No.162877[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: >>159154
Let's not forget this legendary roll at the end of last thread:
In a world where things can be literally transmogrified, you're unlikely to die due to the wonders of modern magic. Instead, you'll be disgraced and shamed as you won't even be given a lollipop for your injuries.
1d100[ 1d100 = 100 ]
The Synthetic Ascension Path is the worst of the three Ascension Paths. Psionic all the way.>>162888
(checked)Why can't RNGesus just let us have the cathartic release of death? ;_;
full 100 and trips
jesus rngesus, what the fuck are you on
Is this a real roll though? With all those spaces it looks sort of like it was just typed in
The rare tailless filly
Thanks mate. I normally do, any specific issues?
It's looks like you using a random shape every time you draw a torso
Just use circles. It helps a lot to keep proportions of the body right
>>162898>Psionic>Not going Genetic and engineering your fillies for fertility
I'm afraid you're as rubbish as the robofags, my man.
whoops, forgot i was posting that pic
>>162963>not enlightening the mind and searching the Shroud for the filly goddess, offering your service to her in exchange for turning your entire star-empire into fillies
It's almost like you're not even trying.
lmao is just pic I had lying around
Do you have some sort of hand tremor? It looks like you draw with really shaky hands.
Not that I've noticed, no. I don't draw on a surface, just a sketchbook in my lap.
Probably should get a more stable surface to draw on
fuck, man. use a stable surface.
When drawing, remember that the tail is an extension of the spine. It's easy to fall into the trap of making it look like it's exploding out of the character's ass.
>>162985>Exploding out of the character's ass
In the case of the show, it actually is.
damn it, i want to touch the filly's fluff like this
This is a good tip>>162986
That's true though, kek>>163003
Huff the fluff responsibly
Please don't hate me.>>162642
"I wouldn't get comfy just yet, something is off about that stallion. I mean I've already almost been raped on-">Twilight glares at nothing in particular.>"Who's the fucker? I'll blow their brains out on the grass."
"That's beside the point right now, I'll tell you later. The point is that I don't trust this stallion farther than I can throw him. I'm not keen on you getting raped either, please just teleport us out of here…">"Me? Raped? I'm the most powerful mage-"
"Who just lost a duel to a golem.">"I was unprepare-"
"And right now you're fucking wasted. Hell, I don't even think you should teleport us in the state you're in. Why don't be just sneak out the back and take the most direct route to the train station?">"I…">Looking up at Twilight, you can see the pain and conflict in her eyes.>"I- I guess you're right."
"Alright, I think I remember the-">"Please, let me fly…">Though you personally think it's a terrible idea to let her fly, it would likely only hurt her further to deny her the pleasure.>Not to mention you weren't entirely trusting of your own sense of navigation.
"Alright, take us up Captain Sparkle.">She laughs a bit and wraps you in a hug.>"Oh Spi-">She catches herself.>"Let's go.">You say nothing else as you follow her up the fire escape to the roof.>Hopping on her back, you can see her stumble a bit as she spreads her wings.>Nothing keeps you from falling this time, so you simply wrap your legs around her barrel as hard as you can and pray a change in the breeze doesn't knock you off.>She flips once, clearly not intentional by the cursing she produces.>You cling on for dear life, praying to whatever divine entity might watch over this world.>Finally, Twilight skids to a stop just outside the train station.>The locomotive you planned to board is just beginning to turn its wheels and you have to give Twilight a small kick to get her attention back on the issue at hand.>Banging wildly on the door eventually yields a disheveled mare with so much soot on her you have no idea what her cutie mark could be.>"I-It's okay! T-twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship and plus one!">"Why the fuck not.">The mare does little besides tend the engine behind the partition for most of the ride, only emerging when you can see Ponyville in the distance to begin stopping the train.>You arrive at the station, exiting quickly so as to cross the tracks to the platform.>Once you're back at the castle, Twilight asks for you to retrieve a small green vial from one of her laboratories.>Downing the whole thing in a single go, she collapses.>"Please tell me we're still on top of that mountain."
"Nope.">"Fill me in."
"We were likely almost raped.">"Ugh… please don't let me drink that much again, sweetie…"
"Yeah, I wasn't planning on it.">"Okay, first order of business-">You materialize in your bedroom.>"-You should be resting like you said you would be.">As you climb into bed, you feel a calming aura wash over you.
"T-twilight? What was that?">"I need to head to the store."
"Okay…">"Here, give me a second first.">She lifts up her tail and presses her ass to your forehead.
"Wha-what the hell was that?">"Gotta recharge the rune, Anon.">She gives you a sly grin.
"Just go…">With another flash, she does.>It's honestly pretty boring.>You read.>You attempt to draw on the back of your homework.>You erase your humiliating attempts.>You use the restroom.>Eventually, you fall asleep.>…>"I suspect you'll be paying more attention in the future."
"If you weren't so fucking cryptic one of my friends would still be alive.">"And I'm sorry that you couldn't understand. Do you have any idea how much it would hurt to know everything that will ever happen? I don't, all I get are these little snippets. More often than not, I don't see the full picture myself until its already happened."
"Fine. What's your bullshit clue this time?">"Hymenoptera cancels.">You blink and you're back in your bed.>Twilight stands at the doorway.>"So, one of the nurses advised me to do a bioscan on you to see if anything was awry, and sure enough…">Twilight takes out a small chart and points to what you know to be the bladder.>"I'm getting heavy readings for damage in this area, and based on how easily you let loose on that cloud a while back something clearly has to be done.">Twilight produces a small papery garment you know from your short career in babysitting back on earth.>"You only have to wear them at night.">Input action.
is there literally no other ways to do this? I know you wanted me to forget about all the time I spent as a human, but at least spare me my dignity and find some magicky way to fix it.[ 1d100 = 91 ]
Can't I grow up faster and escape all the embarrassing parts of childhood?[ 1d100 = 76 ]
Well. At least this means no more wet sheets.[ 1d100 = 90 ]
But what are we gonna do about all the food i keep vomiting up? My stomach just can't handle solids. [ 1d100 = 68 ]>>163003
Tail position looks good. Another thing with the spine is that it also connects smoothly into the neck. From that angle, I don't think the back should have a hump near the neck.
Lightly drawing the spine when sketching can help.
I probably added by accident from another thread.
It’s and Mode control panel for an aircraft. Likely an A320.
What’s the file name?
Let us have our Stellaris sperging.
I want to be the filly in a sci-fi future
Drawfriends, please make this happen?
Reee, I'm not a babby fag! [ 1d100 = 84 ]Sorry Nore, it's for the memes. ^:)
Kek. Filly throws a tantrum.
Cute 30yo virgin filly
Not meHypnosis isn't my thing>>163182
>You wake up.
>Everything is pitch black.
>You feel something wet beneath you…
>Did you piss yourself?
>You stick a hand in it.
>Not a hand.
>You've always had hooves, right?
>Bringing a hoof up to your face, you take a whiff.
>Nope, that's not piss.
>Smells like copper.
>You shakily get to your feet.
>You've always had hooves.
>Your tail brushes against the puddle of coppery fluid.
>There's also something wet on your head.
>You would take a look at it but there are no mirrors.
>As you feel around in the dark you bump into something soft and cold.
>You know this something.
>You reach into the satchel on its barrel, producing your pinlight.
>You nearly jump for glee when it illuminates the ground in front of you.
>You halt yourself though, can't alert.
>Plus you need to look over this lovely pony.
>Ah yes, a proper mirror.
>This one may be stained with more hurt, but she'll do just fine.
>Taking the satchel from your back and putting it on your own back, you produce your trusty crowbar and hold it between your teeth.
>Your feelings are bubbling inside, but you manage to keep them corked.
>Can't show weakness.
>That was your last mistake too.
>Your satchel is still regrettably lacking food.
>You'll have to hunt for some soon.
>Meat doesn't taste right, but it keeps you up and running.
>And the last ladder…
>You don't think about the last ladder.
>The last ladder bubbles over.
>You think there's a rat infestation to the north.
>A construct to the south.
>A skydot to the east.
>And a behemoth to the west.
>It is decide time.
I wish to pee in Anon's mouth.
Yes this is place to be friend
Shes about to put together the Fillyship of the Ring>>163207>It's not even her birthday, filly just likes this roleplay scenario
All these tailless fillies popping up
The tail is in the diaper.
>>163218>Not leaving a tail hole
Well shit. Do I trust trips or the highest roll?
Highest roll, trips have done nothing but complain and advocate for stupid ideas recently.
Gets are not hard to get on this site.
I'm going to sleep, content wouldn't come out well tonight anyways.
Go with the high rollbut do another post following the other option if you feel like it
Okies, I guess it's time for a recap.
Pastebin part 1: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G
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>Be Anon Filly.>One of seven (and counting) humans who got turned into fillies and sent to Equestria.>Five of those fillies (Twilight Sparkle, Lyra Heartstrings, Blossomforth, Daring Do, and Coco Pommel) are supposed to team up with you at some point to stop the other one (Fizzlepop Berrytwist) from taking over Equestria with changelings and turning it into a communist hellhole.>But really, that's future you's problem.>Right now, you're stuck in a time loop.>Every evening at close to 6 PM, you warp back in time to the beginning of the day, when Twilight informs you that she needs to stop drinking when she has work the next day.>Really, she says the exact same words, every time, and you blew your lid at her this morning because you were getting sick of it all.>You also jumped out a window while dabbing and probably broke some bones.>You are in excruciating pain.
Hm, not too sure what's going on yet, but color me interested…
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
So uh, would you lock the filly in there?
Matters how deep the tunnel goes. Wouldn't want her to escape.
North![ 1d100 = 2 ]
Hard to get a roll poorer than that, heh. Time to go south instead. [ 1d100 = 93 ]
Because I took it…>>163276
It's kind of hard to lock a filly in an abandoned nuclear missile silo, anon…
2nd filly is maximum qt
youre a great drawfag. I thank you.
Christ I love your fillies.
And I want to love them, very sensually~
Right one's chin is weak and the neck is angled too far back, left one's fine but the neck is angled too far back.
Everything else is great.
Will draw diaper anonfilly for (you)s.
I for one think that we need some loving Filly x Colt lewds with Impregnation
You're in a hospital… or a clinic. You're not quite sure. The past hour or so has been rather blurry. You were never really sure if Ponyville had a proper hospital or if injured ponies had to be transferred somewhere else, but nonetheless, you're hooked up to an IV and being pumped full of painkillers. Or at least you're assuming they're painkillers, because you can't really feel your forelegs, which are most certainly not the color you think they should be.
A nurse walks into the room. Sadly, she isn't Aryanne, but she is at least rather cute. You would consider smacking her fine plot with your hooves, were it not for the fact that you can't move them very well, and moreover, you wouldn't be able to feel it. So much for this loop being fun.
<"Oh good, you're awake. How are you feeling right now?"
>"I'm not feeling anything right now."
<"Well, that would be the painkillers you're on. They're going to be keeping you here for a couple of days while the regeneration spells take effect. You know, you're actually kind of lucky. Were you alive just 50 years ago, these drugs wouldn't have been invented yet, and you'd be in extreme agony while the magic tries to heal you. You'd live for sure, but it wouldn't be fun."
>"I take it there's no such thing as a magical painkiller? Maybe something that doesn't make your memory as fuzzy?"
<"None that I know of. But who knows what the future will hold?"
>"So what happened anyways?"
<"You fell out of a window and fractured some of your leg bones. They should be back to normal in a few days."
>"Why does my leg look so funny?"
<"Internal bleeding. That's what the magic is for. Had your mother not gotten you here sooner, you could have had some complications from that."
>"Well, I guess I'm stuck here for a while then. Got any lollipops?"
<"Sorry, fresh out. Not that you'd be able to taste them anyways."
Well, it's clear we're not getting out of this until time resets. Deny all visitors and do our best to sleep until we wake up again this morning.[ 1d100 = 6 ]
Can't feel anything, huh?
Try crawling out of bed and going to school, you're a filly, you need your horsemucations![ 1d100 = 66 ]
That's isn't going to persist for long, dumbass. We've got an IV in us for a reason.>>163498
Boosting.[ 1d100 = 84 ]
So what? And sleeping in for the whole fuckin' fun? Screw you, we're already in this whole, might as well go deeper instead of shitting around in the same spot.
Rolling for this[ 1d100 = 30 ]
We get at most one update a day. I just want to be done with this loop shit and make some actual progress for the first time in like a month tbh.>>163498
Extra boosting. [ 1d100 = 83 ]
Heh, your boost was a slight downgrade
"You know, there's a reason they put horses down back home when they break their legs. 'Cause this sucks all the ass." [ 1d100 = 87 ]
I wonder how would pony x zigger offspring look like.
Lean back and enjoy the high, maybe try to sing some Tool [ 1d100 = 26 ]
This, next loop you won't repeat the same mistakes and you'll accuse that annoying blue colt of >rape.[ 1d100 = 77 ]
Boosting. [ 1d100 = 46 ]
"I don't really want any visitors today…"
Basically. It's still degenerate, but because it's pony-on-zebra rather than zebra-on-pony, and because this particular zeeb seems to want to be a pony, it's considered just a tiny bit less degenerate than your typical STRIPED trash.>>163522
I heard once that zebra-equine hybrids were infertile. Can anyone confirm?
Yes, any hybrid between a zebra and a horse, a donkey and a horse, or a zebra and a donkey virtually always ends up sterile
Once in a blue moon, a mule foals.
