, it seems rather sweet that their parents still seem to be in an eternal sort of honeymoon stage of their relationship this far into their marriage. No wonder Bright Mac hanged himself in your vision. Anyone who was that head over heels for a mare for that long probably couldn't stand to be without her. Maybe it's for the better that they both work on a farm… together… where they won't have to wonder how the other is doing for 8 hours a day while they're at work. Or maybe that's what's caused them not to end the honeymoon stage. Weird.
But enough philosophizing. You've been spending the past 5 minutes chewing on the same apple fritter and staring off into the table, not saying a thing. This meal needs conversation! Action! Immediately, you locate the old green mare next to you and gently boop her nose with your hoof.
This earns you a grumble from her. Thinking quick, you put on your sweetest filly voice to placate her.
"You are under-appreciated, you know that?"
She smiles. You're not sure if you've ever seen her smile, even in the show.
<<"Well, maybe ye are a psychic, little filly. Yer certainly at least perceptive."
Or maybe both of your assumptions were wrong, because it seems throughout the entire meal, they take every opportunity to gaze into each other's eyes. Knowing how old Applejack and Big Mac must be, it seems rather sweet that their parents still seem to be in an eternal sort of honeymoon stage of their relationship this far into their marriage. No wonder Bright Mac hanged himself in your vision. Anyone who was that head over heels for a mare for that long probably couldn't stand to be without her. Maybe it's for the better that they both work on a farm… together… where they won't have to wonder how the other is doing for 8 hours a day while they're at work. Or maybe that's what's caused them not to end the honeymoon stage. Weird.
But enough philosophizing. You've been spending the past 5 minutes chewing on the same apple fritter and staring off into the table, not saying a thing. This meal needs conversation! Action! Immediately, you locate the old green mare next to you and gently boop her nose with your hoof.
This earns you a grumble from her. Thinking quick, you put on your sweetest filly voice to placate her.
"You are under-appreciated, you know that?"
She smiles. You're not sure if you've ever seen her smile, even in the show.
<<"Well, maybe ye are a psychic, little filly. Yer certainly at least perceptive."
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Again, no need for input, but I have to head to class, and I'm trying to think of what direction I want to send this in.
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i want to routinely bathe my filly in affection. i want to hug her tight and hold her close, so that she'll never remember a time she ever felt unloved. i want to get used to her scent, to the point where just being around her will calm me down. i want to share my meals, my secrets, and all my time with her. i want to make her feel important and wanted. i want to care for her, and make sure that she grows up to be a healthy, happy little faget, even if she decides to leave me to live her own life
i want a little anonfilly already, why's earth gotta be so cruel?
i want a little anonfilly already, why's earth gotta be so cruel?
Has anyone ever listened to a song that has a female singer in it and imagined that it was Anonfilly/you as Anonfilly singing the female lyrics?
Just started listening to Amaranthe, and they're just so damn nice.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfQtJuf9Gjo&list=PLx0u2Yj2r4rAFJdOz-ZGzYFLkVQ0jFSnA&index=2
I just can't help but imagining Anonfilly singing when the chick is singing, man.
Just started listening to Amaranthe, and they're just so damn nice.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfQtJuf9Gjo&list=PLx0u2Yj2r4rAFJdOz-ZGzYFLkVQ0jFSnA&index=2
I just can't help but imagining Anonfilly singing when the chick is singing, man.
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>>119021
well i listen to a few songs and imagine that, but not really because there's a grill in it
i kinda just think of like, a filly clone of myself singing along, because we both already know the lyrics to it
>all these songs, but nothing with filly singing
why
well i listen to a few songs and imagine that, but not really because there's a grill in it
i kinda just think of like, a filly clone of myself singing along, because we both already know the lyrics to it
>all these songs, but nothing with filly singing
why
>>119020
Fucking this. I want only one thing. Is love just a fabrication? Have we been fooled? This thing we want– does it even exist? I don't know. I'm awful lost.
Fucking this. I want only one thing. Is love just a fabrication? Have we been fooled? This thing we want– does it even exist? I don't know. I'm awful lost.
>>119023
damn it, i am retard, music on the mind, meant all these pics, but no singing filly
but for taking the extra post, here's the song i've done that most with, for no particular reason. just an old favorite.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTAud5O7Qqk
damn it, i am retard, music on the mind, meant all these pics, but no singing filly
but for taking the extra post, here's the song i've done that most with, for no particular reason. just an old favorite.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTAud5O7Qqk
>>119020
I think we all just want a wife and daughter to take care of. Problem is women have almost stopped being worth it, and so we see in fictional characters what we once saw in women.
I think we all just want a wife and daughter to take care of. Problem is women have almost stopped being worth it, and so we see in fictional characters what we once saw in women.
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man, i've actually gotten to the point where just imagining something happen to my plush makes me tear up, the hell is wrong with me?
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>>119102
i suppose that's true, it just really shocks me, is all. that only happens when i think of family in some horrible accident, and now i'm crushed thinking about the same for a plush filly
i suppose that's true, it just really shocks me, is all. that only happens when i think of family in some horrible accident, and now i'm crushed thinking about the same for a plush filly
>>119100
>>119103
Bad things will not happen to your plush if you take good care of it. Worst that can happen is it'll get dirty from frequent cuddles. In this case, any detergent that does not use fabric softener will be sufficient to clean it. To avoid losing it or having it stolen, keep it at home on your bed, and do not take it with you on trips.
>>119103
Bad things will not happen to your plush if you take good care of it. Worst that can happen is it'll get dirty from frequent cuddles. In this case, any detergent that does not use fabric softener will be sufficient to clean it. To avoid losing it or having it stolen, keep it at home on your bed, and do not take it with you on trips.
>>119104
well of course, that's common sense. i'd rather her be comfy under the blankets than have a chance of her being taken- even though she'd never leave my sights or my arms if taken anywhere outside. i already brush her mane routinely and have pics saved for cleaning. it's just the worries. even the thought of her being squeezed too much upsets me
and before my passing, i hope to send her to a good home with one of you anons
well of course, that's common sense. i'd rather her be comfy under the blankets than have a chance of her being taken- even though she'd never leave my sights or my arms if taken anywhere outside. i already brush her mane routinely and have pics saved for cleaning. it's just the worries. even the thought of her being squeezed too much upsets me
and before my passing, i hope to send her to a good home with one of you anons
>>119108
>the thought of her being squeezed too much
So… you're not likely to be able to squeeze her so hard that she explodes into a big pile of fluff or anything. The worst that could happen would be that a seem would come loose. In which case… you should probably learn how to sew. It's not that hard to repair a small amount of damage.
>the thought of her being squeezed too much
So… you're not likely to be able to squeeze her so hard that she explodes into a big pile of fluff or anything. The worst that could happen would be that a seem would come loose. In which case… you should probably learn how to sew. It's not that hard to repair a small amount of damage.
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Well, I feel like I'm kind of a bad person for not calling you out as a dumb faggot who needs to get his shit together, but that is kind of sweet. Even if you are a dumb homo. Hold onto your little pony and love her well. One day you'll feel like taking the leap into the outside world and meeting some dirty 3dpd nohooves. Until then, keep her close. Might do you some good too, to build in you a desire to share that kind of love with another person.
I might well do the same thing, honestly. I just about fell in love with a pony plush once. Must have been half a decade ago now, when I was still underage b&. Just a shitty store-bought Ponko. Not even my waifu. But man, did I love that thing. I guess that was the first time I ever felt like I really shared my bed at night. Cuddled the fuck out of that, looked forward to bed every day, all that. Cringe. Then Valentine's Day happened. That period of my life would have been right around the time I started stealing my parents liquor, so I determined to get smashed that night. I got way too fucked up. I didn't know what I was doing, you know? Too inexperienced. Drank too much, retreated into my room, passed out, and puked all over fucking everything, including my plush. Course, I don't remember any of that. I just know that my parents had to come home from their date and then I remember them sitting my dumb ass in the tub to wash all the vomit off of me while they tried to get me to drink something and did a little bit of initial cleaning. The next day, when I had my wits about me again, they informed me of the damage. My plush was trashed. They also told me she had a big hole cut in her crotch when they found her.
I might well do the same thing, honestly. I just about fell in love with a pony plush once. Must have been half a decade ago now, when I was still underage b&. Just a shitty store-bought Ponko. Not even my waifu. But man, did I love that thing. I guess that was the first time I ever felt like I really shared my bed at night. Cuddled the fuck out of that, looked forward to bed every day, all that. Cringe. Then Valentine's Day happened. That period of my life would have been right around the time I started stealing my parents liquor, so I determined to get smashed that night. I got way too fucked up. I didn't know what I was doing, you know? Too inexperienced. Drank too much, retreated into my room, passed out, and puked all over fucking everything, including my plush. Course, I don't remember any of that. I just know that my parents had to come home from their date and then I remember them sitting my dumb ass in the tub to wash all the vomit off of me while they tried to get me to drink something and did a little bit of initial cleaning. The next day, when I had my wits about me again, they informed me of the damage. My plush was trashed. They also told me she had a big hole cut in her crotch when they found her.
>>119117
>spoiler
fucking rip, man. I hope your parents didn't lose every ounce of respect for you that they still had.
>spoiler
fucking rip, man. I hope your parents didn't lose every ounce of respect for you that they still had.
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>>119117
damn, sorry to hear about your ponk. that's why i don't really drink though, and my rainbow dash is my cum-dump
>One day you'll feel like taking the leap into the outside world and meeting some dirty 3dpd nohooves.
you paint me as an underage, mate. i've been on the ride for 6 years, and 3dpd is nowhere near a concern to me. i know i don't have any funs and live with the family, but that's just because i'm a NEET ass.
i will admit that i AM a dumb faggot who needs to get his shit together though, but i don't plan on staying here much longer
damn, sorry to hear about your ponk. that's why i don't really drink though, and my rainbow dash is my cum-dump
>One day you'll feel like taking the leap into the outside world and meeting some dirty 3dpd nohooves.
you paint me as an underage, mate. i've been on the ride for 6 years, and 3dpd is nowhere near a concern to me. i know i don't have any funs and live with the family, but that's just because i'm a NEET ass.
i will admit that i AM a dumb faggot who needs to get his shit together though, but i don't plan on staying here much longer
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>>119120
I didn't mean to say anything about your age. Hell, you don't know me! Maybe I just decided that I was tired of being alone? Maybe I'm just getting started down the road to normiedom myself? It's never too late, believe it or not.
>>119128
There's a learning curve, to be sure. I can handle my drink now. Who knows how much damage it's done to me in those years, but at least I'm not a fucking druggie.
I didn't mean to say anything about your age. Hell, you don't know me! Maybe I just decided that I was tired of being alone? Maybe I'm just getting started down the road to normiedom myself? It's never too late, believe it or not.
>>119128
There's a learning curve, to be sure. I can handle my drink now. Who knows how much damage it's done to me in those years, but at least I'm not a fucking druggie.
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>>119152
Post sex cuddles. Sweaty, happy filly being held and caressed by her lover, the two basking in each other's presence as his seed takes root in her little tummy.
Or something else I guess. I-t's not like I want it or anything, faggot.
Post sex cuddles. Sweaty, happy filly being held and caressed by her lover, the two basking in each other's presence as his seed takes root in her little tummy.
Or something else I guess. I-t's not like I want it or anything, faggot.
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>>119209
what a good smug little filly. everything has gone according to her plan. gj with those details, they really make the image
what a good smug little filly. everything has gone according to her plan. gj with those details, they really make the image
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>>119209
hahahaha I didn't realize you actually posted it. makes this whole thing even better. and then, as predicted, they actually did steal our content.
hahahaha I didn't realize you actually posted it. makes this whole thing even better. and then, as predicted, they actually did steal our content.
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>>119001
"Well, you know, I try to say what needs to be said when it needs to be said. Not sure how much of that comes from my special talent though."
The old mare breathes a deep sigh.
<<"Yer gonna grow up well kiddo. Have you got an idea of what you want to be when you get older?"
"Not a clue, actually."
<<"Well, I suppose yer young anyways."
She takes a long sip of a cup of hot apple cider. The table is still pretty quiet. Off in the distance, you can hear what you think might be Twilight's voice, but you're not sure.
Will you stay for longer, or run off to see what's up?
"Well, you know, I try to say what needs to be said when it needs to be said. Not sure how much of that comes from my special talent though."
The old mare breathes a deep sigh.
<<"Yer gonna grow up well kiddo. Have you got an idea of what you want to be when you get older?"
"Not a clue, actually."
<<"Well, I suppose yer young anyways."
She takes a long sip of a cup of hot apple cider. The table is still pretty quiet. Off in the distance, you can hear what you think might be Twilight's voice, but you're not sure.
Will you stay for longer, or run off to see what's up?
New update for your scrutiny and enjoyment, this time featuring more politics!
>when you get back, you go back up to your room and place your Hitler next to your Aryanne
>at least now you have someone else to play card games with, now
>as you're about to head back downstairs to find Spike again, you decide to check the time
>it's only 4:02
>you've still got time to kill
>time to see if there's anything else Spike wants to do
>as you go back down to look for him, you meet up with him in the hall
>lucky you!
>"Hey Anon, I just got a letter from Twilight. I figured you'd want to see what's in it as well."
>a letter?
>for you?
>well, for both of you
>but still, it's a start!
"Sure, let's open it!"
>Spike leads you back to the library to open it
>when you get there, Spike chooses a comfy looking chair and you sit in the one next to it
"How much do you want to bet that she's worried about something?"
>Spike cracks a smile at this
>"Twilight's always worried, it's just that it's not always something she can do anything about."
"She must do a pretty good job of hiding it, then."
>a look you don't immediately recognize crosses Spike's face long enough for it to register in your head
>"Believe me, you don't want to be around when she can't hide it anymore."
>oh, that look was PTSD
>probably from the events of Lesson Zero
>the only early episode you didn't watch because you just couldn't handle the spaghetti
"Alright, let's open it. I don't think she'd like to be kept waiting."
>Spike peels open the letter and holds it between you two
>"Dear Spike and Anonymous,
>Pinkie and I are doing alright here in Las Pegasus, and we've done what we needed to do. I should be back by tomorrow evening, if nothing unexpected comes up. I hope you two are doing alright, and I bought a souvenir for you both! Spike, I hope you're going to have that list complete when I get back, and you better have done your homework, Anon. See you tomorrow!
>Miss you, Twilight"
>you haven't even had homework to do, and Spike already got his list done
>looks like you two are in the clear for more shenanigans!
"I figured she was going to remind us about something, but it's a reminder that neither of us needs."
>"It's something she does, she just wants to make sure that we're not doing something stupid that could blow up the castle, or something."
>you laugh a bit at that
"How would we even blow up the castle, all the chemistry stuff is locked in her lab."
>Spike smirks a bit, which is when you remember that those concentrated spells are still just sitting there in that cabinet
>no way you're touching those though, Twilight probably has those under so much security in that cabinet if there's stuff that world-breaking just sitting there
>yeah, doing that would probably be the end of you staying here and getting a free ride home
>but back to the situation at hand!
"So, we've still got more time to kill before we should eat dinner. Anything you want to do?"
>Spike gets up and walks over to the door
>"Now that I know you're a fan of Humans, wanna go and check out the latest one?"
>a free news update in the form of a nice story?
>that sounds pretty cool, you definitely want in on that!
>but wait, do TVs even exist here?
>oh well, you've probably missed a lot of important business back home
"Sure, lemme see it!"
>you two head down to Spike's room, which is when you realize that it's not a TV show
>it's one of those magical comic books
>even better, you get to see it in person!
>Spike pulls a new-looking book off of his stack and shows you the cover
>"Humanity, F*** Yeah!"
>Issue No. 316
>"Cold War at the Winter Olympics"
>the cover image is of the Pyongyang skyline, with Trump and Kim Jong Un staring each other down from opposite sides
>oh boy, this makes even the Olympics look interesting!
>"This one's a bit of a filler issue since the writer likes drawing out these important arks and everything in them, but it's still pretty good for delivering more exposition."
>you still can't get over the cover art, it looks almost like some photoshop genius put this together
"Well, what are we waiting for? Open it up!"
>"Just in case, you do know how these magic comic books work, right? We aren't getting back out until we finish the story."
>that's fine with you, it's probably as close to home as you're getting for a while
"Got it. Let's go!"
>when you get back, you go back up to your room and place your Hitler next to your Aryanne
>at least now you have someone else to play card games with, now
>as you're about to head back downstairs to find Spike again, you decide to check the time
>it's only 4:02
>you've still got time to kill
>time to see if there's anything else Spike wants to do
>as you go back down to look for him, you meet up with him in the hall
>lucky you!
>"Hey Anon, I just got a letter from Twilight. I figured you'd want to see what's in it as well."
>a letter?
>for you?
>well, for both of you
>but still, it's a start!
"Sure, let's open it!"
>Spike leads you back to the library to open it
>when you get there, Spike chooses a comfy looking chair and you sit in the one next to it
"How much do you want to bet that she's worried about something?"
>Spike cracks a smile at this
>"Twilight's always worried, it's just that it's not always something she can do anything about."
"She must do a pretty good job of hiding it, then."
>a look you don't immediately recognize crosses Spike's face long enough for it to register in your head
>"Believe me, you don't want to be around when she can't hide it anymore."
>oh, that look was PTSD
>probably from the events of Lesson Zero
>the only early episode you didn't watch because you just couldn't handle the spaghetti
"Alright, let's open it. I don't think she'd like to be kept waiting."
>Spike peels open the letter and holds it between you two
>"Dear Spike and Anonymous,
>Pinkie and I are doing alright here in Las Pegasus, and we've done what we needed to do. I should be back by tomorrow evening, if nothing unexpected comes up. I hope you two are doing alright, and I bought a souvenir for you both! Spike, I hope you're going to have that list complete when I get back, and you better have done your homework, Anon. See you tomorrow!
>Miss you, Twilight"
>you haven't even had homework to do, and Spike already got his list done
>looks like you two are in the clear for more shenanigans!
"I figured she was going to remind us about something, but it's a reminder that neither of us needs."
>"It's something she does, she just wants to make sure that we're not doing something stupid that could blow up the castle, or something."
>you laugh a bit at that
"How would we even blow up the castle, all the chemistry stuff is locked in her lab."
>Spike smirks a bit, which is when you remember that those concentrated spells are still just sitting there in that cabinet
>no way you're touching those though, Twilight probably has those under so much security in that cabinet if there's stuff that world-breaking just sitting there
>yeah, doing that would probably be the end of you staying here and getting a free ride home
>but back to the situation at hand!
"So, we've still got more time to kill before we should eat dinner. Anything you want to do?"
>Spike gets up and walks over to the door
>"Now that I know you're a fan of Humans, wanna go and check out the latest one?"
>a free news update in the form of a nice story?
>that sounds pretty cool, you definitely want in on that!
>but wait, do TVs even exist here?
>oh well, you've probably missed a lot of important business back home
"Sure, lemme see it!"
>you two head down to Spike's room, which is when you realize that it's not a TV show
>it's one of those magical comic books
>even better, you get to see it in person!
>Spike pulls a new-looking book off of his stack and shows you the cover
>"Humanity, F*** Yeah!"
>Issue No. 316
>"Cold War at the Winter Olympics"
>the cover image is of the Pyongyang skyline, with Trump and Kim Jong Un staring each other down from opposite sides
>oh boy, this makes even the Olympics look interesting!
>"This one's a bit of a filler issue since the writer likes drawing out these important arks and everything in them, but it's still pretty good for delivering more exposition."
>you still can't get over the cover art, it looks almost like some photoshop genius put this together
"Well, what are we waiting for? Open it up!"
>"Just in case, you do know how these magic comic books work, right? We aren't getting back out until we finish the story."
>that's fine with you, it's probably as close to home as you're getting for a while
"Got it. Let's go!"
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>>119233
If it really is Twilight, finish eating quick and make an excuse to leave. The family is probably worried about you.
>>119233
If it really is Twilight, finish eating quick and make an excuse to leave. The family is probably worried about you.
>>119234
>Spike opens the book and places it on his bed as you two are brought into the story
>as soon as it's done, you find yourself standing outside a massive arena, with Spike nearby
>this must be North Korea!
>but neither of you have gotten any costumes or have turned into humans, so this must be more of a spectator story
>as you look around more, you see a huge amount of people filtering into the stadium
"Should we follow them?"
>Spike makes his way over to you through a gap in the crowd
>"I'm pretty sure that's what we're supposed to do."
>you two get inside the building simple enough, it's kind of lax security for what you expected in NK
>then again, no one seems to notice you two
>when you both make it in, you get a good sense of just how many people are here
>the stands are already pretty filled up, and you notice that the tide from the entrance isn't slowing down
>you scan the stands for anything plot-relevant, and eventually manage to spot Donald Trump and Kim Jong Un seated fairly close together
"Spike, over there!"
>you point them out to him and start moving in their direction
>"Nice job finding them, but wanna explore a bit? They love leaving easter eggs and teasers around."
>nah, somehow that cheapens the news aspect of it in your mind
"I like seeing the story as it happens, getting spoilers just doesn't seem right to me."
>"Suit yourself, there's some pretty cool stuff that they've left. They even put an alien ship in New Mexico, once. We still haven't figured out when that'll come into play!"
>huh, guess Ayylmaos really are a thing
>you continue through the stands to where Trump and Kim are, and find two empty seats placed conveniently there
>you take the one closer to Trump while Spike takes the one closer to Kim
>as the event starts (it looks like it's ice skating), you immediately hear Trump's voice
>he's not moving though, so it must be his thoughts
>"I'm surprised South Korea put up with North Korea for long enough to organize all this, is a peaceful solution really possible?"
