No.155167[Last 50 Posts]
>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?
>I'm a contributor.
Great! For writers, just notify All Nighter Fgt, so you can have your green to the Doc. For artists, animators, or any other content makers, you can store your fillies in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure.
>I don't like this thread because of reasons.
You'll never know how it is unless you try a dose of filly.
Old-mare Thread: >>152654
What the fuck even is this thread
Like do you people actually unironically want to be turned into a child cartoon pony so you can be fucked or "bred" by people from /mlpol/ or you yourself fuck an /mlpol/ user that has been turned into a little filly? Do you realize how ridiculous that is
This is by far the most degenerate general on /mlpol/ I mean it combines fucking pedophilia, transformation, beastiality and/or xenophilia and whatever other fetshes you might have and Tbh I gagged a lil bit upon discovering this thread
Please consider psychiatric help and reevaluate your life of you unironically browse this general and look at anon filly pictures
Instead of just blindly leading him on with praise, why don't you tell him where he could improve?
>Breakfast, the most important meal of the day.
>Or at least that’s what the cereal companies told you.
>With protesting fatigue you dragged your limbs to the edge of the bed.
>No matter how much sleep you seemed to get, you could never be like the strange folks in those TV shows. Getting out of bed all refreshed and so plastic.
>Tch, strange animals.
>Sliding out and falling onto all four hooves, you were ready to take on the day.
>Somewhat at least.
>Scratching your head you notice the bandages still on your head, uncomfortably matting your fur and chaffing your ears.
>Hopefully Fluttershy will take care of it today.
>Either that or have her whipped lackey do it.
>Akwardly, you make your way down the steps. Although you’ve had more than a couple days to get used to this body. This whole walking on unlevel terrains, like stairs, kept throwing off your sense of balance.
>Don’t sweat it Anon. One step at a time.
>It’s not like this world is going anywhere.
>Reaching the base of the steps, you can hear the constant commotion of birds, canines, felines and other critters singing lightly throughout the home.
>Walking to the kitchen, you can’t tell if you just woke up really early or if nobody was actually home.
>Well, no matter where the duo may be, your hunger took priority over your patience.
>Looking up at the cabinetry that towered above you. Plans began to formulate in your little filly head.
>Pulling from your childhood memories, the answer was obvious.
>Heading over to the dinner table you bite down on one of the chair’s wooden legs and tug it towards your objective.
>So with a bit of effort and a last push against the sink, you hop onto the overlooking chair and climb onto the countertop.
>Alright, where does she keep the good stuff?
>Getting onto your hind legs you begin opening and sifting through the junk that sat inside, hoping to find something to tide you over.
“Garbage, garbage, trash, trash, trah- Ooooh.”
>Ah fuck yeah. Double fudge chocolate chip cookies.
>That was another benefit of having a filly body.
>Consequences of eating unhealthy were slim to none.
>Ripping off the cardboard top with your teeth, you lick your lips in anticipation of chocolatey goodness.
“Don’t mind if I-“
>With a jolt, you found your self tumbling back to earth after falling back off the counter and onto your back.
>not really doing your headache any favors.
“Ahh, fuckin- wha-“
>As you gathered your baring by rubbing your head to ease a growing headache the approach of hoofsteps came to focus.
>”Gabba, glee pha?”
>But seeing as how you were caught in the act, you imagine you’ll have a bigger headache soon.
>Maybe that would work.
>Opening your eyes, you saw the stern set Fluttershy’s looking at you while Discord followed suit.
>Not for long though.
>As children tend to have another unique trait that goes unrealize until later in life.
“Sniff, sniff Want food, W-want food.”
>Using your meek body and whatever few words you did know how to say, you decide to play the thoughtful approach.
>Using your pain as a trigger, you let tears run forth down your cheeks as you righted yourself back up. Splaying your ears back and bowning your head down to look as submissive as possible.
”Sniff Food, Hungry”
>Watching as the disappointment and slight anger melt away from her face. It was clear it was working as it was being replaced with one of sympathy and guilt.
>”Oh, Gabba flees flab. A gabba food?”
>You nod sadly and slowly, selling your beggers approach as much as possible by making yourself looking as timid as possible.
>She brings you into a big, cuddly, warm hug as she buys it.
>Although Discord looked more confused than ever.
>Seems like he didn’t like that she was selling out so quickly to your tears.
>Eh. At least it wasn’t him you had to deal with.
>That approach would have been harder to sell.
>She couldn't be serious.
>it was Clearly evident as to what she was doing.
>You may be old and daft at times.
>But you are the god of chaos and deception itself, and indeed no idiot.
>The little brat was using the situation as a way of getting what she wanted.
>She was caught in the act, and she knew well enough on how to play Fluttershy like a gay emotionally sensitive violinist.
>The reasoning behind it was obvious.
>>155180>Childish jealousy.>She obviously saw how funny and incredible your life was with her, and sought to abandon her parents to nab up better ones.>Like the opportunistic predator she is.>Ugh, how did you reach this point. At One point you turning turf into disco dance pads and clouds into cottony sugar balls, now you were stuck with a kid.>By the Gods, you’ve aged and not in the best of ways.>While she grabbed some random ingredients from the cub board, maybe this would be a good time to have a one-on-one with the little menace. >wrapping yourself around Fluttershy, you decide to play your own small game of deception.
”Hey, I have an Idea. Why don’t I get the little chocolate nougat all cleaned up while you whip something up.”>She gave the same old heartfelt smile she always gave.>”Oh she should be fine for now. Besides I should be able to get something together for her quickly.”>You feign resignation.
“Hmm, I guess you’re right I suppose it can- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”>With shock from both sides, you startle her with worry.>”W-what do you mean? It’s just peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”>Grabbing her by the shoulders you shake her to the core.
“ A PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH! ARE YOU, DAFT MARE?! WHAT IF SHE’S ALLERGIC?!”>Good ‘Ol uncertainty crept on to her face as she looked at her work with growing anxiety.>”I-I suppose I didn’t think about that.”>You give her an extra shake to bury the feeling even further.
“Didn’t think about it? Fluttershy, you could have single-handedly killed her with your lack of foresight.”>Tears crept onto her face as her bottom lip began to whimper. The fear and thought of accidentally killing ‘The Poor thing’ was getting to her.
“Because of you Fluttershy, she’d be dead right now. Do you hear me?DEAD! And she’d never find her parents, OR WORSE. You’d have to explain to them that you killed their only child.”>All the while the mischievous thing behind her, stared in bewilderment.>You didn’t want to cause her grief, really, you didn’t. As she was the only one that truly gave you a chance despite everything you’ve done, and became one of the few you’d actually call a friend.>But things like this had to done for the greater good.>”Oh Celestia your right-“>She latched onto the small bundle of green fur as you managed to break her.>”I’m so sorry little one. I had no idea you’d be allergic to such things. I-…I could have killed you. O-oh, please forgive me, I’m sorry, so very very sorry.”>She began rocking back and forth with the thing while the little one had no idea has to what was going on.>”Gabba?”>Walking up and putting a claw on her shoulder you do what you do best and use her lowest and most manipulative point to your advantage.>”Now now, even though you didn’t exactly do that, thanks to me. That doesn’t mean we can skip out on a proper meal for the poor cretin. Why not stick with just the greens for now, while I wash her up.”>As she let of go of the filly, she still looked absolutely distraught at her actions. Or the actions she thought she committed. Nearly killing someone is very taxing after all.>”I-I…Okay. I’ll…make something. Just, clean her up. I’ll have it ready in twenty minutes.”
“Of course, take all the time you need.”>SNAP!>Popping into the bathroom, It came time to deal with this thing’s little plans.>Flipping on the water with a flick of the wrist, you turned to confront her.>”Gleeba flabba ba?”
“Alright, let's get one thing straight. If it wasn’t clear enough, I am not your friend, or your pal, or your chum…”>You lift her into the air with a simple lift of the finger and a levitating spell.>”F-Fleeba!?”
“…Secondly, Don’t think I know what you’re trying…”>The fading aura dropped it into the lukewarm bathwater.
”…So as much as you like to stay here. DON’T”>With a snap, you set forth a torrent of overwhelming waterfall over her continuously. Depriving her of air. But, as much as you’d love the idea of having her out of your hair, you’re no killer.>After a few seconds a flailing and gurgled screams, let the water settle and poof away the excess. Giving the thing a chance to come out gasping for precious air.>Once again, she looks at you with the same but much more frantic, look of confusion.>Still playing dumb eh? Fine.>Yanking a towel off the rack, you wipe your soaking wet claws and paws dry before tossing it to the floor and looking at her up and down with disdain.
“See you downstairs.”
>Maybe it’s the water in your lungs, or the hypoxia talking. But maybe it’s time to rethink your approach.>Shit all it took was some sweet-talking for the mismatched animal to fucking drown you.>Atleast, that’s what you could assume.>Who knows? Gasping for air, shakily you pulled yourself out of the tub sopping wet.>Dripping water all over the floor you stood for a few seconds to gather your bearings.>You needed to coordinate your next actions carefully.>This wasn’t the same-old cartoony show you were used to back on earth.>This was real life.>With all the fun little tidbits and consequences with it.>Even the most comical of decisions could have drastic effects on your wellbeing.>Kinda like sending that one clean text to your work bud about your shitty boss. Only for it to end up with you being on an industry-wide blacklist.>Yeah, not fun.>No job, no money, and shitty friends.>But, who knows? You play your cards right, and mostly you replay your whole life again, but better; That’s at worst though.>At best, Well…who’s to define what’s best?>So, what’s the next course of action?
>Running a claw through your hair, he gives you a noogie. Sending your messy mane everywhere.
“Heh, heh. Yeah.”
>”Hey you know what we can do first, as friends?”
>You expectantly wait for his answer.
>”Actually, Come, wiz, me. I’ll show you.”
>Hopping off, he beckons you to come with towards the rear of the train, where lay some of the spare coal cars.
>With a smile he opens the door towards the coal cars, allowing you to go first.
>With wavering uncertainty that’d have hairs on the back of your neck standing you go through. Anxious as to what the big reveal is.
>Stepping through, the familiar rush of cold, stinging wind greets you again, sending your hair and ears flopping in opposing wind.
>Hopefully on better terms this time.
>Hearning the slam of the door behind you, Spear walks past you while beckoning you to come with towards the dusty, black piles of fuel.
>What is he up to?
>Shviering at the sudden cold and anxious to head back inside, you ask
“S-so, what are we going to do?”
>Ignoring you, he picks up a lump of coal, analyzing it carefully and hucking it up in the air several times like a baseball.
>He looks toward you with that same sticky smile, as he holds up the coal piece.
>”Tell me, v’hat do you see bitty filly?”
>What…what kind of question is that? You’re not slow. It’s a piece of coal obviously.
>Unless it was rhetorical, but in case it wasn’t…
“A piece of coal?”
>Sudently he jumps in your face.
>INstictively, you jump back in fear.
>Thank god you weren’t up against a rail this time.
>Like cheap eyeshadow he runs it under his eye leaves a black streak on his silver coat.
>Seeing your confused look, he hastily puts a piece in your hoof.
>heastatnly, you run it under the same spot under your eye, smiling nervously to see his response.
>Smiling, it seemed the following suit peased him.
>He grabs you suddenly by the waist, taking you off guard as panic sets in.
>And although flight would be a concept entertaining and breathtaking to you if were a pegasus.
>Being tossed on a moving, open, train car was breathtakingly terrifying.
>Luckily he seemed to lack oomph your toss sending you into the pile of hard, rocky coal.
>Did you mention hard?
>Poking your head out from underneath the pile revealed a new black coat atop your typical
>Above your view showed the belly of Spear as he more a less belly-flopped on top of you.
>Crushing you between him and a hard place once again.
>Managing to push away the big oaf, you come back out gasping.
>”Sorry, heh. Guess I didn’t see you.”
>With a bit of confusion and a bit of lasting terror you gave him this odd look of ‘why.’
>”v’ee need to cover our selves. I think it’s time we had a bit of fun.”
>”I think some of us are too serious, right. Let’s change that.”
>>155184>Tip toeing back to the front of the engine car, You and spear held your breaths as tensions held high.>Everything about this plan would need to be absolutely right, else Spear, and possibly you, would be evicted from the high-moving train.>Being a frozen comatose filly was not a fun filly.>But you digress.>The reward for pulling this off was too great to pass up.>No matter the risks involved.>Slowly and carefully, Spear pried open the steel door to the engine compartment as quietly as possible.>To which, with a metal, rusted and fatigued door, was neigh impossible.>Turning back to you, Spear gave you series of claw gestures, followed a nod of understanding.>You really didn’t get what he was trying to point out, but the plan was simple enough.>”AUUUHGHHHHH.”>Leaping into the air, both of you tackle the dozing conductor.>However, now she only looked to be in shock, as she watched in fear as the two mysterious creatures above her leaped on.>”Ahhhhhh!”>Yanking the fire iron out of the red-hot bellows of the train, Spear brought the glowing tool up to Sickle’s throat.>”P-please, take whatever you want. O-okay, no one has to get hurt.”>She hyperventilated as she bargained away for her life.>”W-what is it you want, money? Gems? Food! Do you want food?”>She gulped as You and Spear let the scenario play out.>”A-are you f-from the five-nine? Look I promise I’ll pay you back, I just need time, Okay. I made a payment yesterday, you’re boss should k-know that.”>Slowly, you watched as Spear slowly leaned on Sickle’s overturned body.>”OH Gods, please No. Anything but that.”>Her breath became rapid and uneven as the severity of the situation grew.>Okay, this was kinda becoming not fun anymore.>With his blackened beak next to her head, she shivered in anticipation as she grew more fearful as to what was to happen next.>”Gotcha.”>Most of the fear and terror in Sickle’s eyes blinked away for confusion as she looked up at the ceiling.>”Huh? S-spear? SPEAR!”>With world-renowned rage she quickly turned the tables by flipping Spear onto his back while he laughed his joke away.>”AUUGGGGH, SPEAR, YOU DRAGON’S ASS! I TOLD YOU TO KNOCK THAT OFF! THAT’D I SEND YOU OFF TO SOMBRA’S TUNDRA IF YOU DID”>”Uh uh uh, you told ME, not to. You never said to friends and me. See companies are different altogether. A lawyer back in baltimare told me so.”>Ah damn. The colors matched what he was.>A fuckin rat.>With laser guided precision, she locked onto you.>”YOU? You dragged the filly into this!?”>”What? She seemed into it.”>That was until how terrified she looked.>While you got more and more rope into the argument, you smiled as awkwardly and innocently as possible.