I remember reading about an interesting case of a fertile female mule bearing two foals. One of them, a female, was sired by a donkey and ended up sterile. The other, a male, was sired by a stallion and was later successfully bred to several mares; neither he nor his offspring ever showed any donkey characteristics
>the anon fillies were horrible, foul mouthed creatures
>it wasn't so bad at first when there were just a few of them but soon there were so many of them that twilight had to make an orphanage just for them.
>Of course no one ever adopted the fillies and they never aged so the orphanage quickly became over crowded
>the fillies eventually formed their own ghetto outside of ponyville
>crime is rampant along with, alcohol abuse and nonconsentual cuddles
>The royal guard have given up on policing fillytown and the fillies must now police themselves
this better become some national capitalist stuff
Adorable happy fillu
goddamn it i love your fillies they're so cute aaaaaaaa
"You know, back where I'm from, they put horses down when they break their legs for a reason. Because this sucks all the ass."
The nurse shrugs.<"I don't know where you're from, but here in Ponyville, we try and help every one of our patients receive a swift recovery. Now get some rest."
Seeing as you don't have much else to do, you follow the nurse's instructions. Fortunately, getting to sleep isn't too difficult when you're on drugs, and so you find time passes very quickly until you eventually wake up in a familiar bed with your legs, fortunately no longer broken.
. . .
>"Fuck me, remind-"
"Shut up, Twilight."
>>163012>You get up out of the bed, feeling your energy level build.>"A-anon? What are you doing?"
"I'm releasing all of the mortal power I've had charged up since you turned me into a filly.">You feel a glowing ball of energy form between your hooves as you begin to shriek like a madpony.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA">"I-it's unreal… how is she generating that much power?!">With a swift kick, you punt the diaper Twilight is holding out of her hoof and straight through the roof of the castle.>You watch as the burning object travels into space and eventually disappears.>"Well, I guess that's it then. None of that shit for-">The sky shakes.>Twilight teleports the two of you outside as you watch the two halves of the moon enter the atmosphere.>"Well, I guess this is it."
"I drank your alcohol and then pissed the bed once.">"That's fair. I was going to rape you tonight after a breatfeeding session."
"Also fair. It's probably a good thing you're dying.">"No yo-">Equestria is obliterated.
Alright, here's the real update.>>163012>You push yourself out of bed and walk over to Twilight, slapping the garment out of her hoof.>Getting up right in her face, you screech as loud as you can.>Twilight doesn't do anything.>"Alright, you could've just told me you didn't want it.">You notice a slight slump to her walk as she carries on out the door.
"Twilight I-">A pop and a flash, and she's gone.>At first you go back to bed.>You got what you wanted, didn't you?>You read another chapter of Moon.>It's fine enough, but it doesn't catch your interest like it usually does.>You keep thinking of Twilight.>Sure, things have been rocky.>Especially in the beginning…>She's certainly not mentally well, she's unpredictable, and she's dangerous.>But all of those things aren't exactly negative when you're by her side…>You've shared some good times.>Some bad times.>The extremity of the latter might be a bit overwhelming, but the silver lining is there.>And you cherish it.>Cele- God do you cherish it.>And you're not going to let anything take that away from you.>Reaching under your bed, you find the still object you're looking for.>The charge has depleted since, leaving you with a fine powder when you open it.>Despite how much pain she's brought you, she very clearly just wants a daughter to love and care for.>And you've fractured her perceptions of you as that loving daughter.>Picking up the diaper from the floor, you take a bit of effort to dust it off.>You very much despise this hunk of plastic, paper and whatever the fuck is used to absorb piss in it, but you carry it in your mouth to Twilight's bedroom.>The door is slightly ajar, and as you approach the force of it slamming makes you jump.>"What the fuck you you want, Anon?"
"Listen, if you want to do anything to me for how I acted back there, I probably deserve it…">"Go. The. Fuck. Away."
"Crack the door, please.">She groans audibly as the door opens just enough for you to see a puffy red eye.>"Now will you leave?"
"Look, I know it hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows-">"Thanks for reminding me."
"-But I really appreciate what you do for me. You've made a few mistakes, but we all do. Nopony is perfect.">"What are you getting at?"
"I'm sorry for how I acted back there, you were just trying to help. I'd like a second chance.">As the door cracks open a bit more, watch a slight smile begin to form on Twilight's face.>"Alright, but I'm going to have to punish you.">You close your eyes, waiting for something to be constricted, pulled, pushed or bashed to its limit.>Instead, you just feel a warm presence envelope you.>You open your eyes a tiny bit to see Twilight taking the object from your teeth, opening it, and sprinkling a bit of talcum powder on the seat.>You inwardly groan as she affixes it to your rear, sliding your tail through a small hole in the back and taping the two flaps on either side together.>She laughs a bit.>"There. If you act like a fucking foal, I'm going to treat you like one. I'll let you out to use the restroom during the day of course, but if I have to change your fucking sheets you're going to be in a world of hurt.">She gently sets you down on the floor as she gets up and trots out of her bedroom.>"Dinner in twenty. You can help if you want to."
immediately regret every decision we've made to bring us to this point[ 1d100 = 38 ]
May as well go out and help with dinner. Spend some time with Twi.[ 1d100 = 35 ]
Really Lone? A perfect roll to not use the diaper and you still put it on the filly? Talk about railroading…
then take it off, fuck diapers, we re a big filly and shouldnt let our dignity aside just so Twilight can do whatever
We can go help her after though
Maybe we should ve asked this long ago:
Tell me what you know about time loops Diana
Well, alright, maybe we shouldnt, kek
This is so adorable!
You got exactly the action that you wanted. Other people wanted different outcomes, I accounted for that. While rolls are a nice tool, they aren't my only determining factor. You're playing a character with a mind outside that of the players, and I don't consider what I did railroading due to the fact that, as custom, I do not determine events too close to the point at the story which you are currently at until I receive input.
>>163737>Wanting to piss off Twi
That won't end well. It was only going to be at night before, now it's more due to the last outburst.
Besides, they will fix waking up in wet sheets.
Keep the diapers on and go help Twilight. [ 1d100 = 75 ]
punch the next Finn we see in the junk[ 1d100 = 37 ]
Whoa, wait, no rape scene? rood!
Fair enough,i suppose the meme-y reply left room for that, even if the motivation was clear
Still from the rolls, the second highest was asking for a magicky fix to be asked instead, and that was completely glossed over >>163014
only after that there was a suggestion for the diaper >>163060
From the 6 rolls, 3 were against(1 for meems) 1 neutral and 2 were for it, though these two were 3rd and last highest rolls so using the excuse of other people wanting it doesnt really stick if you weight those down
Unless you re counting the trips, but like was said before, how harder is it to roll a nice dice over getting digits on /mlpol/?
If it won legit i wouldnt care, like if the 75 from now comes to pass, but this was 4cc levels of blatant rigging and it will not be tolerated ^:)>Implying this autism matters at all
Riggers gonna rig, just dont try to make excuses and man up for your decisions m8>>163792
We re big fillies, we can deal with it, just like we dealt with the golemF
And honestly if there was going to be 2 rolls i was expecting the magic one to be picked, surely purple could know something or look for it, since it was second higher roll and all that but oh well, its done
Since we seem to be stuck at a point where we can't even enjoy the sweet release of death anymore to relax, we might as well work our way out of this time loop.
Tell Diana everything, then use our filly charm to convince her to skip school and her spell research to help us check on the Elements in the Everfree Castle. Seems like the next logical thing that might be causing it. [ 1d100 = 62 ]
I have no idea if this'll work, but let's try surrendering all control to Reuben because I'm tired of this shit[ 1d100 = 68 ]
Are we giving up on solving this?
I don't know about anyone else, but I am.
I'm not, but I have to admit we really haven't got a lot to work with and it doesn't help that we can't keep on track at the best of times due to RNG.
Nah fam. Sit back and let us assume direct control. We'll get it.>>163799
Boost but look and sound as dead as possible. I imagine filly is tired of these loops.[ 1d100 = 89 ]
>you thought your crippling depression would cease as soon as you went through with suicide
>instead you wake up in filly form: weak, helpless, and even more prone to sobbing when your mind gets overwhelmed
>your senses are more profoundly felt as you taste, smell and hear things with a new mind
>but the constant internal frustration keeps fucking going, neverending questions and arguments with nobody in particular about things outside your control
>why is getting a second chance at life still so hard to swallow?
>months of growing up slowly and acclimating to pony life yield no progress
>you're still prone to stammering like a fucking nerd, and despite your physical age likely representing grade-school age by now, you still have…
>let's just call them…difficulties involving your filly bits.
>occasionally you're forced to wear…diapers, to bed
>in the mornings you inevitably wake up in at least three wet diapers a week, which you keep unintentionally drawing extra attention to by uncontrollably crying in bed
>"Anon…it's okay, really. You're just a filly, and you're still dealing with things being like this."
"F-fuck off Tw - hic! - ilight…these s-stupid pep talks aren't making me feel any less like a useless baby.."
>the purple bitch simply wraps you in her magic, helpless flailing only making you more pathetically frustrated as she places you on her back
>"Anon, it's nothing to be ashamed of to be inexperienced. You didn't grow up from birth on four hooves with girl bits. It just takes time and patience to get over this, and stressing out like this isn't helping you. Is there anything I can do to get you to open up more with me?"
"No, just let me stay in my bed today. 's sunday."
>rebelliousness is hard to avoid when you find yourself being coddled by a large purple unicorn; immature as it seems, if you are unwilling to get better as a human, what half brained sky wizard is stupid enough to think that you're going to be more receptive as a goddamn overgrown foal?
>"Anon please. Whatever you think of me, I'm not letting you grow up on the streets and I'm not letting you test your reincarnation theory by trying to drown yourself. I care about life, no matter what kind or what threatens it. Just…say anything that you feel might help you. Alright?"
>you choke a little on a sob, nose dribbling and eyes making an equal mess of the bridge of your nose
>with one swift motion she removes your padding and lifts you off her back and on the tub, running the water before awaiting your response
"J-ju-hust…just leave me at the bath for a bit and let me groom myself, okay?"
>her disappointed sigh and her hoof running down your mane coaxes a silent whimper out of you, but you stay upright just long enough for your babysitter to leave the bathroom before collapsing onto your flanks and looking into the water
>she probably wishes you'd follow through instead of making her worried if she isn't even going to stay beside the bath to ensure your compliance
>even in this world all you manage to do is make others miserable and afraid for you
I had to get something written out whether it had a coherent story or just a mood.
>we really haven't got a lot to work with
Well, what do you think you have to work with right now?
Gotta learn how to cook with hooves. When you're eventually captured and enslaved by that evil organization maybe you can make yourself useful.[ 1d100 = 96 ]>>163715
"I think I'm pregnant!"[ 1d100 = 82 ]
Given that you yourself hinted that it was because of something we weren't doing, the logical cause would have been Ausfilly, but that's not the case, it could be Applemom as someone else suggested, but I struggle to see how, unless we go stalk her. Other than that, I can't see anything that would be causing the time loop that is also connected to filly.
RNG seems to be on the side of the memers though, observe!>>163715
Stalk Applemom for the day. [ 1d100 = 90 ]
Okay, bad example.
There's plenty of things you aren't doing, but perhaps you are thinking far too out of the box. You think ausfilly would have been logical, but I never hinted during any of the loops that you were supposed to visit her on that day. You guys pulled out that "she's dying" theory out of your asses.
What other hints have I given you?
None that I can remember, it's been a long time. I have nothing else that isn't based on wild speculation and assumption.
What did the Aussie say to you just before you traveled back in time?
>>163826>Trusting a single word that comes out of a shitposter's mouth
I mean, come on now, he's australian.
"Well that didn't work" was the last thing heard on first loop, but that came from an unknown source if i remember correctly.
oh shit, the first loop ended when twi read "well that didnt work" out loud, maybe by saying that out loud we can song of time this shit and reset whenever
Stop skipping school[ 1d100 = 98 ]
That it was something completely stupid. Which rules out…basically nothing.
Damn, that's a feel…continue?
>You trot back to Alpha Camp, and see Twilight scooping up some sandy dirt (looked kind of weird for sand) and pour it into a small box
>"Oh, you're back? Took you long enough."
>You didn't say anything, wanting to avoid a avoid a conversation
>She turns and looks at you
>"Wait, why is… did you go swimming?!" she asks in a demanding tone
"No, no, it's not like that."
>"Well then, would you like to explain why you're soaking wet?"
>You weren't sure you would classify it as "soaking wet",
>You briefly thought about making up a story where you were the victim, but there was no realistic way to do so
>So the truth it is.
"Well, when I went to pee…"
Would've been nice if this was actually made as a reply to my post instead of in a reply chain, but I'll still accept it.
Suck it up, buttercup.
Specifically he said that it would be unfortunate if it were something mundane
He said it would suck if it weren't him dying, and were instead something mundane.
>"Wow, rude much?"
"You know what? I don't fucking care. This has been the 10th goddamn time I've heard you say that exact phrase. Fuck me, remind me not to drink when I have research in the morning. Those are your exact words, every time. I am stuck in a time loop, and I do not need to hear this shit because you sound like a broken record. So unless you know something about time loops that you haven't shared with me in the previous nine loops, DIANA, I don't really care what you have to say?"
She pauses for a moment to process your verbal tirade.
>"Um, okay, what have you tried to get out of it?"