>"As long as Rocket Boy over there can be persuaded to step down, maybe I won't have to show him what a loser he is."
>Trump then goes silent and you hear a new voice, this time with an unmistakably Korean accent
>"[Stupid orange demon, he doesn't realize at all that this is just a ploy! As soon as the Olympics are over, you're one step closer to being safely under my boot!]"
>that's definitely Kim
>"[We've already done enough testing, and we're ready to launch enough missiles to cripple your closest allies. Seoul is rightfully mine, and Japan isn't going to stop me either!]"
>the internal monologues continue back and forth like this for some time, until the event ends
>Trump and Kim exchange a "friendly" goodbye and start heading out of the stadium
>you two probably need to choose one to follow right about now
"Alright Spike, who do we follow?"
>"It usually doesn't matter in a situation like this, every other time this has happened it's shown both sides somehow. Either way, let's follow Trump."
>you two get up and follow Trump, who meets up with Mike Pence along the way
>"Hey Donald, how did you enjoy the event?"
>"I didn't really pay attention, I had other things to think about."
>"Still can't figure out why Kim allowed this to happen? I'm telling you, it's a media ploy. He wants to make himself look good."
>"No, it's not that. What if he's actually trying to de-escalate the situation? It's a long shot, believe me, but what if?"
>"Don, come on. We both know that Kim's ego is too big for that, he's not going to stop until we stop him or the entire world does. Let's discuss this more at the hotel, I wouldn't put it past these people to tell the police about our conversation."
>they step into an obviously government car and you two have just enough time to get in yourselves
>it's an awkward fit with you two in the same seat, but it's bearable
>you just wish Spike's tail wasn't digging into your leg
>the car ride doesn't last very long, and you two are soon following Trump and Pence into a very nice looking hotel
>you all get into an elevator and head up to the top floor
>when you get there, Trump pulls out a key and opens a door nearby
>this must be his room
>all of you go inside and Pence takes a seat at a nearby table
>Meanwhile, Trump goes over to his suitcase and pulls out a bottle of expensive looking bourbon and two glasses
>"I just don't get it, Kim hates us. He hates everything we stand for! Why did he put all that down for this? It seems like he just wants his population to figure out how much of a loser he is!"
>"I don't get it either, but it's up to us to prove that we aren't above this. We're representing all of America here, so we have to show that we can play nice whether he's up to something or not."
>Spike opens the book and places it on his bed as you two are brought into the story
>as soon as it's done, you find yourself standing outside a massive arena, with Spike nearby
>this must be North Korea!
>but neither of you have gotten any costumes or have turned into humans, so this must be more of a spectator story
>as you look around more, you see a huge amount of people filtering into the stadium
"Should we follow them?"
>Spike makes his way over to you through a gap in the crowd
>"I'm pretty sure that's what we're supposed to do."
>you two get inside the building simple enough, it's kind of lax security for what you expected in NK
>then again, no one seems to notice you two
>when you both make it in, you get a good sense of just how many people are here
>the stands are already pretty filled up, and you notice that the tide from the entrance isn't slowing down
>you scan the stands for anything plot-relevant, and eventually manage to spot Donald Trump and Kim Jong Un seated fairly close together
"Spike, over there!"
>you point them out to him and start moving in their direction
>"Nice job finding them, but wanna explore a bit? They love leaving easter eggs and teasers around."
>nah, somehow that cheapens the news aspect of it in your mind
"I like seeing the story as it happens, getting spoilers just doesn't seem right to me."
>"Suit yourself, there's some pretty cool stuff that they've left. They even put an alien ship in New Mexico, once. We still haven't figured out when that'll come into play!"
>huh, guess Ayylmaos really are a thing
>you continue through the stands to where Trump and Kim are, and find two empty seats placed conveniently there
>you take the one closer to Trump while Spike takes the one closer to Kim
>as the event starts (it looks like it's ice skating), you immediately hear Trump's voice
>he's not moving though, so it must be his thoughts
>"I'm surprised South Korea put up with North Korea for long enough to organize all this, is a peaceful solution really possible?"
>"As long as Rocket Boy over there can be persuaded to step down, maybe I won't have to show him what a loser he is."
>Trump then goes silent and you hear a new voice, this time with an unmistakably Korean accent
>"[Stupid orange demon, he doesn't realize at all that this is just a ploy! As soon as the Olympics are over, you're one step closer to being safely under my boot!]"
>that's definitely Kim
>"[We've already done enough testing, and we're ready to launch enough missiles to cripple your closest allies. Seoul is rightfully mine, and Japan isn't going to stop me either!]"
>the internal monologues continue back and forth like this for some time, until the event ends
>Trump and Kim exchange a "friendly" goodbye and start heading out of the stadium
>you two probably need to choose one to follow right about now
"Alright Spike, who do we follow?"
>"It usually doesn't matter in a situation like this, every other time this has happened it's shown both sides somehow. Either way, let's follow Trump."
>you two get up and follow Trump, who meets up with Mike Pence along the way
>"Hey Donald, how did you enjoy the event?"
>"I didn't really pay attention, I had other things to think about."
>"Still can't figure out why Kim allowed this to happen? I'm telling you, it's a media ploy. He wants to make himself look good."
>"No, it's not that. What if he's actually trying to de-escalate the situation? It's a long shot, believe me, but what if?"
>"Don, come on. We both know that Kim's ego is too big for that, he's not going to stop until we stop him or the entire world does. Let's discuss this more at the hotel, I wouldn't put it past these people to tell the police about our conversation."
>they step into an obviously government car and you two have just enough time to get in yourselves
>it's an awkward fit with you two in the same seat, but it's bearable
>you just wish Spike's tail wasn't digging into your leg
>the car ride doesn't last very long, and you two are soon following Trump and Pence into a very nice looking hotel
>you all get into an elevator and head up to the top floor
>when you get there, Trump pulls out a key and opens a door nearby
>this must be his room
>all of you go inside and Pence takes a seat at a nearby table
>Meanwhile, Trump goes over to his suitcase and pulls out a bottle of expensive looking bourbon and two glasses
>"I just don't get it, Kim hates us. He hates everything we stand for! Why did he put all that down for this? It seems like he just wants his population to figure out how much of a loser he is!"
>"I don't get it either, but it's up to us to prove that we aren't above this. We're representing all of America here, so we have to show that we can play nice whether he's up to something or not."
>>119236
>Trump pours them both some booze and puts the bottle away, sitting down across from Pence
>he drinks all of his at once in one swift motion
>"I just hope we don't end up regretting this."
>"We won't, that I can guarantee. God willing, everything's going to turn out just fine."
>Pence finishes his own drink and leaves for his own room, leaving you two with Trump
>"I hope you're right, Mike. I wouldn't hold anything back if that little bastard so much as touched my country."
>this isn't as much news as you expected, it's almost a drama
>it's entertaining though, that's for sure
>politics never seemed so much like a dramatic subject
>you look over to Spike, now that this scene seems to be over
"What now?"
>"Hold on, it'll probably bring us to the next part."
>sure enough, the location changes to an imposing room full of North Korean military officials with Kim Jong Un sitting at the head of a long table
>"[Gentlemen, how are the preparations going?]"
>one of the older looking men speaks up first
>"[Everything is going smoothly, we nearly have enough Uranium stockpiled to double our arsenal.]"
>Kim leans back, smiling
>"[Perfect, those filthy capitalists won't know what hit them until they see the mushroom cloud!]"
>he then goes into some stereotypical villain laugh, with every official around the room clapping or laughing with him
>the scene fades to black, and when you can see again, you're back in Spike's room
>"How'd you like it?"
>you're more than a bit worried about that last bit, but he can't know about your connection to Earth
"It was pretty good, at least it held my attention better than other filler parts that I've seen."
>this is when your stomach lets out a massive growl
>you must be pretty hungry for it to be that loud, holy shit!
>"Dude, I heard that from here! Let's go get dinner started, I'm pretty hungry too."
>and you follow Spike back up the stairs to get dinner
>Trump pours them both some booze and puts the bottle away, sitting down across from Pence
>he drinks all of his at once in one swift motion
>"I just hope we don't end up regretting this."
>"We won't, that I can guarantee. God willing, everything's going to turn out just fine."
>Pence finishes his own drink and leaves for his own room, leaving you two with Trump
>"I hope you're right, Mike. I wouldn't hold anything back if that little bastard so much as touched my country."
>this isn't as much news as you expected, it's almost a drama
>it's entertaining though, that's for sure
>politics never seemed so much like a dramatic subject
>you look over to Spike, now that this scene seems to be over
"What now?"
>"Hold on, it'll probably bring us to the next part."
>sure enough, the location changes to an imposing room full of North Korean military officials with Kim Jong Un sitting at the head of a long table
>"[Gentlemen, how are the preparations going?]"
>one of the older looking men speaks up first
>"[Everything is going smoothly, we nearly have enough Uranium stockpiled to double our arsenal.]"
>Kim leans back, smiling
>"[Perfect, those filthy capitalists won't know what hit them until they see the mushroom cloud!]"
>he then goes into some stereotypical villain laugh, with every official around the room clapping or laughing with him
>the scene fades to black, and when you can see again, you're back in Spike's room
>"How'd you like it?"
>you're more than a bit worried about that last bit, but he can't know about your connection to Earth
"It was pretty good, at least it held my attention better than other filler parts that I've seen."
>this is when your stomach lets out a massive growl
>you must be pretty hungry for it to be that loud, holy shit!
>"Dude, I heard that from here! Let's go get dinner started, I'm pretty hungry too."
>and you follow Spike back up the stairs to get dinner
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>>119233
Why lie? Why not just say we thought we heard our friend's voice and go to see if there's anything there? It's not right to just ignore someone if they are looking for you, but it's not like we have to make some excuse to run off just because we thought we heard something. Shouldn't that be excuse enough? "Hold on, I thought I heard something?" Don't even have to say we thought it was a freind's voice. Maybe we'll come off a little bit crazy if there is nothing there, but hey, maybe we are a little bit crazy. Shit, we already told Buttercup we saw her die, right?
[ 1d100 = 15 ]
Why lie? Why not just say we thought we heard our friend's voice and go to see if there's anything there? It's not right to just ignore someone if they are looking for you, but it's not like we have to make some excuse to run off just because we thought we heard something. Shouldn't that be excuse enough? "Hold on, I thought I heard something?" Don't even have to say we thought it was a freind's voice. Maybe we'll come off a little bit crazy if there is nothing there, but hey, maybe we are a little bit crazy. Shit, we already told Buttercup we saw her die, right?
[ 1d100 = 15 ]
>>119251
>lewd version when?
You know what, yea? I move that all pictures of filly, in which her genitalia would be visible, ought to have them included. I'm tired of inexplicably featureless crotches. I'm not even trying to get my rocks off here, it just triggers my autism ever so slightly whenever I see ponies without any junk. It's like you just decided not to draw the whole pony for some reason.
>tfw PPPP is kill
>lewd version when?
You know what, yea? I move that all pictures of filly, in which her genitalia would be visible, ought to have them included. I'm tired of inexplicably featureless crotches. I'm not even trying to get my rocks off here, it just triggers my autism ever so slightly whenever I see ponies without any junk. It's like you just decided not to draw the whole pony for some reason.
>tfw PPPP is kill
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>>119258
Fuck off. There is nothing "indecent" about "lewd" as we are discussing it in this context. It's just representing things as they are. You wanna cut David's dick off, too? Just because you have a perfectly natural urge to pound puss when you see it doesn't mean that puss is indecent. Control your urges, but don't fear them; don't be afraid to appreciate them and even embrace your nature.
Such censorship is for the sake of the untermensch who are little more than hyper-intelligent monkeys. Are you just a fucking monkey, Anon? Be a fucking man.
Fuck off. There is nothing "indecent" about "lewd" as we are discussing it in this context. It's just representing things as they are. You wanna cut David's dick off, too? Just because you have a perfectly natural urge to pound puss when you see it doesn't mean that puss is indecent. Control your urges, but don't fear them; don't be afraid to appreciate them and even embrace your nature.
Such censorship is for the sake of the untermensch who are little more than hyper-intelligent monkeys. Are you just a fucking monkey, Anon? Be a fucking man.
>>119262
Not wanting to randomly throw pussies on art where it's completely unnecessary is not censorship. Art does not need to be anatomically correct, especially since this is an underage subject. I have no desire to fuck the filly, but altering art away from its artistic vision just because you want it to be different is retarded. Demanding art change to what you think is acceptable and fighting off anyone who tries to protect it sounds a hell of a lot more like censorship.
Not wanting to randomly throw pussies on art where it's completely unnecessary is not censorship. Art does not need to be anatomically correct, especially since this is an underage subject. I have no desire to fuck the filly, but altering art away from its artistic vision just because you want it to be different is retarded. Demanding art change to what you think is acceptable and fighting off anyone who tries to protect it sounds a hell of a lot more like censorship.
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>>119264
>Demanding art change to what you think is acceptable and fighting off anyone who tries to protect it sounds a hell of a lot more like censorship.
He says while, also, demanding art to change to what he thinks is acceptable.
>Demanding art change to what you think is acceptable and fighting off anyone who tries to protect it sounds a hell of a lot more like censorship.
He says while, also, demanding art to change to what he thinks is acceptable.
>>119264
>I want thing because I think it's beautiful and holy (and thus ought not to be neglected)
>Stop the censorship, literally hitler!!!!!11
Alright, now you actually have triggered my autism. Fuck you and the filly you rode in on. Kys, you fucking Nigger-faggot kike-spic.
>I want thing because I think it's beautiful and holy (and thus ought not to be neglected)
>Stop the censorship, literally hitler!!!!!11
Alright, now you actually have triggered my autism. Fuck you and the filly you rode in on. Kys, you fucking Nigger-faggot kike-spic.
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You stuff another apple fritter in your mouth and listen closer. Was that Twilight?
>"Anoooooooon!"
Yes, it absolutely was. In your haste to get out and warn Buttercup, you had completely neglected to tell everypony in the house where you were going, or that you were going in the first place.
"So… I think I hear my sister calling for me. I probably should have told her I was heading out before."
Applejack smirks.
>"So you were saying you tend to say the right things at the right time?"
Oh damn her and her sarcasm.
"Hey, they were all asleep. I didn't want to wake anypony up."
>"Whatever you say, sugarcube."
"Hey, they're from Canterlot. They need their beauty sleep."
A few apples chuckle at that remark.
<"I think we'll understand if you need to leave the table early. It was nice having you over. And thank you for your umm… prophetic visions. I'll try to avoid trains in the near future. Although I can't say I had any plans to get on one anytime within the coming year."
"Well, you're welcome. And thanks for the meal."
>"Take care now. Hopefully I'll see you in class."
"Right…"
With all of your goodbyes taken care of, you head out and run back towards Ponyville. Twilight's voice gets louder as you approach. It seems like she's headed away from the farm though. Probably didn't know you were in the barn and went off to look somewhere else. You find her headed towards Sugarcube Corber.
"Twilight, I'm here!"
She turns around and runs to hug you.
>"I was looking all over for you, where were you? You just up and left."
>"Anoooooooon!"
Yes, it absolutely was. In your haste to get out and warn Buttercup, you had completely neglected to tell everypony in the house where you were going, or that you were going in the first place.
"So… I think I hear my sister calling for me. I probably should have told her I was heading out before."
Applejack smirks.
>"So you were saying you tend to say the right things at the right time?"
Oh damn her and her sarcasm.
"Hey, they were all asleep. I didn't want to wake anypony up."
>"Whatever you say, sugarcube."
"Hey, they're from Canterlot. They need their beauty sleep."
A few apples chuckle at that remark.
<"I think we'll understand if you need to leave the table early. It was nice having you over. And thank you for your umm… prophetic visions. I'll try to avoid trains in the near future. Although I can't say I had any plans to get on one anytime within the coming year."
"Well, you're welcome. And thanks for the meal."
>"Take care now. Hopefully I'll see you in class."
"Right…"
With all of your goodbyes taken care of, you head out and run back towards Ponyville. Twilight's voice gets louder as you approach. It seems like she's headed away from the farm though. Probably didn't know you were in the barn and went off to look somewhere else. You find her headed towards Sugarcube Corber.
"Twilight, I'm here!"
She turns around and runs to hug you.
>"I was looking all over for you, where were you? You just up and left."
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>>119285
>She turns around and runs to hug you.
How cute.
For the vote, tell her you had a bad dream and went on a walk. Nothing to worry about.
>>119285
>She turns around and runs to hug you.
How cute.
For the vote, tell her you had a bad dream and went on a walk. Nothing to worry about.
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>filly gets sacked from 4cc roster through a fucked up polling process that enrages fans
>massive drama storm ensues, causing the /mlp/ fanbase to become deeply fractured
>nothing is done to repair this before the cup
>first match of the cup is a 3-0 loss due to shitty teamwork with an own goal at the end
what the fuck did meme magic mean by this?
>massive drama storm ensues, causing the /mlp/ fanbase to become deeply fractured
>nothing is done to repair this before the cup
>first match of the cup is a 3-0 loss due to shitty teamwork with an own goal at the end
what the fuck did meme magic mean by this?
>>119357
The meme magic is telling us to look to the core concept mlp uses: friendship is magic. Without this core, they can’t utilize any form of magic to aid them, no matter the meme. At least, that’s how I read it.
The meme magic is telling us to look to the core concept mlp uses: friendship is magic. Without this core, they can’t utilize any form of magic to aid them, no matter the meme. At least, that’s how I read it.
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"I took a long walk. Had a bad dream, didn't feel like waking you up to talk about it, decided to check out Ponyville for a while. Was gonna come home soon enough."
>"A bad dream? Don't suppose it's one of your prophecies again, is it?"
"Maybe? It's probably going to be hard to tell from now on whether or not a given dream is some sort of premonition or whether or not I'm just dreaming."
>"Hmm… look for a clock, if you can. Or try to read anything. Text is almost never consistent in dreams."
"Only problem is my premonitions are also dreams, so that check won't work."
>"Dammit."
The two of you continue your conversation as you head back to the library, which doesn't take too long, given the small size of Ponyville. You avoid mentioning too much about the details of the dream, since you don't want her to worry too much for now. Instead, you focus more on "where the hell to go from here." You're not sure how often you're going to be getting these visions, and indeed, how often they're going to be coming in dreams, or just right off the top of your head like when you found Velvet. You're also not sure whether or not any of these visions are connected at all. Obviously, both the Velvet vision and your dream with the Element of Harmony were related to changelings in some way, but the train… that could have been caused by anything. It could have been sabotaged by changelings, or it could have just derailed going around a sharp turn. And it's not like you can visit it back again…
As you make it home, you find that most of the other ponies in the house are just waking up. Apparently Twilight, like you, just runs out of the house without informing anyone else. Indeed, this gets you a slight look of confusion from Cadance, drinking her morning coffee, seeing you both walk in through the front door.
<"I thought you too were in the basement?"
>"Well, you know what they say. Early to bed, early to rise, makes a pony healthy, wealthy, and wise… we were just taking a walk."
"What she said. Say, where'd you get the coffee?"
<"Oh, Shiny brought it for me. I think he went out a little bit ago for a run. Said something about getting in shape for West Hoof. Apparently they make you run in full plate plus 50 pounds of gear on your back to whip you into shape, even for officers."
You shudder. Much as it sounds awesome to join Equestria's armed forces, by the looks of things, they'll be just as brutal as the army is back home.
A pony sneaks up on you from behind and lifts you up into a big hug. Looking at her hooves, it's obviously Mama Velvet.
<<"I've got plans for you today. How'd you like to get some quick breakfast and go to school?"
>"A bad dream? Don't suppose it's one of your prophecies again, is it?"
"Maybe? It's probably going to be hard to tell from now on whether or not a given dream is some sort of premonition or whether or not I'm just dreaming."
>"Hmm… look for a clock, if you can. Or try to read anything. Text is almost never consistent in dreams."
"Only problem is my premonitions are also dreams, so that check won't work."
>"Dammit."
The two of you continue your conversation as you head back to the library, which doesn't take too long, given the small size of Ponyville. You avoid mentioning too much about the details of the dream, since you don't want her to worry too much for now. Instead, you focus more on "where the hell to go from here." You're not sure how often you're going to be getting these visions, and indeed, how often they're going to be coming in dreams, or just right off the top of your head like when you found Velvet. You're also not sure whether or not any of these visions are connected at all. Obviously, both the Velvet vision and your dream with the Element of Harmony were related to changelings in some way, but the train… that could have been caused by anything. It could have been sabotaged by changelings, or it could have just derailed going around a sharp turn. And it's not like you can visit it back again…
As you make it home, you find that most of the other ponies in the house are just waking up. Apparently Twilight, like you, just runs out of the house without informing anyone else. Indeed, this gets you a slight look of confusion from Cadance, drinking her morning coffee, seeing you both walk in through the front door.
<"I thought you too were in the basement?"
>"Well, you know what they say. Early to bed, early to rise, makes a pony healthy, wealthy, and wise… we were just taking a walk."
"What she said. Say, where'd you get the coffee?"
<"Oh, Shiny brought it for me. I think he went out a little bit ago for a run. Said something about getting in shape for West Hoof. Apparently they make you run in full plate plus 50 pounds of gear on your back to whip you into shape, even for officers."
You shudder. Much as it sounds awesome to join Equestria's armed forces, by the looks of things, they'll be just as brutal as the army is back home.