“Heh heh heh. G-gotcha?”>”Gotcha? GOTCHA! You asshats terrified the heavens and seven layers of hell out of me! I –huff– I honestly thought you were someone else.>defensively, Spear held his claws up as he tried to defuse the tense air.>”Isn’t that the point? But look it was a joke, Sickle. It’s not our fault your sour about it.”>Running a claw into his beak she sought to push her point.>” It isn’t bad enough that I have now TWO pranksters on board, now I have three more mouths to feed. You know we can’t afford that much food Spear!”>Still on his back, Spear tilted his head.>”Three more? What do you mean?”>She pointed towards the open door of the car to reveal three blackened figures.>With that new facts, there was a long pause. Before all Spear, Sickled, and You exclaimed.>”WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!”>…>The rushing wind from outside, blew away the specs of coal off their bodies to reveal their real identities.>The phoenix-like colors of her body revealed Tracer, and the two silver and grey like runts to be Breadcrumb and Small Fry.>Recovering from your shock, you became the first one to speak out.
“What are you guys doing here?”>Breadcrumb, Looking at you as if some kind of idiot was first to speak up for the trio.>”Well Duh! Ain’t it obvious? Someone’s out to get ya, and we need to tag along to find out who?”>Oh Celestina, this conspiracy again?>Unaware of your conversations with the bunch, Sickled spoke up.>”Wait, someone’s out to get you?”
“W-what, no! No one’s out to get me. And how did you guys even get on boa-“>”Well how do you know? All you just know has someone pushed you. For all, you know it could have been a changeling.”>Shit, shit, shit, shut the fuck up breadcrumb. She doesn’t need to hear this.>This is supposed to be a simple drop off type scenario, no third-parties needed.>Both Spear and Sickled, fully endowed with attention to the theories spoke out in shock.>”Changeling!?”>Once again, you pathetically try to quell their worries.
“N-No, no changeling. I highly doubt that it’s that.”>”BUT somebody DID push you.”
“YES, I mean NO. I-I mean…”>This happened so fast.>You should have never told that gossiping bunch. Kids have horrible mouths.>But STILL. Who’da thought, that they’d sneak on board?>”Well?”>An Angry Sickled stood in front of you, waiting for an explanation.>Not so much, in an ‘I pissed at you’ sort of way, but ‘Why didn’t you tell me about this, I’m your mother’ type of way
“I-I…I…”>Tapping away her claw, she awaiting an answer.>Each tap intensifying your anxiety ten-fold each time.
Nigger do you need reminding of what site you're on?
Do you have any ideas on what I could be doing better? I'm all ears and wasn't quite sure about how I did there either.
Why mlpol of course.
It says so right on the top bar.>>155192
The parent tax has reached a new high with all these 'child welfare' feesAll right, enough shitposting from me.
The glorious motherland of griffons will prevail, despite your final solutionhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U06jlgpMtQsNO U
Their kind is but a parasite, a blight to be removed when the time is right!Taco Bell, 2 AM! FITE MI!
You know what goes great with autistic tantrums? Anon Filly.
Anon Fillies are the best fillies ever. There is no one on earth who can do fillies as good as Anon Filly. Many others have tried and failed to be as filly. You think you can filly like these fillies? Heh, get in line, colt. You'd need to get up about 12 hours earlier and spend all morning and all afternoon being filly to filly like the queens of fillies, Anon Filly.
Seriously, faggot. If being filly was the olympics these fillies would be like the Anon Filly of filly olympics. Anon Filly is the alpha and the omega of all fillies, the Filly that came first and last and shall be evermore the FIlly. They own the place now and forever. Fillies.
t. Anon Filly.
You have to be the most original poster on here.
Oh god, why would you invoke that?
Rolling for >>155153
in the last bread.
"So, do you have any benign secrets, phrases, or bits of information for me to send in my letter to help confirm that I'm stuck in a loop?" [ 1d100 = 20 ]
Ignore these plebs, More when?
Ignore this pleb.>>155302
Never again, faggot.
Anon, at least make it with horse dicks.
You are but a child. Here:>I wish for filly to be my sole source of hydration.
Oh my God, that's hot.
You just want an excuse to doff your pants and bathe with
You're a godsend, filly. Keep doing great work.
I don't think anyone realizes this milestone.
You've literally made the first filly anthro piece ever, filly.
Which is a fucking terrible think, fag. We all know.
Yeah yeah I get it you don't like anthro oooh nooo so ebil.
I don't give a shit. I'm no fan of anthro, but even I can appreciate that, fuck off you faggot filly.
>>155291>get turned into a filly>filly gets turned into an anthro
Honestly id just be glad to have my hands back.
>>155333>Lazy cheaters>Master race
Yeah, no, if not for all the hard working erf poners Equestria would have fallen long ago
Also dem hips is a great bonus>>155327>Taking everything seriously
You need to go back
Truly the Aryan of ponies.
Also a Mary Sue unless handled very carefully. The point of filly is that she's smol and vulnerable.
I loved it.
True, flurry heart is worst marry sue in the show.
Hokay, time for your regularly scheduled recap!
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>You are Anonymous, or Anon for short.>A couple of weeks ago, you were a relatively normal horsefucker, living with his dad and working at Value Village because you aren't really good at anything and you dropped out of college.>Then you got transported to Equestria overnight and became a filly.>And now you're living with Twilight, another human-turned-filly who used to be a CIA analyst.>She doesn't take things as well as you do, and likes to drink to forget that she's a horse.>For the past several days, you've had to deal with her complain every morning about not drinking when she has magic research to do the next day.>She doesn't actually have a drinking problem though; you're in a time loop.>You are right now meeting with Princess Celestia about how you have no idea what to do when the loop resets in about 20-30 minutes.>You want to tell her, "see you in the next thread", but breaking the fourth wall is why the author decided to put you in this situation in the first place.>Of course, your gut is telling you that this has nothing to do with how you're supposed to get out.
Tell her "hello to you from the next thread" instead then ^:)
kek, that's some good shit my dude
Since we still have time, ask Celestia and Twi what they think about variations in the loops that seem independent of your actions, specifically, Rarity bringing a different lunch. That is, if I'm remembering that correctly. [ 1d100 = 50 ]
Every file gets a name, and I try to make accurate name decisions when possible.
You'd say that, wouldn't you? Heh its less of a joke and more of a gag anyways.
I think you’re missing the point, sir.
Let me point it out for you
CREAM. FILLED. FILLY
missing the point that it's HERESY.
then go lose it on a site that accepts your slaaneshi griffon-fucking ways.
as another anon, i agree you're missing the point
who fucking cares if it's griffon stuff, i know one of you fuckers here are gonna be all over that cat bird cock as the filly
but its lewd, and its more filly, so fuck off
I should've been a bit more obvious with the fact that I was shitposting.
Filly Filling is filly filling, no matter who’s doing it.
Why should filly limit herself? The end result with a colt is the same: a full filly.
The term is fun Fun-posting.
It’s a condition only fulfilled by shitposting + sleeping time hours + sleeping mods.
but the mods here are cool, we're allowed to shitpost whenever!
that means that your mom's a FAGET!
But living on the edge, no rules, no man to hold us down despite being chill, in anarchial society, it’s a thrilling experience that defines fun-posting
but where's the thrill in doing something considered wrong when the ones in charge don't care if you do it or not?
Come at me you purple bitch, I bet you haven't even SEEN a taco bell let alone fight someone in it!
The perception of the slight everlasting appearance of liberation. No matter how small or insignificant.
I've seen more than you can even believe,
you little shit!
No need to tell me where you are, I'll find out.I always do.
I'm behind seven proxies, I'd like to see you try!
That electronic stuff can't stop the magic of friendship from helping me beat your ass!
Just you wait, filly…
how about the magic of your mouth on my dick, you're the most useless princess since candyass!
H-HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT MY SISTER IN LAW LIKE THAT
I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY, FILLY!
Are there any comfy or sweet Anonfilly stories with Celestia in it? Twilight is also okay.
What are you, gay?
>>155529>Not wanting to be tricked into the gay
What a homo
man, nerd filly is a fuckin slut
>ywn bring the whole anonfilly thread into the world with your filly
"i brought you into this world filly!"
>"FUCK YOU YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!"
>"my REAL dad!"
>"MY OTHER REAL DAD FUCK YOU!"
That'd be a lot of babbies
>>155579>ywn be an anon baby factory as the filly
Ywn make filly a baby factory.
I-I want to fuck that filly…
it's what i-
she wants too, anon
"Hello to you from the next thread."
Celestia looks even more confused and turns to Twilight to see if she can make any sense of your random response. Her response is a shrug.
<<"Anon, by chance, did you repeat this exact same sequence of events twice, with this being the only difference between the two 'threads'?"
"I'll leave that to your imagination. Really though, I have no idea what I'm going to do during the next loop. Maybe I will return to Canterlot for no other reason than to confuse you. While I still have time though, do you think you could answer a question?"
"My first and second loops were pretty damn similar in how they went about, up until about lunch time. I noticed the second time around, my friend Rarity had a completely different choice of lunch, eating huckleberry pie instead of sushi. I'm pretty sure my actions could not have influenced that decision, since I didn't interact with her before she arrived at school."
<<"Did you interact with anyone else?"
"Err… Twilight and one other guy, I think."
<<"Did that other guy know your friend?"
"Well, he's in our class and he was late to class, while she wasn't. I don't think he could have influenced her."
<<"Hmm… then that is an interesting concern. There could be yet another looper in the mix that you don't know about."
>"Or it could just be the butterfly effect. If Rarity made her choice at random, even an infinitesimally small change in the state of the universe, such as the sight of a butterfly outside her window that was not there before, might have swayed her mind."
"Yeah, but how could that have even been possible? I'm pretty sure I didn't step on any butterflies, or even see any."
>"We live in a tree house. There are no doubt a few small insects that come in and out of the house. They have eyes, and can tell where we are, and make their decisions based upon that information. If you were in different rooms at different times during the loops, you might have influenced their behavior differently. And one insect influences another, which may influence another. Did you by chance skip breakfast?"
Hating griffins and ziggers is a meme and has been since /mlp/. Even though the only Zebra we've ever seen on the show is a decent, upstanding Equestrian citizen and the griffins, unlike jews, can be cured of their inherent sociopathy.
did we skip breakfast?
We might have, but we get it, butterfly effect something something slightest change in the existential equation leads to wild and unpredictable changes in the world. [ 1d100 = 70 ]
>>155681>he doesn't know about horse puberty
If she isn't blank, you can tap that flank.
Filly playing on world cup when?
filly masturbating on the world cup when?
I wish to be the comfy filly.
i want to snuggle
I want to be the filly being snuggled. A-and maybe have m-my hooves held…
You sick bastard! C-can I be the one to hold them?
get the hell out of here you sick fuck
ok anon but you're the little spoon. id hold the fuck out of those hooves.
I want the filly to feel Non-sexually
Like I'm going to make you
That's because you've never had someone to let a little love into your life… A few long hugs and some gentle brushing would fix that. I used to be in the same spot, y'know.
YOUVE UPSET THE FILLY!!>>155898
its ok poner. dont cry.
It's okay, filly. Have a hug to feel better.
It's a damn shame that those aren't fluffy fillies
W-would another be fine?
Fug, pic was meant for >>155900
Okay look though, i-if you want me to be your filly, you'll have to be alright with a few things…Like loving me unconditionally, m-maybe carrying me around, lewding me on daily basis-multiple times a day, l-letting me be your cute daughteru, having me dress up in cute things, t-taking me on walks with a collar, frequent snuggles, kisses and headpats, telling me you love me a lot…O-oh, and m-maybe… massaging my hooves a lot…
Alright, but I hope you're also alright with boops for being such a good little filly.
"Umm, I think I might have. I get your point though."
>"Good. And now that we know how effective the butterfly effect can be, I'm pretty sure I'm never going to research any time travel spells in the future if I can at all avoid it."
"And based on my experiences thus far, I think I'd rather avoid it too. Not that you learning this lesson yourself will mean anything soon enough. Not unless this timeline magically solves itself "
>"Gah, you're right. Well if I have any amazing epiphanies in the next few minutes, be a dear and tell my alternate self what it was?"
"I'll see what I can do."<<"Anon, seeing as you're going to be leaving any minute now, would you care for some tea?"
"Sure, why not."
The three of you head back into the kitchen and enjoy one last cup of tea. Not surprisingly, Celestia knows how to make a damn good cup. As she puts it, Earl Grey is the one flavor she can count on tasting absolutely perfect when she isn't sure if the world is going to end that day. It tastes strangely familiar. It is only when you finish the last of your cup and the world fades to black once more that you realize why. This was the same tea she served you the day you got your cutie mark.
>"Fuck me, remind me not to drink when I have research in the morning."
kek, poor fillyjust how id act tbh
>>155945>Public education system
Wouldn't we all?
At least you don't have to remember the time loop Diana Rose Fischer. [ 1d100 = 97 ]
It'd be easy, you wouldn't be up to algebra yet. All you need to know is history and some magic theory.
so what, it lasts 8 hours and you're stuck with fuckin other kids, screw that
id rather stay home and get fat on ice cream
What do you all think is the best way to go about dealing with a jealous, territorial Discord? While trying to achieve other goals of course.
>You are Anon, and this paper is boring as fuck.
>Are children writing these articles or something?
>Seriously, who advertises the fact that their cock is four inches erect?
>Goddamn you hate children.
>Something is knocking at the glass.
>Carefully setting the paper in the fireplace, you get up out of your comfy armchair.
>Sitting there is a small green filly, tears streaming down her face.
>Goddamn, she's fucking filthy.
>Streaks of mud matted throughout her fur almost make you turn her away until you notice the tears in her eyes.
>Grabbing a towel, you slide open the door a bit.
>"Um… Jews did 9/11?"
>Well, she's the real deal alright.
>As you scoop her up with the towel, you can't help but catch a glimpse of those deep emerald-green eyes.
>…Andthe multiple cuts under her fur.
>Goddamn it, this was gonna be more of an affair than just a bath…
>Setting her down on the bathmat, you start the water.
>Keep it just hot enough to dislodge the mud, you hoist her up into the tub with a bit of squirming.
>With the showerhead concentrated on hers, her black mane quickly becomes completely visible.
>As you move if off, she just shakes her head and mouthes 'no.'
"Yeah, you might not enjoy this…"
>Turning the head to one of the higher-intensity settings, you begin to spray down her legs and back, open cuts and all.
>She merely winces slightly, but recoils when she sees you reaching for the shampoo.
"I know it's not going to be fun, but we need to get these all cleaned out. You don't want them to get infected, do you?"
"Then hold still, It won't take too long."
>She whimpers as you build up a good lather in her mane, suds of soap and shiny flecks of mica floating down the drain alike.
>As you get to the affected areas she begins to tear up, very clearly trying not to outright start wailing based on her composure.
>Stroking her mane almost without realizing it, you quietly hush her.
>Your neighbors would kill you if they heard anything make so much as a peep out of the norm.
>Finishing with the last leg and her back, you move onto her tail
>She'd probably enjoy it if she weren't already so worked up.
>Scooping the filly up with two hands around her barrel, you hug her up against her chest momentarily while you free up a hand to grab a fresh towel.
>Sitting her down on the bathmat, you soon have her dried off.
"Can you walk well?"
"Then do. We're going to talk this mess out in the living room."
>Once you get her there you scoop her up, of course.