"Fucking up. Apologizing for fucking up. Killing myself. Getting pregnant. Going on a crime spree. Meeting up with Pinkie Pie, who's also looping. Going to Canterlot to see Celestia, who isn't looping, and can't really help me because it takes too long to reach her. Looking for the final filly. By the way, her name's Daring Do, she lives in a shack in the middle of the woods, and she has some FUCKED UP fetishes. And finally, I tried jumping out a window and breaking both of my front legs. Apparently they don't put you down in Equestria, they just use modern medicine to numb you and magic to heal your fractured bones. I would really rather be dead right now than stuck in this stupid loop."
>"Sounds like everything you've done so far has been self-destructive. Have you tried just having a normal day?"
"YES! The second fucking day I went to school as normal after apologizing profusely for the events of the first loop. Clearly this isn't going to work. It has to be something fucked up going on that I have to fix, and I have no idea what the fuck it is because Equestria is fucking huge and it could be anything."
>"Well clearly it can't be something you're incapable of doing, right? A time loop is probably purposeful, and with the intention of correcting something, right? I mean, this kind of power doesn't just come out of the blue. So what all happened on your first loop?"
"I really don't want to talk about it. The end result was you tying me up in the basement and interrogating me about something stupid I did. And I already apologized for it, so I really don't want to talk about it again because it won't help anything."
>"Okay, whatever it is, it sounds pretty terrible. I assume if I help you, you'll never do this shit again?"
"YES! As long as I never have to deal with this loop again."
>"Then tell me about your day leading up to the fuck up."
"Well, I go upstairs, eat breakfast, get stuck on my homework, and go to school. I end up late for class because I was rushing through my assignments. Then the teacher gives me a lecture about how I'm both late and my homework isn't even complete. Then I sit through classes, and go to lunch, only to find out I forgot to bring something to eat. Apparently, the food Rarity offers me differed between the two days and the only explanation I have is it's the butterfly effect, which you offered. I'm pretty sure the world is actually just fucking with me. Then at the end of lunch, you end up crashing into the school walls and give me the wing spell you were working on. I turned into a moth, and then I did the messed up thing."
>"Did you remember your homework and lunch on the second day?"
"Well no. But I wasn't chastized because I made Time Turner late for class."
She stares at you, seemingly unenthused with your actions thus far.
"What are you looking at me like that for?"
>"DO. YOUR. HOMEWORK!"
>"It's all so simple. You made three mistakes on the first loop: not doing your homework, forgetting your lunch, and the other thing. You didn't make that last mistake on the second loop, so it had to be one of the first two. Since you didn't go to school on the later days, you never got to correct it at all, and you kept looping because you kept fucking up in other ways. You know what? Start working right now, I'll go make breakfast. And your lunch. If this works, you owe me."
She rushes up the stairs, leaving you alone in the room. With nothing better to do, you pull out the worksheet from your backpack and get back to work. The material is hard, especially seeing as you covered the material a week ago, but at least you covered the answers in class. Some of them you can sort of remember. At the very least, you don't spend a ton of time remembering what the hell the quadratic formula was. Twilight's voice from the first day starts to echo in your head. It's actually rather annoying, but focusing on it like a mantra at least makes it easier to focus. Halfway through your work, Twilight comes back into the room and places a plate of pancakes next to you.
>"You're making great time. If you keep up that pace, you'll have no problem getting to class on time. Don't worry about making a lunch, I've got you."
Without another word, she leaves, and you are left to finish your work. You take large bites of your pancakes as you trudge your way through the worksheet, not wanting to waste a second. If the experiences of the past week and a half have taught you anything, it's that time is both a precious commodity, and also a dangerous adversary, not to be trifled with. The last problem of your assignment ends up taking up an almost worrying amount of minutes, but to your relief, you manage to finish it just as Twilight comes into the room again with a sack lunch.
>"You ready to go?"
"Yeah, but do you have time to maybe check my work?"
>"We can do it on the way there. I can take some time out to walk you there, seeing as it apparently only takes half a day to research a working flight spell when I'm hungover."
"Maybe you should take your time and sober up. You might not end up crashing into walls this time."
The two of you rush out the door and make your way to the school. Along the way, Twilight looks through your work, passing it back to you halfway there, describing it as "good enough." Owing to the fact that you were both running, you manage to make it to school reasonably early, and Twilight leaves you to socialize with your friends, but not without giving you your lunch first.
Your school day passes by relatively uneventfully, although it still feels rather surreal. You remember most of the lecture, but not everything is quite the same. No one is late, so there's no lecture about it, and the choice of words used to explain the concepts of everything is slightly different in various points. Lunch is surprisingly pleasant, and involves no flying unicorns crashing into the walls. Instead, you simply get to enjoy a fried egg sandwich with french fries. Twilight must have been experimenting with new spells, because it's actually still warm somehow despite being kept in a paper bag in chilly weather.
When school finally lets out, you aren't quite sure what to do. You want to head home and just stare at the clock until it hits 6, but that would be incredibly boring. So instead, you play a game of hoofball with your friends, and let the day pass by as it is. No matter what you do, you cannot make the day go by any faster than one second per second, so you might as well enjoy those seconds while they last. Eventually, it starts to get dark, and you head home. Awaiting you is Twilight, floating around the house with butterfly wings, and a warm meal cooked by Mama Velvet.
You don't even notice the time passing 6 PM until you start to get tired and realize it's already night. Without hesitation, you crawl into bed as soon as you realize you can. You have no dreams, but this doesn't matter much.
The next morning, you wake up to the sound of something falling. Looking around, you see Twilight off the bed in an all too familiar position. You look at her in the eyes for just a few seconds before she finally starts to speak.
>"Fuck me. Remind me not to-"
>"You should see the look on your face, time looper. Sorry, but it's Tuesday. Boring old Tuesday. No more doing retarded shit because you can redo it later. Everything that happens from now on is permanent. Probably. Try not to screw up."
You're fucking welcome, enjoy the mercy.
That was fucking retarded.
Now that we're released from this living hell, let's get some actual fucking work done! That all being said, find the nearest sharp object and slit our wrists.[ 1d100 = 34 ]
Boosting.[ 1d100 = 98 ]
I agree with >>163961
. The entire thing felt stupid, pointless, and anti-climactic. If this is the only time a time loop will occur due to fucking up with school
, then I don't see how it could possibly make sense. If this is something that's going to happen every time we fuck up at school, then it's good to know that we get a free pass from many more would-be-consequences-to-come. What the fuck?>>163965
Since when do horses have wrists?
…Well, in case that 98 is wasted on a suggestion that is physically impossible (not gonna be actually beating >>163967
), might as well roll to find out what actually caused that time loop, since I'm pretty sure that you can't do that just by skipping homework, arriving late in class, and/or cutting class entirely. [ 1d100 = 33 ]
Maybe Ajna's doing it somehow as a punishment, she did say payback was a bitch when we were raped by Daring, and it would only make sense to say that if she knew we attempted to rape Cadence. She presented, damn it!
>>163195>A soft breeze blows from the North tunnel.>There are no breezes down here.>You can hunt when whatever produced that has moved on.>You proceed down the tunnel until you get to the construct.>It's big and metal, and it makes scary noises.>Sometimes there's food around it.>You shine your pinlight in the dark, looking for any such things.>"Huh? Somepony there?">You cover in fear, making yourself as small as possible and ducking underneath a pipe.>Oil leaks out onto your mane, but you don't care.>Not as long as you can stay alive.>"Aha! There you-">You swing in the dark with your crowbar, connecting with something hard.>"God fucking…">You stop.
"You're not like the rest.">"That really fucking hurt!">You shush the other pony as you shine her up and down with the weak light; identifying a black mane, green coat, and most importantly… the mark.
"You can't die?">"Can't say I have before."
"How long down here?">"Um, six days perhaps? I can't tell the time with no sunlight…"
"And how?">"I… can't remember."
"Neither can I…">The two of you sit in silence for a long time.>"Are you hungry? I found a half-eaten sandwich on one of the pipes.">It is decide time.
Haven't seen this pic before, is it new?
And QT filly
I've been waiting for this for a while, always great to see ya, filly.
Anyone still play that game? Booted it up for 5 minutes a year ago and haven't played it since.
>>163977>Well, isn't it what you wanted?
And anime is objectively garbage. Citing it as a reason for your shitty loop conditions only degrades your credibility further, as anime tropes are some of the worst fucking things possible that could be used in your writing.
Excellent work as always Nore.>>163977
Love it. But is it full, or just very poofy? OwO
Both very fine additions to my collection.
Although I am curious as to what happened with her right legs. Even if they're in the same position, there shouldn't be a 100% overlap with their left counterpart.
Good point, I'll fix it later. Thanks!
Have a thing.
>>163977Had a little inspiration
>Be filly>You had just finished getting ready for bed and are currently in your room>Normally you'd have just gone to sleep, but this was no ordinary night>Twilight had told you to wait, since she had gotten something to help you with your "bedtime troubles">Fucking filly body…>Sitting on your bed, you wait for her to show up>…>You hear a knock on the door, and dread what is about to happen>"Hey Anon. Can I come in?">You sigh
"Yeah…">The door creaks as she enters, carrying a package with her in her magic>She sits it down on the floor of your room>"So, I've got the stuff here. Just remember to put one on before falling asleep, alright?>You nod>There's a brief silence as you sit there, waiting for her to continue>"So… have you got it, or would you like me to help?"
"You think I've had to deal with that shit before?">She seems slightly taken aback>"Fair point">She tears open the package with her magic, lifting out one of the diapers>White, thank god>At least she listened when you said "no girly shit">She walks over to your bed>"Alright, lay back for me.">You do as she says>Before you know it, she has the thing snugly wrapped around you>Alicorn magic OP>"There, all done">You sit up, feeling your face flush as you look down at yourself>The only colors on it are the blue tapes and two yellow lines>What a dumb design>You scrunch, glaring at Twilight>"Well, isn't it what you wanted?"
"It's not pink, if that's what you're asking.">She smiles>"Good. I thought you'd prefer something like this.">You sigh, dropping the scrunch and looking away>"Hey…">She leans over, wrapping her wing around you in a hug>You groan>You weren't big on affection as a human, but something about this feels right>You find yourself leaning into her warm embrace>She seems to pull away so soon, leaving you feeling cold>"Goodnight, Anon. I'll see you in the morning."
"Night, Purple.">She giggles at that nickname, flicking off the light and leaving you alone in your room>You slip under the covers, trying to get comfortable in your new attire>After a few minutes you get used to it, and find yourself drifting off to sleep
Time to have an existential crisis about just how fucked up and retarded the rules of this universe apparently are, and bang our head against a wall until we have a pounding migraine.
Oh, and don't speak to Diana for as long as we can. She might not have been the cause of all that, but she's still a cunt and we need to take our anger out on something in some way that isn't violent. [ 1d100 = 12 ]
Seriously, that was fucking stupid. There was no way in hell we were ever going to figure out that it was that on our own.
Eh. I don't know. Just something I had to get out there, not really intending to make more unless I continue feeling like shit.
But I've been channeling my inner uberhengst so I'm feeling….slightly less shitty.
I don't have anything to say tonight, but putting spoilers here is tradition.>>163719>You consider taking it off again, but you don't want to piss off Twiggles or further fuck with her.
"I'd like to help you cook tonight.">"Alright, I'm just making spaghetti."
"Um, could you guide me through cooking with these hooves?">"Yeah, sure. I normally use my hooves to prep anyways, ponies have complained about the food tasting odd when prepared with telekinesis.">Twilight lifts you up to the sink.>"The most important part is washing your front hooves. thoroughly.>You do so with little difficulty.>"Alright, the next step involves the noodles themselves. This is a bit of a tricky one, so pay attention.">Twilight sets the dry pasta on the edge of a cutting board, brandishing a knife with her mouth and holding the spaghetti in place with a hoof. You watch in awe as she flips the knife around in her mouth, using the spine to crack one half of the noodles off from the other.>"The next step is boiling the water. Fill the pot about half full with water and place the lid over it, and make sure to turn the heat on high."
"Okay, I think I've-">"No! Don't touch the stove, I'll handle that."
"But I was-">"No buts.">You let it go.>"-and once the water has reached a rolling boil, you can put in the spaghetti.">You carefully pick up the spaghetti with both forehooves, dropping them from about half a foot above the pot.>A few drops of scalding hot water land on your face and you wince, the smile on Twilight's face showing you that she's just as willing to let you learn lessons by experience.>"Alright, now you can set the wooden spoon on top of the pot. It shouldn't boil over, but I don't mind a bit of precaution.">You do so and simply wait on top of the counter, eyes fixated on the spaghetti being made in front of you.
"Twilight! I think it's ready.">"There's a way to test that.">Taking the wooden spoon with her mouth and picking out a single strand of spaghetti, Twilight flings it at the wall with a wet connection.>The noodle holds fast.>"Well I'll be, you were right.">She ruffles your mane a bit and you can't help but laugh.>"Celestia you're adorable… alright, I'm probably going to do the straining myself; don't want any more burns."
"Rude.">"Am I wrong?">You stare at the counter.>"That's what I thought. Watch carefully though, one day you'll be preparing this for your coltfriend."
"What if I'm gay?">"Then I'll execute you personally.">The laugh that follows does little to pad down the deadpan delivery of that line.>"Alright, I'll probably keep your pasta simple."
"Fine by me.">You watch as Twilight pours sauce on her own with practiced expertise, leaving your dish with a bit of melted butter and a sprinkling of mozzarella.>As she sets the two bowls down, you waste no time digging in.>Your eating habits are messy at best, and you end up with more butter on your face than down your gullet.>Twilight looks over at you with mild annoyance.>"Would you like a side of bath with that?">Input action.