A pony sneaks up on you from behind and lifts you up into a big hug. Looking at her hooves, it's obviously Mama Velvet.
<<"I've got plans for you today. How'd you like to get some quick breakfast and go to school?"
>>119394
>"I thought you too were in the basement?"
>you too
>too
Yep, lost all hope I had in this green.
>"I thought you too were in the basement?"
>you too
>too
Yep, lost all hope I had in this green.
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>>119396
Fuck.
Note to self when uploading to pastebin: 's/you too/you two'
I mean it's not technically grammatically incorrect as a sentence on its own, but the meaning changes and doesn't work in context.
Fuck.
Note to self when uploading to pastebin: 's/you too/you two'
I mean it's not technically grammatically incorrect as a sentence on its own, but the meaning changes and doesn't work in context.
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>>119434
If it's just bruises like that, they should heal up within a reasonable amount of time. The psychological damage, however, might take a bit longer.
If it's just bruises like that, they should heal up within a reasonable amount of time. The psychological damage, however, might take a bit longer.
>>119435
I was referring to the fact that it's in the middle of the woods somewhere. Nobody is going to find that filly until she's long dead.
I was referring to the fact that it's in the middle of the woods somewhere. Nobody is going to find that filly until she's long dead.
>>119436
Except she doesn't have any life threatening injuries. She is bruised, but not bleeding. All of her limbs are in tact… she looks like she has some head trauma, but anything that was going to kill her would likely have killed her quickly. Whatever struck her obviously isn't around anymore, so clearly some time has passed since then. Unless she gets picked off by some predator, she's not going to be dying immediately.
Except she doesn't have any life threatening injuries. She is bruised, but not bleeding. All of her limbs are in tact… she looks like she has some head trauma, but anything that was going to kill her would likely have killed her quickly. Whatever struck her obviously isn't around anymore, so clearly some time has passed since then. Unless she gets picked off by some predator, she's not going to be dying immediately.
>>119437
>Not bleeding
do you see the massive fucking compound fractures in her legs with blood oozing out of them?
>Not bleeding
do you see the massive fucking compound fractures in her legs with blood oozing out of them?
>>119438
Not to mention the fact that without any mobility in the middle of the woods, she'll almost certainly starve, if she doesn't run out of water first.
Not to mention the fact that without any mobility in the middle of the woods, she'll almost certainly starve, if she doesn't run out of water first.
>>119445
I'm going to assume you're still talking about the first image and not the one where there are bones literally sticking out of her legs.
I'm going to assume you're still talking about the first image and not the one where there are bones literally sticking out of her legs.
>>119445
Judging by the fact that that there are bones sticking out of legs, I'm gonna guess some pretty major arteries where cut.
Judging by the fact that that there are bones sticking out of legs, I'm gonna guess some pretty major arteries where cut.
>bones sticking out of her legs
Her blood is black in that picture, isn't it?
Yeah, I didn't recognize that as bones… or blood. Now I can see it. Yeah, she's definitely going to die of blood loss.
Her blood is black in that picture, isn't it?
Yeah, I didn't recognize that as bones… or blood. Now I can see it. Yeah, she's definitely going to die of blood loss.
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>>119434
>spoiler
That's because you need to see the filly suffer. The sugary fantasy of filly eventually becomes boring. To alleviate the boredom, the desire for complexity and realism becomes stronger. The easiest component of reality to add to fantasy is suffering. By watching the filly suffer, you achieve two important things. One, you satisfy a need for diverse content. Two, by watching the filly suffer, she becomes more real. In fact, she becomes superior by suffering. Instead of staying a flat and one dimensional happy character, she becomes a character able to suffer. That is why you have many of those pictures saved. That, or you are a retarded faggot that saved the same picture multiple times.
>spoiler
That's because you need to see the filly suffer. The sugary fantasy of filly eventually becomes boring. To alleviate the boredom, the desire for complexity and realism becomes stronger. The easiest component of reality to add to fantasy is suffering. By watching the filly suffer, you achieve two important things. One, you satisfy a need for diverse content. Two, by watching the filly suffer, she becomes more real. In fact, she becomes superior by suffering. Instead of staying a flat and one dimensional happy character, she becomes a character able to suffer. That is why you have many of those pictures saved. That, or you are a retarded faggot that saved the same picture multiple times.
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>>119394
School… school sounds pretty good right about now. School means you can see Applejack again. Maybe a few other familiar faces. School is definitely where you need to be. And really, what the hell else are you going to do in Ponyville?
"Sounds great, when can I start?"
<<"Well… from what I've heard, classes here start around 9. It's 8 right now, and we're going to want to be there a little bit early to introduce you to your new teacher. So how about you go get washed up real quick? Try not to be too long."
"Sure thing."
You run towards the bathroom and take a quick 5 minute shower. It kind of helps that you don't have clothes to have to take off and put back on, so you clean yourself up pretty quickly. Afterwards, you grab a conveniently placed brush that you're pretty sure is Cadance's, and work out all of the knots in your mane. You realize this is probably the first time you've bothered with any sort of grooming in Equestria, so you could kind of use it. Afterwards, you run quickly outside with Velvet.
True to her word, she did get you a quick breakfast at Sugarcube Corner, which you promptly eat on the way to the schoolhouse. It was technically your second breakfast, but you don't mention this to her. You can always skip lunch if you still feel too full. Or not. You're not too concerned about getting fat.
When you make it to school, you find a few students trickling in, all of whom are young, and only half of whom have their cutie mark. They're all playing in the playground outside until classes start, though by the looks of things, you'll not have that luxury. There's plenty of familiar faces too. Rarity and Cheerilee stick out like a sore thumb. You'll definitely have to make friends with them. And then you realize that Cheerilee is definitely not the teacher. You silently panic, wondering who the hell is going to be on the other side of that door.
You enter the schoolhouse to find… a relatively decent looking teacher. You're not sure what to think of her. She's definitely professional, wearing a tie and all that. She introduces herself as Mrs. Sharpener. You don't want to know why that's her name, but apparently she has pencils for a cutie mark. At least she's pretty kind. And efficient too. She manages to get all of your enrollment paperwork done with in 20 minutes flat, finishing right around the time students start walking into the classroom.
<<"Alright sweetie, have fun."
Velvet leaves, and you are now surrounded by students. Class is about to start. What do?
School… school sounds pretty good right about now. School means you can see Applejack again. Maybe a few other familiar faces. School is definitely where you need to be. And really, what the hell else are you going to do in Ponyville?
"Sounds great, when can I start?"
<<"Well… from what I've heard, classes here start around 9. It's 8 right now, and we're going to want to be there a little bit early to introduce you to your new teacher. So how about you go get washed up real quick? Try not to be too long."
"Sure thing."
You run towards the bathroom and take a quick 5 minute shower. It kind of helps that you don't have clothes to have to take off and put back on, so you clean yourself up pretty quickly. Afterwards, you grab a conveniently placed brush that you're pretty sure is Cadance's, and work out all of the knots in your mane. You realize this is probably the first time you've bothered with any sort of grooming in Equestria, so you could kind of use it. Afterwards, you run quickly outside with Velvet.
True to her word, she did get you a quick breakfast at Sugarcube Corner, which you promptly eat on the way to the schoolhouse. It was technically your second breakfast, but you don't mention this to her. You can always skip lunch if you still feel too full. Or not. You're not too concerned about getting fat.
When you make it to school, you find a few students trickling in, all of whom are young, and only half of whom have their cutie mark. They're all playing in the playground outside until classes start, though by the looks of things, you'll not have that luxury. There's plenty of familiar faces too. Rarity and Cheerilee stick out like a sore thumb. You'll definitely have to make friends with them. And then you realize that Cheerilee is definitely not the teacher. You silently panic, wondering who the hell is going to be on the other side of that door.
You enter the schoolhouse to find… a relatively decent looking teacher. You're not sure what to think of her. She's definitely professional, wearing a tie and all that. She introduces herself as Mrs. Sharpener. You don't want to know why that's her name, but apparently she has pencils for a cutie mark. At least she's pretty kind. And efficient too. She manages to get all of your enrollment paperwork done with in 20 minutes flat, finishing right around the time students start walking into the classroom.
<<"Alright sweetie, have fun."
Velvet leaves, and you are now surrounded by students. Class is about to start. What do?
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>>119460
Go to class, obviously. Just going to be more of a pain in our collective ass if we don't.
[ 1d100 = 52 ]
Go to class, obviously. Just going to be more of a pain in our collective ass if we don't.
[ 1d100 = 52 ]
I appear to have a fellow shitposter that lives nearby.
My IP range is banned on my phone on /mlp/. Attempting to post anonfillies.
My IP range is banned on my phone on /mlp/. Attempting to post anonfillies.
Rolled 82
>>119460
https://youtu.be/bMPlPJP2brw
>Seduce teacher
>"Do you have a pencil and an eraser? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future."
>Upon failure, attempt seduction on Cheerilee instead. Or befriend Cheerilee, whatever gets you closer to getting a taste of her.
>>119460
https://youtu.be/bMPlPJP2brw
>Seduce teacher
>"Do you have a pencil and an eraser? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future."
>Upon failure, attempt seduction on Cheerilee instead. Or befriend Cheerilee, whatever gets you closer to getting a taste of her.
i want to sensually rub filly's teats while moving my other through her chest fluff
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>>119460
Finally live out your dreams of being a school filly like your chinese cartoons. [ 1d100 = 74 ]
Finally live out your dreams of being a school filly like your chinese cartoons. [ 1d100 = 74 ]
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>>119467
SAY THAT TO MY FACE YOU FUCKING FAGGOT, I'LL gently cuddle you, hold your hooves and brush your tail, I FUCKING SWEAR ON MY MUM MATE
SAY THAT TO MY FACE YOU FUCKING FAGGOT, I'LL gently cuddle you, hold your hooves and brush your tail, I FUCKING SWEAR ON MY MUM MATE
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>Living the dream as Big Mac's cocksleeve
>>119465
If this wins, there are objectively better lines to use.
>Are you a math teacher? Because you got me harder than calculus.
>Hey girl! If I had to write a report card on you, i’d give you straight F’s….for Fabulous
>I’ve been a naughty school filly. You should teach me a lesson.
>If you were my homework I’d slam you down on my desk and do you!
>Is there a science classroom nearby, or am I just sensing the chemistry between me and you?
If this wins, there are objectively better lines to use.
>Are you a math teacher? Because you got me harder than calculus.
>Hey girl! If I had to write a report card on you, i’d give you straight F’s….for Fabulous
>I’ve been a naughty school filly. You should teach me a lesson.
>If you were my homework I’d slam you down on my desk and do you!
>Is there a science classroom nearby, or am I just sensing the chemistry between me and you?
I may not be able to get an update out today since I just started writing an hour ago, and I thought I'd tell you all. I ended up having a lot of stuff to do today because I clean on saturdays, and I then got pretty sidetracked before going to dinner with family and coming back not too long ago. I hope that you forgive this, and I promise to have the next update out tomorrow.
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>>119478
So'kay, mate! Lone hasn't updated since Wednesday, and I'm only now getting around to executing him.
So'kay, mate! Lone hasn't updated since Wednesday, and I'm only now getting around to executing him.
>>119475
Can we do away with boosting please, Reuben? Especially since we don't have unique I.Ds to combat samefagging by americans pretending to be other americans.
Can we do away with boosting please, Reuben? Especially since we don't have unique I.Ds to combat samefagging by americans pretending to be other americans.
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>>119484
As long as most of the arsenal is dropped on Melbourne, go right ahead. Collateral damage is worth it to get rid of that communist shithole.
As long as most of the arsenal is dropped on Melbourne, go right ahead. Collateral damage is worth it to get rid of that communist shithole.
>>119485
oh, just that someone has been posting your stories in that thread back on 4chan. people even reply to it which is kinda funny tbh
oh, just that someone has been posting your stories in that thread back on 4chan. people even reply to it which is kinda funny tbh
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>>119497
Can confirm, I'm in this one discord channel and he said he is in The Cabal and raped his daughter. Also he ripped the tag off my mattress.
Can confirm, I'm in this one discord channel and he said he is in The Cabal and raped his daughter. Also he ripped the tag off my mattress.
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>>119498
Okay, it didn't sound so bad but
>he ripped the tag off my mattress
Fuck that guy, I hope he goes to jail
Okay, it didn't sound so bad but
>he ripped the tag off my mattress
Fuck that guy, I hope he goes to jail
>>119501
Thanks m8, you're pretty cool. At least I saw some credit being given to me in the thread's OP, but I'm not writing it for them.
Thanks m8, you're pretty cool. At least I saw some credit being given to me in the thread's OP, but I'm not writing it for them.
>>119509
>implying the law cares about what the userbase of a mongolian basketweaving forum does with the fanfiction written by someone for a canadian right-wing horsefucking imageboard
>implying the law cares about what the userbase of a mongolian basketweaving forum does with the fanfiction written by someone for a canadian right-wing horsefucking imageboard
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>>119510
Technically speaking, everything you create is automatically copyrighted in the US, even if it's a shitty greentext story about a bunch of ponies that you don't hold copyright over (but it's considered parody in a way, so probably fair use). If they're copying your content without your consent, that is a violation of copyright law.
But uh… IANAL, this is not legal advice, etc…
Technically speaking, everything you create is automatically copyrighted in the US, even if it's a shitty greentext story about a bunch of ponies that you don't hold copyright over (but it's considered parody in a way, so probably fair use). If they're copying your content without your consent, that is a violation of copyright law.
But uh… IANAL, this is not legal advice, etc…
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You sit down in the nearest open seat you can find, apparently right next to Cheerilee. Perfect. Unfortunately, you end up having to stand up again about 5 seconds later when Mrs. Sharpener calls you to the front of the class to introduce you to everyone.
<"Alright class, this is Anon. She's a new student who's come here from Canterlot. Anon, how about you tell us a little bit about yourself?"
"Oh, umm… yeah, name's Anon. I live in a giant tree I guess. Just moved here from Canterlot and uhh…"
You're not sure what would be the best information to reveal about yourself here. Surely there would be questions about your question mark cutie mark, but given Applejack's reaction to saying you were a psychic, you felt it might be best to keep that information more private for now.
"Say, teacher, do you have a pencil and eraser?"
<"Well I suppose I do. Did you not bring…"
"Because I want to erase your past and write our future."
The class bursts into laughter.
<"Har har, very funny. Are you supposed to be some sort of comedian?"
"Yes. I'm also a poet at times. Tell me teacher, what doth life?"
<"What?"
"Frittata."
<"Just get to your seat."
You sit down, feeling perfectly okay with the events that just transpired. You take a look to Cheerilee, who seems to still be giggling just a bit. She smiles at you when you look at her, so you smile back. Good to know she's easy to please.
The class begins with math, because as everyone knows, math should be done first thing in the morning when you're not thinking straight. Fortunately, you're good enough at elementary level math to be able to tune out half of the lecture and help a few ponies out when you get split up into groups. This is probably for the best, since you get paired up with Applejack to solve a few problems, and fractions are not her strong suit.
After math, a science lesson follows. It's mostly Neightonian physics, watered down for foals to understand. It's difficult, but you manage to resist the urge to question why the planet doesn't get slingshotted off into space every time Celestia moves the sun around. Some things are better left unasked, lest some ponies burn you at the stake for heresy.
After science, the class takes a break for lunch. You didn't bring any, having been so quick to get out the door, but you still nonetheless had plenty of time to socialize. The only question was who to socialize with.
<"Alright class, this is Anon. She's a new student who's come here from Canterlot. Anon, how about you tell us a little bit about yourself?"
"Oh, umm… yeah, name's Anon. I live in a giant tree I guess. Just moved here from Canterlot and uhh…"
You're not sure what would be the best information to reveal about yourself here. Surely there would be questions about your question mark cutie mark, but given Applejack's reaction to saying you were a psychic, you felt it might be best to keep that information more private for now.
"Say, teacher, do you have a pencil and eraser?"
<"Well I suppose I do. Did you not bring…"
"Because I want to erase your past and write our future."
The class bursts into laughter.
<"Har har, very funny. Are you supposed to be some sort of comedian?"
"Yes. I'm also a poet at times. Tell me teacher, what doth life?"
<"What?"
"Frittata."
<"Just get to your seat."
You sit down, feeling perfectly okay with the events that just transpired. You take a look to Cheerilee, who seems to still be giggling just a bit. She smiles at you when you look at her, so you smile back. Good to know she's easy to please.
The class begins with math, because as everyone knows, math should be done first thing in the morning when you're not thinking straight. Fortunately, you're good enough at elementary level math to be able to tune out half of the lecture and help a few ponies out when you get split up into groups. This is probably for the best, since you get paired up with Applejack to solve a few problems, and fractions are not her strong suit.
After math, a science lesson follows. It's mostly Neightonian physics, watered down for foals to understand. It's difficult, but you manage to resist the urge to question why the planet doesn't get slingshotted off into space every time Celestia moves the sun around. Some things are better left unasked, lest some ponies burn you at the stake for heresy.
After science, the class takes a break for lunch. You didn't bring any, having been so quick to get out the door, but you still nonetheless had plenty of time to socialize. The only question was who to socialize with.
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>>119523
>what doth life
I get it!
As for an action, pal it up with Cheerilee. See what it would take to get her to be DTF, but in a casual way that doesn't tip her off to our motives.
[ 1d100 = 10 ]
>what doth life
I get it!
As for an action, pal it up with Cheerilee. See what it would take to get her to be DTF, but in a casual way that doesn't tip her off to our motives.
[ 1d100 = 10 ]
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>>117938
Sorry for the unplanned hiatus I
>Grabbing an expensive looking bottle of vodka and what appears to be cherry brandy, you and League walk back to your room, grabbing a few cups from the now empty kitchen along the way.
>You decide to pour a bit of the brandy for League, while pouring the equivalent to three shots of the vodka for yourself.
>Tapping your paper cups together, the two of you begin to drink.
>After the first cup, it's clear that your horse liver combined with your young age has given you the approximate metabolism that you had as a human.
>Namely, very shitty.
>After a bit of talk and your third round you're starting to get a nice buzz, and you tell League to stop drinking when she feels the same.
>Resealing the bottles, you return them to their cabinet in the stairwell, hopping back up on the bed with a little bit of difficulty.
>"Hey, you need a hand there, Nonny?"
"Heh, yeah. Figured you'd say hoof, but whatever."
>She wrapped her hoof around yours in a way that was reminiscent of what happened in the adventure, pulling you up with a bit of a tug.
>"It's not my fault all that time I spend with you is making me think like a human! Next thing I know I'll be growing fingers!"
"Ha! Don't even joke about that shit, I can't stand PTFG!"
>"Who the what now?"
"Nevermind."
>You've been giggling for a while now, and true to the saying of laughter being contagious, League has joined you.
>Enjoying the moment, you let the laughter die out before continuing.
"Twilight's probably going to want us to turn off the lamp in a few. Do you have any decent ghost stories to tell?"
>"Hmm… there is one."
>You perk up your ears to express your undivided attention.
>"Once upon a time, far from Equestria in a nation long since reduced to barren wastes, there was a Princess who wished for nothing more than the secret to true immortality…"
I can either write up a 'spooky' story, or you can choose to tune League out. Regardless, I'd like your choice of what Anon should tell League once she's finished…
Sorry for the unplanned hiatus I
>Grabbing an expensive looking bottle of vodka and what appears to be cherry brandy, you and League walk back to your room, grabbing a few cups from the now empty kitchen along the way.
>You decide to pour a bit of the brandy for League, while pouring the equivalent to three shots of the vodka for yourself.
>Tapping your paper cups together, the two of you begin to drink.
>After the first cup, it's clear that your horse liver combined with your young age has given you the approximate metabolism that you had as a human.
>Namely, very shitty.
>After a bit of talk and your third round you're starting to get a nice buzz, and you tell League to stop drinking when she feels the same.
>Resealing the bottles, you return them to their cabinet in the stairwell, hopping back up on the bed with a little bit of difficulty.
>"Hey, you need a hand there, Nonny?"
"Heh, yeah. Figured you'd say hoof, but whatever."
>She wrapped her hoof around yours in a way that was reminiscent of what happened in the adventure, pulling you up with a bit of a tug.
>"It's not my fault all that time I spend with you is making me think like a human! Next thing I know I'll be growing fingers!"
"Ha! Don't even joke about that shit, I can't stand PTFG!"
>"Who the what now?"
"Nevermind."
>You've been giggling for a while now, and true to the saying of laughter being contagious, League has joined you.
>Enjoying the moment, you let the laughter die out before continuing.
"Twilight's probably going to want us to turn off the lamp in a few. Do you have any decent ghost stories to tell?"
>"Hmm… there is one."
>You perk up your ears to express your undivided attention.
>"Once upon a time, far from Equestria in a nation long since reduced to barren wastes, there was a Princess who wished for nothing more than the secret to true immortality…"
I can either write up a 'spooky' story, or you can choose to tune League out. Regardless, I'd like your choice of what Anon should tell League once she's finished…
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>>119538
Right. That's just the fact that that particular Anon makes as the filly. Meanwhile, some others might make this one.
Right. That's just the fact that that particular Anon makes as the filly. Meanwhile, some others might make this one.
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>>119535
Updates should continue at the regular schedule tomorrow. Sorry to keep you all waiting, but I want to give this one time to still.
Updates should continue at the regular schedule tomorrow. Sorry to keep you all waiting, but I want to give this one time to still.
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>>119555
How do you feel, then, now that I've checked your digits and confirmed that what you have said is, indeed, fact?