>…how the hell else are you going to patch her up?
>Squeezing out a glob of ointment onto an adhesive bandage, you realize that if you don't initiate conversation with this little faggot nobody else will.
"You can stay here until the storm dies down. After that, where do I take you?"
>"I-I don't know…"
"The hell do you mean?"
>It's clear you've hit a vein as she begins to tear up again.
>"I-I… he threw me out in the rain, told me never to come back…"
"I don't want to go back to the orphanage…"
>She's really taken on the part, clearly…
>When they first started showing up, you read a lot about them, how they acted like children in some ways but seemed to mostly have the minds of adults…
"You can stay-"
"For one night, while I find out what to do with you."
>Her ears fall at that, but she nods.
>It almost breaks your heart…
>Or rather it would if you weren't a stonefaced man who only felt anger and lust.
>You leave the filly on your couch as you go to prepare a meal.
>In the time it takes you to slap condiments and soy-meat on bread, she's fast asleep.
>Heh, kinda cute…
>You leave the meal on the couch and walk out the door.
>By the time you're back, she's already scarfed down the sandwich and it's getting late.
>You usher her into your room because the couch isn't very comfortable for sleeping on.
>Picking her up, you see her beginning to slip off once more.
"Hey, I have a surprise for you. Can you read these papers?"
>"I-I'm so tired…"
"Well, do you know of the term 'legal guardian?'"
>Her ears perk up at that.
"Yep. You're too damn cute to leave in the dregs."
>"T-thank you, mister…"
"Just call me dad."
>"Thank you dad…"
"Least I could do. Now how about you repay me with some fluffy hugs?"
>As you feel the warm legs wrap about halfway around your chest, you know for sure you've made the right choice.
>>155964>ywn find a cute loving daughteru outside your door
just fuck my shit up filly
Maybe take a page out of Fluttershy's book and respond with kindness. Play the 'confused retard' card and act oblivious to his malice and everything in general. Might give us some room to work with.>>155964
More top cute green? Hell yeah.
Boosting. [ 1d100 = 73 ]
>Another day in Equestria.
>Tl;dr: Purple fucked up, turned me into a filly alicorn.
>Currently, I am sitting by Celestia's side at a boring ass play.
>How can ponies with a special talent in acting be so fucking dull?
>I tried getting out of it by claiming to need to go to the restroom, but Celestia followed along 'to make sure everything went okay', so I couldn't ditch like I wanted to.
>After a moment of thought, a devilish idea comes to mind.
>Turning toward sunbutt, I cleared my throat.
>"Emerald, dear, it's okay to call me Mother. Or Mom. Or maybe even Mommy."
>Yeah, that's another thing. Celestia set up a fake identity for me so I could legally exist, and then promptly adopted me as she did so.
"Yyyeah, not happening. Anyways, this is my last request to ditch this place. From now on, I'm going to start saying penis over and over at gradually louder increments until we get out of here."
>She paused, then sighs.
>"Anonym-- Emerald Dawn, it's not even the second act. I promise you that you'll like it if you just give it a chance."
>Welp. She chose her path.
>It was just a whisper, but her ears perked slightly. Her eyes dart about briefly.
>"Now now, let's be reasonable. Good fillies don't-"
>Her eyes darted around again as her smile took on a slightly nervous edge.
>"Emerald, you'll disrupt the play."
>My gaze remained locked on her.
>Ponies were starting to steal glances up toward the royal box seats.
>"Young lady, you will not take that tone with-"
>A low hiss could be heard as ponies began to whisper.
>Celestia's gaze met mine.
>My eyes narrowed.
>She almost imperceptibly shook her head.
>I answered with a nod.
>More perceptibly she shook her head.
>I drew breath as her eyes widened.
>A young couple sat in a booth at Pony Joe's, making goo-goo eyes at each other.
>"No, youuuu order!"
>"But what should I order, sugar-lumpkin?"
>"Ohh, I don't know, hunny bunny."
>"What do you want to eat?"
>"…What do you think I want to eat?"
>At this moment, the windows shook.
>The plates rattled.
>A coffee cup fell off of the wall and crashed to the floor as a wall of sound washed over Canterlot.
>The couple stared at each other for a moment, then promptly became very interested in their own menus, faces beet red.
>…and that's how I found myself being floated along as Celestia made a panicked run back to the castle.
>Lights were coming on in windows as we passed.
>Ponies poked their heads out in confusion.
>In moments, we were back in the castle as Celestia slammed the doors closed.
>"Are you happy, Anonymous? You just made a media nightmare in a single night. Do you know what you've done? What do you have to say for yourself?"
>With smug satisfaction, I knew there was but one answer.
>My grin cracked my face in two as I uttered a single word.
>With a sigh, she shakes her regal head, mane billowing a bit more from the motion.
>"… Go to your room. You're grounded."
>There was a brief pop, and I was surrounded by the pink prison that was my room.
>Totally worth it.
kek, i love seeing more of this story
I like how even after being mortally embarrassed, Celestia doesn't do so much as raise her voice. A true queen.>>155935
"Yo, I wanna learn the cello. Where can I get some music lessons around here?"[ 1d100 = 66 ]
Updates might be ever sparser for a while, too soon to tell.>>155031
"Where's the milk from?">"Cows. Do you really think I'd have produced enough for that mug already given how you drained me?"
"N-no…">"My magic has limits. Anything else, or are you going to keep wasting my time?"
"Yeah, why the hell are you so jittery? I haven't seen you this bad before, it's like you smoked something…">"I…">Her eyes water up a bit as she takes a swig from the steaming concoction.>"Owlowiscious… is dead. When I came home today after you went to visit League, I found the body at the base of the stairs to my study. I-I just don't understand…">Taking a small vial out of her mane, she pours it into her drink.>"The door wasn't damaged, I-I left him in the study. It was unlocked, t-that shouldn't be possible… the magical signatu-"
"Deep breaths, you're rambling.">Clearing out her lungs, she continues.>"The door to the study will only accept what's called a 'Rune key,' which is a specific set of magical stimuli. The reason rune keying is so popular among mages is because it's so difficult to crack, with a skilled enough mage the number of combinations can number in the range of a Gogol. I've never told anyone the combination, but sure enough the last time the door was used was late last night…">She looks at you straight in the eyes.>"My autopsy revealed that the poor thing had it's brain crushed from inside the skull. It could have easily killed you or I with both of us asleep, but it didn't. It killed poor Owlowiscious. I'm scared, Anon."
"Hold on, don't you have magical seals all over the house that immediately wake you up if-">"All disabled."
"Was anything taken?">"Nothing. If it weren't for my dead friend, the casual observer would assume everything was in order…">The two of you just sit silently there for a few minutes, only interrupting the faint sound of wind against the crystal walls with a small slurp of one of your drinks.>Eventually Twilight caves and breaks the silence.>"So… how about that poem then?">Eager for a distraction, you bring out the assignment.>"Hmm… 'Compete for prizes, glory and fun in the annual Equestrian poetry competition! Due to last year's concept of Love turning in too many personalized and frankly very poorly-written poems, we would like to invite anybody with half a brain to write something about friendship. Any old drivel will get you a participation trophy, we ordered too many anyways for last year; but only one pony can be crowned poetry champion and take the grand prize of a trip to the Crystal Empire…'"
"Fucking hell, they need a consistent writer.">"Tell me about it. So, do you have any good ideas or do you want me to just write the damn thing for you?">Input action.
Friendship is about sharing your cloak, carrying your friend across a terrain of thorns and brambles, or suffering the worst of humiliations, with nothing expected in return save for a kind word.
But seriously, tell Twilight about what entered your room a few nights ago and formulate a plan of action. This could not be an ordinary unicorn.[ 1d100 = 51 ]
"Hey, you know what? At least you don't have to remember the time loop, Diana Rose Fischer."
She winces as you emphasize each individual word in her name, then shakes her head as if trying to get rid of a bad memory.
>"Great, you know my name. And based on the fact that you're using my full name, I'm willing to bet that you just learned it. Where'd it come to you, in a dream?"
"Time loop. I am in a time loop."
>"Right. You said that earlier, okay. So is this like some sort of Groundhog Day scenario?"
>"Okay, well that sucks. How many loops have you done?"
"This is the eighth loop."
>"So I'll take it you've made some attempts to get out thus far? What have you tried?"
write it yourself first. if it sucks, let twilight do it. However, I agree with >>156134
, there are more pressing issues at hand.
forgot to roll[ 1d100 = 3 ]
This.[ 1d100 = 71 ]>>156138
Fucking hell explaining what we've done is going to get annoying if this this loop fails again.
"Pretty much fucked around the first few before trying suicide. Last loop I tried going to Canterlot by train to see Celestia and you followed me there. You suggested we use spike so we save time this loop. Oh and Pinkie is also looping and she'll be here in a few hours."[ 1d100 = 23 ]
Being a better person, suicide, crime sprees, getting knocked up, talking to Celestia an Pinkie, but enough about me. Next up, using wings to scout the Everfree for a lost Aussie. [ 1d100 = 40 ]
"Correcting a mistake, suicide, crime sprees, turning gay for Big Mac, and talking to Celestia. Pinkie is looping with me, because she's Pinkie. And right now, that Aussie cunt dying to something in the Everfree is the most likely reason that I keep looping. So, if you don't mind, I'm going to find a really big, preferably pointy stick to defend myself with as I wade into the most dangerous place in Equestria." [ 1d100 = 31 ]
Plays are actually pretty great when performed by real actors.
where's your proof, yuro?
Just won it myself. Turns out it's not as hard as it looks.
Yep. I'll have to amp it up for season two.
Congrats to the two new winners
This. Horsepussy makes every picture 5x better. Also, crotchteats if you could?
"Uhhhhhhh…">To be continued
you'd be gay if you didntid want that as the filly too
Don't bash the delicious flat crotch.
Exactly. That's why I called them crotchteats instead of crotchboobs.
delicious flat crotchteats all day every day.
thisespecially the spoiler text
Best version right here.
Now make the reverse.
What a lucky filly.
Non-OC version when?
That's actually Soarin,
Although it is kinda hard to tell without seeing the CM or the wings.
O shit, I did not notice. That makes it 10x better.
Soarin is a risk taker always looking for his next rush, and nothing is riskier than paternity roulette with fan fillies.
On that day, Dash vowed to never wash her cunt again.
you assume she did so before
"Uhh, let's see here. I've tried being a better person, killing myself, getting knocked up, going on a crime spree, talking to Pinkie Pie - by the way she's on the same time loop, and talking to Celestia. She suggested we use Spike for fast two way communication to save time next time we need to talk. But enough about me, I need you to do something."
"Yeah, I need you to go do your flight spell research. Really, just do what you'd normally do and let me know when you're done. You had a working prototype by lunch time on the first loop, and I've got a theory on how I'm going to get out of this whole thing."
>"And what is that theory?"
"The Aussie is dying in the woods and I need to rescue her."
>"Okay then, I guess I'll just do exactly what I was planning to do today. Wanna go get breakfast?"
sure, and while we already know today's lessons, can we ditch?[ 1d100 = 24 ]
Because you popped up out of nowhere like i did! I never had a mommy here either.
I can make (You) a mommy, though!
You're special, Anon. Oof. No daughteru should be without a mom. You wouldn't leave your foal, r-right fillies?
…I’ve heard this question before.
You’re gonna learn needless to say
Cum edit when?
also, AnonXFilly version when?
The real question is normal anon or shota anon?
All around me are familiar fillies
Lost their willies, worn out sillies
I wanna leave Earth, no one will miss me
Going nowhere, going nowhere
These sighs among cuddly masses
Tfw no gf, no gf
Hold my hoof, But no homo bro
Never homo, never homo
These nights I've been lying
Clutching my pillow, like that
Would ever fulfill my vying
For a filly to call me Dad
I find it hard to reach her
Even if I claw at my monitor
She's alive, I really am sure
It's a mad world, It's a mad world
Anons waiting so that they could
Be the filly, be the filly
Living here I've barely withstood
Take me, really, make me frilly
When I arrive I'll be very nervous
Am I dreaming, am I dreaming?
Hey Twiggy tell me what's my lesson
Hold me dearly, hold me dearly
These nights I've been lying
Clutching my pillow, like that
Would ever fulfill my vying
For a filly to call me Dad
I find it hard to reach her
Even if I claw at my monitor
She's alive, I really am sure
It's a mad world, It's a mad world
Leaving your world
What if Twilight becomes your mom?
Well, I'd love to see THAT family tree.
I keep forgetting to remove sage from the name field.
Now THAT s a good mom, surely she d manage to take out the faggot from filly and raise her to be a proper mare
>>156588>>156589>Cucked by your own filly
Who ever said I was his
"Benis"[ 1d100 = 17 ]
You call that a benis? You are like a babby, watch this. B E N I S
Yuo ar bodh babbiess, dhis id a REEL mansB E N I SENIS[ 1d100 = 100 ]
filly. That's rough.
"Yeah, sure thing. Also hey, since I already know today's lessons, would it be a bad thing to ditch classes?"
>"Do you want to explain this whole time loop scenario to your teacher tomorrow, assuming you sort this whole thing out today?"
"It would not be my idea of a fun time."
>"Then if you want my advice, go to class as usual. Who knows, maybe your time loop situation has to do with what's going on there. Or don't, see if I care. I'm not your mom."
"Aww, but I thought you were supposed to be me and Blossom's mama."
>"Says the naughty filly who never eats her vegetables. Now come on, let's get some waffles."
"Good. I haven't eaten in like… a week."
>"Wait, seriously? You had all the excuses in the world to eat like a pig without consequences, and you wasted it doing silly degenerate things like sex outside of wedlock and a crime spree? What is wrong with you, you silly filly?"
"Many things, I thought you would've gotten that by now."[ 1d100 = 98 ]
a 100 and now this? I'm truly RNGsus's chosen!
Wait, I just realized that filly did eat, once, during the crime spree.
I guess filly's memory is not perfect either.
I wanna run my hangs along that filly's back and down her haunches, and then hold her close and kiss the base of her little ear.
I also want to run my hangs down filly's back.
the difference in the size of the eyes on the leagueXanon pic is kinda freaking me out
everything else is great though
i want to call this cute little filly a faggot while i tenderly fug her
Those words make it so fuckin unf, but why does it have to be Spic.
We need a POV pic of that same position, I want to fuck the filly ass!
Great, when is that guy who was doing FillyXLeague green gunna return?
Filly will be gay, regardless, though.
"Many things. I thought you would've gotten that by now."
>"Well alrighty then. Come on, let's get you fed, weirdo."
You head upstairs and get ready to enjoy breakfast. A very sleepy Cadance is making her way to the stove, but Twilight manages to snatch up the frying pan before her, with some sense of determination in her to fill you full of calories. You're not sure if it's out of a motherly instinct or jealousy over your figure. Twilight may not be fat, but from all of the exercise you've been doing over the past few weeks before the loop, you're certainly a bit more svelte. You contemplate making a fat joke at her expense, but decide to pass.