"I'm sorry, I don't have the proper ability to use anything that would keep my face relatively clean as I am now." delivered with a pinch of sarcasm[ 1d100 = 10 ]
"Heh. Guess I need some practice eating, too."[ 1d100 = 68 ]
While you're at that, there's a nasty jagged line in Pear Butter's eye.
What's that made of?
>>163863>"Anon, I can't believe you would do such a foolish thing."
"I-I just didn't want to disturb you." you answered, which was mostly true>"Well, I'm gonna give you a firm talking-to when we get home.">Eh, there was a 60% chance she'd forget all about it>Best give her a distraction before she began seething over it
"So, uh, what's going on with the river?">Her face glowed upon hearing your question, eager to show off her intellect> "I think the river's been polluted with Forget-Me-Salt- probably an earthquake upset some store up in these mountains, and it's being carried downriver via erosion, which would explain the ponies' forgetful behavior down in town. Fortunately, the river splits so much that the stream to town only contains a very small amount of the substance
"Oh, that's interesting." you lied>Why should you care about poor people?>"The bad news is that we'll need to dam the river up here , which will cut off the supply to town. So I need to set up some sort of emergency service to bring water here while we decontaminate the supply."
"I'm not gonna have to carry anything up this mountain, am I?">"No, this doesn't mean any extra work for you." she answered with just a touch of annoyance.
"What do I do now?">"We're going to the source." she said, leevitating you onto her back>Oh, joy
>>164108>You dig into your hayburger, eager to forget the day>It had been so boring, following her around which she wrote shit down and made all sorts of measurements>You found the source of the problem- some huge diamond-esque crystals had fallen over into the river, slowly being eroded by the current>Twiggles levitated them out, and you had to sit there for half an hour while she did magic science shit>Good thing she told you to bring a book>You didn't want to because she called it a "short excersion", which was a lie.>Looking up, you could see her snootle-deep into a container of fries, bits of ketchup and ranch staining her muzzle>Taking a swig of soda, you relish the flavor of root beer>Some things were still the same in Equestria>Twiggles eventually stops pigging out (das' racisst) and looks over you, rubbing off the condiments with a few napkins
"Since you were such a good filly today Anon, you can choose what we do for the rest of the night."Remember, this isn't a CYAO, just leaving it open-ended
Glad to see that somefilly has patrician taste when it comes to soda though.
we need more filly care like this
You're welcome. Glad you liked it
kek, this is fucking perfect
thank you friendo
Was in a rush, had to leave for work in like 5 mins lol>>164124
Lol. Great job!
Become friend. [ 1d100 = 33 ]
Boop her face, no mercy[ 1d100 = 66 ]
CYAO confirmed, boop her before sleep
I miss the other writefags who did normal non CYOA greens…
Bath >Rape Time[ 1d100 = 55 ]>>163957
Hug her and call her a faggot, our faggot[ 1d100 = 68 ]
Jump through the window and actually kill ourselves this time[ 1d100 = 37 ]
>(You) are chased all across the country by police trying to repo your filly
>Finally get a pilot who'll take your ass to Russia
>In the plane, feel something wet against your leg
>Filly looks up at you, bleeding from a wound right through her heart.
>"I love you, daddy…"
>Blood.>So much blood.>Horror.>"I love you, daddy…">You've never been so terrified as you were right now.>Looking into your little angel's eyes as she stares up at you.>You thought you knew fear.>You thought you knew true dread when they told you they were going to take her away from you. >In your love for her, in your single-minded dedication to keeping her-- to always being there for her-- you hadn't even considered…>Death.>Only now that you are confronted by your little filly dying in your arms, only now do you know true horror.>God.
"Anon!">You can't do anything but scream and hold her as she quickly bleeds out.
"ANON!" >Tears.>Burning tears.>You are only dimly aware of another dull burning sensation.>Your filly's eyes have already began to glaze over, but she does her best to look up at you all the same.>"Dad…"
"Anon, please! Hold on sweetie!">It doesn't even occur to you how silly a thing that is to say.>Your filly just smiles up at you.
>As you speed off down the runway, you hold your little angel in your arms.
"Anon, please, I can't lose you!">You clutch her close to your body now, all reason having left your mind.
"Annie, I LOVE YOU!">Finally the plane takes off, climbing into the air as if it were gently lifted by a pair of hands into the sky.>"I… L-love…">You close you eyes as your filly struggles to get out her last words.>You hold her as tight as you can, and for a moment, you lose track of all else; there is only you and Anon now.
>When you finally come back to reality, you immediately realize that something is different.>You don't feel the motion of the plane anymore.>There is no more roar of the engine, no more indiscriminate chatter from in front of you, no more blood…>You open your eyes as the terror slowly subsides. >No longer are you trapped inside the cold, dark cabin of the airplane, but above you is the lush green canopy of a large tree, leaves shimmering against the backdrop of expansive blue sky above.>Looking around, you just about blind yourself as you finally find the sun.>You reflexively lift up a hand to shield yourself from the light as you close your eyes in pain and let out a quiet curse.
"Ah, damn!">Fuck that hurt.
>"Daddy?">You bolt upright at the sound of that soft, familiar voice.>Anon stands a little in front of you, a slightly shocked look on her face.>Probably startled by your sudden movement, but it doesn't take long for that surprise to be relaced with a happy smile and a cute little giggle.>"You fell asleep, huh daddy?"
"Wah? Uh-- yea. Yea I guess I did.">Looking at your little filly, you can't help but put on a little smile of your own.>"YAY!">Anon lets out an excited little yell and leaps into your arms, practically knocking you over as you catch her.>You hold her close as she hugs you tight.>The world almost seems to disappear again as you lovingly embrace on to your sweet little angel, until…>"ICE CREAME!" >What?
>Filly pulls away from your hug and looks up at you with a cute little pout on her face, like you just injured her greatly.
"W-what?">"You promised, remember?">You give her a confused, slightly incredulous look.
"Promised what?">Anon gives you a little huff.>So cute!>"You promised that if you fell asleep next time, we could go get ice cream on the way home!">Huh? >Why would you promise a thing like that?
"Hah, why would I promise that?">Scrunch.>You can tell she's about to say something, but you don't give her the time.
"Alright, alright, let's go get ice-cream…"
>"YAY!">Filly leaps off of you and hops in place a couple times, the most excited look on her little face.>"Let's go let's go!">You go to stand up.
"Alright already, hold your--">She's already gone, taking off toward the road that runs through the center of the park and towards the ice-cream store.>Well, no rest for the wicked…>You take off after her.
"Get back here, you!"
You're not sure what to believe right now. Over a period of around ten days of apparent time, you went through hell and back facing apparent judgment for what you could only assume to be crimes against the gods. In the end, the one and only thing you had to do to fix everything, rather than an epic quest or a major sacrifice, was to just go through a normal day of school and finish your fucking homework.
If you skip a day again, will you have to go through a time loop again? Can you recreate time loops at will just by shirking your duties? Or is the universe just playing a major prank on you, and you have no control over anything?
No, that can't be it. You have control over one thing at least. You might not always have control over your actions or your thoughts, and you certainly have no control over that shit life decides to throw at you, but at the very least you have control over how you feel. And right now, you want to feel pain. Pain, at the very least will make you feel as though you are living in the here and now.
"Twi, you wouldn't happen to have a pencil sharpener, would you?"
>"Umm… I might. Just a sec."
She rummages through a nearby drawer and manages to produce a tiny pencil sharpener. It has a somewhat exposed blade, so you push it against the back of your forelegs and slowly drag it against the flesh. The contact was poor, but it did the job.
>"What in the world are you doing?"
"I need to hurt, Twilight. I'm having an existential crisis right now, and pain is the only thing that's going to get me through this."
She immediately smacks you across the face with a hoof.
>"Is that better?"
You toss your hooves around her in a tight embrace.
"Thanks. You're a faggot, but you're my faggot."
>"Says the filly who says she got pregnant on one of her loops. Now come on, we should probably get some breakfast or something."
When I said to "slit our wrists", I meant to KILL OURSELVES.[ 1d100 = 43 ]
Have breakfast and ignore any further suicidal thoughts for the entire day. [ 1d100 = 46 ]
Why are you so insistent on ending this CYOA?
Because I refuse to let something THAT stupid go unpunished!
Maybe you should have been more specific then, particularly when dealing with a literally autistic GM. There are many ways to slit one's wrists, not all of which end in death or even significant bleeding. Moreover, your body does not have "wrists" structured in the same way as a human wrist, because you do not need to be able to send signals from the brain to five highly flexible digits.>>164275
Keep making stupid suggestions and I'll start adding some stupid plot twists.
Shouldn't it be obvious when someone says to slit their wrists that they mean to off themselves? Also, I'm not afraid to crash this with no survivors since I'm just as autistic.
Go into the kitchen, grab the largest sharp object we can, and drag the blade across our neck until our vital signs stop.[ 1d100 = 98 ]
>>164275>Anonfilly doesnt treat the injury>It gets infected and she partially loses movement on that leg>She doesnt want to tell anyone about it though>Twilight doesnt knows about that eithwr, it was just a minor cut that it shouldnt have been a problem>The injury advances slowly for a while and Anonfilly lives normally during the time>Or as normally as a 3 legged pony would>With time, Twilight notices that there s something wrong and does a check up>Finding the infection she tries to stop the magical virus from spreading further>But instead of making it dormant it reacts to her magic and grows stronger>Anon felt every part of her body fail, limbs, organs and even her senses before she reached the hospital>And before she was put in a bed she was already dead
There s your ending, now load back the game from last checkpoint will ya Reuben?>>164270
Thanks, now get on the floor and do the dinossaur[ 1d100 = 93 ]
Rolling to counter. We are going to take out or frustration on the aussie. Now that we are aware she's here, her tricks are less likely to get us.
Fuck heres the roll.[ 1d100 = 44 ]
Popcorn primed and ready. Any drawfags willing to visually document this impending shitstorm?
I don't often draw Anon, just finished one yesterday, but I could give it a try illustrating this when I can.
either way i can't hide that i'm inspired by all this green~
calling it right now, Reuben's gonna pussy out and lose about half the participants in his story
If by half, you mean all the people calling for suicide to end the story, they're not people worth keeping. You realise we're just gonna loop after doing it, right?
I know, and that's what I'm guessing will happen. A reset wouldn't be too bad if it actually happened for a good reason, just not for something completely insane like missing homework. I'm saying people would stop because Reuben didn't respect the roll that was just 2 off from a perfect 100 because people don't like his "le ebin plot twist".
Don't you remember why that "le ebin plot twist" even exists?
because there was another reset worthy situation that deserved a reset, but that nigger decided that some anime plot would be a good idea instead of what people actually wanted.
One of these days I ought to just "rocks fall, everyone dies, roll up a new filly."
>>164297>assfaggot, devourer of worlds
Okay, who the fuck posted that?
Well, let's put it to the test. If he's really the devourer he's cracked up to be, he can likely be summoned with the blood of a virgin. Come on, I know most of you could sacrifice yourselves and fit the reqts.
Would make a perfect dakimakura!
-Or desktop wallpaper-
I don't understand, why do people want to go back? Why do people stay? Why is OP a faggot?
whelp, rip filly
also that's a pretty excellent filly ass, i need moar
Goddamn it dude you make some fucking cute fillies. Never stop.
The thumbnail makes the filly in #2 look like she has bimbo lips.>>164270>>164279
I'm not gonna beat that roll, but fuck it, can't hurt to try.
Rolling to counter. Ask Twiggles for tips on how to remove Aussie, instead. [ 1d100 = 56 ]
"Yeah, breakfast… not a bad idea."
You don't want to admit it, but Twilight's smack in the face just didn't cut it. You feel no real connection to this world anymore, and even greater amounts of pain won't make you feel any more "real". As you ascend the stairs to the living room, you hang your head low and try to make sense of the events that transpired.
Unfortunately, the more you think about it, the less everything makes sense. Hell, the very fact that you're here in a pony world instead of on Earth makes no sense. Is this an afterlife? It surely isn't Heaven. Perhaps not Hell either, but time loops are certainly strange for Limbo. And if it IS an afterlife, what happens when you die? There's only one way to find out, and somehow, a knife seems even more enticing.
"Hey Twilight? I think I'm going to make breakfast today. Do you mind?"]
>"Oh, um… sure. Need any help?"
"I think I'd rather do it on my own, thank you."
>"If you say so."
You wander off into the kitchen, looking behind you a few times to see if you're being followed. When you are satisfied that Twilight has sat herself down on the couch and isn't looking at you, you start looking for the knives.
As it turns out, most of the knives in the kitchen are serrated, owing to the complete lack of meat in the typical pony diet, combined with a desire for less accidents in the kitchen. There are no steak knives, but luckily, there is one proper chef's knife in the kitchen after a little bit of searching. You place it on the counter in front of you and marvel at its sharpness. This is the same knife you had used to kill yourself in the third loop. It wasn't quite in the same place as before; someone must have put it away wrong after washing the dishes the night before. It was probably Cadance; she can never do anything right.
But you can. And you're sure as shit not going to fuck up a suicide. Without hesitation, you grab the knife between your hooves and thrust it towards your neck.
A magenta glow envelops the knife and you find you cannot move it. Not towards your neck, not away, nor in any other direction. It's as if it's stuck in time. Except it's not, and you know exactly where that glow is coming from.
>"How about you take the day off school today, and you and I have a long chat about that time loop you just came out of?"