How do you feel, then, now that I've checked your digits and confirmed that what you have said is, indeed, fact?
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when i become the filly, the first thing i want to do is boop and sensually make out with the first other filly i see, before any introductions
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>>119535
No need to write it out unless you would like to.
Afterwards, tell League she would have made a good writefag.
[ 1d100 = 65 ]
No need to write it out unless you would like to.
Afterwards, tell League she would have made a good writefag.
[ 1d100 = 65 ]
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I had more problems than I usually do in formulating myself in the text below, so I had to rewrite it. Just a heads up if it is awkward to read.
I have decided to change my story. I have been exploring different plots for it for a while now but now I have scrapped most of them for an idea.
I am going to make my story into a series like My Little Pony. That is, each episode is a minor story in a previously established setting. Where each minor story has a moral. That is, at least one of the characters in the series's cast will develop by changing at least one of their character traits or their outlook on something.
For example, this is the premise of one episode in this serie: Anonfilly has been on /b/ to much. This has caused her to have the opinion that, "People who get their feelings hurt only have themselves to blame." This causes her to be blunt and even mean towards other ponies in the setting. Through certain events, she reevaluates her behavior and comes to a conclusion that people's feelings do matter. She realizes that she became this way as a reaction towards the "I am offended. Give me special rights and money"-society and that she might have crossed the line from telling the necessary truth to harassing and bullying others.
So her character development is Blunt -> A tad more tactful.
Why I want to change my current story into this series is because right now it is just about physical dangers and not about something menningful, which some sort of ethical dilemma for a character would create.
I am still honing my writing skills so I might not always make morals that makes sense. Just bear with me if my conclusion to the episodes makes no sense.
The setting of the story is in Hayseed swamp on the outskirts of the everfree forest. The major characters so far are, in the order of their importance, Anonfilly(Clover the clever), Sombra, Meadowbrook, Starswirl, Princess Platinum. Anonfilly is adopted by Meadowbrook and Sombra is also a foal at the time and is Starswirl's apprentice.
As previously stated, I will write this series in the mlp style. For example, the first two episodes will establish the setting and characters, the normal episodes will be stories that are loosely connected in the overarching story's progression and end with a two-episode season finale. I will, however, strive for serious consistency and continuity for events in the story, the in-universe rules, and characters traits. Each episode will also be in chronical order and you will know how much time has passed since the last episode and there will be foreshadowing in episodes of coming events and recurring ideas. The foreshadowing will, for example, be like the episode "The ticket master" where they get tickets to the gala, which they later in the episode, "The best night ever" use.
I don't know if I will include the six pillars in my story. I did not like the episode, "Shadowplay" for various reasons.
I am open to suggestions. Anything from Ocs, canon characters, setting changes, ideas for episodes or a whole episode. I would actually think it would be funny if this turned into a group project at some point but that has to grow the natural way.
I will get a Pastebin account for this story btw.
Also, this episode is a good example of what I mean http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Winter_Wrap_Up
Also, pic is ponies heiling. Faust nazi confirmed.
I have decided to change my story. I have been exploring different plots for it for a while now but now I have scrapped most of them for an idea.
I am going to make my story into a series like My Little Pony. That is, each episode is a minor story in a previously established setting. Where each minor story has a moral. That is, at least one of the characters in the series's cast will develop by changing at least one of their character traits or their outlook on something.
For example, this is the premise of one episode in this serie: Anonfilly has been on /b/ to much. This has caused her to have the opinion that, "People who get their feelings hurt only have themselves to blame." This causes her to be blunt and even mean towards other ponies in the setting. Through certain events, she reevaluates her behavior and comes to a conclusion that people's feelings do matter. She realizes that she became this way as a reaction towards the "I am offended. Give me special rights and money"-society and that she might have crossed the line from telling the necessary truth to harassing and bullying others.
So her character development is Blunt -> A tad more tactful.
Why I want to change my current story into this series is because right now it is just about physical dangers and not about something menningful, which some sort of ethical dilemma for a character would create.
I am still honing my writing skills so I might not always make morals that makes sense. Just bear with me if my conclusion to the episodes makes no sense.
The setting of the story is in Hayseed swamp on the outskirts of the everfree forest. The major characters so far are, in the order of their importance, Anonfilly(Clover the clever), Sombra, Meadowbrook, Starswirl, Princess Platinum. Anonfilly is adopted by Meadowbrook and Sombra is also a foal at the time and is Starswirl's apprentice.
As previously stated, I will write this series in the mlp style. For example, the first two episodes will establish the setting and characters, the normal episodes will be stories that are loosely connected in the overarching story's progression and end with a two-episode season finale. I will, however, strive for serious consistency and continuity for events in the story, the in-universe rules, and characters traits. Each episode will also be in chronical order and you will know how much time has passed since the last episode and there will be foreshadowing in episodes of coming events and recurring ideas. The foreshadowing will, for example, be like the episode "The ticket master" where they get tickets to the gala, which they later in the episode, "The best night ever" use.
I don't know if I will include the six pillars in my story. I did not like the episode, "Shadowplay" for various reasons.
I am open to suggestions. Anything from Ocs, canon characters, setting changes, ideas for episodes or a whole episode. I would actually think it would be funny if this turned into a group project at some point but that has to grow the natural way.
I will get a Pastebin account for this story btw.
Also, this episode is a good example of what I mean http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Winter_Wrap_Up
Also, pic is ponies heiling. Faust nazi confirmed.
>>117873 What do you feel that you have a problem with? I guess you don't have a problem with the langue. Do you find it hard to describe a thing or to express yourself? Do you have a hard time coming up with a plot for a story or do you simply feel that you don't have the time to write? If you want, I can give you a writing exercise on which you can practice description. But only if you want. Nobody is going to attack you for trying.
Here is that exercise: Describe a scene with Anonfilly is cuddled by Twilight.
Here is an example of how I would write it.
>You were caught between Twilight's chest fluff and a soft bed. You buried your face deep into her fluffy chest fur. You sniffed at her scent. It smelled of vanilla and oaktree.
>It was like Twilight was trying to be your bedsheet as she lied on top of you. You firmly embraced by her front hooves and you had one of her back legs on each side of your body. Your own pairs of front and back hooves stuck up on each side of her in between her front and back legs. Your stomachs were pressed together and if you turned your head to the side and pressed your ear to her chest you could hear her heartbeat.
>You glanced up at her sweetly. She looked back at you with a loving expression on her face and she proceeded to play with the bangs of your mane with a hoof. As she kisses you on the forehead and nutters the phrase, "Goodnight, Anon,", you slowly drift off to sleep.
Or describe anything else. I feel that after I have been writing for a while I get better at formulating myself than I was from the start.
>>119021
Have we meet in IRL? I won't expose your name if you answer yes on the next question but since I have your number in that case, I might call you.
Where you at Manhemsdagen and were you wearing a t-shirt with spike on it?
Btw, do any of you guys know if Assfaggot will continue his anonfilly story. I really liked it but it doesn't seems like he haas written on it for a while now.
Here is that exercise: Describe a scene with Anonfilly is cuddled by Twilight.
Here is an example of how I would write it.
>You were caught between Twilight's chest fluff and a soft bed. You buried your face deep into her fluffy chest fur. You sniffed at her scent. It smelled of vanilla and oaktree.
>It was like Twilight was trying to be your bedsheet as she lied on top of you. You firmly embraced by her front hooves and you had one of her back legs on each side of your body. Your own pairs of front and back hooves stuck up on each side of her in between her front and back legs. Your stomachs were pressed together and if you turned your head to the side and pressed your ear to her chest you could hear her heartbeat.
>You glanced up at her sweetly. She looked back at you with a loving expression on her face and she proceeded to play with the bangs of your mane with a hoof. As she kisses you on the forehead and nutters the phrase, "Goodnight, Anon,", you slowly drift off to sleep.
Or describe anything else. I feel that after I have been writing for a while I get better at formulating myself than I was from the start.
>>119021
Have we meet in IRL? I won't expose your name if you answer yes on the next question but since I have your number in that case, I might call you.
Where you at Manhemsdagen and were you wearing a t-shirt with spike on it?
Btw, do any of you guys know if Assfaggot will continue his anonfilly story. I really liked it but it doesn't seems like he haas written on it for a while now.
>>119609
Writefags fluctuate in post frequency. He was here a couple of threads ago, so I'd say there's a good chance.
Writefags fluctuate in post frequency. He was here a couple of threads ago, so I'd say there's a good chance.
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>>119609
>I guess you don't have a problem with the language
You're right about that; I do have a strong grasp of the English language
>Do you find it hard to describe a thing or to express yourself?
I do find it somewhat difficult to express myself
>Do you have a hard time coming up with a plot for a story or do you simply feel that you don't have the time to write?
I have a very hard time shaping the plot for a story beyond the initial premise and I also feel that I don't have the time to write.
I have a fair amount of confidence in my ability to revise and edit, but I have absolutely no confidence in my ability to spin a story premise into a full-blown story
>I guess you don't have a problem with the language
You're right about that; I do have a strong grasp of the English language
>Do you find it hard to describe a thing or to express yourself?
I do find it somewhat difficult to express myself
>Do you have a hard time coming up with a plot for a story or do you simply feel that you don't have the time to write?
I have a very hard time shaping the plot for a story beyond the initial premise and I also feel that I don't have the time to write.
I have a fair amount of confidence in my ability to revise and edit, but I have absolutely no confidence in my ability to spin a story premise into a full-blown story
I finished writing last night's update a few minutes before I went to bed, so I thought I should share it with you all this morning. Here you go!
>as you follow Spike up the stairs, you run back through the events you saw in the comic
>those were some heavy implications about what's gonna happen after the olympics, you hope that it doesn't come true
>for your family's sake, more than anything
>you realize now just how important it is to get back, should something happen while you're gone
>suddenly you're not so hungry anymore
>you and Spike make it to the kitchen not too long after you come to this realization
>you just sit down at the table and start running facts and numbers through your head while Spike starts looking at the food available
>your family's not near any important locations in the US
>NK's nuclear capabilities probably have the range to get close, though
>how big will the blast be?
>if it's about the size of what was used in WWII, then they're fine
>any bigger and they might be caught in the fallout
>"Anon? You alright?"
>you're jarred out of your thoughts by Spike now standing next to you
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. What's up?"
>"I've asked what you want for the last minute, do you care?"
"Just make whatever, I'm not really hungry anymore."
>Spike pulls up a chair next to you
>"Okay, now I'm really concerned. What's going on?"
>you really don't want to tell him
"Don't worry about it, it's nothing."
>"I heard how hungry you were back in my room, and now you say you aren't. Ponies only stop being hungry when they've had food or something's happened, and you haven't had food yet."
>you really shouldn't tell him
"It's fine, I swear."
>"Come on, Anon. It's not going to help you at all to keep it in, whatever it is. I promise I won't tell anypony."
>you can't tell him
"Pinkie swear it."
>you can't be serious
>you better fucking not
>"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."
>IT'S TIME TO STOP
"You're not going to believe me, but…"
>this is your last chance to turn back
>you can make up some different excuse and keep your secret safe, or you can just not say anything
>just don't say what you're about to say
>make
>the right
>choice
"…"
>"Anon?"
"… I'm sorry, I still can't tell you."
>Spike shifts in his chair a bit
>"I'm sorry for asking, then. Is there anything I can do to help, at least?"
>is there anything he can do to help?
>well, he can keep you updated on those comics, at the very least
>it's your only line of information to what might be going on at home, and that's invaluable
>there isn't much else he can do to help, though
>wait, hold on
>there isn't much else Spike can do, but there's probably something that Twilight can do!
>you brighten up a bit and tell him your plan
"I'm going to need you to send Twilight a letter for me."
>"Alright, I'll go get you some paper and a pen."
>Spike runs out of the room for a little bit and eventually comes back with a pen and paper, setting them in front of you
>"And while you're writing that, I'll make dinner. I hope you like soup, because I'm pretty good at making it!"
>soup's not bad, this should be an alright dinner
>now, how do you tell Twilight exactly what's on your mind in a civil way that won't make her any more worried than necessary?
Dear Twilight,
I'm writing this to you now because I don't think it can wait until you get back. Spike showed me a comic book series that bears striking resemblance to my world, and I've become aware of possible events that may threaten the lives of my family.
Two world leaders with access to powerful weaponry are near a possible conflict, with one of them being willing to use nuclear weapons and the other being the ruler of my home country. If a war breaks out, my family may be threatened by the resulting fallout caused by those nuclear weapons.
At the very least, I'd like to get home as soon as possible to make sure they're alright.
Please help, Anonymous
>you take the paper and fold it up into a neat little square
"Alright, ready for you to send it."
>Spike turns away from the pot he's watching and walks over
>"Did that help you feel better?"
>you look up at the ceiling and sigh as he sends the letter
"Not yet, but at least it's something."
>as you follow Spike up the stairs, you run back through the events you saw in the comic
>those were some heavy implications about what's gonna happen after the olympics, you hope that it doesn't come true
>for your family's sake, more than anything
>you realize now just how important it is to get back, should something happen while you're gone
>suddenly you're not so hungry anymore
>you and Spike make it to the kitchen not too long after you come to this realization
>you just sit down at the table and start running facts and numbers through your head while Spike starts looking at the food available
>your family's not near any important locations in the US
>NK's nuclear capabilities probably have the range to get close, though
>how big will the blast be?
>if it's about the size of what was used in WWII, then they're fine
>any bigger and they might be caught in the fallout
>"Anon? You alright?"
>you're jarred out of your thoughts by Spike now standing next to you
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. What's up?"
>"I've asked what you want for the last minute, do you care?"
"Just make whatever, I'm not really hungry anymore."
>Spike pulls up a chair next to you
>"Okay, now I'm really concerned. What's going on?"
>you really don't want to tell him
"Don't worry about it, it's nothing."
>"I heard how hungry you were back in my room, and now you say you aren't. Ponies only stop being hungry when they've had food or something's happened, and you haven't had food yet."
>you really shouldn't tell him
"It's fine, I swear."
>"Come on, Anon. It's not going to help you at all to keep it in, whatever it is. I promise I won't tell anypony."
>you can't tell him
"Pinkie swear it."
>you can't be serious
>you better fucking not
>"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."
>IT'S TIME TO STOP
"You're not going to believe me, but…"
>this is your last chance to turn back
>you can make up some different excuse and keep your secret safe, or you can just not say anything
>just don't say what you're about to say
>make
>the right
>choice
"…"
>"Anon?"
"… I'm sorry, I still can't tell you."
>Spike shifts in his chair a bit
>"I'm sorry for asking, then. Is there anything I can do to help, at least?"
>is there anything he can do to help?
>well, he can keep you updated on those comics, at the very least
>it's your only line of information to what might be going on at home, and that's invaluable
>there isn't much else he can do to help, though
>wait, hold on
>there isn't much else Spike can do, but there's probably something that Twilight can do!
>you brighten up a bit and tell him your plan
"I'm going to need you to send Twilight a letter for me."
>"Alright, I'll go get you some paper and a pen."
>Spike runs out of the room for a little bit and eventually comes back with a pen and paper, setting them in front of you
>"And while you're writing that, I'll make dinner. I hope you like soup, because I'm pretty good at making it!"
>soup's not bad, this should be an alright dinner
>now, how do you tell Twilight exactly what's on your mind in a civil way that won't make her any more worried than necessary?
Dear Twilight,
I'm writing this to you now because I don't think it can wait until you get back. Spike showed me a comic book series that bears striking resemblance to my world, and I've become aware of possible events that may threaten the lives of my family.
Two world leaders with access to powerful weaponry are near a possible conflict, with one of them being willing to use nuclear weapons and the other being the ruler of my home country. If a war breaks out, my family may be threatened by the resulting fallout caused by those nuclear weapons.
At the very least, I'd like to get home as soon as possible to make sure they're alright.
Please help, Anonymous
>you take the paper and fold it up into a neat little square
"Alright, ready for you to send it."
>Spike turns away from the pot he's watching and walks over
>"Did that help you feel better?"
>you look up at the ceiling and sigh as he sends the letter
"Not yet, but at least it's something."
>>119640
>Spike finishes the soup a few minutes later and serves it to you
>"It's cream of mushroom with some extras I added in for flavor, I hope you like it!"
>you pick up the spoon he gave you-
>hey, he gave you a spoon!
>guess you don't have to ask for silverware anymore
>anyway, you pick up the spoon he gave you and taste it
>it's pretty good
"Hey, what'd you put in this? It's good."
>"Oh, you know, just the basics. Cream, mushrooms, some diced potatoes, some assorted herbs and spices… Soup stuff."
>he looks flattered that someone likes his cooking this much
>he's honestly good at this, though
>if he had a CM, it would probably have to do with food
>you finish the rest of your soup fairly quickly, having dug your appetite out from under your feelings
>after Spike finishes his own soup, he takes both of your dirty dishes over to the new pile
>"I could go for some ice cream right now, how about you?"
>ice cream?
>drowning your worries in frozen sugar-milk sounds like a great idea!
"Sure, I've got room left."
>and so you both make the journey back down to Spike's basement for ice cream, equipped with new bowls and spoons
>when you get back down there, Spike opens the cabinet holding your reason for being here
"Can I have some cookie dough this time?"
>"Yeah, want anything else to go with it?"
>does flavor mixing really work with cookie dough?
>Ben and Jerry made it work at home, but they don't exist here
"Nah, just cookie dough please."
>you give your bowl to him and he takes out the containers holding the strawberry and your flavor of choice
>when he gives you back your bowl, you take it back to the chair you sat in last time and start eating
>the chunks are hard to force the spoon through, but what did you expect?
>you feel like you might owe Spike an apology for earlier, now that you think about it
>he was just trying to help, after all
"Sorry about the mood earlier, just had some heavy stuff on my mind. I'm pretty sure Twilight can help, though."
>Spike looks up from his own bowl
>"It's fine, I have things that I don't like telling others too. I'm sure even Twilight has things that she won't tell anypony about!"
>what would Twilight not want to tell anyone?
>probably has something to do with her lab
>maybe she tests on other ponies?
>nah, you're pretty sure that only happened in that one episode where she gave Rarity wings
"What would she need to hide to the point that she can't tell anypony? Isn't she the princess of friendship, or something?"
>"Well, I'd be able to tell you if I knew what it was. However, I'm pretty sure the only way I'd be able to find out is by asking her, and that defeats the whole purpose of not telling anypony."
>he's got a stupid grin on his face
>he was probably being a bit sarcastic with all that
"I get it, no need to be a cheeky cunt about it."
>Spike seems genuinely surprised that you said cunt
>"Did you just say what I think you said?"
>oh
>is that bad?
"Am… Am I not supposed to say that?"
>Spike thinks for a few seconds
>"I won't stop you if you do say it, but I don't think Twilight will handle it the same way."
"So, I'm free to say cunt around you?"
>he sighs
>"Yes, I'll allow you to say it when it's just us. I'm serious about Twilight though, don't say it or any other bad words around her. She's not a fan."
>he looks pretty serious about that last bit
"Alright, I won't say it around her or anypony else."
>you finish the rest of your ice cream soon after this conversation ends, and you spend some more time talking with Spike about other things
>as the conversation shifts away from what you two would do with a million bits and into an argument about how much the town of Ponyville costs, you let out a massive yawn
>shit, you must be pretty tired
"Sorry to cut the conversation short, but I think I'm gonna head off to sleep."
>"Alright, I should probably get to sleep too. See you tomorrow!"
>you head back up the stairs and to your room, where Hitler and Aryanne are both waiting where you left them
>you then proceed to take your shirt back off and put it in the drawer with your other stuff
"Today's been pretty long, but at least things are still going alright for us."
>neither of them reply
"Yeah, looks like we've all got new friends now!"
>still no replies come as you climb into bed
"Don't worry, I'm not planning on leaving either of you behind when it's time to go home. Aryanne, I'm too attached to you, and Hitler? I'd be delusional if I thought I could find a quality plush of you back home!"
>no replies yet again
>why do you talk to your plushes?
>oh, right, you have no friends
>carry on
"Anyway, good night!"
>and so you drift off to sleep where you will try to test if you can lock Luna out somehow
>. . .
>Spike finishes the soup a few minutes later and serves it to you
>"It's cream of mushroom with some extras I added in for flavor, I hope you like it!"
>you pick up the spoon he gave you-
>hey, he gave you a spoon!
>guess you don't have to ask for silverware anymore
>anyway, you pick up the spoon he gave you and taste it
>it's pretty good
"Hey, what'd you put in this? It's good."
>"Oh, you know, just the basics. Cream, mushrooms, some diced potatoes, some assorted herbs and spices… Soup stuff."
>he looks flattered that someone likes his cooking this much
>he's honestly good at this, though
>if he had a CM, it would probably have to do with food
>you finish the rest of your soup fairly quickly, having dug your appetite out from under your feelings
>after Spike finishes his own soup, he takes both of your dirty dishes over to the new pile
>"I could go for some ice cream right now, how about you?"
>ice cream?
>drowning your worries in frozen sugar-milk sounds like a great idea!
"Sure, I've got room left."
>and so you both make the journey back down to Spike's basement for ice cream, equipped with new bowls and spoons
>when you get back down there, Spike opens the cabinet holding your reason for being here
"Can I have some cookie dough this time?"
>"Yeah, want anything else to go with it?"
>does flavor mixing really work with cookie dough?
>Ben and Jerry made it work at home, but they don't exist here
"Nah, just cookie dough please."