Within minutes, you find yourself faced with a tower of waffles, each covered in syrup, with a pad of butter atop them. Not knowing whether this will your last loop, or one of many to come, you take her advice and savor every bite look a good hedonist.
When you finish your meal, you find yourself at odds with what to do next. Twilight has already situated herself on the couch with a book, and you know that without any intervention from yourself, she should have a flight spell by around noon. You could go to school in the mean time, but you don't want to. You could do something crazy and possibly illegal, but if you do, you can't let this be your final loop, and your actions thus far will have been for nothing.
What will you do?
dab on twiggles then go find some ziggers to sell you some drugs.
Do a filly then faget, it's easy.
We need more obscure fillies.
let's go and act normal until it's time to kick ass and run out of gum![ 1d100 = 46 ]
Rolling for this. You're in a timeloop, just don't do something devastatingly
retarded just in case
and you should be fine. [ 1d100 = 5 ]
heh dude you actually gotta inject the marijuanas to make it work[ 1d100 = 3 ]
see my power nigga
lel, druggies btfo [ 1d100 = 28 ]
ha ha, twas but a test
now that i know the limit of your powers, you shall be defeated[ 1d100 = 67 ]
Boosting[ 1d100 = 61 ]
no u [ 1d100 = 15 ]
It's unlikely this will be our final loop, anyway, but if we actually want to avoid slowly going insane from having to relive the same day over and over again, it'd probably be best to start planning for our expedition into the Everfree.
Remember kids, drugs r bad, m'kay? [ 1d100 = 87 ]
Anything but this[ 1d100 = 22 ]
Practice your dancing.[ 1d100 = 79 ]
Not gonna lie, this gif is quite amusing>>156740
Make plans to never take drugs, dropping school is alright thou, you only need magic theory and history afterall, you can get that from purple
Oh yea, the roll, watch me get exposed with a 1[ 1d100 = 62 ]
How the fuck is twiggy piggy lifting that? I don't see her horn shining.
Well of course it's all wonky there for you, down under filly.
>>156841>holds you down
Is that euphemism for hand holding
do i have to beat you too, faget?[ 1d100 = 62 ]
>>155181>Walking downstairs, more slowly than usual.>The cold air around you stung and froze every muscle in your filly body all at the same time.>You still were sopping wet, making thing even more awkward walking down the steep incline.>What was up with him? >Did he have some sort of vendetta against double chocolate chip?>Or was it you playing cute with Fluttershy?>Whatever it was, caution was needed from here on out, seeing as how the power-hungry demon was going to be more and more volatile.>Him using actual violence was something new and unexpected.>Well no matter, he can’t keep up that schtick as long as you continue the retard routine.>Eventually, he’ll just chalk it up to ‘she’s got a fucked up brain,’ and he and everyone else will forget about you.>Wow, that last part didn’t sound great.>Still, you also needed to learn the language somehow to out of this technicolor, god-forsaken world.>SLIP.>Ah, shit!>A quick misstep of your forehoof allowed you to face-plant onto the stair landing.>God, can you at least go one week without brain injuries.>Pretty sure you haven’t even gone one day without it.>Grumbling to yourself, you push yourself upright and shake all the water on you like a mutt.>Heading back towards the kitchen, you can only hope that some food would brighten your day a little.>>In front of you lay a plain grey of mush. Meanwhile, Discord and Flutters got the sumptuous ‘Ol meal of hay, eggs, and buttered toast.>As she sat back down, she took the opportunity to make small talk with discord, while you tried to stab him with your eyes.>Sipping on his mug, he shared a seeming-concerned nod like an actually concerned parent. It would have been believable if he did give you a brief smug look knowing that he screwed you over with >This fucker wants to play games. Okay. Let's play.>…>”…You know, I hate that I can’t give her a nice meal like we have.
“Uhm”>”But after almost poisoning her. I couldn’t bear to take any chances, and oatmeal seemed like the least harmful thing I could think of…”
“Uhm”>…But, gosh. I can’t help but think how upset and distraught her parents must be looking for her. Especially someone as fragile and as weak as her. Do you think we’ll ever find them?”>You lay your mug back down, as you picked up on laying the magic.
“Oh, of course, It’s only a matter of time. No one just simply up an abandoned a filly for no reason. Right?”>You shared a look with the menace. Who just simply glared at you across the table, unmoving.>”Right…”>You have no idea what was going on in the filly’s mind.>But you didn’t like it.
“Well, I think it’s about high time I got the little bugger off to school. Don’t you think?”>A wise pony once told you that if there was anything in the world to be more hated than anything. It was school.
Sorry for the late update. After days of work, writing, internal turmoil
I managed to finally crash.
Although I have no clue as to what to write next without introducing long time-skips, long cliche school scene with the cliche bullies and teenage angst. So, some input would be appreciated.
Since you aren't planning on going to school, you decide now would be a good time to start preparing for your trip into the Everfree. Though you plan on simply flying over the forest as much as possible, you realize it would not be a bad idea to familiarize yourself with anything you might encounter when you eventually have to land. Fortunately, among Twilight's growing collection of books is a nice tome on the flora and fauna of the Everfree Forest. Over the next few hours, you find yourself studying as much as you can of it in your room, hiding from your adoptive parents after you made it look like you left for school already.
From the book, you manage to find a few choice bits of information about how to survive in the forest, and what types of threats you might face. You probably won't be able to face any large creatures, like hydras, with the stuff you have available to you, but fortunately they can't fly or breathe fire, and they mostly tend to stay in the adjacent area of Froggy Bottom Bogg. Of greater concern to you are cockatrices, poison joke, and timberwolves. For the cockatrices, you figure that a mirror would be the best weapon against them, and you manage to find a decent recipe for a poison joke cure. You're not quite sure about how to deal with timberwolves yet. Though you consider for a moment using Spike, his fire breath is really weak still, and it only comes out when he eats spicy enough food - Twilight's idea of cheating her assignment.
After about a half hours of brainstorming ideas on how to take out a possible timberwolf threat, you hear the loud shattering of broken glass coming from upstairs.
What do you do?
It's Ponyville, not an ordinary town, so have some special event happen. New classmate, possible fieldtrip, Cheerilee sick and a substitute take her place. This is just for school. Some not-disastrous thing could happen to Ponyville.
If you go for a bully route, don't make it predictable with a "let's pick on the tard" plotline but have someone continually frame you for pranks and petty crimes. As for teenage angst, the foals are not the same age so age conflicts would exist.
Time to get the broom.[ 1d100 = 40 ]
If I did go for the bully route, I'm sure I'd be a pain to come up with an exclusive motive for doing such. Maybe I'd take a grouping-type approach, by having the in-group subjects (The high, mighty, and narcissistic) and out-group (The outcasts, strange, and defective) and find some way to eventually single her out down the line. Like the framing of pranks, as you mentioned.
Also, I like the age conflict and will consider it. Seeing as I love negative character archetypes.
But, Thanks. I really love the input.
The loud noise triggered our PTSD. Take cover under the nearest furniture while screaming about Charlie. [ 1d100 = 69 ]
More comfy with Fluttershy.
That better not be a party foul! If someone dropped a bottle of Alcohol I'm going to be upset! [ 1d100 = 90 ]
i still notice it in the first one, but i figured 3 times is enough
there's a tiny patch of color left above filly from the background i edited, there was also some color still left over in the mane
the lewd pic had a bit of grass that was completely black instead of slightly opaque like the rest of it, and the puddle of filly juice at the bottom was the same black as the outline instead of that color
Grab a glass bottle to use as a weapon and find a good place to ambush any potential attackers. [ 1d100 = 29 ]
This, I can't get enough of that picture.
>>157099>Editing that Fluttershy picture
Why didn't you just ask the artist if he could do a quick anonfilly version?
It's fun practice to edit myself.
I'd rather have an official version. He's done plenty of filly art already and even posts in this thread, so there's no reason not to ask.
I kinda agree with you; if the original artist has done filly art before, then there's no harm in asking, right?. But then again, I am also kinda with >>157135
here. Let other artists try their hands at editing others' art every now and then; the practice may do them so good that they can edit others' art without breaking a sweat.
There are plenty of images out there to "practice" on.>>157176
I do appreciate the thought and effort, and it's honestly not too bad of an edit, but I'm just saying. It was a pretty strange image to choose. You could have at least asked beforehand.
Also, have you tried drawing? More original content would be great to have.
>>157181>It was a pretty strange image to choose.
That mane is literally filly's, and the thought of filly going through her first heat is super hot, I don't know what's strange about it.
And I did kind of ask, and I do draw, so no u.
Strange as in the artist, not the image. It's a great image for a filly pic, but with the artist doing so much Anonfilly, why not just see if he could do an alt version?
I assumed you didn't ask because you did it yourself. Did you ask?
Because someone drawing so much of filly means they like the character, and there's a good chance that they'd do an alternate version. Not sure what's difficult to get about that.
I'd just rather have an alternate version of that picture from the actual artist than an edit, and don't get why you'd put in all that effort for something that could have been much easier to get.
Speaking of which,>>156658
If you're still here, could you do an Anonfilly alt version of this picture, please?
This is silly.
But, pegafilly is best filly!
The sound of the glass immediately makes you wonder if Twilight remembered to put away the Vodka last night… or if someone else pulled it out and it fell upon the floor. The very thought that your precious booze might be in jeopardy summons within you a primal anger and drives you to rush upstairs to see what is the matter.
As you throw open the door, however, the source of the noise becomes very obvious, and thankfully it wasn't the booze. Instead, you see the family crowded around a winged Twilight recovering from a crash. She had apparently flew through one of the windows and collided with the wall. Of course, despite the amount of attention she is receiving, you have not managed to avoid being noticed by Mama Velvet.<<"Young lady, why aren't you at school?"
Well fuck, there goes another day.
Psychic powers told me something would happen, don't question it![ 1d100 = 97 ]
fillies are gay
I know you're trying to bait, but literally everyone knows that, no matter what or who you do, you'll still be a gay.
Which means you can now do A L L the gay.
*As the filly.
Even then, I'd want to spend some time enjoying the filly part of being the filly first. You know, breeze through school, make friends, just generally enjoy life. The kinds of things I didn't get to do as a mere human.
frig[ 1d20 = 4 ]
"Um… Friendship is giving the cloak off of your back, carrying an injured pony through bramble and vine, shedding the mask of pride for the sake of protection; all without expecting anything in return but the compassion of company…">She stays silent for a few minutes at that.>"I-I… I think I've been a shitty friend. Alright, it looks like the minimum you need is a little over 200 words, I think I can extrapolate based on that.">You nod slightly, down to the last dregs of your drink at this point.>Inserting your tongue into the cup, you prompt a slight chuckle from Twilight.>"I wasn't lying earlier when I said that you're pretty damn cute."
"T-thanks…">"It's no problem.">You scooch your chair closer to Twilight over time, eventually arriving at her side.>You can see she's making fine progress on the poem, taking your words and using them as a basis for something with a complex rhyme scheme and even more eloquent writing.>You were pretty proud of your own bit, but you have to admit that her own does put yours to shame.>Twilight clearly has other intentions regarding your new location however, wrapping a soft wing around you.>You would protest if it didn't feel wonderful.>With a stomach full of warm fluid and a downy appendage wrapped around you, you soon feel yourself slipping a bit out of the chair as you struggle to keep your eyes from fluttering closed.>"Alright sleepy, let's get you off to bed.">This time she picks you up by the nape of the neck, of fucking course…>It's embarrassing, but there isn't anypony else around to see.>…anyone.>You do notice her grabbing a bottle of some sort of brown fluid from the fridge with her magic along with a glass though, so she might just be trying not to strain her telekinesis.>You'll be the first to admit you have no fucking idea how much the load she can bear with it is.>She sets them down at the door as she heads with you for the bathroom.>"Do you need to pee?"
"Y-yes…">"Alright.">Setting you down on the toilet, she keeps her gaze focused on you.
"A-a little privacy would be nice…">"Oh, right.">You see her cheeks are a bit of a brighter shade of purple as she exits.>After you've finished pissing, you clean yourself up as best you can with hooves.>After a few frustrated sighs, Twilight pokes her head back in with a smug grin plastered on her face.>"Need any help?"
"Fuck off!">She just laughs you off as you groan in agony, trying to wipe the last bit of piss off of your nethers.>"Here.">You shrink away a bit as Twilight cleans you off.>"Was that so bad?"
"Yes! I-I mean no! Fuck off!">Giggling a little she just hoists you up once more, setting you down in your bed.>You're still pouting a bit, which only makes her laugh harder.>"S-sorry, you're just so fucking funny…">Wiping a few tears from her eyes, she pours a bit of the brown fluid in the glass and sets it by the door, closing it behind her.>"Goodnight, Anon."
"A-away, you she-demon!">The laughter is almost up to a roar at this point.>The glass slides a bit closer to the closed door, the brown fluid inside now illuminated with her signature purple aura.>Yep, you're not going anywhere tonight.>Extinguishing the lamp, you slip off into dreamland.>"Wake up and find a hiding place. It's back.">Bolting upright, you notice immediately how dark it is now.>Something heavy sets down an appendage just outside your door.>Scrambling to your hooves and hopping out of bed, you decide to scurry under the bed once more.>Keeping your breathing shallow, you listen as the door opens and the fluid in the glass spills all over the floor.>A bit flows onto your hoof and you recoil until you get a whiff.>It's just chocolate milk.>The action was apparently enough to give away your position as you hear it whirl around.>Three.>Two.>One.>Before you can get up to bolt like hell, you are lifted by something massive.>You hear its voice in your mind.>'The only deal is that I bring you in alive.'>Just as you try to cry out, your jaw suddenly doesn't work.
Ha! Finally wrote over the 6k for a single update!>>157274>All you can do is whimper in fear as something becomes red-hot in the darkness.>Though clearly fueled by a spell of some sort, the magic utilized to heat up the metal in front of you is dark and pulsating.>By the time enough of it has flowed in to heat it to the desired temperature, you're shivering despite the heat in the room.>The metal moves closer and closer to you until it's no more than a few inches from your muzzle.>Despite not being able to see what holds you in the dark, you can almost feel the grin plastered on its nondescript face with the next words.>'Let's give you your first permanant mark why don't we, blank flank?'>You can't see what happens when the metal object is moved away from your face, but you can certainly feel it.>First and foremost, the acrid stench of burning fur.>Then, the excruciating pain of your flesh being burned after it.>And finally, nothing.>You can only assume that your nerve endings have been singed off at this point as you stay there, trapped in place.>One final pain comes as it removes the bar from the groove it set it in and singes you one last time.>…>And then he moves on to the other side.>Tears are streaming down your face in rivers at this point as you silently beg it to stop, though even you know that your pleas go in vain.>Finally, it finishes.>The bar is extinguished and…>There's a figure at the door.>You can feel the energy being drawn out of the world around you as her horn glows a brilliant purple, a bolt aimed right above you.>As it's deflected off and destroys a good portion of the ceiling, you hear a slight chuckle in your mind.>'Foolish princess, did you really come in expecting to defeat the likes of me with powerful magic? I am your equal both in intelligence and power! No, I am superior! I-'>Brain matter splatters all over your coat as Twilight kicks it in the head from behind.>As your jaw unlocks, your sobs can finally be heard by Twilight as she rushes over to your aid.>As the lamp is lit once again, you see that the only evidence of there being a struggle is the blown open ceiling, the two singed question marks on your flanks, and the chunky red and grey viscera spread on your fur.>Twilight looks at you worriedly, taking a pair of tweezers and picking out a bit of grey matter.>"J-just let me get this somewhere cold and sterile and I'll take you to the hospital!">She rushes out of the room.>Ha, silly pony. You don't need any medical->You take another look at your right flank and faint.>When you come to, both Twilight and League are standing over you, both looking very worried.>You're hooked up to another damn IV.>"Go ahead, I know you probably have a lot of questions…">Input action.