"I refuse to live in a world where I'm forced to reset the same day indefinitely just because I forgot to do my homework, let me die!"[ 1d100 = 77 ]
"Oh Twilight, it was horrible, I thought time loops were meant to be fun, but I got raped and I'm starting to realise just how wrong it was for me to do that to… Everyone." [ 1d100 = 78 ]
Both of these?[ 1d100 = 87 ]
I love how the context changes completely with the addition of sweat and a vibrator.
Sleep tight filly
Jesus Christ, I can't decide if I wish I was the teacher or the filly. Left pic of course.
Could you credit/link the original art?
I love this kind of top comfy shit.
Beautiful. I want to be the comfy filly.
I didn't, my subtitles are exclusively video game references. I would've gone with "Outworld Devourer" for the same effect>>164303
I'd settle for Taco Bell nacho cheese.
H-hey! That's rood!
man i envy your expressions, i always go overcomplicated instead of going simple, this is cute!>>164329
I made it, there's even the paper version attached!>>164319
Aw… oOooh! ANOOON!
First image is great. Second image is degenerate. No lewding the filly.
I want to watch that filly pee
Okay you know what? I'm just gonna continue the depression stuff, but keep it whitepilled. I don't want to devolve into porn or artificial drama, this is gonna be slice of life and self-improvement based green only. I think it's best I just write for the sake of it instead of to appeal to others' desires. If you like it, cool I guess. self-help advice applicable for both filly and anons in-thread would be appreciated too since we just got done having a big mess about filly killing herself
>after some time washing off, which remains a pain due to your hooves' imprecision, you get out of the bath>you wipe yourself mostly dry, then sit in the guest bedroom with your brush, working on yourself>normally, she's here to do it for you, but you've had enough of being reliant on her for a while>your mind drifts, continually returning to worries about the others>especially twiggle horse and the amount of money and time she's spent on making you comfortable>an hour passes of brushing before you feel truly comfortable in your fur>not that you felt pressured to look good, but you just lost track of time and got into the act of brushing>depite dwelling for most of that time on just following through, how best to kill yourself, et cetera, you feel…better>it's not exactly a feeling you can put into words, but it just felt nice to stay away from your adoptive mom for a while
>you set the used brush on the end-table and get back on your hooves, mind active and somewhat refreshed>you still feel a little helpless, but if you had to run, you probably could>you stretch out a little, do a few positions…>maybe it's time to do a little working out?>spending some time to remind yourself of old workout routines you'd taken an interest in but never done regularly, you assume the position to do some snake pushups and yoga poses>you don't sweat much, partially by virtue of no longer being a human and partially because it's not a particularly intense routine>but at the same time, it feels good not to just lie in bed and be frustrated>maybe you should use the food and resources Twilight uses more efficiently, at the very least?>you are taking from her whether you want to or not, but cooking, reading, working with her - you could make some use of your energy to make up for it>you head out of your room, casting your towel and makeshift yoga mat onto the bat of the bathroom curtain-bar before heading to the library>it's time to at least earn your keep
onto the bathroom curtain-bar*
Redundant posts are redundant.
>>164457>as your hooves reach the end of the staircase, you immediately spot purple smart dusting off her shelves and sorting books, as she usually does>you don't want to alert or annoy her, especially after the hostility you showed to her earlier, so instead you clear your throat>"wh- huh?">she spins around in place, wobbling her stepladder and barely keeping from falling off as you quickly look away
"I…l-listen, I'm sorry about earlier. You're trying, and I'm no less autistic than you are about consoling people.">"It's alright Anon, I get why you're feeling like that. I really do."
"I don't think you really get it, at least not fully. But that doesn't warrant me being dismissive when you help me out. So, I want to repay you. For everything, the room, the baths, the food. Is there anything I can do to help?">"Help? Er, if you're okay with that! Spike's off doing the dusting in another bookshelf, so I can do this on my own. But, I could use your help on a quick grocery run."
"Yeah, what do you need?">"I could use some lettuce, honeycrisp apples, vinegar, daisies, green onions, and carrots from the farmer's market. I'd also appreciate getting some extra ink and notebooks for my studies."
"Got it. Do you have the bits somewhere I should look?">"I've got my personal grocery budget in the study, second drawer on the right of the desk. Feel free to take whatever's left as payment, alright?">that's not very heavy shopping, but you remind yourself what you told yourself you'd do - not waste what she gives you>what do you want to do with it though? You could simply use it for snacks or drinks or arcade tokens, or you could invest and save it
"Alright, thanks purple-smart…oh, also, would it be okay if I rent a few books when I get home? I can pay for them with some of those bits, I don't wanna take advantage.">she climbs down from the shelf, turning to you with a small smile>"You know what? Take one at a time and I'll give them to you free, extras for half-off."
"Are you sure?">"Of course, Anon. What did you want to get?"
"Well, I'd like to start with a workout guide or two, especially for flexibility and strength training. After that, maybe some hobbies?">"What kinds of hobbies would you like?">hobbies…it takes some time just to think of any hobby to try
"Ah….let's go with calligraphy. I want to be a better writer.">god damnit anon, that's such a stupid idea. Why even say a hobby so niche and useless?>"That sounds great! I can tell you, writing for the sake of it is so rewarding, helps you keep your mind sharp.">fucking calligraphy. You couldn't think of a sport? Arts and crafts? An actual trade?>suddenly what she says reaches your ear and it twitches slightly in surprise
"Wait, really? I…jut kind of thought that one up on the fly.">"Well, if you don't want to try that, it's okay. I'm happy to help you pick out a hobby if you'd prefer. But calligraphy is good too, if you want to start by trying that."
"Oh…well, a-alright, I guess. Thanks.">"No problem. Be back by 4:30 and I'll be able to prepare a nice salad for the both of us."
"Yeah…yeah.">you turn around and head to the study, collecting the bits and strapping the baggy saddlebag somewhat loosely onto your torso>as disoriented and confusing as your thought process has been lately, you feel a little more clarity after being encouraged again by momlight>maybe this is good for you to try, at least until something sticks
If dubs new namefag
I was a namefag for like three nights. I dunno. I might revive that but I've just been back and forth. No conistency in my life.
Someone should make a nice filly
>>164268>As you chase after your filly, you feel time start to warp.>Slower and slower as she runs away from you.
"Filly, wait!">As your senses become sharper, you become more desperate.
"FILLY, PLEASE!">You know what this means.>Pulled away from the scene, your vision goes black.>Suddenly you hear something else around you, crisp and vibrant.>Eyes peeling open, you're filled with dread.>As you lie in bed, your eyes lie past the fan, gently spinning in the space above you.>Your heart aches, and your stomach groans.>Your head pulses with a sharp pain, sitting you up in your bed.>Glancing around your familiar surroundings, your heart sinks down into its usual place.>Your normal, cramped up old single apartment…>The color seems to dim in the world around you, and as you stare at the floor, you remember for a moment how you had just felt.>How… bright everything was there.>How… happy.>Your little angel's smile flashes through your mind, like its done with you, time and time again.>Rips right through your heart without mercy and leaves an empty feeling in your stomach…>You wish you had your filly with you…>You wish you had the courage to just put an end to this misery.>Because this… this isn't living.>Grabbing the glass and the bottle of pills on your nightstand, you toss the empty bottle lying next to it.>You gaze out the window to a perfect view of a brick building just a few feet away, and just sit there.>…Without her, what even's the point?>Nobody understood you like she did.>Nobody cared like she did…>But even that you somehow ruined for yourself.>And now you're just here alone, like you deserve to be.>If you can't even keep safe what you most held dear, what good are you to anybody?>Your eyes trail to the digital clock nearby you.>All the buttons in a language you don't understand.>It was supposed to be a simple flight here.>But you shouldn't have treated it like one.>Slowly, your gaze moves towards a framed picture.>Your little angel, sleeping soundly as her tongue sticks out cutely.>You should have kept her safe.>As you pick up the frame, your hands start to shake.>You should have thought it out more.>Your vision blurs and tears quickly start to stream down your face.>You should have been taken instead.
Combining these two would be a rather weird conversation. I can try though.
"Twilight, I refuse to live in a world where I can be forced to reset the same day indefinitely just because I forget to do my homework. Let me die!"
>"Have you repeated this day too?"
"No. It's my first time experiencing it."
>"Then how would you know you're going to start looping again?"
"How do I know I'm NOT going to?"
>"And that's somehow a reason to KILL yourself? There's a ton of stupid things that MIGHT happen, and we both know this universe is crazy enough to throw 'em at us. And yet I'm still here. It's been two years. You think I haven't had my share of craziness?"
You pause for a moment to think of a good retort.
"In those two years, have you ever been raped?"
>"Umm… wow, okay. Do you want to take this conversation somewhere a little less… around sleeping family members?"
She leads you back downstairs into your room.
>"So tell me what happened."
Doug Dimmadome done peaked inside my filly hole.[ 1d100 = 33 ]
I'll give you 3 guesses as to why I want to nuke Australia.[ 1d100 = 62 ]
Boosting. [ 1d100 = 59 ]
This but ask Twilight if she's willing to drop another pony out of a hot air balloon.[ 1d100 = 62 ]
We could tie her up first, dumbdumb[ 1d100 = 12 ]
>>164515>Tying up a rope bunny
Nah faggot, we got to rape her back before we can off her. [ 1d100 = 50 ]
Boosting[ 1d100 = 66 ]
>>164465>your grocery collecting goes just fine, for the most part>your coin sack jingles lightly as you pick it out of your heavy saddlebags>you take a short break from the sunlight of the early afternoon by sitting under a tree to take inventory>three of each vegetable and fruit was bought, with about thirty bits to spare>all that remains is spending some more on the notetaking supplies - by your guess you'd have enough to supply a book and pencil to three, perhaps four ponies>the few bits that remain, you suppose, you can spend on your own supplies to start keeping a journal>you pack back up and head toward the storefronts, targeting one full of study and office supplies>not much could be said of what you find in there; your mind continues to search for things to burden itself with>looking back on what you did as a human, and reflecting on what little independence you can muster up as a filly>in the end the situation is similar but you feel more driven>was the big problem your attitude on its own? Or was it your modern society simply leaving you to fail to find something you like to do without direction or inspiration?>maybe…life was just, too complicated, yet also too easy>no pressure from family or friends to find yourself or be more active>if that's the case then what got you to start working for Twilight all of the sudden?>no…it's not sudden>you felt it in small ways with the mother figure, saw it in her eyes>those big, expressive puppy-dog eyes all ponies have made you feel more guilty>you don't want to disappoint your once-momfu so much anymore>these ponies look so gut-wrenchingly pitiable when they give you the look>that look of absolute resignation, that they inevitably give when you reject their help or companio->"Can I help you, miss?"
"Hwuh-!?">your sudden reaction is coupled with feeling your dam groan with stress, barely held back by you tightening your stance and backing up slowly from the shelf you had spaced out next to
"Uh, yeah, I…I came looking for ink, pens, and a couple notebooks. Got those lying around?">"Of course, right this way in aisle three.">after you find and buy the loot, you leave two bits in the sack to save up, hurrying along the street to home>after today's light exercise, you feel a little firmer around the ankles and upper hind legs>you're still a chubby filly, but you're slightly less so
I thought it was a recolor, amazing work!
You guys rock, I'd love a hardcover book with all the best greens
im enjoying this green a lot, mostly because i want to see filly get better
so i hope you continue
>>164528>after reaching your home base with saddleags full of resources, you strip out of the saddle and stuff the food in the pantry>leaving the writing tools in your bags, you scurry into the upstairs bathroom, silently cursing that filly bladder you're still not quite accustomed to>at least nothing happened between the spooking at the supply store and the trip home, or you'd probably have a "minor" panic attack or something>after relieving yourself, you more-casually traverse the stairs back down so you can offer twiggle the stuff>when you realize you still have your own notebook, a small smile happens across your face>yeah…this'll be your first real project
>holding your pen and the larger notebook of the set in your teeth, you splay the rest across your back to offer your foster-parent>as you enter the library's corridors, it's absolutely stunning, books all refreshed in appearance and shelves polished to perfection>Twilight is sat at the reception desk of the library, reading over rental and purchase records diligently>"Oh, hey there Anon! I'm guessing the food is all sorted out too?">your parcel is lifted off your back, and the notebook and pen in your mouth are placed on your back by her magic before you lick your lips a little to speak
"Yeah, not too easy with only two hooves and one mouth, but I got them packed away in the pantry. That's your stuff, and I bought this for myself.">"Great. You could just have asked for the supplies to start writing though!"
"No, no. Like I said, I don't want to be a burden…plus, it's satisfying earning my keep.">"Oh…well, alright. Just don't work too hard, alright? Regardless of mental state, you're my filly and I want you to grow up healthy."
"I'll be fine. Can't promise to keep from working too hard though. No pain, no gain.">her expression isn't very approving of that mindset, but she doesn't rebut it, simply humming her disapproval like she's not sure what to say
"Please, trust me. And whatever happens, you don't have to feel responsible for it. I can pay hospital bills if things get really bad somehow. Do you have that calligraphy book on ha - er, hoof?">"Oh, of course. I set it aside for you before you got back. Do you want the health books I found as well, or would you prefer to focus on one subject at a time?">thinking for a moment, you don't quite know what to choose>filling your schedule might be too much on your plate…but you aren't going to be a spry little filly forever>….you hope>you pull your bits out of the sleeve of your notebook, giving the smallest of smiles to your caretaker
"Here's the leftover bits from shopping, is that enough to cover the renting costs?">"Of course, Anon. Thank you.">she levitates the bits and places them in her pouch, a quill pen darting across her documentation to write out the information required>"You can use the information as calligraphy and notetaking practice, and your copies can be used as much as you like, as long as I get that health one back by next Monday."