>you give your bowl to him and he takes out the containers holding the strawberry and your flavor of choice
>when he gives you back your bowl, you take it back to the chair you sat in last time and start eating
>the chunks are hard to force the spoon through, but what did you expect?
>you feel like you might owe Spike an apology for earlier, now that you think about it
>he was just trying to help, after all
"Sorry about the mood earlier, just had some heavy stuff on my mind. I'm pretty sure Twilight can help, though."
>Spike looks up from his own bowl
>"It's fine, I have things that I don't like telling others too. I'm sure even Twilight has things that she won't tell anypony about!"
>what would Twilight not want to tell anyone?
>probably has something to do with her lab
>maybe she tests on other ponies?
>nah, you're pretty sure that only happened in that one episode where she gave Rarity wings
"What would she need to hide to the point that she can't tell anypony? Isn't she the princess of friendship, or something?"
>"Well, I'd be able to tell you if I knew what it was. However, I'm pretty sure the only way I'd be able to find out is by asking her, and that defeats the whole purpose of not telling anypony."
>he's got a stupid grin on his face
>he was probably being a bit sarcastic with all that
"I get it, no need to be a cheeky cunt about it."
>Spike seems genuinely surprised that you said cunt
>"Did you just say what I think you said?"
>oh
>is that bad?
"Am… Am I not supposed to say that?"
>Spike thinks for a few seconds
>"I won't stop you if you do say it, but I don't think Twilight will handle it the same way."
"So, I'm free to say cunt around you?"
>he sighs
>"Yes, I'll allow you to say it when it's just us. I'm serious about Twilight though, don't say it or any other bad words around her. She's not a fan."
>he looks pretty serious about that last bit
"Alright, I won't say it around her or anypony else."
>you finish the rest of your ice cream soon after this conversation ends, and you spend some more time talking with Spike about other things
>as the conversation shifts away from what you two would do with a million bits and into an argument about how much the town of Ponyville costs, you let out a massive yawn
>shit, you must be pretty tired
"Sorry to cut the conversation short, but I think I'm gonna head off to sleep."
>"Alright, I should probably get to sleep too. See you tomorrow!"
>you head back up the stairs and to your room, where Hitler and Aryanne are both waiting where you left them
>you then proceed to take your shirt back off and put it in the drawer with your other stuff
"Today's been pretty long, but at least things are still going alright for us."
>neither of them reply
"Yeah, looks like we've all got new friends now!"
>still no replies come as you climb into bed
"Don't worry, I'm not planning on leaving either of you behind when it's time to go home. Aryanne, I'm too attached to you, and Hitler? I'd be delusional if I thought I could find a quality plush of you back home!"
>no replies yet again
>why do you talk to your plushes?
>oh, right, you have no friends
>carry on
"Anyway, good night!"
>and so you drift off to sleep where you will try to test if you can lock Luna out somehow
>. . .
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IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, GIVE ME MORE FILLIES.
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>>119652
well birthday filly, even though you can clearly draw better than me, what filly would you like to see today?
well birthday filly, even though you can clearly draw better than me, what filly would you like to see today?
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>>119640
Anti-ICBM tech is super-strong right now dude. A NK nuke wouldn't get past the Pacific Ocean. It's like WWI all over again.
Anti-ICBM tech is super-strong right now dude. A NK nuke wouldn't get past the Pacific Ocean. It's like WWI all over again.
(Was busy with midterms and shit, sorry for the delay)
>"Alright kid, you've got 4015 tickets. What would you like?" the worker asked gruffly
>Could probably only count to 40 without using pen and paper
>Brainlets GTFO
>Well, time to cash in on your efforts and get that plastic billiard set
>You gazed over the various prizes one last time
>Or…
>A devious idea formed in your head
"I want four hundred and one bouncy balls."
>You saw Purple's right eye begin to twitch erratically
>"Haha, that's a good one Anon." Twilight tried to laugh it off, "But you still want the pool table, right?"
"No."
>"Anon, be reasonable, that many-"
"I want balls!" you demanded, ready to fall onto your back and commence kicking and screeching
>"Nonny, please, mommy's had a hard week, and she's very tired-"
>You made a quiet but high-pitched growling noise, ready to REE at a moment's notice
>She must have heard you, and gave up with that tired expression of defeat
>"*sigh* Four-hundred-and-one bouncy balls, please."
>The counter worker just looked at her with pity
>The employee hauled two large cardboard cases onto the counter, marked with various ID codes and a label prominently featuring "200 JUMBO BOUNCE TOYS" and information on the manufacturer
>"Alright, here's all of them." he paused. "Oh, right."
>He grabbed a ball from the case and slid it over to you
>Each ball was about an inch in diameter, semi-translucent and colored differently, sometimes a mix between two colors, with a rubbery texture
>"Nonny, maybe you should reconsider the pool table? You're just going to lose all the balls anyway." Twilight pleaded
"I have four hundred, I don't care about a few losses."
>The stallion was about to hand you back five leftover tickets, but you gestured them away with a hoof.
"Keep the extras as a tip" you winked at the stallion
>With your eye you fucking pervert.
>"Alright Nonny, let's go home." Purple said, eager to leave the stained carpet and loud foals running around and arguing over whose turn it was to play one of the various machines.
>The place had really filled up in the past hour.
>Twilight magicked the boxes over to the two of you, and you spent the small moment before teleportation to relish your victory.
>Bribing the worker to be an asshole was your best idea yet.
>"Alright kid, you've got 4015 tickets. What would you like?" the worker asked gruffly
>Could probably only count to 40 without using pen and paper
>Brainlets GTFO
>Well, time to cash in on your efforts and get that plastic billiard set
>You gazed over the various prizes one last time
>Or…
>A devious idea formed in your head
"I want four hundred and one bouncy balls."
>You saw Purple's right eye begin to twitch erratically
>"Haha, that's a good one Anon." Twilight tried to laugh it off, "But you still want the pool table, right?"
"No."
>"Anon, be reasonable, that many-"
"I want balls!" you demanded, ready to fall onto your back and commence kicking and screeching
>"Nonny, please, mommy's had a hard week, and she's very tired-"
>You made a quiet but high-pitched growling noise, ready to REE at a moment's notice
>She must have heard you, and gave up with that tired expression of defeat
>"*sigh* Four-hundred-and-one bouncy balls, please."
>The counter worker just looked at her with pity
>The employee hauled two large cardboard cases onto the counter, marked with various ID codes and a label prominently featuring "200 JUMBO BOUNCE TOYS" and information on the manufacturer
>"Alright, here's all of them." he paused. "Oh, right."
>He grabbed a ball from the case and slid it over to you
>Each ball was about an inch in diameter, semi-translucent and colored differently, sometimes a mix between two colors, with a rubbery texture
>"Nonny, maybe you should reconsider the pool table? You're just going to lose all the balls anyway." Twilight pleaded
"I have four hundred, I don't care about a few losses."
>The stallion was about to hand you back five leftover tickets, but you gestured them away with a hoof.
"Keep the extras as a tip" you winked at the stallion
>With your eye you fucking pervert.
>"Alright Nonny, let's go home." Purple said, eager to leave the stained carpet and loud foals running around and arguing over whose turn it was to play one of the various machines.
>The place had really filled up in the past hour.
>Twilight magicked the boxes over to the two of you, and you spent the small moment before teleportation to relish your victory.
>Bribing the worker to be an asshole was your best idea yet.
>>119704
>Be Starlight Glimmer
>You stood afore the Friendship castle doors, eager to have some fun
>Anon was apparently out of the castle for the day, so Twilight had invited you over for 'a good time'
>Ever since the last date things had slowly escalated between the two of you- privately, of course
>The things she could do with her horn
>wetcrotch.jpeg
>She was also very… kinky
>The most obvious being her MILF fetish
>But not banging a milf like any normal pony
>Being the milf
>Didn't really matter though, it was just a little foreplay
>You rap the doors twice with a hoof, and Twilight audibly teleported into the foyer
>But instead of immediately opening the door, you heard her positioning herself for your arrival
>The door swung open, and Twilight stood wearing an apron, leaning against the wall on her back hooves in a position she imagined was seductive.
>"Oh my, you're here so early. Why, I haven't even started dinner yet." she said in a sultry tone
>She'd been very specific about the time.
"Well *ach-hem *" you coughed, playing along, "you could always buy your foal pizza"
>"That'll work. Anon looooves pizza.", still in that porn-star voice
>This was honestly the weirdest foreplay you'd ever been a part of.
>Weirder than the mare with the 'capitalist-converting-commie-with-sex' one
>Twilight moves aside and back onto four legs, walking towards the staircase
>"I just need to finish a couple of chores before I'm… ready."
>You walked up the staircase to the third floor, watching Twilight's butt shake with every step
>theasswasfat.png
>You reached the hallway where her bedroom was, but instead of going straight to her room, she stopped at the door to Anon's room (???)
>"I just need to clean up my filly's things." she said in that breathy 'seductive' voice, swinging open the door
>Peering inside, the floor was scattered with toys that had obviously been placed there intentionally by Twilight, too equidistant and too randomized
>She bent over, grabbing each toy individually and putting it in a toy chest at an excruciating slow pace
"Here, I'll help." you volunteered, eager to get to the lewd
>"Oh, I'd love some… help around the house, it's so hard being a single mother." she replied over her shoulder, emphasizing the last word and slightly wagging her hips
>You bent over to pick up some sort of toy, but didn't pay attention to your hooves while doing so.
>Your forward-left hoof landed on some sort of ball, and slid out towards your hind legs
>To make matters worse, in attempting to recover from the loss in balance, your right foreleg stretched forward, landing on another rubber ball, which also shot backwards
>'How many of these things did Anon have?' was your last thought as you rapidly fell forward, banging your forehead against the surprisingly-sharp corner of said toy chest with a *thunk!*
>You could hear Twilight rapidly spin on the soft carpet
>"Glimmer? Glimmer, are you okay?" she worriedly asked in her normal voice
>You roll onto your back, feeling a warm liquid trail down your face, right below your horn. Through your dizziness you manage to feel a significant amount of pain
"I- I think I need to go to the hospital."
>Twilight sighed in both disappointment and resignation
>"Alright, I'll teleport us in."
>Be Starlight Glimmer
>You stood afore the Friendship castle doors, eager to have some fun
>Anon was apparently out of the castle for the day, so Twilight had invited you over for 'a good time'
>Ever since the last date things had slowly escalated between the two of you- privately, of course
>The things she could do with her horn
>wetcrotch.jpeg
>She was also very… kinky
>The most obvious being her MILF fetish
>But not banging a milf like any normal pony
>Being the milf
>Didn't really matter though, it was just a little foreplay
>You rap the doors twice with a hoof, and Twilight audibly teleported into the foyer
>But instead of immediately opening the door, you heard her positioning herself for your arrival
>The door swung open, and Twilight stood wearing an apron, leaning against the wall on her back hooves in a position she imagined was seductive.
>"Oh my, you're here so early. Why, I haven't even started dinner yet." she said in a sultry tone
>She'd been very specific about the time.
"Well *ach-hem *" you coughed, playing along, "you could always buy your foal pizza"
>"That'll work. Anon looooves pizza.", still in that porn-star voice
>This was honestly the weirdest foreplay you'd ever been a part of.
>Weirder than the mare with the 'capitalist-converting-commie-with-sex' one
>Twilight moves aside and back onto four legs, walking towards the staircase
>"I just need to finish a couple of chores before I'm… ready."
>You walked up the staircase to the third floor, watching Twilight's butt shake with every step
>theasswasfat.png
>You reached the hallway where her bedroom was, but instead of going straight to her room, she stopped at the door to Anon's room (???)
>"I just need to clean up my filly's things." she said in that breathy 'seductive' voice, swinging open the door
>Peering inside, the floor was scattered with toys that had obviously been placed there intentionally by Twilight, too equidistant and too randomized
>She bent over, grabbing each toy individually and putting it in a toy chest at an excruciating slow pace
"Here, I'll help." you volunteered, eager to get to the lewd
>"Oh, I'd love some… help around the house, it's so hard being a single mother." she replied over her shoulder, emphasizing the last word and slightly wagging her hips
>You bent over to pick up some sort of toy, but didn't pay attention to your hooves while doing so.
>Your forward-left hoof landed on some sort of ball, and slid out towards your hind legs
>To make matters worse, in attempting to recover from the loss in balance, your right foreleg stretched forward, landing on another rubber ball, which also shot backwards
>'How many of these things did Anon have?' was your last thought as you rapidly fell forward, banging your forehead against the surprisingly-sharp corner of said toy chest with a *thunk!*
>You could hear Twilight rapidly spin on the soft carpet
>"Glimmer? Glimmer, are you okay?" she worriedly asked in her normal voice
>You roll onto your back, feeling a warm liquid trail down your face, right below your horn. Through your dizziness you manage to feel a significant amount of pain
"I- I think I need to go to the hospital."
>Twilight sighed in both disappointment and resignation
>"Alright, I'll teleport us in."
>>119705
>Be Anon
>Sitting in school, bored out of your mind
>Learning about long division
>God, it had been so long since you'd used that; you'd actually forgotten about its existence
>You'd reached the point where you could just approximate values in your head and fill the remainder like any good engineer
>stemmasterrace.png
>You'd put on the earmuffs you'd been given for 'auditory sensitivity issues' and were drawing with crayons
>The rest of your class had already been told you were autistic
>You look over to Aryanne at the other side of the room
>Aryanne, Aryanne, wherefore art thou Aryan?
>She was such a cute.
>Looking straight at the teacher, not noticing your gaze
>Fuckin Purple, splitting you up because you said 'zigger'
>You turn away, not wanting to be creepy
>(Christian) God, when when would you be allowed to leave?
>Your life was so boring
>Twilight was probably having so much fun right now
>Be Anon
>Sitting in school, bored out of your mind
>Learning about long division
>God, it had been so long since you'd used that; you'd actually forgotten about its existence
>You'd reached the point where you could just approximate values in your head and fill the remainder like any good engineer
>stemmasterrace.png
>You'd put on the earmuffs you'd been given for 'auditory sensitivity issues' and were drawing with crayons
>The rest of your class had already been told you were autistic
>You look over to Aryanne at the other side of the room
>Aryanne, Aryanne, wherefore art thou Aryan?
>She was such a cute.
>Looking straight at the teacher, not noticing your gaze
>Fuckin Purple, splitting you up because you said 'zigger'
>You turn away, not wanting to be creepy
>(Christian) God, when when would you be allowed to leave?
>Your life was so boring
>Twilight was probably having so much fun right now
>>119706
>Be Twilight
>Sitting in Glimmer's hospital room
>Both of you were snootle-deep in books, not wanting to talk or even look at each other out of embarrassment
>Pussyblocked by bouncy balls
>You knew those were gonna bite you in the flank someday
>Just as you reached the chapter wherein Felix Faust challenges Lightheart to a wizards' duel, the curtain was dressed aside, a familiar nurse looking at a clipboard
>"Okay, so it says here that she suffered dermal damage and a concussion after hitting the corner of a chest" Redheart said, "And you've obviously been bandaged below your horn, so it seems your primary treatment has been applied. Do you have any headaches? Any other symptoms"
>"Just a little headache. Nothing to worry about." Glimmer answered nonchalantly
>"Alright, well I'm gonna discharge you Ms. Glimmer. I recommend reapplying those bandages every three hours, or when they show signs of deterioration. And if your headache gets worse, or you show any more symptoms, come straight back here. Got it?"
"Yes Nurse. Redheart" you answered, eager to get home."
>Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for lewd if you sent Anon to Button's house
>Nurse Redheart pulled out a wheelchair from the hall, pushing it next to Glimmer's bed
>"Now I know you don't need this, but hospital policy states that all patients must be wheeled outside."
"I understand. Are you ready Glimmer?"
>"Yep. Let's get going."
>Be Twilight
>Sitting in Glimmer's hospital room
>Both of you were snootle-deep in books, not wanting to talk or even look at each other out of embarrassment
>Pussyblocked by bouncy balls
>You knew those were gonna bite you in the flank someday
>Just as you reached the chapter wherein Felix Faust challenges Lightheart to a wizards' duel, the curtain was dressed aside, a familiar nurse looking at a clipboard
>"Okay, so it says here that she suffered dermal damage and a concussion after hitting the corner of a chest" Redheart said, "And you've obviously been bandaged below your horn, so it seems your primary treatment has been applied. Do you have any headaches? Any other symptoms"
>"Just a little headache. Nothing to worry about." Glimmer answered nonchalantly
>"Alright, well I'm gonna discharge you Ms. Glimmer. I recommend reapplying those bandages every three hours, or when they show signs of deterioration. And if your headache gets worse, or you show any more symptoms, come straight back here. Got it?"
"Yes Nurse. Redheart" you answered, eager to get home."
>Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for lewd if you sent Anon to Button's house
>Nurse Redheart pulled out a wheelchair from the hall, pushing it next to Glimmer's bed
>"Now I know you don't need this, but hospital policy states that all patients must be wheeled outside."
"I understand. Are you ready Glimmer?"
>"Yep. Let's get going."
>>119707
>Be Anon
>You slammed open the door to the Friendship Castle, tired after a long day of doing nothing
>Button couldn't play because his mom had to go to work early since it was a Friday
>You had a backup plan with Snips, you just had to tell Twilight where you were going
>She wouldn't say no to you making friends
"TWIIIILIGHT! I'M HOME!"
>…
>No response. Maybe she was on a friendship quest
>You trot over to the kitchen, eager to dive into a plate of freshly-baked cookies
>Purple was going to make some today; she had told you so while you were snout-deep in your Chocolate Frosted Hay Bombs
>You hop onto a stool and peer over the counter
>There were a couple of pans with unbaked cookie dough scooped out into spheres
>No cookies???? This was foal abuse!
"TWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILIIIIIIIGHT!!"
>You heard a muffled response
>"Where….you…need…hurry…..upstairs!"
>You gallop up the stairs, ready to confront your abuser
>NO choccy-chip cookies? What an outrage!
"Hey! Where are you???"
>"In the guest room!" you heard a voice
>Eventually you reach the guest room (damn huge crystal den) and swin gopen the door to see GlimGlam laying on the bed, with Twilight replacing some sort of gauze on her forehead
>You decide to take initiative
"…Twilight, what is wrong with you?"
>The verbal attack registered no response from the collar, as expected
>She turned her head, a very displeased expression taking over her face
>"Excuse me???"
"You promised cookies. The only thing keeping me going today was the thought of biting into fresh, chocolately cookies when I came home."
>Glimmer looked out the window, suddenly enraptured by Ponyville's architecture
"This is basically the Holocaust. Except I don't deserve this."
>Twilight tilted her head in confusion
>They didn't have a Holocaust? What did they do with the griffins?
>"Anon, I'm sorry, I had to go to the hospital. I know I made a promise; I'll make it up to you."
"…Choccy milkshakes?"
>She rubbed the top of your head with a hoof
>"Chocolate milkshakes. Now I need you out of the house, I'm giving Starlight a… friendship lesson. Hopefully."
>You were fine with that.
>Time to initiate the next step of your master plan
>Be Anon
>You slammed open the door to the Friendship Castle, tired after a long day of doing nothing
>Button couldn't play because his mom had to go to work early since it was a Friday
>You had a backup plan with Snips, you just had to tell Twilight where you were going
>She wouldn't say no to you making friends
"TWIIIILIGHT! I'M HOME!"
>…
>No response. Maybe she was on a friendship quest
>You trot over to the kitchen, eager to dive into a plate of freshly-baked cookies
>Purple was going to make some today; she had told you so while you were snout-deep in your Chocolate Frosted Hay Bombs
>You hop onto a stool and peer over the counter
>There were a couple of pans with unbaked cookie dough scooped out into spheres
>No cookies???? This was foal abuse!
"TWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILIIIIIIIGHT!!"
>You heard a muffled response
>"Where….you…need…hurry…..upstairs!"
>You gallop up the stairs, ready to confront your abuser
>NO choccy-chip cookies? What an outrage!
"Hey! Where are you???"
>"In the guest room!" you heard a voice
>Eventually you reach the guest room (damn huge crystal den) and swin gopen the door to see GlimGlam laying on the bed, with Twilight replacing some sort of gauze on her forehead
>You decide to take initiative
"…Twilight, what is wrong with you?"
>The verbal attack registered no response from the collar, as expected
>She turned her head, a very displeased expression taking over her face
>"Excuse me???"
"You promised cookies. The only thing keeping me going today was the thought of biting into fresh, chocolately cookies when I came home."
>Glimmer looked out the window, suddenly enraptured by Ponyville's architecture
"This is basically the Holocaust. Except I don't deserve this."
>Twilight tilted her head in confusion
>They didn't have a Holocaust? What did they do with the griffins?
>"Anon, I'm sorry, I had to go to the hospital. I know I made a promise; I'll make it up to you."
"…Choccy milkshakes?"
>She rubbed the top of your head with a hoof
>"Chocolate milkshakes. Now I need you out of the house, I'm giving Starlight a… friendship lesson. Hopefully."
>You were fine with that.
>Time to initiate the next step of your master plan
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>>119713
It's good to have you back.
Holy shit, I didn't even know pastebin had a character limit. Wow.
It's good to have you back.
Holy shit, I didn't even know pastebin had a character limit. Wow.
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>>119724
>Ywn be a financial burden on Twilight as you continue to age without ever discovering your talent
>Ywn be kicked out at 20, forced to work a dead-end job at the Hayburger.
>Ywn be forced to serve Twilight every week, her blank stare piercing your broken soul.