I'm…fairly certain you just failed the roll.
Do we really need to input something here? The story moving fine. Just let her tell us what happened
so do you have a pastebin or something?
Well, of course. But why not both?
The 5/6/7W's are applicable here.[ 1d100 = 24 ]
Also didn't put in any of like fifteen stories that were listed as a direct reply to your post about shit needing to be added to the doc.
From the last thread? I just checked, and the direct reply ones are all accounted for. I may have listed it under the pastebin name If I didn't correlate that name with a namefag.
Minus the no title, no name ones. They get passive aggressive titles about titling.
THE FUCK HAPPENED?[ 1d100 = 98 ]
Here, I put this story on my own pastebin with a proper title.https://pastebin.com/Bc0EJhbV
The anonymous paste is called "An Ear Pull Story" in the doc, currently. Can you please put this one in instead?
Do you want to talk about something?
I'd be willing to draw some sort of 4th-themed filly while it's still the 4th in part of the country and I am still really drunk.
filly holding a large amount of lit fireworks in her mouth like cigars
Tastes like freedom.
"My psychic powers told me something would happen, don't question it!"
Mama Velvet gazes into your eyes intently. Somehow you must have flinched or otherwise betrayed your thoughts, because she soon develops a very smug grin.<<"I don't think you're being that truthful with me. In fact, I think you're hiding something from me, Missy."
It's around this time that Twilight starts to slowly get up, thus saving you from Mama Velvet's attention.
>"Anon, I… I don't think I'm gonna be able to come with you today."
She fires a familiar magic spell at you and wanders her way over to the couch, where she promptly collapses.
You are now a moth pony again.
Was going to make a joke linking filly to the California fires, but I'm too busy dying from smoke inhalation.
Explain to mama Velvet that it's a time loop. No point being dishonest about not wanting to do the same school day over and over again.
Let's fly to the castle! [ 1d100 = 52 ]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oL0sh5vKrjA
I must go, my people need meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee[ 1d100 = 25 ]
Time to get the fuck out of dodge [ 1d100 = 96 ]
Fly out the window and practice flying before heading to the forest.[ 1d100 = 49 ]
Unless, ya'know, I'm rarted and it already existed
qt filly, would snugg
>You ve fled from purple
>What does a filly- a man, has to do to have some privacy?
>Lately she has been so clingy you could barely breath
>And you swear if you werent an earth pony she would ve broken you in half with her bear hugs
>She was autoritative and never left you alone before, sure
>But now its like you cannot even get out of her vision cone
>Unless you want her to rush at you and give yet another bear hug
>It gotten to the point of you having to stand on top of the counter, just so she could see you on her peripherals while cooking
>But as she stuck her nose to a book you were quick to flee this time
>The hug is coming one way or another so may as well get a breath
>Sadly during your stroll around Ponyville you notice that its not just Twilight
>The whole town seem to be in a hug frenzy
>Ponies left and right almost crushing each other in bear hugs
>In fact there s some pegasi that are literally just lying on the ground
>Just like Rainbow Dash, which also has a pink accessory named Pinkie Pie
>Her head is looking like its gonna explode from the force
>But from time to time the earth pony releases her, just to start it all over
>Not wanting to get involved you jump in the first window you see
>It was open and dark inside, so you should be fine
>You walk deeper within just to be sure
>Your hopes that its inhabitants are out are crushed as a dim golden light shines around the corner
>There s also happy noises you cant quite distinguish
>Sounds like a mare…and actual words..though you cant uderstand from here
>Against your better judgement you walk towards the light
>Looking around the corner you see the shine wasnt just an unicorn aura, but a gold gauntlet as well
>"…but now i have proof! Hehehe~"
>Wait is that…
>"Oh, hey there filly, want to be the first to know about THE TRUTH?"
>It fucking is
>The infinity gauntlet, in the hands…hooves…
>In the magic of a mortal
>The way she emphasised "the truth" didnt calm you none
>But before you could abort the mission and run for it, the mare had you in her grasp
>Oh, its Lyra
>Fuck its Lyra
>The mare couldnt leave you alone after she learned that Twilight was hiding a human
>Once you became a filly, Twilight must ve told her some lie about you going AWOL or something
>Still, now as a filly you re powerless to resist her
>She must ve sensed the panic on your face as she gives you some room and turns the light
>Now in the light, you notice that the gauntlet has all the stones and everything
>You need to do something
>"Sorry, got excited, but look at this!"
>She dropped it from her magic and held it with both hooves like a prize
>"This, my dear filly is just the proof i needed to prove everypony wrong!"
>Swiftly she slides it on one of her forehooves
>"It feels weird, but now everypony will believe me when i tell them that humans are real, with this-"
>How is she even alive?
>She s gonna kill every pony that doubts her?
"Wait, what did you say?
>Your panic quickly turns into confusion trying to be sure you heard right
>"Humans, they re real, look" - she raises the gauntlet to your face, moving the fingers slightly - "a human hand could fit perfectly in these fancy shiny gloves"
>You facehoof so hard you think you got a concussion
>"Hey its real! They re real! You think i just crafted this to prove a fantasy?"
>You open your mouth to speak but two fingers keep your snootle shut
>"No, I dont want to hear it, ugh if only Bon Bon was here"
>How is she moving the fingers is beyond you
>Wait did one of the orbs just glow?
>And just like that Bon Bon literally appeared beside you
>No teleportation light show
>No clopping of running hooves
>If she s actually using the gauntlet's power you need to take it out of her
>She doesnt seem to have any idea of how dangerous it is
>And just like that your opportunity shows up
>Bon Bon is giving Lyra the same kind of hug all of Ponyville seem to be suffering from
>And Lyra's just stands powerless to resist the earth pony
>Also leaving her hoof unattended to the side
>Slowly you start sliding it out of her hooves
>But at the same time the earth mare lessened her strength in the hug
>Thankfully she didnt fully release, so you can keep going
>"Oh Bon Bon I missed you so much, i even wished that everyone in ponyville could get a bear hug like yours"
>"Wished to who?"
>"No one in particular, i just felt like making a wish"
>"Well, no matter, i bet no one would be as lucky as me with my fluffy unicorn"
>"Im not fluffy, you are~"
>"You can say that again~"
>It was only then that Lyra moved to return Bon Bon's hug
>And no doubt noticed the fur touching her bare hoof
>Using their chat as distraction, you had managed to take it out, by biting on the index and slowly moving back
>And as soon it came off you bolted out of there
>From the corner of your eyes you saw Lyra make an attempt at a porsuit
>But she was immediately held omce more by Bon Bon
>Thanks to that you were free to go
>>157575>The journey to the castle was fairly mundane>Just had to stay alert to not get haped>Pinkie and Rainbow were still at it, while more pegasi had joined in the laying down in the ground>Either from pain or just playing dead, it seemed to work>You dont think any were playing dead though>Finally getting inside the castle, you immediately held your back to the door and slowly slid a hoof inside the gauntlet>You dont know if it was thanks to your new magical body, but you could feel yourself being torn apart from the inside out from the power>So you took it off with a sigh, not seeing a way to solve the hape-ning>Can that ever be considered a pun?>Its pratically the same word so maybe noOAAH!>"Oh Anon, where have you been? I missed you so much!">Surprised, you dropped the gauntlet to the ground as Twilight gave you a tight hug
"Ugh, fuck off purple">"Not until i get my hug back i wont">Grumbling you return the hug, and immediately move to gather the gauntlet>But its swiftly floated away by Twilight>"Ah ah ah, first tell me what this is"
"None of your concerns, give it back">"Yea, sure, looks like a glove for when you were a human and…">She slipped the thing in…>"…and…">Fuck…>"..and just so wrong, what would one do with such powerful thing? Dear Celestia if Starlight ever got a hoof in this…">What with these horned horses and using it like its nothing>"I dont know where you got this or what you were going to do with it, but im locking it away">You just stared at her>"Permanently" - she said, wanting an explication or at least a reaction>"And its final">Without any idea of what she wanted to hear, you decide that it wouldnt hurt to ask her to do try and fix everything
"Just do me a favour amd say 'everything will turn back to normal after i take these off' when doing so">Raising an eyebrow she shrugged and silently agreed before going to her lab>You stood there a while, thinking on the many ways that this could go bad>And when you finally turned around you were met with a soft white wall>Slowly raising your eyes, you discover the wall was just the belly of a big pony>A very big pony>Celestia's face is way out of reach, but you can see that she s restraining herself to not hug you>How she even got so close without you noticing is the real question>You d think you d notice a mare like her sneaking on you>"Hello Anon, have you seen Twilight? For some reason i feel like giving a hug to the ones dearest to me and she..">She sighs and a leg extends over you>She can easily walk over you if she wished>But you know that s not what was going to happen…
>Minutes later you know Twilight kept her end of the promise>Considering you re in a hospital bed after being haped by the sun, instead of being crushed to death>You let out a sigh, glad for everything being over>Also for purple having the foresight to safeguard the gauntlet>She may be crazy sometimes, but the girl knows her safety measures>"Visit for you Anon">The nurse interrupts your thoughts, letting a purple alicorn inside and promptly leaving>"Anon!"
The endIts not the green i was thinking on delivering, but saw that gif and got the idea if filly finding her with it
Also repost for a few fixes that were bugging me, sorry
Not bad, I like these short greens!
The entire family, with the exception of Twilight, seems to be staring at you. If you had a mirror on you, you could probably hazard a guess as to why (it's probably the wings and the bug eyes). Right now, however, you're not in the mood for explaining those wings, as you have no idea how long they'll last, or how long you'll need them in your search.
"Hey guys, I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got to get the fuck out of dodge right now. I'll be back in time for dinner, hopefully."
Before anyone else can get a word in, you fly your way out the door and head straight towards the Everfree Forest. Though it's been a while since you've last used your wings, it's nonetheless much easier the second time around. You try to gain a good bit of height to stay out of view of most ponies, but you still manage to get a few odd glances from some pegasi on your way to the forest.
Once you find your way over the trees, you fly a little bit lower to keep an eye on the ground. You're not quite sure what you should be looking for, only that it's a pegasus, who should probably be in trouble around the time you go back in time. The forest is pretty wide, and your wings are not as fast as you'd like them, so by your own basic calculations, this could very well take several loops to go through. Still, you won't find anything without taking your first steps, so you persevere your way through a mostly fruitless search.
The forest below is surprisingly very boring for the most part. You manage to spot a couple of cockatrices after about a half an hour of flight, but fortunately, they're both asleep. After another half an hour, you see the Castle of the Two Sisters off in the distance. Though you'd love to pay it a visit, your wings seem to suggest otherwise as you feel them fading out of existence. With your last few seconds of having them, you manage a somewhat rough landing in a small clearing below.
You are now standing in the middle of the Everfree Forest.
if we haven't found anything yet, an hero since nothing of value was lost except our time but not really
.[ 1d100 = 28 ]
Venture off to the castle and to the Elements of Harmony.[ 1d100 = 48 ]
Go eyerape the tree of harmony [ 1d100 = 85 ]
Find the nearest long sharp stick and shove it into our anus.[ 1d100 = 24 ]
rolling for this
Boosting![ 1d100 = 92 ]
something cute with filly and babby
filly submarine commander
Unifilly riding erf filly as her trusty steed, unifilly having a wooden sword and erf filly being grumpy
Unifilly levitating a wooden sword*
n.. non-consensual.. hoofholding?
Babby holding filly's thumb
Filly and babby snuggling together perhaps with one or both being asleep
Filly taken by the goberment cause she's some kind of alien thing.
Filly getting heavy petting!
Filly laying on her back, with babby cuddled up on her stomach.
filly eating a REALLY BIG red onion completely raw while other fillies look on in horror and disgust
>inb4 we get literally none of these requests
Fillies don't have thumbs dumbass.
Based on what you had seen from the surrounding area prior to landing, the area you're in should be pretty safe for now. That is, as long as you stay away from the scattered poison joke patches. Knowing this, you decide it would be an okay time to take a short break to masturbate. You've never done it out in the wild, nor have you done it anything not designed for sexual purposes, like a stick. Regardless, you've pretty much gotten used to the idea that your actions have no real consequences, so you proceed to grab the nearest tree branch and shove it up your ass.
This hurts pretty bad. Sticks are pretty rough around the edges, and assholes are pretty sensitive on the inside. After pulling it out, you see a little bit of blood on the stick, suggesting that you scratched the inside of your rectum.
You're not sure if you want to continue doing this, but at least you know first hand why bitter people are said to have a stick up their ass.
Go get a timberwolf dicking.[ 1d100 = 68 ]
Go get a regular wolf dicking.[ 1d100 = 24 ]
Eat oddly colored mushrooms.[ 1d100 = 58 ]
Huh. Didn't know there was a mothpony Anonfilly.
Filly sunbathing in the middle of winter while all the other ponies are freezing. Or other ponies wondering how Anonfilly can sunbathe at a time like this, only for her to answer that she's all man or something macho like that.
Ignore the impending anal seepage and start searching for monsters. Where there's things that want to kill you in the most horrific ways possible, there's Aussies. [ 1d100 = 79 ]
This. Patch up our anus and look for the faggot.
Oh yeah, rolling [ 1d100 = 12 ]
This.>>157705[ 1d100 = 63 ]
Glad the man has finally been graced with some art.
Rub poison joke on your horse puss.[ 1d100 = 40 ]
This [ 1d100 = 44 ]
If only the mods reacted this quickly to shitpost threads.
Quads of 7 confirm mods are shit…not that we needed any confirmation
There's God-tier mods here on this site, thanks to the fact that they see themselves as being one of us instead of being their own high-caste population. Ain't a day goes by without me thankin' the universe for that.
Cute AND funny.>>157737
Wasn't there another one earlier?
kek, that's some cute shit anon, i love your fillies
Ask why he would bang a mare with a STD.
Yeah, but this is the first he's gotten for his main green.
What was the other one?
Context for that image? Doesn't seem specific to the green.
It was from the collab green that Lone, ass and a few others worked on and then abandoned.
Maybe it could be started up again
new reaction image?
Maybe…It's an odd way to write. At least for me.
Not the collab part so much. Just the fact that we're writing about each other.