"Well, writing with my mouth isn't that
effective, but I'll make sure to take notes.">"Don't get too immersed in reading though, alright? I want the lights out by 1AM, otherwise you won't get enough sleep for school tomorrow. I don't want you…hitting on Miss Cheerilee again…"
"Stop doting on-" you blurt out, face suddenly flashing from its typical green to a flushed red>you look away, voice catching in your throat before you mutter a response
"Yes, Twilight…">she levitates her books toward you - two somewhat heavy textbooks resting upon your back as you continue speaking
"But just, for the record. That was the cider talking, not sleep deprivation.">she gasps sharply, suddenly changing gears into a more frustrated attitude>"You're saying you were drinking, on a school day!? Anon, how many times do I have to remind you that regardless of mental state you've got the liver of a filly? You're not-"
"I know, and after that I haven't drunk a single drop, okay? Just - just give me the books.">all this complication just because you had to correct the record…>maybe you should just leave things be next time>or, maybe Twilight is right and drinking should be off the table entirely
I'm on a roll with minor but still noticeable errors lately.>books already resting on back>"just give me the books"
Maybe I should start re-reading after my second draft in cases like this.
Liking this so far, good work
>>164645>you set the books onto the nightstand beside your bed, then crack open the book on health>Teaching Resources: Equine Biology and Health>the tome includes lab projects as well as quizzes and comprehension questions>flipping through the list of chapters, you see a section on magic, one on diet, another for exercise, and an extensive one on growth>you're not too surprised to see a similar set of traits for pony pubescence compared to human adolescence, but what does surprise you is the extensive description of magical traits>it seems as though ponies are herbivores mostly by choice; you're not that well versed in this topic but you do know that equine digestion back home prohibited meat entirely>in Equestria however, it's merely a strong taboo, based on taste and the ethics of eating meat>while a pizza or burger would make your mouth water normally, you aren't very anxious to give it a taste>it can wait until you see a griffin restaurant in the far future of your life
>you have some chicken-scratch notes taken on earth pony magicks and basic biology before you hear purple's voice pipe up from the stairs>"Hey Anon, whenever you're ready, your dinner's ready!">dinner? Couldn't be that late, could it?>you peek at the clock before realizing that it's about 5:30 - you've been at this for an hour>eh, this is a good stopping point, you think as you close your book and flip the notebook shut>"I added extra vinegar, just the way you like it!" She proudly proclaims as she sees you at the stairway
"Ooh, thanks. Any red onions or is this salad a more traditional tomato one?">"I went all-out. Both green and red onions, lettuce and spinach, bleu cheese and a dash of dressing, and some olive oil for extra flavor."
"All that, for me?">"Well, I thought I'd offer some encouragement. I might not be a…master chef, but you did me a favor today. Do you want apple juice or just water?"
"You know what? I'll stick to water tonight.">as you make that decision, Twi pours a glass of water, pulling a kitchen chair out for you to hop up and relax at the table>the hefty serving of mixed greenery makes you grin like the filly you are, a hoof taking your fork and digging in>whenever Twilight cooks, she causes firefighting forces to worry about the lingering smoke around the kitchen window>but this chilled vegetable salad? Not too bad, not too bad at all
"Thanks again for everything. I know I complained in the bath, but…you're a good caretaker.">she walks behind your chair, her hoof softly reaching toward your main and running down its somewhat short length>fuck, pony affection is just the most intense high…>"Well, you're a good recipient. I can't get in your head perfectly, but I can relate with feeling lost and directionless. Especially before I moved to Ponyville."
"Well…if you ever want to talk about it, I wouldn't mind. You sound like you've got a good head on your shoulders, to have found your calling as the element of Magic.">"I'd love to talk with you about that.">You can't help but smile for the duration of your meal after hearing that
Thanks, been winging it but I've got one part pre-planned that will come soon(TM). But at the moment I'm suffering in this heat wave and kinda just wanna sweat in bed for a bit and clop
>>164669>you do know that equine digestion back home prohibited meat entirely
Wait fr? I didn't know that, I thought that given their flat, plant-grounding teeth and grazing style of feeding, they'd never be able to eat meat. My grandpa's never fed any of his mares meat afaik.
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>>164687>given their flat, plant-grounding teeth
Wrong again.Sorry, I'm having too much fun with this. But yes, many equines will eat meat to replace any vitamins and minerals that they are lacking…
I mean, they have incisors too but, when the hell did they have canines
I am so confused I'll just stop pretending I know anything about anything goodnight and send clean drinking water
This, equines are opportunistic omnivores, they will absolutely eat meat if they come across it, they just can't subsist on it because their digestive system can't handle it in large quantities.They're supposed to lick rocks for certain vitamins and minerals, in the absence of those, they'll eat anything they can get in their mouths, birds usually, dead or alive. I occasionally fed mine fish.
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It's not just equines, either…
Alright, whose ass are you going up then?not mine.
"Well Twilight, I'll give you 3 guesses as to why I want to nuke Austrialia."
Her eyes widen.
>"Tell me she didn't."
"She fucking drugged me. Said she wanted to abandon me in the middle of the wilderness, but then I propositioned her, and when I wake up, she has me tied up and shoves her entire hoof up my ass without any lube. I asked for sex, not to get fucking fisted."
>"That sounds horrible."
"Yeah. It hurt like a son of a bitch. I do not think even horse assholes are meant for that much stretching."
>"They sure as hell aren't. What the hell made her think that was a good idea?"
"Apparently I talk in my sleep. Pretty sure I'm not responsible for anything I say when I'm not conscious."
>"Well, that leaves us with a problem. She's supposed to be on our side, but if she's this kind of pony…"
"Then she gets thrown out of a weather balloon like the commie?"
>"Wasn't she supposed to be a pegasus?"
"Well yeah, but you could tie her up, right?"
>"If I have the ability to tie her up, I have the ability to simply slit her throat. With Fizzle, I tricked her into the balloon and then shoved her off when she wasn't paying attention. Come on Anon, get your head in the game. The only problem is, she's supposed to be an ally, isn't she? Do you think we could get the next pony to show up on our side?"
"Twi… the filly who's showing up next shot up her school."
>"And who would you rather have on your side, a sexual deviant who doesn't respect you, or a cold blooded killer who you don't know yet?"
Oh please, school shooters these days aren't cold-blooded killers, just edgy fucks with a screw loose. Have you heard the laughable 'manifestos' of some of those assholes?[ 1d100 = 1 ]
Well, time to kill myself.
I guess as long as we leave him be in the woods with his fucking pet manticore and his bootleg vegimite, we should be fine until we actually need him [ 1d100 = 23 ]
Why don't you get your school too, while you're at it?
Apologies for the wait.>>164022
"Heh. Guess I need some practice eating, too.">"Guess so. Alright, bathtime for messy fillies.">You'll never get over just how helpless you feel when she lifts you up by the scruff of your neck.
"I can w-">"Yes, I know.">You feel something muss your mane, you assume magic as all four of Purple's hooves are currently in the process of serving the 'Anon Express to Bathsdale,' as your mom would put it.>It's been a long time since you've thought about anyone back on Earth.>…>It really doesn't help anything to, anyways.>For instance, now there's a bit of salty water intermixed with the butter on your cheeks.>You guess it's better that they're not here though, and now imortalized in your mind.>You have no idea if the different universes share different passages of time anyways.>In the time it took for the portal to close behind you, ten generations of humans could've already turned to dust.>Not like you'd see any of that, you passed out when your legs gave way.>As you're set down belly-up on the bath mat, Twilight notices your watery eyes.>"What's wrong?"
"D-do you know any specifics about how this universe fares up against mine?">"How so?"
"Specifically time differences.">"Well, based on what I could capture from the sundials I placed when I opened rifts to it before, it's about two hours ahead of ours where you lived."
"Well, I kinda meant something else…">"Oh… I was hoping you wouldn't ask about that.">Your heart sinks.>"The transformation process, while not irreversable like you might think would require twice the magical energy I used to initiate it. The strain would likely kill either or both of us."
"And the time ratio?">She winces.>"The event that allowed me to retrieve you was a once in a lifetime chance of alligning timelines. By now, everyone you'd want to go back and see would already be long dead."
"Oh…">"Yeah, it's a bit of a bummer. You have me at least though, right?">She carefully undoes the tapes, lifting you into the now comfortably full tub.
"I just wanted to say goodbye…">"I know… the chance to study you wasn't one I was going to pass up though, and you have taught me quite a lot about transformation magic.">She takes a hoof and starts rubbing a bit of coat shampoo into your cheeks.>"Besides, it isn't so bad here, is it?">Input action.
"Admittedly, a maybe sounds better than a flat no. You know, assuming we can get to her when she shows up before she ends up like the Aussie."
Forgot roll. [ 1d100 = 7 ]
"I think I've been sent to the hospital more times here than throughout my entire life on Earth, not to mention that I also saw some shit here. Bad may be a bit of an understatement, but at least you're trying to make it better."[ 1d100 = 18 ]
Boosting >>164846[ 1d100 = 94 ]
>>164795>Finally able to check since posting yesterday>Actually rolled a 20
I wasnt going to be picky, but since you volunteered…
And not going in the back exit, that s gross, spread the other larger hole for me before purple gets here will ya?
this is my fetish.
then draw it faget!
mate, way better than i ever did
Because she's (You), and you're a cute, cuddly faggot.
It's the face, mostly. I can't stand how I did the face.
You know the old saying a bird in the hand–or hoof, is worth two in a bush.[ 1d100 = 58 ]>>164831
Start singing "Pumped up Kicks."[ 1d100 = 75 ]>>164669
Nice but the transition from abject depression to steady self-improvement is a little quick. I like this story though.>>164525https://youtu.be/8ci2hj7CSHI?t=611>>164501
When you try to have a constant emotional rollercoaster that alternates extremely fast, rather than getting peaks and troughs you get a bumpy road.>>164025
>>164966>When you try to have a constant emotional rollercoaster that alternates extremely fast, rather than getting peaks and troughs you get a bumpy road.
oh im not the original writer
i just didnt want such a sickeningly happy ending
no u, it was too happy an ending, you seem to forget >pic
not everything ends in a happy ending
I read a green of something like that one time. Would be horrifying to experience.
"Hmm… give me a minute to consider that."
A tune starts playing in your head, and so without a thought, you sing along with it out loud.
"All the other kids with their pumped up kicks. You better run better run, out run my gun!"
>"You know your shooter pony probably isn't going to actually have a gun on her, right?"
"Yeah, but the point is she knows how to use one. She knows how to kill people, so she'll know how to kill a changeling. I'm also half hoping she's Elliot Rogers."
>"Isn't he dead?"
"Aren't most school shooters dead?"
>"Many, yes. A few are in jail for life though. And since we know neither of us died before coming to Equestria, chances are this one was alive too."
"We could have died in our sleep."
>"I'd rather not consider that possibility."
"What are you, scared of death?"
>"I consider myself sane in that I can say yes to that question. But what's more scary is not going back. And as I see it, you're one part of that ticket back. I'm actually a little worried that if we get rid of Daring, we might lose our one chance at getting out of here. Of course, considering her actions thus far, I'd say it's probably a bad idea to bet anything on her."
"Yeah, I'd rather not associate with her if I can avoid it."
>"So what's the plan now? Kill her before she becomes an enemy? Leave her alone in the woods? Try to reform her somehow? I'm not necessarily against the idea of allying with the shooter instead of her, but we would have to wait several months for her to show up. Who knows what could happen before then?"
Pretty sure she just wants to be left alone in the woods, she said as much when we found her. Probably half mad as is. [ 1d100 = 46 ]
Go talk to him, we did kinda provoke the fag[ 1d100 = 74 ]
Bring Twilight with us, but warn her not to drink or eat anything the aussie gives her. If we have trouble, Purple can hamstring the fag pretty quickly. [ 1d100 = 15 ]
boosting this guy, since he's smart. Also, see if we can look into the future to see how much time is between us and the communist uprising.[ 1d100 = 92 ]
An addendum to these: have Purple/Diana speak on our behalf. We have the benefit of the Cunt in the Woods not remembering our "incident" with her, but I still wouldn't put much stock in our diplomatic abilities, what with having a dozen or so voices all telling us to do stupid shit at the worst of times. [ 1d100 = 87 ]
All right team, now that you're assembled, let's get started.
As you all know, Twiggles is taking us all to the Grand Galloping Gala this Saturday.
And thanks to a connection of mine, I know for a FACT that Princess Luna has a VERY extensive hentai collection, and we've been trying to get our hands on some featuring our more… niche fetishes. And with the Gala operating, it'll be relatively unguarded.
But unfortunately, we'll need the babby for my plan to work. Has anyone heard from her?
why dontcha check in with anon?
last i heard he's still makin fat stacks as her full time baby sitter
Heh. Wonder if that faggot is still smarting after Anon laughed at her for shitting on the floor.
So, Luna's Hentai Collection, huh? That's one helluva big heist you've got planned there…
…One more job, then.
>>165004>not everything ends in a happy ending
not everything ends in a sad ending either, and that green was just fine with the happy ending it had
Uh, this thread's only at 415 replies, we've got a good 300 more in this one.
>Day booze in Equestria
>The interesting thing about brewing something on the sly is finding somewhere to keep it.
>Not just keep it, but keep someone from finding it.
>"So, I understand the maid staff found another bucket of grape juice that had gone bad in your closet."
>Celestia sips at her tea, amusement in her eyes.
"Oh come on! I even clearly labelled this one not to be touched!"
>My hooves crossed as I frowned at the salad in front of me.