>Ywn grow older and older as you watch her come in regularly, the only fluctuating factor being her weight.
>You will never eventually fall terminally ill from an incurable wheat-based disease late in your life.
>Twilight will never stand over your death bed virtually unchanged and give you pic related, not an ounce of remorse in her eyes.
>Knowing she's going to do it again and again.
>Ywn be a financial burden on Twilight as you continue to age without ever discovering your talent
>Ywn be kicked out at 20, forced to work a dead-end job at the Hayburger.
>Ywn be forced to serve Twilight every week, her blank stare piercing your broken soul.
>Ywn grow older and older as you watch her come in regularly, the only fluctuating factor being her weight.
>You will never eventually fall terminally ill from an incurable wheat-based disease late in your life.
>Twilight will never stand over your death bed virtually unchanged and give you pic related, not an ounce of remorse in her eyes.
>Knowing she's going to do it again and again.
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>>119436
Actually, she jumped out of a hospital window while having a hallucinogenic episode.
Cause it was based off my work
Actually, she jumped out of a hospital window while having a hallucinogenic episode.
Cause it was based off my work
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>>119523
Since it is lunch time, and you have no lunch (not that you would need it, as you had two breakfasts), you decide to spend the time socializing. Today, it seems there's only one pony you care to hang around with - Cheerilee. To your surprise, she doesn't seem to have her cutie mark just yet, though given how well she seemed to do in assisting a certain Bulk Biceps during math class, you get the feeling that discovering her special talent is going to come just around the corner. At least considering that she hasn't gone through her ridiculous hair phase.
You approach her at a lunch table, sitting around with a couple of other fillies, one of which is Rarity. Not that she needs too much attention for now.
"Hey… Cheerilee was it?"
<<"Oh, hey. Yeah, that's me. Although I don't recall telling you my name yet."
"Mrs. Sharpener called on you a couple of times in class. You're actually pretty smart, you know."
She fidgets her hooves about.
<<"Well I try to pay attention in classes. It's worth giving the teacher at least that much respect."
"Well yeah, but there's a difference between listening and understanding. I'd say you're probably top of the class here. And it's kind of making me wonder… how it is that a filly so smart can be so cute too?"
As those words leave your lips, the three other fillies at the table all put their hooves over their mouths making a loud "Oooooooo" together. You wouldn't think it possible for a pony with Cheerilee's fur color to show a blush so easily, but she almost instantly proves you wrong. Rarity, being the natural drama queen she is, decides to jump on this.
>"Somepony's got a cruuuuuuuuush."
"Hey, hey. I'm not saying I like her or don't like her. I'm just saying…"
You place a hoof around her and look the rest of the fillies in the eyes, a charming grin across your face.
"…that this filly is so cute she could make an alicorn cry tears of joy."
Everypony around starts giggling again, even Cheerilee.
<<"Okay okay, I think you've made your point. So seeing as you're the new filly here, what kinds of things do you like to do? What brought you to Ponyville?"
Since it is lunch time, and you have no lunch (not that you would need it, as you had two breakfasts), you decide to spend the time socializing. Today, it seems there's only one pony you care to hang around with - Cheerilee. To your surprise, she doesn't seem to have her cutie mark just yet, though given how well she seemed to do in assisting a certain Bulk Biceps during math class, you get the feeling that discovering her special talent is going to come just around the corner. At least considering that she hasn't gone through her ridiculous hair phase.
You approach her at a lunch table, sitting around with a couple of other fillies, one of which is Rarity. Not that she needs too much attention for now.
"Hey… Cheerilee was it?"
<<"Oh, hey. Yeah, that's me. Although I don't recall telling you my name yet."
"Mrs. Sharpener called on you a couple of times in class. You're actually pretty smart, you know."
She fidgets her hooves about.
<<"Well I try to pay attention in classes. It's worth giving the teacher at least that much respect."
"Well yeah, but there's a difference between listening and understanding. I'd say you're probably top of the class here. And it's kind of making me wonder… how it is that a filly so smart can be so cute too?"
As those words leave your lips, the three other fillies at the table all put their hooves over their mouths making a loud "Oooooooo" together. You wouldn't think it possible for a pony with Cheerilee's fur color to show a blush so easily, but she almost instantly proves you wrong. Rarity, being the natural drama queen she is, decides to jump on this.
>"Somepony's got a cruuuuuuuuush."
"Hey, hey. I'm not saying I like her or don't like her. I'm just saying…"
You place a hoof around her and look the rest of the fillies in the eyes, a charming grin across your face.
"…that this filly is so cute she could make an alicorn cry tears of joy."
Everypony around starts giggling again, even Cheerilee.
<<"Okay okay, I think you've made your point. So seeing as you're the new filly here, what kinds of things do you like to do? What brought you to Ponyville?"
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>>119759
Tell a nice, convenient white lie. If they start to ask questions, begin to make the story as fantastical as possible.
>>119759
Tell a nice, convenient white lie. If they start to ask questions, begin to make the story as fantastical as possible.
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>>119772
I can of want to see that. One team could be all earth pony fillies. Another can be a team of unicorn fillies. There could be teams for pegasus fillies, orange fillies, anoncolts, and so many more.
I can of want to see that. One team could be all earth pony fillies. Another can be a team of unicorn fillies. There could be teams for pegasus fillies, orange fillies, anoncolts, and so many more.
>>119535
>Sounds like the setup you would get from some NPC in a D&D campaign you would have designed a few years back.
>You really try to listen in simply for the sake of politeness, but your memories of this are likely going to be pretty foggy regardless.
>To your surprise instead of taking the Necromorphic route, League's story goes for the delusional serial killer route, which is a welcome change, even if it makes the character a bit less sympathetic.
>Well, true immortality would suck dick regardless.
>Biological immortality would be interesting, but the only ones you know to have ever achieved such a feat have armed guards regulating every aspect of their lives.
>Excepting one, that is.
>You still don't know how Twilight got away with that.
>Maybe it was due to the fact that most ponies were incredibly pacifistic.
>But you should never use that as an excuse to bar your own protection.
>Maybe she has that much faith in her combat abilities.
>Maybe she hasn't read all of the books in her library.
>You recall one time coming across a book entitled 'The Blood of Immortals,' unfiled and in a state of mild disarray.
>You had taken it back to your home to look over, it's not as if she would have noticed a single missing book in a stack of hundreds that were unfiled.
>You were expecting a dusty essay on the lives of the princesses, but when you first turned the torn cover you found a notice about 'Disturbing Material.'
>Never one to shy away from what lesbian horses considered to be disturbing, you dug in eagerly to find more than what you could ever hoped for.
>Instead of a traditional index of chapters or sections, you were greeted with a list of names.
>None you recognized, but there was one distinct similarity.
>They were all the names of ponies.
>You flipped to the edgiest sounding name in the book and took a gander.
>'Name: Compound Fracture. Occupation: Emergency Medical Technician. Race: Unicorn. Talent Approximation: Applied Alchemy.'
>The next paragraph detailed how the pony had snuck into the castle under the guise of a security guard and attempted to dope Celestia's tea with a high enough dosage of Fentanil to kill a manticore.
>Execution wasn't a punishment deemed ethical by Equestrian Law, so she was quietly exiled.
>Apparently the only reason she wasn't able to properly carry out her plan was a slight change in the schedule that had moved the first tea break five minutes back.
>She had been found the next morning with her head blown half-open, which was ruled an arcane suicide.
>Yadda yadda, guard released from duty for failure to follow protocol…
>Apparently a simple string had been burned into the wall before she had offed herself.
>It read: _!% )%}} _"}}- (_ \[&|[@!_
>Odd, likely a final attempt to fuck with the system, as the key was never found.
>You doubt it was really meant for them, either way.
>League appears to be wrapping up her story, so you give her your full attention.
>"And as the final Celestian missionary's life faded, so did the princess's final threads of sanity. The creatures in the forest below heard a mad cry, a sickening snap and then nothing."
>Though you only half paid attention, it seemed to be a pretty good story.
>League certainly didn't have interests that aligned with the other fillies you had known, but that was part of why you liked her.
>You give her a couple of hoof-claps.
>"Alright, you suggested I tell a scary story, now it's your turn."
>Input action.
I have some time left before I'm going to turn in for the night. If I get enough suggestions, I might be able to knock out another update.
>Sounds like the setup you would get from some NPC in a D&D campaign you would have designed a few years back.
>You really try to listen in simply for the sake of politeness, but your memories of this are likely going to be pretty foggy regardless.
>To your surprise instead of taking the Necromorphic route, League's story goes for the delusional serial killer route, which is a welcome change, even if it makes the character a bit less sympathetic.
>Well, true immortality would suck dick regardless.
>Biological immortality would be interesting, but the only ones you know to have ever achieved such a feat have armed guards regulating every aspect of their lives.
>Excepting one, that is.
>You still don't know how Twilight got away with that.
>Maybe it was due to the fact that most ponies were incredibly pacifistic.
>But you should never use that as an excuse to bar your own protection.
>Maybe she has that much faith in her combat abilities.
>Maybe she hasn't read all of the books in her library.
>You recall one time coming across a book entitled 'The Blood of Immortals,' unfiled and in a state of mild disarray.
>You had taken it back to your home to look over, it's not as if she would have noticed a single missing book in a stack of hundreds that were unfiled.
>You were expecting a dusty essay on the lives of the princesses, but when you first turned the torn cover you found a notice about 'Disturbing Material.'
>Never one to shy away from what lesbian horses considered to be disturbing, you dug in eagerly to find more than what you could ever hoped for.
>Instead of a traditional index of chapters or sections, you were greeted with a list of names.
>None you recognized, but there was one distinct similarity.
>They were all the names of ponies.
>You flipped to the edgiest sounding name in the book and took a gander.
>'Name: Compound Fracture. Occupation: Emergency Medical Technician. Race: Unicorn. Talent Approximation: Applied Alchemy.'
>The next paragraph detailed how the pony had snuck into the castle under the guise of a security guard and attempted to dope Celestia's tea with a high enough dosage of Fentanil to kill a manticore.
>Execution wasn't a punishment deemed ethical by Equestrian Law, so she was quietly exiled.
>Apparently the only reason she wasn't able to properly carry out her plan was a slight change in the schedule that had moved the first tea break five minutes back.
>She had been found the next morning with her head blown half-open, which was ruled an arcane suicide.
>Yadda yadda, guard released from duty for failure to follow protocol…
>Apparently a simple string had been burned into the wall before she had offed herself.
>It read: _!% )%}} _"}}- (_ \[&|[@!_
>Odd, likely a final attempt to fuck with the system, as the key was never found.
>You doubt it was really meant for them, either way.
>League appears to be wrapping up her story, so you give her your full attention.
>"And as the final Celestian missionary's life faded, so did the princess's final threads of sanity. The creatures in the forest below heard a mad cry, a sickening snap and then nothing."
>Though you only half paid attention, it seemed to be a pretty good story.
>League certainly didn't have interests that aligned with the other fillies you had known, but that was part of why you liked her.
>You give her a couple of hoof-claps.
>"Alright, you suggested I tell a scary story, now it's your turn."
>Input action.
I have some time left before I'm going to turn in for the night. If I get enough suggestions, I might be able to knock out another update.
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>>119780
>The other teams just let them win
>The babbies never figure this out
>After winning the championship, they all try to lift up the trophy together
>It careens over and lands on one babby
>Commence crying and a rapid response from her momfu
>The other teams just let them win
>The babbies never figure this out
>After winning the championship, they all try to lift up the trophy together
>It careens over and lands on one babby
>Commence crying and a rapid response from her momfu
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>>119806
13 miles wouldn't work because >nocars, nor Godzilla NES, but possibly Ted's Cave?
Filly reading an SCP at a sleepover has been done before, so it can definitely work. Maybe SCP-140 or SCP-2935
13 miles wouldn't work because >nocars, nor Godzilla NES, but possibly Ted's Cave?
Filly reading an SCP at a sleepover has been done before, so it can definitely work. Maybe SCP-140 or SCP-2935
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why are there no pics of 2 fillies lovingly 69-ing yet?
this is unacceptable!
this is unacceptable!
Mobilefagging currently, so clicking all of your posts would be tedious, but I need rolls with this many suggestions.
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>>119759
"Oh, you know, I like to read, play games, sometimes tell jokes. What about you girls?"
<<"Well I actually like acting, to be honest. It's kind of nice to be up on stage in front of people."
Well jeez, one can only wonder why.
>"Personally, I do a lot of sewing, and occasionally drawing too."
"You'd fit right in in Canterlot"
>"Do you really think so?"
"Yep. It's full of artists. Though if you're not the type for more 'traditional' styles, I've got a friend who thinks she can try her hoof in Manehatten instead."
>"Oooh! Manehatten is just divine. I'm sure she'll love it there."
Perhaps it's better if you leave out the part where she's still a filly, and not accompanied by her mom.
You spend the rest of your break bonding with your new friends, trying to keep the conversation on their interests to avoid letting anyone know too much about yourself. Rarity pressures you a little about why you would want to come to Ponyville from Canterlot, so you make up an easy to believe lie - your mom got a cushy government job here, and the rent's cheaper. In retrospect, that might not be a lie. You were relocated by the government, so presumably Celstia's paying a living stipend, and the rent of zero bits per month is pretty damn cheap. But surely the details about changelings in Canterlot can be kept secret. After all, it's probably a state secret. Probably.
The bell rings soon enough, and you're back in class again, this time studying history. This lecture focuses on the founding of Ponyville, or rather, its first few decades after starting out as a very small farming town. You're pretty sure it's still a rather small farming town, it's just that it now has a bakery and a schoolhouse.
The relatively boring lecture ends soon enough, leaving you free to figure out what to do. On one hand, you promised Applejack you'd play hoofball with her. On the other, you'd really like to spend some more time with Cheerilee. Beyond that, there were some other ponies you wanted to meet at some point or another, although you could probably put that off for now.
"Oh, you know, I like to read, play games, sometimes tell jokes. What about you girls?"
<<"Well I actually like acting, to be honest. It's kind of nice to be up on stage in front of people."
Well jeez, one can only wonder why.
>"Personally, I do a lot of sewing, and occasionally drawing too."
"You'd fit right in in Canterlot"
>"Do you really think so?"
"Yep. It's full of artists. Though if you're not the type for more 'traditional' styles, I've got a friend who thinks she can try her hoof in Manehatten instead."
>"Oooh! Manehatten is just divine. I'm sure she'll love it there."
Perhaps it's better if you leave out the part where she's still a filly, and not accompanied by her mom.
You spend the rest of your break bonding with your new friends, trying to keep the conversation on their interests to avoid letting anyone know too much about yourself. Rarity pressures you a little about why you would want to come to Ponyville from Canterlot, so you make up an easy to believe lie - your mom got a cushy government job here, and the rent's cheaper. In retrospect, that might not be a lie. You were relocated by the government, so presumably Celstia's paying a living stipend, and the rent of zero bits per month is pretty damn cheap. But surely the details about changelings in Canterlot can be kept secret. After all, it's probably a state secret. Probably.
The bell rings soon enough, and you're back in class again, this time studying history. This lecture focuses on the founding of Ponyville, or rather, its first few decades after starting out as a very small farming town. You're pretty sure it's still a rather small farming town, it's just that it now has a bakery and a schoolhouse.
The relatively boring lecture ends soon enough, leaving you free to figure out what to do. On one hand, you promised Applejack you'd play hoofball with her. On the other, you'd really like to spend some more time with Cheerilee. Beyond that, there were some other ponies you wanted to meet at some point or another, although you could probably put that off for now.
>>119713
you have 88,719 words in the first one, and almost 50 thousand characters, I'm guessing 50 thousand exactly is the limit?
you have 88,719 words in the first one, and almost 50 thousand characters, I'm guessing 50 thousand exactly is the limit?
>>119713
Ah yes, here we are:
The limit is 500KB exactly, but with a pro account the limit is 10MB
since pasetbin allows for unicode, each character can be 1 to 4 bytes, so… I don't know how you achieved 10 times the size.
Ah yes, here we are:
The limit is 500KB exactly, but with a pro account the limit is 10MB
since pasetbin allows for unicode, each character can be 1 to 4 bytes, so… I don't know how you achieved 10 times the size.
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>>119849
Pastebin only allows 500K? Well I'm at 193K thus far. May need to create a multipart thing if I get too big…
Pastebin only allows 500K? Well I'm at 193K thus far. May need to create a multipart thing if I get too big…
>>119825
Obviously invite Cheerilee and Rarity to play hoofball with you. You don't want to be rude to your new friends.
[ 1d100 = 41 ]
Obviously invite Cheerilee and Rarity to play hoofball with you. You don't want to be rude to your new friends.
[ 1d100 = 41 ]
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>Be Starswirl. You were woken up by the sun's beams when they were many enough to pass through your eyelids. You lied wrapped in a blanket in a minor clearing in the everfree forest. You began to stretch out your limbs when you bumped into a small, furry lump that was huddled up next to you. You looked down at the lump and saw that it was your apprentice, the colt prince Sombra of the Crystal Empire. He was sleeping peacefully in your embrace.
>He had light grey, a zink-grey color for his fur and a pitch black mane and tail. His mane was thick quite long. You had to remind yourself to get him a haircut. Even though his mane was long, his face was still very visible since this mane was combed backward. It was a bit billowy.
>You softly shook him out of his slumber. He blinked and yawned. He looked up at you with tired eyes. Then when it looked like he was about to go back to sleep, he shook awake and pushed himself away from you with his hooves. He had a large blush on his face. He clenched his teeth together and glare in the general direction. He was about to stand up and when you put a hoof on his shoulder.
"Don't you fret it. It is nothing to be embarrassed by. I don't mind you sleeping next to me. This is a dangerous forest after all," you said.
"I am not scared," he said, instantly and a bit louder than necessary.
>You were about to ask him why then he didn't sleep on the spot he had fallen asleep in the night before and why his blanket was still there. However, you didn't want to push it. You were pretty sure he knew that you knew that he was not being honest.
>You weren't sure about how you were going to go about teaching him. You had taught in magic before but that was mostly for young stallions and for a few young mares, who were an exception due to their often peculiar cutie marks. You had not taught a foal before neither had you been private teaching nor had you any experience in teaching in such an intimated relationship. You had been given the job by the King of the crystal empire and because of that, you couldn't decline. You had voiced your objection though, that if you were teaching a foal, you wouldn't have time for your research and you were one of his top mages. Your research was no doubt important for the empire. The king, however, had prioritized his son's education over possible future discoveries but he had made a compromise with you since he felt sympathetic towards your endeavor to research. You could continue with your research as long as his son was taught the things that he should and that you brought him along where ever you went. He had thought it would be educational for him to study you as worked. So now, you were practically his caretaker.
>He had light grey, a zink-grey color for his fur and a pitch black mane and tail. His mane was thick quite long. You had to remind yourself to get him a haircut. Even though his mane was long, his face was still very visible since this mane was combed backward. It was a bit billowy.
>You softly shook him out of his slumber. He blinked and yawned. He looked up at you with tired eyes. Then when it looked like he was about to go back to sleep, he shook awake and pushed himself away from you with his hooves. He had a large blush on his face. He clenched his teeth together and glare in the general direction. He was about to stand up and when you put a hoof on his shoulder.
"Don't you fret it. It is nothing to be embarrassed by. I don't mind you sleeping next to me. This is a dangerous forest after all," you said.
"I am not scared," he said, instantly and a bit louder than necessary.
>You were about to ask him why then he didn't sleep on the spot he had fallen asleep in the night before and why his blanket was still there. However, you didn't want to push it. You were pretty sure he knew that you knew that he was not being honest.
>You weren't sure about how you were going to go about teaching him. You had taught in magic before but that was mostly for young stallions and for a few young mares, who were an exception due to their often peculiar cutie marks. You had not taught a foal before neither had you been private teaching nor had you any experience in teaching in such an intimated relationship. You had been given the job by the King of the crystal empire and because of that, you couldn't decline. You had voiced your objection though, that if you were teaching a foal, you wouldn't have time for your research and you were one of his top mages. Your research was no doubt important for the empire. The king, however, had prioritized his son's education over possible future discoveries but he had made a compromise with you since he felt sympathetic towards your endeavor to research. You could continue with your research as long as his son was taught the things that he should and that you brought him along where ever you went. He had thought it would be educational for him to study you as worked. So now, you were practically his caretaker.
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>>119616
>I do find it somewhat difficult to express myself.
I might not be the expert on expressing yourself but i will give the few advise I know. I know lovecraft made an effort in finding the most fitting words for what he wrote about. As in, if a man is drunk and walks down a street, you can either write that, "He walks down the street" or that, "He stumbled down the street". He also strived to describe things exacly how they were. So I guess that is a way to write but there are many styles of writting. I think that the style effects the way things are expressed or described. So I guess chosing a style to present what you write is something you could do.
>I also feel that I don't have the time to write.
I can relate but lately I got an advise from my sempai that overscheduling actually could lead to increased efficency. But I obviously don't know your schedule so I don't know what you have time for. I don't know which position writting has in your list of prioritise but if you could manage to put a half-hour on writting each day you would eventually reach a story's conclusion.
>I have a very hard time shaping the plot for a story beyond the initial premise.
How about making it simple for you in the begining. Like I am doing for myself right now. If you write your story around somekind of moral or message, then you only have to make a character with the exact oppsite point of view from that moral and make that character change their view during the story. Let's say, for an example, your moral is that, you should do the job that you are fit for. Then You can have a girl character who wants to do a job that she is unqualified for and as she fails at, for example, some tough manual labour, she comes to the realisation that she is not cut out for this. Then we have reached our conclusion and your story can be just about filling in the gaps inbetween. It doesn't have to be harder than that. At least I don't think so. (also i know that I am repeting myself.)