Cause the thing is we're writing about our 'actions', and I'm not sure about everyone else, but my biggest worry is stepping on toes by writing out other's actions, motives, and other character traits which the person being depicted may not agree with.
It's kinda considerate if you think about it a bit.
But what is Twiggles actually saying no to?
Somebody roll a d20.
After that spur of the moment idea, you're pretty sure you don't want to shove anything more up your ass today. Instead, you need to continue your search. Based on your current running theory, the Aussie filly should be dead by the time you loop back, so if you were to hazard a guess, the best place to look for her would be wherever there's the most danger.
You sit down for a moment to listen to the sounds of the forest. The Everfree is a pretty dangerous place, but you need to seek out the greatest danger. It takes a few minutes, but you manage to hear the growling of a manticore further south. Immediately, you run in the direction of the roar as fast as your legs will permit. Though you have no idea how you plan to take on a manticore, you're not entirely afraid to die a few times to find out.
Eventually, you can vaguely see the manticore in the distance. Before you can get a closer look at it though, you feel something tugging at your hind leg, and then lifting you up into the sky several feet.
You are now hanging from a tree by a snare trap.
Make a mental note of the snare's location for the next loop.
Considering we have hooves, and hooves have next to nothing for a snare to grab onto, we could probably escape our bindings fairly easily. They were probably there for the manticore, anyways. [ 1d100 = 38 ]
Ree at the top of your lungs and try to roughly estimate where this trap is. [ 1d100 = 64 ]
In fact, now that I think about it, it was probably the Aussie cunt who set up the snare in the first place.
Make a bet on who set the trap. "Oi, cunt, get me outta this fookin' thing, yea?" [ 1d100 = 61 ]
ITT: Reuben doesn't know what a lava lamp looks like.
Rolling to relax, let the blood run to our head and die peacefully.[ 1d100 = 93 ]
I know exactly what a lava lamp looks like; I had a cousin with one. It's just that when I saved that image, I couldn't really think of anything else at the time.
Rip in piss Reuben's cousin
You DO realize how long it takes to die from being upside down, right?
Doesn't matter, we'll have passed out long before then.
Anon, honestly, quit being such a faggot.
Good work>Twilight will never torment you with a giant lava lamp
>/ptfg/ queer removing his flag
And why did you think that would work?
Someone should let him know that PTFG didn't create Anonfilly.
Why did we request the ability to turn flags off again?
I'm not sure, I wasn't one of the people asking for it.
No, Anonfilly content came out of the Anonfilly threads. People just crossposted it to PTFG to keep that thread from actually dying.
Because now we have a surefire way of figuring out who some of the shills are.
Here's the image the shill dropped the comment on. Have at it.
What's the taste?
Like roofies, but with grape flavor.
Some people have rare flags and it can tie posts together.>>158056>Look at me: I am the sum of all fillies. Look carefully. My power infests all times, all galaxies, all dimensions.
Quick! Give me ideas for a doodle before I become lazy!
Pegafilly preening herself.
filly getting mad over dice rolls
Anonfilly eating soup
There will be an attempt. I'll post what I have if I suddenly lose motivation or something.
Thank you so much. Remember to have fun.
Wouldn't that be Queen Filly instead?
Shhh, don't remind filly of her lost dick, just go with it.
and now we got over 2000 fillies
THE FILLY FILLYING WILL NEVER STOP
Are there really that many filly images?
If so, there must be a ton of them that are missing from derpibooru.
>Have you mentioned how fun school is?>Especially when you don’t understand jack-shit.>No, really. It is. Well, not fun per-say.>But – interesting –>It’s like watching alien nymphs being taught their ways while in the body of one.>It’s mesmerizing to overview at first. Y’know? >The ability to capture all the details, see everyone's’ reactions. How everyone reacts with each other.>Stuff the show doesn’t prepare you for.>Language, science, magic, culture. All that jazz. Where on paper, or on TV better put, the fundamentals are all the same? But to see it practiced is odd, and insightful at times.>Ugh, you’re starting to sound like one of those college kids with a philosophy major.>Well… at least you didn’t have to do much learning. Today was mostly all observing and looking at plaques to not understanding a single thing.>You could make guesses as to what these statures were stoned for.>Like that one pony statue.>the one standing on its rear hooves with a crazy-big scroll in hand with one wrapping around her while looking super serious.>You couldn't exactly pull up a book about her or read the plaque to learn about her.>But guessing, it was all you had.>At least for now. Till you earned a better understanding of the language.>But for now, you were stuck with imagining and inferring.>You could guess she was a super-secret spy agent for the rouge griffons.>And that she tried to steal some great national secret or treasure by befriending one of the princesses.>Only to get caught in the end and….yeah.>”glabb fleeba!”>Snapping away, the group you were with was getting away as the last trailing the group tried to draw your attention by beckoning you over.>Your imagination is running amok again.>With haste, you made your way to catch up with the group, managing to get through a pair of closing tall, arched, castle doors.>Whatever, as long as you didn’t have to answer questions, you were okay.>As long as you didn’t have to go home, you were okay.>No dealing with that crazed psychopath either was a plus.>Entering the of the castle’s many ballrooms was one filled with many delights.>Well, if they could be called that. It looked to be more a poor excuse of a kid’s science fair.>A couple of tables set with vials, tubes, and other various containers with chemicals>A couple of contraptions that looked to come straight out of Da Vinci’s mind at poor attempts at pegasus-less flight.>And, Ah yes, the good Ol’ famed orange powering a light experiment.>Hopefully the stuff set up, was with the kid’s set in mind, and not their ‘greatest’ inventions.>However, you could help but have on of 'those' thoughts.>Just as quickly as to how you landed on creationism and the wonders of society; Your thoughts soon landed onto destruction and chaos in Equestria.>Almost like you were romantically attracted to it.>But maybe it was playing 'what-if' that attracted you better. Better at entertaining you than any statue could as it could play out moments of death and despair in your head.>Though, the question picking at the back of your head remained.>How easy would it be to take over a country like this?>Well, neither griffons, nor changelings, or yaks have seemed to have make attempts on claiming each other.>But that could be a side of effect of ponies being one of the few able to directly interact with magic.>That and stone-age weaponry.>How easy would it be for humans though?>Fairly easy probably. Hell, any third-rate country could presumably carpet bomb the whole nation and not have to deal with troops on the ground at all.>That’d be kinda fun to watch if you had to be honest.>All the ponies running for their lives, burning, bodies everywhere. Collapsing buildings, rubble everywhere.>Fuckin Geneva Convention. Stopping all the fun.>Hmmm.>Your not becoming a psychopath, are you? Should you be concerned?>It’s likely nothi-->YOINK!>It seems one of the fillies took it upon herself to try and show you something by yanking you by your mane towards some covered table.
“Ow Ow Ow Ow Let go let go let go letgoletgoletgo.”>Ow ow ow ow, why the why the hair. >SLAM!>Nose-first, the filly dragging you managed to pull your face into a table leg. Allowing you to go free, but sending you back onto your butt.>Rubbing away the pain, you look up to face the perpetrator.
“Hey! Why don’t you do me a fucking favor and ask first you fu..cking…Faggot?>She’s gone.>Where the hell did go off to?>A quick scan of your surrounding showed the odd white-haired filly was nowhere to be found.>Maybe behind the parade of adult ponies and young fillies walking around?>Or maybe she was trying to be a dick and ran off.>”SABBA!”>Huh?>A mere glimpse is all you got before a flurry of powders, containers, and mysterious liquids splashed all over your short stature.>Instively you shut your eyes with great fear for your eyesight.>Soon after a quick powdering dryness overwhelmed the skin beneath the fur, not to mention your lungs as well.>This soon followed with a splash of cold liquid over your dried coat.
“Khak! Khak Guuuuuuuh, Kaff kaff.”>Your lungs struggled to get the strange substance out as you hacked your lungs out.
“Tttttttthb, ttttthb. Blah, egh, the hell was tha-ooohhh ow ow ow it burns it burns it BUUUURNS!”>Ah, the wonders of bleach. Tis’ a wonder in cleaning.>Not so much in suicide and haircare.>Blind to the world, and unable to move with the growing burning sensation left you splayed all over the ground as you hoped for some water soon.
“Ahhhhh, fuck fuck fuck. Fuck this, fuck that, fucking fuck everything and everyone here.”
NaClO+NH3=N2H4+NaCl+H2O :^) I think I like onomatopoeias too much https://pastebin.com/AxZach57
>>158117>NaClO+NH3=N2H4+NaCl+H2O >Forget mustard gas is C4H8Cl2S
This is why I'm not a chem major, shit. Oh well.
Care to share? I'm lacking in the filly department.
This, but in the next thread. Dump there.
nice fillies friendo, keep it up
I am too high to balance out that equation to see if it is correct, but Hydrazine is still one hell of a fucking drug.
You look up at your hind leg as you dangle helplessly from the tree. If you were still a human, you might think to undo this knot with your highly nimble fingers. Or perhaps you might cut it with a knife that you would have kept in your pocket because all humans wear clothes, and most good clothes have pockets. Alas, you do not have fingers or a knife, and undoing this whole thing with your teeth would be an absolute pain.
Instead, you resign yourself to just giving up, not even positioning yourself better to avoid all of the blood running to your head. This is, of course, incredibly uncomfortable, but at least it gives you a good look at the ground below you, so you should hopefully be able to avoid it the next time you find your way here. That is, of course, assuming you don't lose a few IQ points in hanging upside down for so long.
A few minutes pass with you hanging like this, with a headache that seems to slowly get worse, before you eventually feel yourself drop to the ground. You look up, and see a filly version of Daring Do.
>"Well well well, look what the cat dragged in. Y'alright there cunt?"
God damnit it was so obvious.
Actually, let's roll for filly to say this. [ 1d100 = 4 ]
I believe two moles of NH3 are needed to balance.
Pretty good, thanks anon
rolling for >>158126
and to call them a cunt for not getting us down yet
and I forget to roll[ 1d100 = 28 ]
You're gonna die at like, 5:30, cunt![ 1d100 = 68 ]
Yup, seems about right.
That's a shame. I bet Nyxfag might actually kill himself if Anonfilly overtook the Nyx tag.
Cutest of the cute.>>158105>>158116
These will make fine additions to my collection.>>158117
Good work as always.
This. [ 1d100 = 39 ]
Dingo, what the dingo dragged in!
"Kill yourself." [ 1d100 = 59 ]
While that would be more Aussie-like, I would note that not too far off from you is a manticore, which has the face of a lion - a cat.
"Listen, ya soft cunt, I've been stuck in a God-damned time loop 'cause you keep gettin' yourself killed out here. Now, you're either comin' with me conscious or unconscious back to town, 'cause it gets REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING when you have to relive the same day over and over and over again." [ 1d100 = 79 ]
I wouldn't mind one more loop. Y'know, bleeding ass.
True, but it's not like it won't heal anyways. We'll just have to deal with blood-stained shit next time we take a dump.
Boost[ 1d100 = 61 ]
Where's your manifesto, you edgy shooter fuck? I've been looping through time for a long fucking time just to save your dumb Eric Harris wannabe ass from getting fucked a second time, so you'd better come with me.[ 1d100 = 25 ]
>"Are we there yet?"
>"How about now?"
"For fuck's sake, can't you just trust me when I say it'll be neat when we get there?"
"Gaah! You're such a pussy, that type of wasp won't sting if you hold your ground ya'know."
>"Still hurt like a bitch…"
"In any case, I'm not carrying you. You're getting a little pudgy, missy."
>You poke her belly to emphasize your point, prompting her to huff in protest.
>"Asshole! I'm not the one serving giant fucking portions…"
"You see me gaining weight from them?"
"Well there you go, keep this up and you'll be slim again in no time."
>She just grumbles something and you chuckle to yourself.
>Despite your disagreements, the last year with her in Equestria has been amazing.
>Going to sleep every night with her wrapped around your chest, snoring softly.
>Waking up early to cook breakfast for her.
>Brushing her mane and scrubbing her down gently in the shower.
>Neither of you had said it, but you both knew today marked 365 days together.
>A calendar year in Equestria was slightly shorter, but it felt right to celebrate today.
>About a week ago you had traveled into the Everfree, carefully mapping out a path to a secluded river that you had read about in one of Twilight's dustier tomes while your filly was at school.
>When you laid eyes on it, you knew it was perfect.
>The water was deep and blue, flowing slowly and more akin to a swimming hole to the rapids you knew in the rest of them.
>Shielded from the deceptively harsh Spring sun by multiple tall trees you assumed were hemlocks, you almost laughed out loud.
>You're snapped out of your thoughts as you see that she's stepped in a patch of thorns
>Sighing, you retrieve your hunting knife from your belt and cut her loose, making sure to tenderly remove the thorns afterwards.
>As she makes the next step, she winces and you groan.
>You pick her up.
>Fuck it, always more time to teach her about the benefits of exercising.
>After a few wrong turns, a bit of backtracking and almost throwing your compass at a tree, you arrive.
>Seeing the massive grin on her face does not disappoint as you get a running start and jump into the pleasantly cold water with all of your clothes on.
>Fuck it, you can dry them out later.
>Splashing around with her for a bit, you underestimate her own childish boundless energy as you are forced back to the shade of the hemlocks, defeated.
>You rejoin her once more after a few minutes of leisure, luring her back to shore after that with a sandwich made from meat exported by the griffons, and a slice of cake.
>The bumpy ride in your backpack completely squashed it, but neither of you care as you chow down.
>"Have I ever told you how much I fucking love you?"
>You laugh a bit.
"Many times. And have I told you?"
>Distracted, she barely even notices you slowly pushing her onto her back as you bring your mouth up to her tummy and give her the most intense raspberry of her life.
>By the time you've run out of air, she's practically pissed herself laughing.
>Sending her off back to the pool with a statement about calling you if she has any trouble, you lean back up against the tree for some light reading.
>'And as Daring Do slipped the gauntlet onto her left hoof, the ancient temple began to crumble.'
>'Realizing she could not fly through the holes in the roof due to the weight of the artifact, she made a break for the throne room.'
>A clunk. She must have gone under.
>'Daring Do was trapped. The entrances aside the throne had been sealed by debris, and she tried not to accept her fate as she wracked her mind for a way out.'
>You don't hear her.
>Looking up, you immediately throw your book aside as you rush over to the bloodied waters.
>Floating in the bool of crimson is a single item that you recognize to be her tail.
>As you weep by the side of the river, you realize your error.
>As you dive deep into the pool yourself, you feel the disturbance of something large beside you.
>It'll come for you eventually, but you can't wait.
>Piercing your wrist with your knife, you feel its hungry eyes fixate on you even though your are closed.
>You smile slightly as you feel a sharp pain at the base of your left arm.
>You'll be with her again soon.
THERE'LL BE HECK TO PAY!>>158124
Nonchalantly answer, "Just hanging around" and admire the view. Memorize your surroundings so after you inevitably get chomped you can do better.[ 1d100 = 65 ]>>158203>tfw you'll never be a hydra>tfw you'll never lunch on a tender, chubby filly
>He thinks the Aussie is the shooter
You pay enough attention to the story to know that there will be a shooter, but not enough to notice the time scale.