>Fucking salad didn't even have any eggs. Or cheese. Or bacon.
>It's like these ponies just don't know what a good salad is like.
>I felt something soft pat atop my head.
>Sliding my gaze over, I saw Celestia giving a tender smile as she patted with her wing, even if there was an undertone of amusement to it.
>"There there, my dearest little pony. I'm sure you'll find a way eventually."
>I gave Celestia a flat look.
"And yet, I doubt you'll do anything to actually prevent the maids from throwing my efforts out."
>"Consider it practice for eventual political talks, Emerald. Getting away with things in treaties without getting caught is a useful skill."
>My eyes narrowed.
>I felt myself magicked over and wrapped up in the princess's hooves.
>"Not anymore, my Emerald Dawn. The human known as Anonymous disappeared as mysteriously as he arrived. Truly he will be missed."
"That's kinda fucked up, Sunbutt."
>I felt a weight atop my head, accompanied with a melodious giggle.
>The rest of lunch was filled with me being fed and cuddled, much to my frustration and objections.
>And so, my mind settled to planning.
>It had been two days.
>The shadows grew longer as Celestia lowered the sun.
>Outside one of the windows of the castle, a small bottle was lowered down on some string, then secured to one of the supports of the railing on the balcony.
>I was somewhat proud of having tied the knots using only my mouth and a pair of hooves.
"They'll never find it out there…"
>With a nod, I turned to make my escape.
>My daring escape of less than 20 feet, back into the pink hell of my room.
>God I wish they'd let me change the decor.
>Mission accomplished, I flopped onto the bed.
>Apparently, just in the nick of time, as the telltale twinkling sound of magic preceded the door opening.
>Celestia just strolled right on in like she owned the place.
>Well… I guess technically she did.
>"Good evening, Emerald! Already getting ready for bed, I see."
"Geez, you solar spastic. Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"
>A melodious laugh was my only reply as she made her way to my bedside.
>"I finished my duties for the day, and decided to see what you were up to. Perhaps a nice bedtime story would help you get to sleep?"
>She looked so happy as she popped two books that, judging by the covers, were well below my reading level.
>I affixed her with a flat stare, yet her cheerful smile persisted.
"If I wanted a bedtime story, I'd read it myself. …and I seriously doubt those would keep my interest. Why don't you go pester Twilight about it? She seems like she would enjoy that kind of thing."
>"You would think so, but we stopped such things after she wrote a twenty page report pointing out the flaws in The Pony and the Pauper."
>The happiness dimmed for a moment around the princess, books dipping slightly lower in her magic.
>With a long sigh and kicking myself a bit, I sat up a little.
"Look. This is a bit short notice is all."
>I heard some kind of thump in the direction of the balcony, but I was on a roll.
"Maybe, I dunno… we could set up some time for something like this later. With better reading material, maybe? They're a bit below my age range."
>The princess smiled a bit, nodding lightly.
>She took a breath, then looked slightly puzzled as the thumping took on a more frantic pace.
>"What in Equestria is going on out there?"
"Fuck if I know."
>Celestia's chiding on my language was drowned out by a high pitched "EEEEEE! EEEEEE!" amidst the struggling.
>Just as puzzled, I climbed out of bed and walked toward the door alongside the princess.
>As she opened the doors, it revealed a dark grey pony with leathery wings and dark blue armor.
>It was currently tangled up in impressively strong string against the railing and smelled heavily of fruit and a bit of yeast.
"GOD DAMN IT!"
>I had been so certain.
>But I hadn't factored in the fucking stupidity of some ponies in my plans.
>The bat pony paused in its struggles before Celestia helped free him so he could rush back to his guard post.
>She gave a sympathetic pat on my head with a wing before turning to leave.
>"Better luck next time. Goodnight, Anonymous. Pleasant dreams."
Well, fuck. Now I don't know if I should repost in the other thread or just leave it.
Is addressed in op
Poor filly. She just wants a drink.
Devise a plan to meet up with Aryanne.
Mentally, that is. Ask her if we can snuggle.[ 1d100 = 82 ]
Is it completely necessary though? No reason we can't use this thread to celebrate.
Stop being rood. Filly is three today, she gets own thread for that much.
I'm not posting in the new thread until this one has hit 800 posts. And you cunts better not spam posts here to bring it up.
Shit. That's what I was concerned about.
Don't want to have people split between two threads.
"When you put it that way, I think a little bit of diplomacy might be a better idea than killing her. And I mean, I guess she doesn't really remember what she did in the other timeline anyways."
>"Well that's very mature of you."
"I'm still a bit scared of dealing with her again though. Do you think you could come with me, and maybe do all of the talking?"
>"That would probably be for the better. So do you want to head off now, or…?"
"Twilight. Do you remember me saying earlier about not wanting to live in a world where I can't just forget to do my homework? I feel like I need SOME kind of validation that I have some free will in this world, and being able to continue onto the next day after playing hookie would be a good sign."
>"Anon, you know you're not really playing hookie. You're 'taking a mental health day.' And what better way to improve upon your mental health than by taking a walk in the woods with a friend?"
"And where does one learn to tell bullshit like that?"
>"What bullshit? You really did try to kill yourself, did you not? Would it not be completely irresponsible to send you to school in your current mental state? Would it not be equally irresponsible to allow you into a forest with extremely dangerous creatures unaccompanied? And if you really must know, remember that I watch North Korean state-run media for a living and have to sift through all of their garbage."
"Listening to commie propaganda all day sounds gross as hell."
>"It is, now get ready to go."
I'm gonna continue on with that post a little bit later, so input is not entirely necessary.>>165158
Maybe you shouldn't post new threads when they're not needed.
I didn't post the thread…
We should do a big anniversary thing here instead of a new thread. This is just going to cause issues.
>>165119>hiding things in treaties is a useful skill to have
Its also the easiest fucking thing ever, all you do is make the line you sign on Microprint of whatever terms you want to get away with
That or get them to sign it at gunpoint
>>165115>Barely past half thread life>Creates a new one
Could ve just announced in the thread tbh>>165161>>165163
No inputs? Oh yea? Then do a flip fag (if 75 +)[ 1d100 = 30 ]
if roll is even, whistle on the walk out. if odd, hum.[ 1d100 = 5 ]
>>165157>I'm not posting in the new thread until this one has hit 800 posts. And you cunts better not spam posts here to bring it up.
wow, thats pretty petty
well im going to the new thread, enjoy this or whatever
>>165223>Abandoning the thread just because a fag made another
The other thread will probably be there when this gets to the agreed bump limit, much better get this one to said limit than just move over
This is also pretty much like making a new thread on mulp while the older has 250 posts only, its idiotic to follow that
Again, mlpol is slow enough that it will probably be there later, and even if not fuck that, im staying
Same. Don't need a new thread to celebrate, and the next thread could have been themed on the anniversary even if it's not the exact day. No need to make things complicated.
Great as always, thanks!
This right here. The other thread ain't going anywhere. Stick to one thread at a time. We don't want to be the jerks who keep spamming threads on a slow board.
This, tbh, that fag should have consulted the rest of us before just up and making a new thread.
Filly got some weird fetishes
Aside from a couple of lunches, which you pack to make sure that neither you nor Twilight have to partake in any of Daring's potentially poisoned provisions, you don't take much for your trip into the forest. From your point of view, it's only been a few days since you visited her, and you're pretty sure you know the path. Moreover, you have Twilight coming with you to be able to re-cast the spell as needed, thus preventing any unnecessary crash landings -- or falling into rabbit snares.
After only a few minutes, you head out the door together, humming the tune to Pumped up Kicks, and fly off towards the forest with a more improved flight spell on your backs. Twilight explains that she took your advice on taking more time to perfect the spell, and while she's only had a few hours extra to perfect it, she's a lot more confident about it. She is, however, not sure whether the better quality is because she researched it while properly sober, or because she cast it while sobered up. She suggests that she may need to try performing more spell research while hungover to see what the results would be; not that she's looking forward to the experience.
Along the way, you try to focus a little on your future sight to see if you can learn more about Fizzlepop's plans. It's hard for you to tell, partially because you have to keep focusing on your flying, but you do manage to catch that it's Autumn during the invasion, while it is still Winter in Equestria. This should give you at least half a year to make preparations, assuming Fizzlepop's plans aren't already being put into place.
You land right in front of Daring's house and knock on the door, this time still bearing wings. She takes a while to answer the door, to a point where you almost thought she wasn't home. When she opens the door, she is carrying a crossbow in her hooves.
>"Right, who are you cunts and what are you doing at my house? It's a bit late to be trick or treating, don't you think?"
"Relax, cunt; we're just here to talk."[ 1d100 = 34 ]
"Australia is not real. It's a hoax, made for us to believe that Britain moved over their criminals to someplace. In reality, all these criminals were loaded off the ships into the waters, drowning before they could see land ever again. It's a coverup for one of the greatest mass murders in history, made by one of the most prominent empires. Australia does not exist. All things you call "proof" are actually well-fabricated lies and documents made by the leading governments of the world. Your Australian friends? They're all actors and computer-generated personas, part of the plot to trick the world.If you think you've ever been to Australia, you're terribly wrong. The plane pilots are all in on this, and have in all actuality only flown you to islands close nearby – or in some cases, parts of South America, where they have cleared space and hired actors to act out as real Australians. Australia is one of the biggest hoaxes ever created, and you have all been tricked. Join the movement today, and make it known that they have been deceived. Make it known, that this has all just been a cover-up. The things these "Australian" says to be doing, all these swear words and actions based on alcoholism, MDMA and bad decisions, are all ways to distract you from the ugly truth that is one of the greatest genocides in history. 162,000 people were said to have been transported to this imaginary land during a mere 80 years, and they are all long dead by now. They never reached that promised land. Tell the truth. Stand up for what is right. Make sure to spread the world – Australia is not real. It's a codeword for the cold-blooded murder of more than a hundred thousand people, and it is not okay. We will not accept this.Stand up for the ones who died. Let it be known, that Australia does not exist."[ 1d100 = 26 ]
>>165354>trick or treating
Reuben, your Sepponess is showing
"We're here to install the NBN" [ 1d100 = 75 ]
He's technically not wrong, there are faggots who do trick or treating down here.
Maybe in fuckin melbourne
Happy 3rd (technically late) birthday filly.
May all of you become the filly one day.
Missed ya faggot.
This is the correct thread though:>>165114
Don't listen to >>165374
you're in the correct thread, they just jumped the gun and made a new thread before this one was through.
Because it's the fucking anniversary of the thread, that deserves its own thread regardless of post amount retard
But why though, what stops us from celebrating in this thread? What celebrations even take place to begin with? A handful of posts about it being the anniversary then posting as normal? Doesn't really warrant a new thread, to be honest.
It's people like you that are making this thread lose what made it special.
>>165382>We must have a titled anniversary thread or we won't be special anymore! All the content will disappear and we'll die!
The contentfags make the threads special, not a fucking thread subject heading.
of course the aussie is the one being the massive faggot
Can you two just fucking kiss already.
Yeah, and the one contentfag you always suck the cock of is shit.
>>165387>Uh, uhh, well you're a faggot for X
Thanks for demolishing your own argument. Lone is perfectly okay writefag, by the way.
But nowhere near as good as the mighty reuben, praise be unto the tip of his autistic cock
Don't you think you're letting this get a little bit personal? Did some other australian get under your skin in the past? Go take a break, you're getting balls to the wall pissed off over something that doesn't even matter in the grand scheme of things.
Shit like this is part of why I prefer to remain anonymous when posting my scribblings.
Sure, it makes it difficult to get the metaphorical headpats of folks saying they like my work (the known fuel of content fags), but it also avoids most dick waving contests.
"You're a guy from Australia and we're a couple 'a Burgers here to discuss the fact that none of us are actually ponies and none of us are from whatever horse-related pun name they've come up for this messed up planet." [ 1d100 = 92 ]
This. I don't like dick-waving. I'd rather just be anonymous when making stuff like this.
Boosting this, if it's not too late… [ 1d100 = 83 ]
Can we just let twilight do the talking?[ 1d100 = 22 ]
Looks like Lone took a side too>>165395
Good for him, im staying
Seriously not to shit on the thread more than yall alreadly did, but yall are tapping the fag(OP) on the back for a shit behaviour
Yes, it was the b-day, but could just as well have been celebrated on this thread and then have a nod to it on the new op
>image is literally me about all this
F any decency and culture this thread ever had, we literally nu-filly now
If you want to turn around and go to the new thread then do it, no one is stopping you, but dont expect people to follow you because you keep shilling it
I wasn't shilling, just pointing it out.
Thanks for telling us the difference, satan.
"Look, I know this may come as hard to believe, but Australia is not real. It's a hoax, made for us to believe that Britain moved over their criminals to someplace. In reality, all these criminals were loaded off the ships into the waters, drowning before they co-"
Twilight shoves a hoof over your mouth before you can finish your spiel.
>"Let's cut the crap. You're from Earth, right? Australia, I'm guessing?"
Daring rolls her eyes and responds with as much sarcasm as she can muster.
>"No, I'm a fucking Kiwi. What do you think?"
>"I think New Zealanders are usually a bit nicer, and you're not living out here in the middle of a dangerous forest full of timberwolves and cockatrices for your own protection, now are you?"
She lowers her crossbow.
>"What are you on?"
>"Did you ever do anything bad back on Earth? Anything that you really regret?"
Daring raises an eye and clutches onto her weapon tighter.
>"If you're here to take me back, I'm not going. I served my time, let me live in peace."