Or if you want you could help me or work with me writting on the story that I am writting here. You are obviously better than I am in all the different sections of the english language.
I hope this helped in someway.
>>119712
Okay, it thought you were because you had similar taste in music.
>>119713
When you speak of the devil. Also nice to have you back. >>119609
>I do find it somewhat difficult to express myself.
I might not be the expert on expressing yourself but i will give the few advise I know. I know lovecraft made an effort in finding the most fitting words for what he wrote about. As in, if a man is drunk and walks down a street, you can either write that, "He walks down the street" or that, "He stumbled down the street". He also strived to describe things exacly how they were. So I guess that is a way to write but there are many styles of writting. I think that the style effects the way things are expressed or described. So I guess chosing a style to present what you write is something you could do.
>I also feel that I don't have the time to write.
I can relate but lately I got an advise from my sempai that overscheduling actually could lead to increased efficency. But I obviously don't know your schedule so I don't know what you have time for. I don't know which position writting has in your list of prioritise but if you could manage to put a half-hour on writting each day you would eventually reach a story's conclusion.
>I have a very hard time shaping the plot for a story beyond the initial premise.
How about making it simple for you in the begining. Like I am doing for myself right now. If you write your story around somekind of moral or message, then you only have to make a character with the exact oppsite point of view from that moral and make that character change their view during the story. Let's say, for an example, your moral is that, you should do the job that you are fit for. Then You can have a girl character who wants to do a job that she is unqualified for and as she fails at, for example, some tough manual labour, she comes to the realisation that she is not cut out for this. Then we have reached our conclusion and your story can be just about filling in the gaps inbetween. It doesn't have to be harder than that. At least I don't think so. (also i know that I am repeting myself.)
Or if you want you could help me or work with me writting on the story that I am writting here. You are obviously better than I am in all the different sections of the english language.
I hope this helped in someway.
>>119712
Okay, it thought you were because you had similar taste in music.
>>119713
When you speak of the devil. Also nice to have you back. >>119609
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>>119880
If someone could edit the orange shirt filly to have a /mlp/ jersey it d be great
If not, ill try my hand at it someday but no promises, for now have a purple boop and a pedo boop
If someone could edit the orange shirt filly to have a /mlp/ jersey it d be great
If not, ill try my hand at it someday but no promises, for now have a purple boop and a pedo boop
i want to gently kiss another filly while we rub our chest fluff against each other's
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>>119929
I compared it to 2 pics i found of her so I assumed that was right
Never really been to her threads but that s no excuse, i ll be committing sudoku now, brb
I compared it to 2 pics i found of her so I assumed that was right
Never really been to her threads but that s no excuse, i ll be committing sudoku now, brb
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Walking out on a promise to Applejack would be pretty low. You're not sure if she's still going to be the Element of Honesty, given the amount of changes you've allowed to happen in this world, but she's still a pretty honest pony, and doesn't deserve to be stood up. That said, you still want to hang out with Cheerilee. Fortunately, you realize there's a pretty simple solution to this whole endeavor.
"Hey Cheers, Rares, you want to play hoofball with me and Applejack?
They shrug.
>"Sure, why not?"
<<"I wouldn't mind. If you haven't played with Applejack before though, you should be warned. She's pretty dang good."
Then you'll just have to be better. You're not sure how athletic your filly body is, but you know that you're an Earth pony, and Earth ponies are supposed to be naturally strong. Maybe you're stronger than you think?
You catch up with Applejack pretty quickly as you head over to Sweet Apple Acres. She was originally planning on having you do a 2 on 2 with her and Big Macintosh facing you and her friend Carrot Top. But since you brought 2 friends with you, it would be a 3 on 3. She notes that with those numbers, it might actually be possible for each of the teams to have a designated goalie.
At that point, you knew that this was basically just soccer. When you reach the farm, Applejack heads into the barn and drags out two goal posts and a soccer ball. Yep, you knew exactly what to do. You huddle up with your two new team mates as Applejack and Big Mac set up the field.
<<"Alright, so who's our defense, and who's going for the goal shots?"
"Hey Cheers, Rares, you want to play hoofball with me and Applejack?
They shrug.
>"Sure, why not?"
<<"I wouldn't mind. If you haven't played with Applejack before though, you should be warned. She's pretty dang good."
Then you'll just have to be better. You're not sure how athletic your filly body is, but you know that you're an Earth pony, and Earth ponies are supposed to be naturally strong. Maybe you're stronger than you think?
You catch up with Applejack pretty quickly as you head over to Sweet Apple Acres. She was originally planning on having you do a 2 on 2 with her and Big Macintosh facing you and her friend Carrot Top. But since you brought 2 friends with you, it would be a 3 on 3. She notes that with those numbers, it might actually be possible for each of the teams to have a designated goalie.
At that point, you knew that this was basically just soccer. When you reach the farm, Applejack heads into the barn and drags out two goal posts and a soccer ball. Yep, you knew exactly what to do. You huddle up with your two new team mates as Applejack and Big Mac set up the field.
<<"Alright, so who's our defense, and who's going for the goal shots?"
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>>119914
And here I assumed the other way around. Orange jersey for /mlpol/ because orange, blue for /mlp/ because blue board.
And here I assumed the other way around. Orange jersey for /mlpol/ because orange, blue for /mlp/ because blue board.
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>>119958
no u
i had to wear teal scrubs for a whole fuckin year, there is a difference faggot
besides thats clearly ivory, not eggshell you nigger
no u
i had to wear teal scrubs for a whole fuckin year, there is a difference faggot
besides thats clearly ivory, not eggshell you nigger
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>>119972
i know you're clearly a different faggot from your post, faggot
but by responding you've now assumed the role of that faggot and are therefore, a huge faggot
faggot.
i know you're clearly a different faggot from your post, faggot
but by responding you've now assumed the role of that faggot and are therefore, a huge faggot
faggot.
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>>119980
Your freedoms dont apply to me faggot, whachu gonna do faggot? Boop me? Well I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Pegasi SEALS (Super Equestrian Amorous Love Squad), and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Saddle Arabia, and I have over 300 confirmed hugs. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top hugger in the entire Equestrian hooved forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the buck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this planet, mark my bucking words. You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me over the Interneigh? Think again, bucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the country and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your snuggle virginity. You’re bucking cuddled, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can hug you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hooves. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed cuddling, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Royal Equestrian Snuggle Corps and I will use it to its full extent to cuddle your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your bucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will pour love all over you and you will drown in it. You’re bucking dead, faggot
Your freedoms dont apply to me faggot, whachu gonna do faggot? Boop me? Well I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Pegasi SEALS (Super Equestrian Amorous Love Squad), and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Saddle Arabia, and I have over 300 confirmed hugs. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top hugger in the entire Equestrian hooved forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the buck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this planet, mark my bucking words. You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me over the Interneigh? Think again, bucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the country and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your snuggle virginity. You’re bucking cuddled, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can hug you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hooves. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed cuddling, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Royal Equestrian Snuggle Corps and I will use it to its full extent to cuddle your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your bucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will pour love all over you and you will drown in it. You’re bucking dead, faggot
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>>120007
>Implying I have the money to fly over just to call you a faggot face to face and cuddle your sorry fluff
Ill still walk my way right over the Mexico wall though, just you wait faggot
>Implying I have the money to fly over just to call you a faggot face to face and cuddle your sorry fluff
Ill still walk my way right over the Mexico wall though, just you wait faggot
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From /mlp/
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>>120031
>right on the other side of Mexico
What state? I've got a friend living in Brownsville, Texas. Lives very close to the border.
>right on the other side of Mexico
What state? I've got a friend living in Brownsville, Texas. Lives very close to the border.
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>>120041
…I can't believe I didn't think to check that thread and find out myself
th-thanks anyway, anon
…I can't believe I didn't think to check that thread and find out myself
th-thanks anyway, anon
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You look to each of your partners in crime to assess who would be a better goal kicker, and who would be a better goalie. Cheerilee, like you, is an Earth pony, and she seems rather fit too. Rarity, on the other hoof, is frail, and looks a bit more nimble.
"Rares, I want you to play defense. Somehow I get the sense that you're going to be the best of us at the job."
She smiles.
>"I'm always the goalie… and I'm always the best. Good choice."
You give her a quick hoof bump and set out towards center field, silently thanking God for your good intuition. The game starts out soon after. To your surprise, Big Mac is the goalie for Applejack's team.
The game doesn't start out very easy. Applejack is perhaps one of the biggest ball hogs you've ever seen, and it takes a couple of minutes just to keep it out of her hooves. Fortunately, of the three shots she tries taking at your goal, Rarity manages to deflect them all. Eventually, one of them manages to make their way back to Carrot Top, who is a much weaker player by comparison. Cheerilee quickly steals the ball and takes a few tries at the goal, all of which are easily stopped by Big Mac's relatively large frame. He might not be as large as his dad yet, but he's still the biggest wall on the field.
On Cheerilee's second shot, before it makes contact with Big Mac, you see it flying off in a completely different direction. You run towards where you think it's supposed to be and, to your surprise, Big Mac kicks it towards you. It's in your hooves now, and you start dribbling it towards the goal again. You see Applejack coming from the side to attack it, but the ball is still in your hooves. So you pass it to Cheerilee, and Applejack comes right towards where the ball was to try and steal it. She was too late.
At this point, you're starting to see a pattern. Your future sight abilities are working about 5 seconds into the future in this game. You're not sure if this is being done subconsciously or what, but you trust in your special talent and make a few more passes back and forth with Cheerilee to confuse the other team. When you anticipate Big Mac to be distracted, you shoot the ball towards him. True to your expectations, he becomes too busy staring at Cheerilee's flank to notice the ball, and you score.
"GOOOOOAAAALLLL!"
Too bad there aren't any crowds. And so the game goes on without any fanfare. Your psychic abilities come in handy more and more, both on scoring and on playing defense, but Applejack is able to catch up soon enough with a few trick plays of her own, finally managing to score 1 point after 3 of your own goals. Unfortunately for her, this was pretty late into the game, and so you still end up winning 3-1, completely exhausted.
You collapse on the ground, and Applejack offers you a hoof.
>"Great job, Anon. You sure gave me a run for my money."
"Rares, I want you to play defense. Somehow I get the sense that you're going to be the best of us at the job."
She smiles.
>"I'm always the goalie… and I'm always the best. Good choice."
You give her a quick hoof bump and set out towards center field, silently thanking God for your good intuition. The game starts out soon after. To your surprise, Big Mac is the goalie for Applejack's team.
The game doesn't start out very easy. Applejack is perhaps one of the biggest ball hogs you've ever seen, and it takes a couple of minutes just to keep it out of her hooves. Fortunately, of the three shots she tries taking at your goal, Rarity manages to deflect them all. Eventually, one of them manages to make their way back to Carrot Top, who is a much weaker player by comparison. Cheerilee quickly steals the ball and takes a few tries at the goal, all of which are easily stopped by Big Mac's relatively large frame. He might not be as large as his dad yet, but he's still the biggest wall on the field.
On Cheerilee's second shot, before it makes contact with Big Mac, you see it flying off in a completely different direction. You run towards where you think it's supposed to be and, to your surprise, Big Mac kicks it towards you. It's in your hooves now, and you start dribbling it towards the goal again. You see Applejack coming from the side to attack it, but the ball is still in your hooves. So you pass it to Cheerilee, and Applejack comes right towards where the ball was to try and steal it. She was too late.
At this point, you're starting to see a pattern. Your future sight abilities are working about 5 seconds into the future in this game. You're not sure if this is being done subconsciously or what, but you trust in your special talent and make a few more passes back and forth with Cheerilee to confuse the other team. When you anticipate Big Mac to be distracted, you shoot the ball towards him. True to your expectations, he becomes too busy staring at Cheerilee's flank to notice the ball, and you score.
"GOOOOOAAAALLLL!"
Too bad there aren't any crowds. And so the game goes on without any fanfare. Your psychic abilities come in handy more and more, both on scoring and on playing defense, but Applejack is able to catch up soon enough with a few trick plays of her own, finally managing to score 1 point after 3 of your own goals. Unfortunately for her, this was pretty late into the game, and so you still end up winning 3-1, completely exhausted.
You collapse on the ground, and Applejack offers you a hoof.
>"Great job, Anon. You sure gave me a run for my money."
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I want to color one of this picture, which should a choose?
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>>120047
>Big Mac staring at Cheerilee's flank
The joys of playing soccer in the nude.
Accept AJ's hoof up and thank her. Remark that if you ran a hoofball team, you'd want her as your forward.
[ 1d100 = 99 ]
>>119785
Do the legendary 4Chan ghost-puncher! It'll lighten the mood a little. Maybe tell about the pizza delivery anon who delivered pizza to the creepy druggie in the woods.
If Little League gets scared surprise-cuddle her from behind!
[ 1d100 = 56 ]
>>119708
It's been a while since you've updated, this isn't a CYOA, right?
>>119696
Glad to hear you haven't been arrested for posting a lewd picture on a polo spinoff on a Filipino ivory-carving board.
>>120050
#1
>Big Mac staring at Cheerilee's flank
The joys of playing soccer in the nude.
Accept AJ's hoof up and thank her. Remark that if you ran a hoofball team, you'd want her as your forward.
[ 1d100 = 99 ]
>>119785
Do the legendary 4Chan ghost-puncher! It'll lighten the mood a little. Maybe tell about the pizza delivery anon who delivered pizza to the creepy druggie in the woods.
If Little League gets scared surprise-cuddle her from behind!
[ 1d100 = 56 ]
>>119708
It's been a while since you've updated, this isn't a CYOA, right?
>>119696
Glad to hear you haven't been arrested for posting a lewd picture on a polo spinoff on a Filipino ivory-carving board.
>>120050
#1
>>120061
>Remark that if you ran a hoofball team, you'd want her as your forward
No, dumbass. If you say that then you make it obvious you really do know what "Hoofball" is, despite claiming the contrary. [ 1d100 = 51 ]
>Remark that if you ran a hoofball team, you'd want her as your forward
No, dumbass. If you say that then you make it obvious you really do know what "Hoofball" is, despite claiming the contrary. [ 1d100 = 51 ]
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>>120065
The key word being "Forward". If you start using the jargon after feigning ignorance, that's going to look real suspicious.
The key word being "Forward". If you start using the jargon after feigning ignorance, that's going to look real suspicious.
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>>120067
You see, I am ignorant, hence the reason I didn't even have a clue which thing you were talking about
and I'm also the dunce who posted duncefilly.jpg earlier, so now I have to use this pic instead
You see, I am ignorant, hence the reason I didn't even have a clue which thing you were talking about
and I'm also the dunce who posted duncefilly.jpg earlier, so now I have to use this pic instead
New update, more dream shenanigans today. I hope you all enjoy it, and I'm planning on having the plot pick up soon in case you were starting to get bored.
>your dreams start off like most other dreams you've had since you got here
>some location on Earth with some population of creatures from equestria
>but that's not what's important
>you're here for science, and nothing else
>okay, maybe also to keep trying to create the Ultimate Showdown
>baby steps, though
>you try your best to summon a second bed in this dream, not caring where it is as long as it's in front of you
>success!
>you're getting better at this, maybe you should try tomorrow night to summon Godzilla again
>but back to what's at hand, you've got a hypothesis to test
>can someone dream within a dream?
>you get into this bed and close your eyes, trying to force a second layer of sleep to manifest
>as you try to force things to happen, you lose all perception of the dream around you
>is it happening?
>time to open your eyes and see
>you open your eyes to see…
>a completely different area!
>it worked!
>at least, you think it worked!
>only time will tell you if it actually worked
>now, time to see where you are
>as you inspect your environment, you find that you're in a region of the pokemon world
>you're not sure what tells you this, but you feel it
>cool, time to see what trouble you can get into here
>you wander around a bit trying to find a settled area
>towns aren't usually far between routes, and this is a route that's pretty far out-of-the-way by the lack of trainers
>you do see a few pokemon when you step into a field, though
>there's a few pidgey and a couple of pidgeotto
>of course, they're just sitting on trees like regular birds though
>nothing interesting
>just being birds
>let's go somewhere else, shall we?
>you keep going, passing under the pidgeys
>as you move further in to the area you're in, you wonder how this dream will be populated
>with humans, ponies, or just you?
>you don't have to wait long to find out, as you see a town coming up
>this might give you an idea of where you are, too
>you walk into the town and see that it's indeed populated by ponies
>wow, what a surprise
>you still don't see Luna, though
>could this work?
>how do inception rules even work for dreams?
>you never actually saw that movie
>oh well, it's not like that's the fictional universe that you're in
>time to actually do something interesting until you find out!
>you go over to the poke mart and summon yourself some dosh to buy a few pokeballs
>the mare at the register gives you the balls and takes the money without a word
>huh, odd
>but you have some balls, let's catch some mons!
>you head back out into the forest to find some pokemon and start your journey
>you're not finding anything interesting out here
>maybe you can summon in a pokemon more interesting than a pidgey or rattata?
>you think as hard as you can about a charmander to try to summon one here
>does dream summoning work within a dream's dream?
>it worked for the money
>sure enough, when you open your eyes you see a charmander
"Fuck yeah!"
>you can't help but yell that out, seeing that this dream^2 is going to get a lot more fun
>you quickly toss a pokeball at it, and it just calmly accepts the capture
>you've got your starter!
>but wait, isn't this where the rival battle happens?
>luckily for you, there's no condescending Blue/Gary to make an ass of himself by choosing squirtle
>so, you just decide to head back out to the town
>"FACE MY CHALLENGE, FELLOW TRAINER!"
>wait
>WHAT
>you turn around, hoping to not see the exact pony you do see
>your dreams start off like most other dreams you've had since you got here
>some location on Earth with some population of creatures from equestria
>but that's not what's important
>you're here for science, and nothing else
>okay, maybe also to keep trying to create the Ultimate Showdown
>baby steps, though
>you try your best to summon a second bed in this dream, not caring where it is as long as it's in front of you
>success!
>you're getting better at this, maybe you should try tomorrow night to summon Godzilla again
>but back to what's at hand, you've got a hypothesis to test
>can someone dream within a dream?
>you get into this bed and close your eyes, trying to force a second layer of sleep to manifest
>as you try to force things to happen, you lose all perception of the dream around you
>is it happening?
>time to open your eyes and see
>you open your eyes to see…
>a completely different area!
>it worked!
>at least, you think it worked!
>only time will tell you if it actually worked
>now, time to see where you are
>as you inspect your environment, you find that you're in a region of the pokemon world
>you're not sure what tells you this, but you feel it
>cool, time to see what trouble you can get into here
>you wander around a bit trying to find a settled area
>towns aren't usually far between routes, and this is a route that's pretty far out-of-the-way by the lack of trainers
>you do see a few pokemon when you step into a field, though
>there's a few pidgey and a couple of pidgeotto
>of course, they're just sitting on trees like regular birds though
>nothing interesting
>just being birds
>let's go somewhere else, shall we?
>you keep going, passing under the pidgeys
>as you move further in to the area you're in, you wonder how this dream will be populated
>with humans, ponies, or just you?
>you don't have to wait long to find out, as you see a town coming up
>this might give you an idea of where you are, too
>you walk into the town and see that it's indeed populated by ponies
>wow, what a surprise
>you still don't see Luna, though
>could this work?
>how do inception rules even work for dreams?
>you never actually saw that movie
>oh well, it's not like that's the fictional universe that you're in
>time to actually do something interesting until you find out!
>you go over to the poke mart and summon yourself some dosh to buy a few pokeballs
>the mare at the register gives you the balls and takes the money without a word
>huh, odd
>but you have some balls, let's catch some mons!
>you head back out into the forest to find some pokemon and start your journey
>you're not finding anything interesting out here
>maybe you can summon in a pokemon more interesting than a pidgey or rattata?
>you think as hard as you can about a charmander to try to summon one here
>does dream summoning work within a dream's dream?
>it worked for the money
>sure enough, when you open your eyes you see a charmander
"Fuck yeah!"
>you can't help but yell that out, seeing that this dream^2 is going to get a lot more fun
>you quickly toss a pokeball at it, and it just calmly accepts the capture
>you've got your starter!
>but wait, isn't this where the rival battle happens?
>luckily for you, there's no condescending Blue/Gary to make an ass of himself by choosing squirtle
>so, you just decide to head back out to the town
>"FACE MY CHALLENGE, FELLOW TRAINER!"
>wait
>WHAT
>you turn around, hoping to not see the exact pony you do see
>>120082
>be Luna
>Anonymous tried to lock you out, but he only changed his dream by trying to create a second level
>it's like he doesn't even know dream physics
>oh well, at least this is a more interesting dreamscape than the last one
>it has some weird creatures in it that seem to have a special kind of magic
>you figured out even more about this dreamscape by looking inside some of Anonymous's memories
>it wasn't easy since memories are very different to dreams, but it was still within your range of abilities
>just barely, but still
>you ended up figuring out what exactly you're supposed to do here, which is catch and battle with these creatures
>after some searching around, you eventually found a discarded ball and a creature that looked suitable to befriend
>it was a small bluish turtle
>it was easy enough to make friends with, you just found some fruit on a local plant and offered it the fruit
>it accepted the capture, too
>now you have a friend!
"Well, fellow trainer? Will you accept this battle?"
>Anonymous stares at you, obviously surprised and confused
>"Wait, how did you even get here?"