Look, this is the order of humans turning into ponies in Equestria:
Month 0: Twilight (AKA Diana)
Month 4: Fizzlepop
Month 8: Lyra
Month 12: Blossom (AKA Hannah)
Month 16: Daring Do
Month 20: Coco
Month 24: Anon
Anon's prophecy was that the next human to come to Equestria would be a school shooter. Daring was already here, for 8 months before you in fact.
So, Diana has no idea that Trump is now God-Emperor Trump?
She needs to be informed.
finally finishing this
>After a nice, lovely moment, you pull away and kiss her muzzle, getting a tiny giggle in response.
"So, wine?">"Hell to the yes.">She kisses you back, then spins around, pressing her back up against you and setting her glorious rump onto your lap.>Perfect fit.>You reach over, bringing the bottle and the glasses closer.>With a quick pop of the cork, you're pouring a full glass for the both of you.>"Man, it's been way too long since we've done this…"
"Agreed, but the shit they sell isn't getting any cheaper. You'd figure with all the fuckin' monster attacks that at least ONE person would be selling booze here.">"Heh, true that.">She picks up a glass in her hooves, and you take the other.>You're happy to see that she's not shaky or struggling with it in the slightest.>Not that you would've minded giving her sips by yourself, but it was hard not to notice how frustrated using hooves got her.>Gazing at the dark red liquid for a moment, you smell it before taking a sip.>Huh, surprisingly sweet.>Well, not that surprising, really.>These ponies just love their fucking sugar, man.>It actually kinda tastes like a mix of stuff, and you swear there's a kinda small hint of honey in it.>Probably using other plants in it or something, weirdly enough the plants here are stupidly sweet too.>At least compared to back home.>Here it's no wonder the ponies can just eat it out of the ground like nothing.>"Heeey, that's pretty goood.">A retarded sounding giggle escapes you.
"Oh shut up, you meme spouting faggot.">She moves and looks up at you, fluttering her eyelashes a little.>"Oh you know you love it, queerbait."
"No you.">She moves up and kisses you.>"No YOU!"
"No, I'm pretty sure it's YOU!">You kiss her back, which clearly gets her by surprise, seeing her eyes cross in confusion for like a second.>Suddenly, she chugs the rest of the glass, sets it down, and gives you a longer kiss.>Then comes off with a soft pop.>"No, YOU!">And she finishes it off with a gentle boop of her hoof.>Oh, so she wants to play it like that, huh?>You quickly down your own glass and place it on the blanket, before wrapping your arms around and bringing her into an even longer kiss.>For like a second before you break, you feel her melt into you.
"No, you.">Blush forming on her face, she knocks you down onto your back and tilts her head a little, bringing some tongue into this next one.>You can feel her heart starting to race a little, and a soft, cute moan escapes her.>"N-no, totally you.">She presses her muzzle on your nose, and you both stay staring at each other for a short moment.>Then you both have the idea to go in for a kiss, and it's already sloppy the second it starts.>Tongues gently moving and twisting, a few more moans escape her as you find yourself lost in her embrace.>Your hands hug her back, then move a little lower towards her flanks.>You rub that plush, fluffy butt of hers, squeezing ever so gently and feeling her hind legs hug your sides closer.>Well that, and all the fluids dripping onto your groin.>When you break away, there's a lot of saliva hanging between you both, and you know she's already up for another round.
"Well, we still have a bit of wine to finish, and the cake, how about we make this last?">Panting ever so slightly, she smiles and nods.>You move your hands over, taking your pants and underoos off, and she wastes no time rubbing her slit against your member.>She's already so slick and warm, and unable to control yourself you plunge into her, getting a soft gasp and a needy moan out of her.>Then you gently sit up, holding a hand on her back on the way up.>Once sitting up right, you pour another two glasses, handing one over to her.>She kisses you again, then slurping up the wine and sticking her tongue into the glass cutely.>You're not sure what she's trying to accomplish like that, but it really is fucking cute.>And the second she finishes, she moves her hips around in a circle, sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body.>She keeps on winking, sending wave after wave of fluids your way, soaking the rest of your groin easily.>Sure is an excitable filly, that's for sure.>You go and down your own glass, enjoying the aftertaste and what it leaves lingering on your tongue.>She hugs your waist with her hind legs, and just as you drop the glass, brings you in for another kiss, grinding back and forth on top of you.>Holding her hips, you hilt inside of her and thrust lightly while you kiss, hearing some very faint wet sounds and a few more lusty moans from her.>"Mmmph, Anon~">Good god she's so cute.>You cup her rump with your hands again, leaving one to trail over to a hoof and tenderly massage her leg.>Rubbing her frog she grinds into you more, bringing herself up and plopping back down onto you with some soft panting.>As you feel yourself getting a little close, you stop and pour another glass, which just goes down the hatch easily for both of you.>At this point you've already got a good buzz going.>The stuff here may be sweet, but it still sure as hell packs a punch to it.
>>158256>You both share each other's breath for a moment, and she bobs her hips on top of you needily.
"S-say… how about some cake, eh?">She sees the look on your face and quickly nods.>She stops her moving for a little, winking like mad as her body clearly tells her to continue.>Reaching over for the cake, you quickly cut one slice, then cut that slice in half.>You give one piece to her, and eat the other.>The second it's in her mouth, you both go in for a kiss, sharing the chocolaty goodness between yourselves.>She moans deeply, probably both from the cake and what you're doing.>The faint taste of wine with the chocolate and her own flavor is amazing.>You both move your hips while you kiss, trying to lick all the chocolate up from her mouth while you bring yourself closer to her.>You find yourself completely lost in her and the blast of flavor you're sharing, but soon enough swallow your respective pieces, leaving only the heavy hint of chocolate behind.>Your hands move to both of her frogs, rubbing them gently as her hind legs twitch with pleasure.>You glide them all around her backside, pressing softly and feeling up every inch of her that you can.>Eventually you notice the quicker pace that you've both ended up in, thrusting and meeting in the middle with a slick slap.>Your kiss strays into the both of you rubbing your tongues against and around each other, her panting getting a bit quicker with every thrust into her tight, warm fillyhood.>You're sure that any pony around this fence can hear you easily, but at least they can't watch you.>Her rump jiggles every so slightly in your hands, and you can't help but squeeze again, getting a tiny giggle out of her.>"Jeez A-Anon, you sure love my flanks, h-huh?"
"Y-yeah, 'cause they're YOUR flanks.">"N-no you…">With the breather, you go for another sloppy kiss, finding yourself being pushed onto your back again.>You prop your legs up and thrust harder into her, as she presses her face against yours and shares your chocolaty breath.>"Hahh, ahh, oh, Anon~">She hugs your neck with her forehooves, and you hug her back just above her rump, thrusting hard enough to feel the jiggle move up to your arms.>"Ohhh, f-fuck me harder! Pump m-me full, faggot!">You ram into her tight, needy love tunnel, doing just that.>She starts to drool slightly as her eyes roll up.>"Oh my god, f-fuck! Oh Anon, fucking fuck me! Make me yours!">Her words just encourage you to do just that, and with your renowned vigor you pound her into mush, leaving her to collapse on top of you, just as another wave of fluids come splashing out of her.>"Goood, f-fucking rut me! Smack my flanks you q-queer!">Your hands obey and make her rump jiggle with a satisfying noise, and she yelps in response, with a moan and another splash of fluid right after it.>"M-make me your cocksock, y-your fuckmeat, god, I want all your cum d-deep inside of meee~">Sheesh, you're not sure if it's the booze or what, but you're really liking what you're hearing.>Burying yourself deep into her with every thrust, and smacking those beautiful round haunches of hers together, it doesn't take long 'till you feel yourself nearing the end.>That slick sound you're making pumping in and out of her never gets old, and as you feel her hindlegs hugging your sides, they start to twitch again.>She presses her muzzle against your nose again, panting like crazy and moaning almost as much.>"Ohhh, I love you Anooon, I love you so much~"
"Mmmph, I-I love you too!">You feel her slit tighten around you, and with an adorable squeak, you feel her cum all over you.>"Ahhh, oh'm fuck!">And despite cumming more than a few times, she still needily winks against you, legs shaking as you ram into her, your perfect little filly.>You kind of take this moment to noice how beautiful she is on top of you, the way her eyelashes flutter and all the hairs stick out of place in that floofy mane of hers.>Never in these three years have you not felt lucky being able to bury your face in it.>"C-come on, cum inside me already! Fucking f-fill my filly pussy!">That last bit takes you over the edge, and you squeeze her rump together one more time, thrusting as deep as you can inside of her before letting loose with a fuckin' mind blowing orgasm.>She moans for the last time, and brings you in for a long, passionate kiss, taking short breaks in between.>"Ohh, I love you Anon, I-I fucking love youuu…">You continue to thrust lightly as spurt after spurt is left inside her, kissing her back and twisting tongues again.
"I love you t-too, Filly. I love the f-fuck out of you.">You feel her quickly getting filled to the brim by you, and soon enough there's cum spurting and leaking out of her.>"M-my, you sure had a lot left to give, h-huh?">She drops her rump onto you, sending you deep inside her even further as your filly is filled.>You move your hands all around her as you both ride out the orgasm, grinding into each other while you sloppily makeout.>And after the high leaves you both, you break the kiss and just stare into each other's eyes.>"S-so… i-is it true? Wh-what you said?""
"What?">"Y-you know, the… the l-loving me part?">You can't help but feel insulted, and you're sure it shows.
"Are you kidding? When have I ever lied to you?">Her gaze shies from you a bit.>"I-it's just, that…">You gently bring her to face you with your hands.
"Look… I know I don't say it as much as you do, but that's 'cause I feel it'd get watered down if I said it as much as I wanted to.">You run a hand through her now disheveled mane and rub her ear gently with the other.
"But I fucking love you. You're hands down the best thing that's ever fucking happened to me, and before I met you… I don't know where I was, but I'm so glad you found me.">A soft, cute little smile graces her face.
"Never a day goes by that I don't feel like the luckiest fucking faggot ever to have you here with me, and hell, you're the main reason I can smile these days.">You can see her eyes starting to gloss over.
"You're the only one that can tolerate my shitty jokes, and deal with my terrible brand of autism, while being so amazing yourself that you can add onto it.">She giggles, making your heart's heart stop for a second.
"You've always been here when I've needed you, always been the cutest fucking thing I've ever laid eyes on, and yeah, I don't think very many others would be fine fucking in all the ways that we do.">Her smile just widens, and she gives you a soft kiss.>"N-no you…">You can't help but grin at that, rubbing the top of her head and watching her lean into your hand.
"But the point is, you're goddamn right I love you. I love every fucking thing about you, and never in my life will I understand how I got so lucky, as to have the most perfect little filly ever.">Her eyes water up, and a tear rolls down her cheek.
"Through thick and thin, I'm always ready to be with you, no matter what happens, and no matter how long… You've made my life a wild ride worth getting on, and you can bet your fluffy little filly ass that I'm sticking here 'till it ends.">She giggles again, and the tears continue to fall.>"Y-you know the ride never ends.">You can't help but giggle like a faggot yourself.>Wiping her cheeks clean, you give her a quick kiss on the muzzle.
"I love you so much, filly, and not a day goes past where I don't feel that way. I want to wake up every day to see your beautiful face, with that absolutely fucking adorable smile of yours, for the rest of my life…">You slowly sit up, much to her confusion.
"Which leads me to a question of my own…">You fish into your jacket pocket and pull out a pretty decently sized box.>The gears in her head start turning, but you open it and show her the contents beforehand.>She gasps, breath suddenly getting caught in her throat.
"Filly… will you make me the happiest faggot in the world, and marry me?">You watch as her eyes water even more, tears streaming down her face.>Her pupils widen, and then you bear witness to something really weird.>You watch two big hearts form in the middle of her pupils.>"O-oh my fuck, yes, YES! Y-YES!">She hugs around your neck again, both forehooves and hind legs squeezing you as tightly as possible.>She peppers your face in kisses, with a cute 'yes' in between each one.>You just take all of it, this huge fucking weight you didn't know you had leaving your shoulders.>Your whole body's able to relax, and you can't help but feel yourself tearing up too, as a wave of emotion and her kisses wash over you.>Holy fuck.>She said yes.>She fucking said YES!>You hug her back and can't help but kiss her back, leading into one long, amazing kiss.>There's some tongue of course, but the feeling behind it is just so much better than anything else.>You're kissing your fucking WIFE, now.>The start of a new period in your lives, the beginning of something amazing.>Once you break away, she just looks at you with this cute, dreamy expression of hers.>You hold her hoof, then take the ring and slide it onto her.>Yep, perfect fuckin' fit.>"H-holy shit, and are those DIAMONDS?"
"Yep, a lot less expensive here than it is back home, but now we'll finally be able to eat and drink out a lot more often.">"Pffft, fuck that! Screw what I said, I'd rather we just get pizza and you fill me on the couch over a movie… sound good?">You kiss her again.
"Any idea of yours is more than good.">She flashes a set of bedroom eyes.>"Oh… really?">She adjusts her hind legs and grinds onto you a little bit.>"Then what's say we pack this stuff up for later, and you come pump me full for the rest of the night? Does THAT sound good?">All you can do is quickly nod.>A sultry giggle leaves her.>"Then let's not waste any time, eh?">You practically toss everything into the picnic basket, including the ring box, and quickly wrap it up with the blanket.>Still inside her and getting harder every second, you hold her with one hand and the basket with the other, waddling inside, setting it on the table, then kicking off your pants in the kitchen.>She helps take off your suit jacket and your shirt, then giggles the whole way towards the bedroom.>Once in, you gently place her on the bed and kiss her.
"I love you.">"I love you too…">She wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you in, and you start thrusting into her, for a long, steamy night of love-making.>With your brand new, perfect loving filly wife.>Well… soon to be.>Same thing.
I mean, you already told her when she was telling you about working for the CIA.
. . .
"So much for you being the super sexy secret agent."
>"I was an analyst! It was a glorified desk job mixed with throwing recommendations into the president's daily brief so he could subsequently ignore it."
"Was President Trump really that bad?"
>"Trump? When I left, Obama was president. And granted, he was better at Bush in terms of reading things, but he still seemed to ignore pretty much everything we had to say about the North Koreans. It was like he was pretending they don't even exist."
"When I left, Trump was calling Kim Jong Un 'Little Rocket Man' in front of the UN."
Twilight looks unsure whether to be mortified or burst into laughter.
>"You know, I'm pretty sure when I get home, if two years have actually passed, then I'm not going to be able to continue working at the CIA. But if I could, I would just like to see the looks on everybody's faces as they tear their hair out over the new guy."
. . .