>time to let him down easy
"When you tried to create a second dream level, you only changed your dreamscape. This is a definite improvement though! Now, I see that ball you're carrying. Battle me!"
>Anonymous sighs and throws out his own creature
>"Go, charmander…"
>it's a small red lizard with a plume of fire on its tail
>you don't know what your creature's called
>you did hear it say "squirtle" a few times, but that's about it
"Go, my blue friend!"
>the ball you're carrying opens up and your creature comes out
>Anonymous instantly snaps completely upright, and his eye gets a very obvious twitch
>that looks concerning
"Is something wrong?"
>his reply sounds labored and slightly sarcastic
>"No, I just wanted my first battle here to not be a flat-out loss to who I was trying to avoid, but I guess this is okay…"
>lucky for him, you have no idea how this system works since you weren't able to check that deep into his memories
"Then I feel like I should tell you that I don't know what I'm doing. You're probably still going to win."
>this makes him brighten up a bit, and his eye stops twitching
>"Alright, Charmander. Use scratch!"
>the "charmander" walks over to your creature and scratches it
>"Now it's your turn. You want me to explain squirtle's moves?"
>so it's called squirtle!
"Yes, please. Can you also give me a quick rundown on this system of battle, as well?"
>Anonymous thinks for a few seconds and then closes his eyes for another few before responding
>"Well, the battles are turn-based. Each turn is what you and your opponent chooses to do, and in your part of the turn, you can decide to use a move or an item. Right now, we both don't have any items, so all we can do is choose moves. This brings me to your squirtle, which should know tackle and growl right now."
>that's definitely a quick rundown, but it told you pretty much everything you needed to know
"Squirtle, tackle!"
>your "squirtle" now runs up to Anonymous's charmander and jumps on top of it
>this continues for another few turns, until Anonymous's charmander knocks out your Squirtle
"Well, I guess I lost. Good game!"
>Anonymous looks a bit more smug now, and he has a certain glint in his eyes that says that something else is needed besides a "GG"
>"Woah woah woah, hold on! In the rules of pokemon, whoever wins the battle gets some "financial compensation" for their victory. Since neither of us has any money though, what else can you offer me?"
>is that really how this works?
>that's pretty cruel, but judging by the fact that this is all fiction, you guess it's okay?
>and this is his dream, so he'd still be making the rules anyway making all this thought on the matter meaningless
>but you're not sure what exactly you can give him
>IRL money wouldn't be suitable for a dream interaction
>you're not that kind of mare, so you're not taking over where your sister left off either
>you do come to an idea, though
"You seem to not like the fact that I've been keeping tabs on you when you fall asleep, so how about I stop? Twilight's keeping a good enough eye on you, anyway."
>Anonymous nods in satisfaction
>"Yeah, I can agree to that. So, now that you're here, what do you want to know this time?"
>you were hoping to pick back up with learning more about the human world, but why not explore this dreamscape with him?
>it'll certainly be a nice change from observing criminals and saving foals from particularly stubborn nightmares
>yeah, this could be a fun thing to do for once!
"How about we just explore around here this time? We can go back to questions tomorrow."
>"Sounds fun! you're already a better rival than that asshat Blue, so let's go!"
>and so you and Anonymous traveled around, battling and exploring until you had to say goodbye for the night
>even though your relationship with him started out with a much different dynamic, you're starting to warm up to him
>you might even call him a friend
>be Luna
>Anonymous tried to lock you out, but he only changed his dream by trying to create a second level
>it's like he doesn't even know dream physics
>oh well, at least this is a more interesting dreamscape than the last one
>it has some weird creatures in it that seem to have a special kind of magic
>you figured out even more about this dreamscape by looking inside some of Anonymous's memories
>it wasn't easy since memories are very different to dreams, but it was still within your range of abilities
>just barely, but still
>you ended up figuring out what exactly you're supposed to do here, which is catch and battle with these creatures
>after some searching around, you eventually found a discarded ball and a creature that looked suitable to befriend
>it was a small bluish turtle
>it was easy enough to make friends with, you just found some fruit on a local plant and offered it the fruit
>it accepted the capture, too
>now you have a friend!
"Well, fellow trainer? Will you accept this battle?"
>Anonymous stares at you, obviously surprised and confused
>"Wait, how did you even get here?"
>time to let him down easy
"When you tried to create a second dream level, you only changed your dreamscape. This is a definite improvement though! Now, I see that ball you're carrying. Battle me!"
>Anonymous sighs and throws out his own creature
>"Go, charmander…"
>it's a small red lizard with a plume of fire on its tail
>you don't know what your creature's called
>you did hear it say "squirtle" a few times, but that's about it
"Go, my blue friend!"
>the ball you're carrying opens up and your creature comes out
>Anonymous instantly snaps completely upright, and his eye gets a very obvious twitch
>that looks concerning
"Is something wrong?"
>his reply sounds labored and slightly sarcastic
>"No, I just wanted my first battle here to not be a flat-out loss to who I was trying to avoid, but I guess this is okay…"
>lucky for him, you have no idea how this system works since you weren't able to check that deep into his memories
"Then I feel like I should tell you that I don't know what I'm doing. You're probably still going to win."
>this makes him brighten up a bit, and his eye stops twitching
>"Alright, Charmander. Use scratch!"
>the "charmander" walks over to your creature and scratches it
>"Now it's your turn. You want me to explain squirtle's moves?"
>so it's called squirtle!
"Yes, please. Can you also give me a quick rundown on this system of battle, as well?"
>Anonymous thinks for a few seconds and then closes his eyes for another few before responding
>"Well, the battles are turn-based. Each turn is what you and your opponent chooses to do, and in your part of the turn, you can decide to use a move or an item. Right now, we both don't have any items, so all we can do is choose moves. This brings me to your squirtle, which should know tackle and growl right now."
>that's definitely a quick rundown, but it told you pretty much everything you needed to know
"Squirtle, tackle!"
>your "squirtle" now runs up to Anonymous's charmander and jumps on top of it
>this continues for another few turns, until Anonymous's charmander knocks out your Squirtle
"Well, I guess I lost. Good game!"
>Anonymous looks a bit more smug now, and he has a certain glint in his eyes that says that something else is needed besides a "GG"
>"Woah woah woah, hold on! In the rules of pokemon, whoever wins the battle gets some "financial compensation" for their victory. Since neither of us has any money though, what else can you offer me?"
>is that really how this works?
>that's pretty cruel, but judging by the fact that this is all fiction, you guess it's okay?
>and this is his dream, so he'd still be making the rules anyway making all this thought on the matter meaningless
>but you're not sure what exactly you can give him
>IRL money wouldn't be suitable for a dream interaction
>you're not that kind of mare, so you're not taking over where your sister left off either
>you do come to an idea, though
"You seem to not like the fact that I've been keeping tabs on you when you fall asleep, so how about I stop? Twilight's keeping a good enough eye on you, anyway."
>Anonymous nods in satisfaction
>"Yeah, I can agree to that. So, now that you're here, what do you want to know this time?"
>you were hoping to pick back up with learning more about the human world, but why not explore this dreamscape with him?
>it'll certainly be a nice change from observing criminals and saving foals from particularly stubborn nightmares
>yeah, this could be a fun thing to do for once!
"How about we just explore around here this time? We can go back to questions tomorrow."
>"Sounds fun! you're already a better rival than that asshat Blue, so let's go!"
>and so you and Anonymous traveled around, battling and exploring until you had to say goodbye for the night
>even though your relationship with him started out with a much different dynamic, you're starting to warm up to him
>you might even call him a friend
>>120083
Squirtle does not learn Growl in any main series game, at any level, by breeding, by TM/HM, by Move Tutor, or by any other method. It is completely incapable of learning the move. At level 5, Squirtle should know Tackle and Tail Whip
Squirtle does not learn Growl in any main series game, at any level, by breeding, by TM/HM, by Move Tutor, or by any other method. It is completely incapable of learning the move. At level 5, Squirtle should know Tackle and Tail Whip
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My greatest desire is to cuddle filly as close as I can. Good night little fil- faggot. I love you. With all my heart.
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>>119641
https://www.benjerry.com/whats-new/2017/03/a-message-from-our-ceo
(((Jerry Greenfield)))
(((Ben Cohen)))
They might make great ice-cream though. I haven't taste them. Sorry, that I ruin good things for you.
Nice chapter<-is this correct, otherwise. I think that you stay in character with Spike when he is so understanding towards Anon's situation.
https://www.benjerry.com/whats-new/2017/03/a-message-from-our-ceo
(((Jerry Greenfield)))
(((Ben Cohen)))
They might make great ice-cream though. I haven't taste them. Sorry, that I ruin good things for you.
Nice chapter<-is this correct, otherwise. I think that you stay in character with Spike when he is so understanding towards Anon's situation.
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>>119901
>Still Starswirl. You began to pack up your blanket and put it into you right saddlebag. Sombra followed your example and did the same but since he only had a small backpack, he put the blanket in it.
"We will continue to follow the bugbear's tracks after breakfast," you tell Sombra.
>He looks back at you with wide eyes but looks away before it would seem like he was staring at you. He then nods but proceeds to bit his lower lip.
>You bring out a piece of bread with your magic and levitates it over to him. Seating himself on the ground, he takes the bread in his magic and proceeds to take a bit of it. While he is eating the bread piece, you use a spell to slowly cut down the lush grass on the ground but before it falls on the ground you begin to levitate it. You bring it up to you and inspects it a bit and then you eat it. You had brought with you a bread loaf for Sombra's sake.
>The Everfree forest's grass was nutritious but its taste took a time to get used to. He would anyway be eating it for dinner and supper so you thought that he could start the day with something that tasted good. But you wondered if your reason for spoiling him like this, was because he was a prince or because he was a child. You weren't sure if spoiling a child was a good idea in the first place or if this counted as spoiling. You weren't sure if you were cut out for this job but the king had seemed to differ and even gone so far to give you the rights to discipline the prince if necessary.
>Sombra shoulders were pushed up and he seemed a bit tense. He glanced over his shoulder from time to time to look into the forest.
>You had noticed his body language because you had been trying to understand him to make their relationship less tense that it was now. You only talked about the job and since your job was too advanced for a child it was hard for him to understand. The silence was most of your relationship and the boy had not opened up to you yet, which you thought was strange since he apparently felt safe enough with you to sleep next to you.
>You had concluded from analyzing his body language that he was afraid of the Everfree, which was a fear that you couldn't genuinely seat partly because it was justified and partly because you rather he was scared than that he ran around carelessly. If something happened to him, it would be your head. If that was literally, you weren't sure and you didn't want to find out.
>You finished up your grass and waited for him to finish too. Then you walked up to the track of pawprints of the bugbear and began to follow it. You didn't need to gesture for Sombra to follow you. He had already run up to walk beside you.
>The bugbear's tracks were not hard to follow. First, of had it been a big beer so its prints were twice your hoof size and secondly, also due to its size, the prints were deep. After a while of following the prints, the ground went from grass to a rock surface which was covered here and there by green and white moss. Here the prints disappeared but you saw that natural path or trail lead further on the mountain so you decided to follow it as your best bet.
Yeah, I was lucking for a picture of Anonfilly in the everfree but I didn't find one so I took this one instead.
>Still Starswirl. You began to pack up your blanket and put it into you right saddlebag. Sombra followed your example and did the same but since he only had a small backpack, he put the blanket in it.
"We will continue to follow the bugbear's tracks after breakfast," you tell Sombra.
>He looks back at you with wide eyes but looks away before it would seem like he was staring at you. He then nods but proceeds to bit his lower lip.
>You bring out a piece of bread with your magic and levitates it over to him. Seating himself on the ground, he takes the bread in his magic and proceeds to take a bit of it. While he is eating the bread piece, you use a spell to slowly cut down the lush grass on the ground but before it falls on the ground you begin to levitate it. You bring it up to you and inspects it a bit and then you eat it. You had brought with you a bread loaf for Sombra's sake.
>The Everfree forest's grass was nutritious but its taste took a time to get used to. He would anyway be eating it for dinner and supper so you thought that he could start the day with something that tasted good. But you wondered if your reason for spoiling him like this, was because he was a prince or because he was a child. You weren't sure if spoiling a child was a good idea in the first place or if this counted as spoiling. You weren't sure if you were cut out for this job but the king had seemed to differ and even gone so far to give you the rights to discipline the prince if necessary.
>Sombra shoulders were pushed up and he seemed a bit tense. He glanced over his shoulder from time to time to look into the forest.
>You had noticed his body language because you had been trying to understand him to make their relationship less tense that it was now. You only talked about the job and since your job was too advanced for a child it was hard for him to understand. The silence was most of your relationship and the boy had not opened up to you yet, which you thought was strange since he apparently felt safe enough with you to sleep next to you.
>You had concluded from analyzing his body language that he was afraid of the Everfree, which was a fear that you couldn't genuinely seat partly because it was justified and partly because you rather he was scared than that he ran around carelessly. If something happened to him, it would be your head. If that was literally, you weren't sure and you didn't want to find out.
>You finished up your grass and waited for him to finish too. Then you walked up to the track of pawprints of the bugbear and began to follow it. You didn't need to gesture for Sombra to follow you. He had already run up to walk beside you.
>The bugbear's tracks were not hard to follow. First, of had it been a big beer so its prints were twice your hoof size and secondly, also due to its size, the prints were deep. After a while of following the prints, the ground went from grass to a rock surface which was covered here and there by green and white moss. Here the prints disappeared but you saw that natural path or trail lead further on the mountain so you decided to follow it as your best bet.
Yeah, I was lucking for a picture of Anonfilly in the everfree but I didn't find one so I took this one instead.
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>>119120
I don't know if you or those other guys needs this motivational speech but i am going to give it to you anyway. I have been a NEET fag for while now but I am now fianlly breaking away from all my baggage. I started to go to the gym. I have been there the thirteen days these past seventeen days. I, as you might have noticed, have finally begun writting, which I have wantedd to do so long. I getting better and better at my studies and I am going to be the top in my math course and i was a few months ago considering droping out and other stuff.
So I will now tell you that I will write each and every day on these threads to update my story. You willl be able to check it yourself that I do so. And if I fail I will get right up again but seriously though I will show you that I won't. I was just talking about what if, because if can happend but it won't. I have even set of time when to do this each day.
I guess I might be assuming too much about you I don't even know you so I hope I didn't go to far. However, I do want to support you and anyone else with these problems. So if any of you neet or depression fags wants help, there should honestly be a support thread for this, maybe I show make one, I can give you advise since I also have suffered but also because I am right now getting my liife togather and I am even beging to reach my potential and my ideals.
How wierd I got so emotional over this. It is wierd how you can care for someone you don't even know.
Anyway next update will be tomarrow evennig. I am going to bed since its eleven p.m. here now.
I don't know if you or those other guys needs this motivational speech but i am going to give it to you anyway. I have been a NEET fag for while now but I am now fianlly breaking away from all my baggage. I started to go to the gym. I have been there the thirteen days these past seventeen days. I, as you might have noticed, have finally begun writting, which I have wantedd to do so long. I getting better and better at my studies and I am going to be the top in my math course and i was a few months ago considering droping out and other stuff.
So I will now tell you that I will write each and every day on these threads to update my story. You willl be able to check it yourself that I do so. And if I fail I will get right up again but seriously though I will show you that I won't. I was just talking about what if, because if can happend but it won't. I have even set of time when to do this each day.
I guess I might be assuming too much about you I don't even know you so I hope I didn't go to far. However, I do want to support you and anyone else with these problems. So if any of you neet or depression fags wants help, there should honestly be a support thread for this, maybe I show make one, I can give you advise since I also have suffered but also because I am right now getting my liife togather and I am even beging to reach my potential and my ideals.
How wierd I got so emotional over this. It is wierd how you can care for someone you don't even know.
Anyway next update will be tomarrow evennig. I am going to bed since its eleven p.m. here now.
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>>120181
Don't do it, Anon.
And if you do, write what's in that post on the note so everybody knows what a faggot you were.
Don't do it, Anon.
And if you do, write what's in that post on the note so everybody knows what a faggot you were.
>>120181
>implying hanging self
That is a retarded, cliché way to go. Instead, you should write out all of your favorite green texts in your own blood. You should keep going until you run out of blood. If you run out of text to copy first, than you must attempt drawfagotry in your own blood. It is the only way to guarantee filly-hood on the other side.
>implying hanging self
That is a retarded, cliché way to go. Instead, you should write out all of your favorite green texts in your own blood. You should keep going until you run out of blood. If you run out of text to copy first, than you must attempt drawfagotry in your own blood. It is the only way to guarantee filly-hood on the other side.
>>120187
>This
and don't cheap out with any of those bad greentexts either, I don't want to have to read my own shitty work in your blood.
>This
and don't cheap out with any of those bad greentexts either, I don't want to have to read my own shitty work in your blood.
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>>120191
Blast your hand off at the wrist. You now have the world's biggest red ink fountain pen at your disposal.
Blast your hand off at the wrist. You now have the world's biggest red ink fountain pen at your disposal.
>>120195
>Not draining your veins and arteries intravenously for a slow, metered death with plenty of time to write before you pass out from bloodloss.
It's like you don't even lurk!
>Not draining your veins and arteries intravenously for a slow, metered death with plenty of time to write before you pass out from bloodloss.
It's like you don't even lurk!
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>>120200
…who is this guy, why is he here, and what the hell does he want?
…who is this guy, why is he here, and what the hell does he want?
>>120204
My head! The incomprehensible horror! He kept his shitty email from when he was a kid!
My head! The incomprehensible horror! He kept his shitty email from when he was a kid!
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>120200
>Clicked link
>1 view
>I gave this man his only view.
>I feel used now
>Clicked link
>1 view
>I gave this man his only view.
>I feel used now
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>>120209
Most people who attention whore about suicide on the internet don't actually intend on doing it. They just want to bait reactions like this so that they feel validated in their ten seconds spent posting.
Most people who attention whore about suicide on the internet don't actually intend on doing it. They just want to bait reactions like this so that they feel validated in their ten seconds spent posting.
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>>120195
but then it would be harder to load the next shell, and i wouldn't have much time to write memes because other people would hear, then i wouldn't even be able to be the filly anyways! and what if i make a mistake? i couldnt erase it!
>>120209
but how else would you become the filly?
>>120210
i'd already made a stupid attempt 2 years ago, but after pone ive got nothing else left. i didn't think mentioning it here would be that big a deal
but then it would be harder to load the next shell, and i wouldn't have much time to write memes because other people would hear, then i wouldn't even be able to be the filly anyways! and what if i make a mistake? i couldnt erase it!
>>120209
but how else would you become the filly?
>>120210
i'd already made a stupid attempt 2 years ago, but after pone ive got nothing else left. i didn't think mentioning it here would be that big a deal
>>120213
You don't have to end it just because of the ending of something you like. The community will always be here, if to a slightly lesser extent.
>>120212
I really wish I wasn't speaking from experience. One of my closest friends didn't tell me until after he had made an attempt, and my 'depressed' 'friend' used me for over a year as an emotional punching bag to talk about hurting herself until I realized that I wasn't helping anything fucking up my own psyche trying to be her therapist. Granted there are exceptions, but those are my experiences.
You don't have to end it just because of the ending of something you like. The community will always be here, if to a slightly lesser extent.
>>120212
I really wish I wasn't speaking from experience. One of my closest friends didn't tell me until after he had made an attempt, and my 'depressed' 'friend' used me for over a year as an emotional punching bag to talk about hurting herself until I realized that I wasn't helping anything fucking up my own psyche trying to be her therapist. Granted there are exceptions, but those are my experiences.
>>120213
>after pone ive got nothing else left
Well, I don't plan on going anywhere. Fan content like this will likely continue even after the show ends.
>after pone ive got nothing else left
Well, I don't plan on going anywhere. Fan content like this will likely continue even after the show ends.
>>120220
>I don't plan on going anywhere
This. I've been doing this for five years, I don't see any reason why I'd stop in two years, and I really don't know what else I'd even do. And I can't be the only person who feels that way
>I don't plan on going anywhere
This. I've been doing this for five years, I don't see any reason why I'd stop in two years, and I really don't know what else I'd even do. And I can't be the only person who feels that way
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>>120218
nah, i made my choice a long time ago, i'm just enjoying the fillyfilly till then. though the fate of this thread stays as a worry of mine. also been there, the grills really are the worst in that regard, imo
nah, i made my choice a long time ago, i'm just enjoying the fillyfilly till then. though the fate of this thread stays as a worry of mine. also been there, the grills really are the worst in that regard, imo
>>120222
While I still don't think you should go through with it, I can respect your decision enough to not pester you further about it. See you in Equestria, Anon.
While I still don't think you should go through with it, I can respect your decision enough to not pester you further about it. See you in Equestria, Anon.
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Here you go guys, I finally got wooden filly!
>>120222
That a stupid mindset. You only have one life, choosing to throw it away in all but the most extreme of circumstances is foolish.
That a stupid mindset. You only have one life, choosing to throw it away in all but the most extreme of circumstances is foolish.
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Expect less updates this week. PhD work is going to eat me alive.
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>>120255
>none of them work anyways
time to kms myself
>>120254 →
>>120254 →
https://mlpol.net/mlpol/res/120254.html#120254
https://mlpol.net/mlpol/res/120254.html#120254
>none of them work anyways
time to kms myself
>>120254 →
>>120254 →
https://mlpol.net/mlpol/res/120254.html#120254
https://mlpol.net/mlpol/res/120254.html#120254
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