>Another day in Equestria>I sit on the balcony of my room, grounded to my opulent, if overly pink and heart covered bedroom.>If this is supposed to be a punishment, Celestia has a lot to learn about punishment.>The maids were even still serving, even if they were still a bit cuddly.>So, I sat on the balcony, sipping chocolate milk and reading newspapers discussing the antics that led to my grounding.>Apparently Celestia had announced my grounding and at the same time announced taking applications for etiquette tutors.>Boy, they'll be in for a surprise.>The fluttering of wings drew my attention upward as the other sister landed.>"Ah. Anonymous. It is good to see you."
"Luna. Good seeing you as well. Don't let your sister hear you call me that.">She let out a chuckle, then nodded.>"She certainly is being enthusiastic about this. Perhaps this would make me 'Auntie Luna'?"
"Ugh. Don't even joke. I'd like to put that off as long as possible.">She nodded. "Understandable. It does add an awkwardness to things that was not there before.">I took a long draw from my chocolate milk before nodding in agreement.>There was a brief moment of silence before Luna fidgeted in place and clearing her throat.>"On an unrelated note, we have… been thinking on things since our last… major interaction.">She dragged her hoof in a circle on the balcony as she found great interest in the railing around it.>"I had been meaning to speak with you for some time. Your circumstances have certainly changed things though.">Warning bells started going off in my head.
"Uhh…">"Though, I have given it much thought these past few days, and I am not completely unfamiliar with the Sapphic pleasures, so…"
"Whoa. Whoa whoa whoa.">She paused in the middle of what I could only assume was a confession of some sort to look at me.
"Aren't I like… hundreds of years younger than you? And technically legally underage at the moment?">She gave a bashful smile and swayed from side to side.>"Well… we art somewhat new to this 'underage' concept and this 'age of consent' idea. But we are not averse to waiting, and technically thou art mentally well prepared for such things, if thy actions at the gala are any indication…">Oh god.>Jesus, Buddha, Satan, Tirek, Faust, Celestia, anyone who was listening… please tell me that she wasn't saying what I thought she was.>She gave a bashful smile and went back to her admiration of the tile work of the balcony, scuffing her hoof as her cheeks gained a bit of red.
"NOPE. Nope nope nope nope nope.">I galloped off with a skill I didn't know I had.>She called out to me, hoof likely outstretched after me.>"I shall see thee around the castle, Anonymous! Prithee, give it some thought?">Fuck.>At least the guards outside my room didn't keep me from escaping.>>156104>>156123
Good to hear!>>156127
Chalk it up to a thousand years of experience, I suppose.
And on hindsight, I should have replaced a few more of Luna's I's with the royal 'we' after she got nervous. Meh. I'll blame it on the rum.
Worst alcoholic drink
says you nigger, rum is great
>>158256>The stuff here may be sweet, but it still sure as hell packs a punch to it.
Sorry to be a brewing nerd, but they probably oversweeten it to stop it from going dry instead of backsweetening it once the brewing process is done. This would result in a strong, sweet wine.
Fuck yeah! Brewing talk!I'll have to eventually touch on anon's attempts in the castle eventually.
Best love story since "The Lusty Argonian Maid.">>158274>Luna not just a carpet-muncher but also a filly-fiddler at that
DELET THISIf you want to make Luna lonely and eager for a raunchy playmate, it would be better to make it more indirect by having her disguise Anonfilly and take her to a few nights around town. Then they would (eventually) lose their virginities in a bacchanalian orgy with stallions rather than acting like unnatural freaks.
It's more that Anonymous already gave her attention as a human while he was drunk, and his being turned into a filly put a slight kink in her plans.
You act like child marriage was unusual and frowned upon in archaic times.
you act like these are still archaic times.
You act like she wasn't in stasis for a thousand years and as such probably has a libido that cannot be satiated
you act like Luna isn't an adult who's perfectly capable of adapting to new conditions and restraining herself when the need arises.
You act like that isn't what she said she could do in the story.
I saw no real restraint.
Yes, because having a discussion on such things with someone that was formerly an adult is the same as jumping right to sucking face.
She's archaic royalty. There's an order to things.
unf, i want to show that filly my bit
Oh, and it's flagged as being HTML instead of text
I wonder how many deaths this filly has gotten so far on her Filly Souls playthru
I won't complain. We could always use more Anonmare as well as Anonfilly.
"Listen, ya soft cunt. I've been stuck in a goddamn time loop 'cause you keep gettin' yourself killed out here. Now you're either comin' with me conscious or unconscious back to town, 'cause it gets REALLY FUCKING ANNOYING when you have to re-live the same day over and over and over."
>"And what if I said no?"
>"Well, you're an Earth pony, and based on the way you ran into my snare, I'd say you might have less brain cells than an abbo with a gutful of piss. So I'll wager you can't actually do anything to me, can you?"
"Dude, you're gonna fucking die at around 5:30. I'm trying to help you."
>"Then I'll sleep on a cloud until 6. And then I think I'm gonna hunt a cragadile with a rusty spoon. How d'ya like that, you bloody seppo?"
look m8, do you even know half the stuff that lives out here?[ 1d100 = 49 ]
Throw any loose tree log or a big and heavy enough stick at her head with all your earth pony strength, surely that ll knock her out
No one talks shit to mud ponies and get away unscratched REEEEEEEEEEEEEE
You could do that, or you could help us hunt down a commie bastard with your bush magic. [ 1d100 = 94 ]
"Oh shit, there's a dropbear right behind you! Watch out!" [ 1d100 = 35 ]
Time to punch that cunt's lights out. [ 1d100 = 75 ]
That sound like the kinda thing that'll have to happen in the next life 'cuz, you know, we're still tied up. [ 1d100 = 21 ]
Asks to be called auntie and immediately afterwards requests sex. I like this pony. Makes you wonder how being turned into a preteen filly affects your libido.
Shit mate, here are two of mine…
Filly hard filly, soon you'll be with Twilight.
no thank you for enjoying it, anon>>158396>>158397shhh, shhh… you didnt see that
Volunteer to be used as bait while Daring Do makes her escape.[ 1d100 = 52 ]
You must change anonfilly right now, this OC deserve to be the real green OChttps://derpibooru.org/tags/oc-colon-prickly+pears
>>158513>Less images than filly>Hasn't been around as long as filly>A literally who
But can I be the filly?
Thanks for the edit fuel
This image makes me think Lucid/Hilla from Maplestory + Filly.
That is all.
There's something wrong with those legs.
Screw the tags, something's wrong with that pony's legs.
He said legs, not tags
Those legs are fucking broken, holy hell.
Fuck, he did. The fuck's wrong with me, today?
Nonsense! I'll huff filly fluff all I want!
I fucking should
be! You're gonna end up getting hurt you little faget!
NO YOU WON'T FAGGOT!
GET BACK HERE ANON, YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM THAT FLUFF!
Ohhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaah…>sniff sniff
…thaaaaaaaaat's the good stuff…>SNORRRRRRRRRTTTTTT
Allllllllllll this delicious fluff…>SNIIIIIIIIIFFFF>WHEEEEEEEEZE
…and you can't. Stop. Me!
YOU'RE GONNA GET HIGH ON THAT! IT MESSES UP YOUR BRAIN, ANON!
NOT TO MENTION ILLEGAL!
Whaaat? Of course I wouldn't tell Twi and take all your good filly points for tendies. W-who would do that?
It's not like you ignored me and got hopped up on fluff or anything?
…You know, your fluff has come in rather well…
>All these fillies lewdng each other.
>and booping each other.
Guess I’ll be the one to remain holy and pure of mind, body, and soul, whilst y’all condemn yourselves to an enternity of a filly-less afterlife
Please, let me huff your fluff! I'll do anything! Anything
Like, maybe… letting me hold your hoof?
NO! Don't tell her anything! I-I don't want to lose my good filly points! Please, I'll
"Or, or… better idea. You could come help me and my friend hunt down a commie with that bush magic of yours."
Daring looks at you a little perplexed.
>"A commie? There ain't no fuckin' reds in Equestria."
"There is one. And she's working with the changelings to take down Princess Celestia."
>"Yeah, like anyone's gonna fuck with the Goddess of the Sun. Are you daft?"
"It's a communist. They're dumb enough to try. And with an army, they just might succeed. She's only one pony."
>"Right, and what's all this got to do with me exactly? First you're telling me you're trying to keep me from dying, and now you're telling me you want me to stop an army with a rabbit snare? Are you taking the piss?"
You know that big old castle somewhere around here? There's some top fucking stuff in there that you, me, and four other guys can use to stop them.[ 1d100 = 84 ]
She's right. That's stupid our main concern is getting her to Celestia or Twilight and then the commie can be delt with. On the way a bit more of the situation can be explained.[ 1d100 = 60 ]
"Yes"[ 1d100 = 91 ]
Boosting for >>158674 [ 1d100 = 70 ]
This then take a piss. [ 1d100 = 11 ]
Rolling for this again >>158424
A good aussie is a knocked out aussie[ 1d100 = 21 ]
I wish for filly to pee in rabbit snare. [ 1d100 = 51 ]
Do it [ 1d100 = 30 ]
>While Twilight was trying to make a spell to turn you back into a human she made some plants.
>Now she's been studying them for awhile.
>You've been lazing around on the couch while she does.
>Suddenly tentacles shoot from the plants and grab her hind legs.
>"Ahh!" She screams as she's grabbed.
>She tries to cast a spell on them only for it to fizzle out.
>"Anon! Go get help!" She screams.
"Why? I'm not the one that pissed off the plants. Also, who am I supposed to get, last time I checked these are some new plant you made. Roseluck?"
>"Now's not the time to argue! Go get CelestiAH!" She yelps as a tentacle goes underneath her tail.
>Her rear legs buck a bit as it goes back and forth and her breath grows shallower.
"They're not hurting you are they?"
>You ask getting more comfortable on the couch to watch.
>"No but-" She goes to retort but you interrupt.
"Then let them do their thing, think of it as scientific study."
>"I- Ah, mhmm" She begins to moan as she gets into it.
>Well this is better than just laying around all day.
>Wish you had some popcorn though.
>You feel something wrap around your back leg and look back to see a tentacle trying to sneak up on you.
"Fuck off you pedophile faggot."
>You say with a glare, and to your surprise it backs off and goes to Twilight and wraps around her horn and starts tugging up and down.
>Twilight's gasp as it does and magic sparks start shooting from her horn.
I'm a lazy nigger. Gimme some requests I can do and I might do em. If you remember some nerd drawing trad, with paper and pencil and all, then that's me.
There's quite a few of those, actually.
In any case:
lewd filly sitting on anon's lap
filly stretching out like a cat in the IWTCIRD position
filly at a rave
filly shakin her rump
filly eating a quesadilla while twi watches in horror
filly waking up in the morning, bedhead and all
filly giving puppy dog eyes
Rip. I'm one of them then.
Not so filly request, but just half the head of a filly showing above the table, while the Anonfilly has her eyes glued to her long lost beer
Something from Lone's green? There's a lot of memorable bits to pick from and the guy doesn't get a lot of attention, might just make his day.
hand some bits over and I might
One of my weaknesses.
Damn, this is making me sad.
She seems taken slightly aback.
>"Okay, just so we're clear here, you do know what 'taking the piss' means, right"
"It means I'm fucking with you and this is all a joke."
>"Okay, well, right she is. That just leaves one question. What the hell are you doing all the way out here? I specifically made my home in the middle of the fuckin' woods to get away from you ponies. But then, I suppose you're not a pony, are you?"
Would a pony know what Australia is or how much of a cunt you all are?[ 1d100 = 22 ]
Of course I'm not a pony, ya fookin' Aussie. Or, at least not normally. [ 1d100 = 35 ]
Nothing gets by Australia, does it. Time loop, death, communists later because we see the god damned future, you're not the only monkey in the body of a pastel horse. [ 1d100 = 68 ]
All of the happy fillies I have saved can't express how great this makes me feel. Thank you, based drawfilly.
"Would a pony know y'all lost the Emu War?" [ 1d100 = 66 ]
And what is their prey?
Boosting this. [ 1d100 = 9 ]
Ponk, tickle monsters, changelings
Biggest ones are definitely Anons and tentacles.
Their prey are smaller fillies and Anons only when in a group.
Fillies are proud pack hunters.
And that's when the >rape comes [whooshing sounds] from the other two fillies you didn't even know were there.
It's not >rape if you wanted it.
They prey on babbies with tickles
O-oh my unf…
We need more filly butt stuff, I-I know I'd be getting plenty of it as the filly~
boosting for memes[ 1d100 = 11 ]
Don't worry Anons, I gotchu.[ 1d100 = 94 ]
"Would a pony know you y'all lost the Emu War?"
Daring rolls her eyes and chuckles.
>"Would a pony know y'all lost to rice farmers?"
"Okay, fuck you, that was uncalled for."
>"Aha, I knew you were an American!"
>"Dude. Goddamn. Commie. It's your vernacular. Your accent's pretty right for any of the small pony towns around here, but how often do you hear a pony reference God? The closest thing they have to a god is Celestia, and they just call her Princess. It's a wonder anyone knows what the fuck you're saying, but based on the fact that you're not at all surprised to meet a fucking Aussie cunt, I'll wager that you're currently living in the company of some other humans, yeah?"
>"And you're not gonna leave my backyard until I come with you, right?"
>"Right then, what's your story? And don't lie; I don't like liars."
im a dude, now im a horse, what do you want, my fuckin social security number?[ 1d100 = 29 ]
Heh, cute fillies my dude. I really like how you do the mane and the eye color.
It hurt itself in its confusion!
I want to give filly a kiss while she's confused.
>>158959>ywn have filly purr while you pet her on your chest
Make up the most ridiculous and improbable story you can accomplish (perhaps the MLP movie plot without actually referencing it) with yourself as a Mary Sue protagonist.[ 1d100 = 77 ]
New thread when?
new thread in about 28 posts, give or take
whatever we say, intro it with the first few verses of The Fresh Prince of Bel Air[ 1d100 = 9 ]
Boosting for >>158937 [ 1d100 = 84 ]
Heh, I like how Anon's still reaching to grab her filly ass.
Oh, kek. Never noticed that
I want to fondle the filly's teats!
And why are there no pics of that?
It's a recolor though, and I'm not a big fan of it, flanks too like, disconnected from the filly.
I hope we get something like that from Neuro though, his fillies are cute
It is a great picture, the filly is super cute!>>159135
And what, are you saying you wouldn't
jerk off to your own reflection?
I just can't get over how fucking perfect those goddamn teats are.
That too, those are some pretty perfect teats, it's why I posted the picture talking about it.
Prime, choice cut filly teats!
Is it meant to look like Ponk has a boner?
Thread is so dead no one will notice me actually posting a short before the move ^:)>>159146>"Hey Anon, ever wondered how it d be to touch my chest fluff?"
"No, and im not doing it you stupid pink horse">"Oh Anon, i wasnt giving you a choice">Pinkie then grabbed your head with a hoof, somehow, and turned it to face her>"Dont worry, you ll love it">In that little time frame she already had your head held between both forelegs>Not able to push away from the bigger pony, you were forcefully met with a wall of fluff