>"So you ARE a criminal. Well, good to know that the fate of this world rests in the hooves of a criminal, a teenager, a street musician, a college dropout, an old lady, and me. What are we, the breakfast club?"
>"Fate of this world?"
. . .
The world around you disappears and you find yourself in another pony's body. It doesn't take long to tell from your red hooves that this is Fizzlepop. It is the middle of the night, and she is sneaking her way through the castle halls. She approaches Celestia's bedchambers and opens the door. Immediately, a magical alarm is triggered, echoing throughout the entire castle. Though the princess wakes up, she is not able to react in time before Fizzlepop tosses a magical orb at her, instantly turning her to stone. She then descends out the window using a grappling hook and runs off into the freshly fallen snow.
. . .
You are now the filly again. What do you do?
discreetly try to grab Twi's attention, drag her out of earshot when we get it, and proceed to calmly inform her of our new revelation. feel free to leave out "discretely" and "calmly".[ 1d100 = 48 ]
Say nothing, we can use the assassination of sunbutt to our advantage to allow Equestria to fly the Iron Alicorn [ 1d100 = 26 ]
Rush to Canterlot so we can steal the new Celestia statue and do lewd things to it.
Fucking meme ro- wait its email
Roll for email rolls dont count [ 1d100 = 33 ]
I have locked thread >>165114
until this thread hits bump limit. Once this one hits bump limit please ping me and I will unlock+cycle the other thread.
I never learned how to do the non-email rolls.
Not the only thing that's hard
Remove the *
I know a lot of people got pretty worked up over this whole thing, but I hope we can all come back together and put this behind us. Our anniversary is something to be happy about, not bickering over. We got a thread dedicated to it, and that thread will be there for us when it's time.
You all are great, and I'm glad to be here with you.
Isn't it still spring or something though?>>165673
Give DD a quick rundown plus add your new vision. If she tries to refuse to help, tell her she can have the castle of the two sisters when you're done. [ 1d100 = 52 ]
Here's a proper roll for >>165678
then.[ 1d100 = 23 ]
oof. better luck next time? [ 1d100 = 87 ]
Maybe we can graffiti Sunbutt's statue later on or something.
I dont see why this >>165678
cant be a proper roll, it rolled a fair dice after all, it just shows differently>>165673
Grab Twilight and run the fuck away from Daring to the station>>165693>Luna comes to Anonfilly dreams to wish her a good birthday>She has too much work to do so personally so this is the best option>As soon she materializes in the dream she can hear two entities shouting one at another>Rushing over she finds Anonfilly face to face with another Anonfilly REEing loudly>The sight confuses the elder mare slightly, but neither of the fillies seem to be giving any sign of losing their breath or to be stopping anytime soon>She stands there watching both of them, until she decided that she had enough and should do something about it>That REEing was definetly going to become a migraine in the morning as well if it went on for any longer…
"BEGONE NIGHTMARE!">A white light washes over the dream as Luna dissipates the dream around her and the filly>Now lying in a white void, she walks over to Anon and lifts her up in her forelegs
"Now, now, dont worry, auntie Luna is here, you re safe now and that nightmare wont hurt you any longer">"Wait, you did that?"
"Why yes i did, also i came here to-">"Fuck you"
"I…beg your pardon?">"Fuck you, i was going to prove her that i was right and you fucking old hag just came around and decided to fuck with it, i swear you should-">Anonfilly couldnt continue as her mouth was closed with magic
"Listen closely little filly, if you use a single bad word, only one more, i wont be responsible for my acts">With that she dropped the filly on the ground unceremoniously>Sitting straight in her regal pose she waiting for the filly to recompose from the fall
"So, you were saying">There was no venom in her voice, but a promise of a very painful end if she tried anything>"…Pee on my mouth, please?">One of the princess eyes twitched, before she facehoofed>With a shake of her head she turned around and prepared to leave
"Twilight will be told about this little filly, such behaviour shall not be tolerated">Anonfilly hung her head defeated, as a new dream started to form
"And i came around to wish you happy birthday my little filly, have a good night">"Its not actually my fucking birthday, why does every one keeps saying that? REEEE">And then Anon woke up, feeling as if his body had been shattered into infinitesimal pieces>All she remembered was a blue beam from Luna's horn before waking up>So she made a note to never cross the blue princess ever again
We need a fucking helicopter, that commie is gonna fucking die. [ 1d100 = 23 ]
Alright, I've stopped being so much of a lazy ass, so I now have a new update for you all and will hopefully have another next thread!
>Where we last left Anon, he learned that Twilight now has everything necessary to send him home
>This revelation made him have a miniature panic attack, but Twi reminded him that he has time to make a decision about it due to him having a broken nose and transformation spells not working well with those
>Armed with this knowledge and tasked with making the biggest decision of his life, we rejoin Anon and Twilight as they get some food
>Through lunch and even on into the afternoon, this question remains firm in your mind and you think long and hard about the pros and cons of both sides
>However, the longer you think the more you worry that you would make a mistake with whatever you chose
>Contrary to what you told Twilight all that time ago, you didn't have many friends where you came from
>You preferred to spend your time at home and on your computer, where you frequented imageboards and other locales where you could hide yourself behind a fake name or even near-complete anonymity
>Sure, the people you interacted with on those sites you called your friends, but would they really notice your disappearance?
>However, you knew who WOULD notice your disappearance, and who no-doubt has by now
>The people who raised you from birth, put you through school, and put up with your shit no matter what
>Would it really be fair to them to just drop out of the world entirely, never to return?
>Would it be fair to all the friends you have now, especially after all you've done with and for them, to just leave them?
>It would be especially rude to Emerald, seeing as how you're quite possibly her only friend
>All that trust she put into you, all that she (and Chrysalis) did to make you feel welcome in the hive, would the best way to reward that really be to cut off all contact with her?
>No, it wouldn't!
>Eventually, you get so wrapped up in thought that Twilight has to physically drag you to your room after you started to fall alseep on a couch
>Maybe Luna could help you figure out what to do?
>In hopes that your new idea pays off, you calm your mind down to fall asleep faster
>. . .
>When you finally fall into that sweet spot of sleep where your dreams can take shape, you notice something prominent about it
>It seems that every wall of the otherwise fairly small room is covered in pictures, clippings of text, red string, and pins holding it all together
>Upon closer inspection, each picture and blurb of text is somehow related to a memory of yours and the decision you have to make
>Unfortunately, not even your subconscious is able to help you with it since both sides of the argument are relatively balanced
>In the end, you decide to just summon in a couple of chairs and wait for Luna anyway
>After a few more moments, your patience is rewarded as she appears in the chair that you aren't currently occupying
>She takes a moment to look around the room and work out the surroundings before turning to you and speaking
>"What's with the red string and newspaper clippings? It looks like there's some organization, but I can't follow it all when it stretches around the entire room."
"Well, to explain that, I'm going to have to tell you about today."
>"We have all night, go ahead."
>You begin recalling the day's events to Luna, skipping over the non-essential bits like school, and observing her reaction as you go on
>Her expression doesn't change much throughout your explanation, but she does nod a few times at certain parts
>Once you're finished with telling her everything, you decide to finish it all off with one last statement
"Now that you know what's going on, can you help me with this decision?"
>Luna shakes her head before putting a hoof on your shoulder and voicing her response
>"Though it is a hard decision to make, I can't help you make it. I don't know your life like you do, so I wouldn't be able to weigh the options properly. The best I can do is to offer support for whichever you decide to choose."
>You sigh as the full weight of this dilemma collapses around you, no longer supported by any but yourself
>This is all on you
>Whichever you choose, family or friends, it will be you who has to choose it
>You feel yourself slump down further into the chair as your train of thought kicks back in with renewed vigor, desperately trying to find some flaw in one side or the other that will give you your answer>However, as soon as it starts, it's stopped by Luna getting up and walking in front of you>As you lift your head to match her gaze, she starts talking>"Don't worry yourself too much, you'll just think that you made the wrong decision and end up punishing yourself for it. No matter what, everything will turn out as it should; I'm 100% sure of that."
"But what if I do end up making the wrong choice? This is my entire life we're talking about, not what I should eat for lunch!">"The only wrong decision you could make here is how to approach this, and you've already done that. Would you like to know how I know everything will be fine?">That has to be bait>Then again, you've always enjoyed taking bait>Plus, this could actually end up helping you somehow>You sit up straighter and cross your arms in a show of skepticism before responding
"Alright, I'll bite. How do you know?">Luna sits back in her chair before beginning to explain her thoughts>"How long have you been here so far?"
"About a month, I think.">"About a month? Then you've already set yourself up well here if you decide to stay, and your family's already well on the path to accepting your disappearance. Also, your time spent here is still short enough to go back and most likely resume your life should you choose to leave."
"Alright, so what happens to everyone here that I've already made friends with?">"If they know what's going to happen, then I'm certain that they won't hold going back to your family against you. It'll be sad for a while, and I might have to find some other way to spend my free time, but none of that will be permanent.">Luna then gives you a warm smile and waits for your response>While her words of encouragement haven't helped much on their own, it's at least convinced you to slow down on the anxious thinking>Also, like Twilight said, you've got time!>You don't have to immediately make this decision, it won't make it happen any faster>You uncross your arms and give Luna a smile in return before speaking
"You got me. I'm still pretty concerned about this whole thing, but I'll try to worry less about it and I won't overthink it.">Luna shrugs after hearing what you say, but continues to smile, nonetheless>"Does that mean that you're not going to freak out about it anymore?"
"It's not a guarantee, but I'll remember what you said if it ever happens again.">With all the important stuff out of the way, you decide to switch the dreamscape over to something more interesting>In a new and more interesting place, you and Luna spend the rest of the dream having fun>. . .>Your morning starts off fairly normal, and everything goes as you expect up until Ms. Cheerilee gets to the morning's announcements>You tune out most of it to keep thinking about your upcoming choice, but something she says catches your interest>"… And there will also be a field trip next week where we will be traveling to Canterlot. While we're there, we will tour the royal castle and even be able to observe history being made!">The rest of the class seemed fairly bored too, but they all soon matched your level of attention at the mention of history making>A filly somewhere between you and the left wall raises her hoof like she has a question and Cheerilee calls on her>"What do you mean by 'history being made'?"
>Cheerilee responds almost immediately after the filly finishes her question, like she expected such a question to be asked>that filly just got baited>"I'm glad you asked! If you haven't heard from your parents already, something happened in Canterlot recently between Princess Celestia and Queen Chrysalis of the changelings that has resulted in a new peace treaty being signed, so I decided to move up the yearly trip to Canterlot to next week so we could see the public presentation.">Wow, you got to mediate the negotiations and now you get the opportunity to see it finished?>Maybe you wouldn't be so terrible in politics>You make a mental note to tell Twilight about this before taking your morning nap as Cheerilee moves on in the announcements>Your nap is uneventful and dreamless (for once), and you wake up when the bell rings for recess>Recess is pretty boring as well without Emerald around, so you spend most of it looking around and watching the various birds that stop by and pretending not to notice when other foals occasionally come within 10 feet of you>The rest of it, you spend watching passersby who are going about their daily business as adults>When the bell rings, you head back inside and go back to thinking about your predicament in a much more calm and collected way>As you ponder the situation further and piece together a fuzzy idea of what you should do, history rolls around and you're forced to pay attention to class again>It's a fairly boring lesson about nothing that special, some historical figure does something mildly interesting that in almost no way affects you or anyone else in the room but is still important>You take notes and do all that other stuff that you need to to remember it for a future test and then go back to what you were thinking about>Now, where were you?>Oh, right, still just about where you were when you started>This isn't getting any easier to figure out and you're not getting any further from the fateful day, but you still have plenty of time>You're also starting to feel the telltale signs of stress creeping up on you, so you decide to stop thinking about your decision for now and think about the recent news>You're definitely telling Twilight about the field trip and asking her to go, you always like getting to see your handiwork appreciated>You also can't see any reason why she wouldn't let you go>She may have to go herself, though, so you may be going whether you like it or not>Does Twilight even hold the political power necessary to force her presence at the event?>All these thoughts filter through your mind one after another as you continue to sit at your desk and lazily pen down whatever goes on the board up until the lunch bell rings and you're snapped out of your stupor>You filter outside with your lunch in tow and your mind still full of thoughts>Your lunch goes down slowly as you spend your time watching the world around you, but it's still completely gone before the bell rings to go back inside>After all that's over and you're back inside, you rip through whatever writing tasks Cheerilee has for the class so you can go back to something that you have been severely neglecting>You pull out the most recent piece of paper detailing your events here, scanning it to refresh you on where you left off, before resuming your self-imposed assignment>You rip through it as fast as your hoof can move, putting down day after day of information through hoof cramps and broken pencils>Eventually, about the time when you started writing down bits about the train ride to the diplomatic meeting, the bell rings for you to go home>You pack up your stuff and walk out the door, collecting your thoughts and feelings about what you've done and heard today, and walk back to the shining castle at the edge of town
And as always, tell me how I fucked up so I can fix it for the future. Happy birthday filly!
Kek, nice story>>165720
Great to see you again!
Yeah. I see how it is…I guess my roll doesn't count…It's okay…I d-didn't even want to win…
I'm just gonna…y-you know…d-d-do stuff…
Shit… that sucks.Please no hurting yourself, filly
Faggot buying the life size filly here. Guy was on vacation and went to Bronycon, hoping I'll finally get some fuckin pics to share with you all.
Sweet, looking forward to it!
Alright, it's the guy who was saying you could improve on a few things one or two threads ago. The main thing I would go for would be the whole 'tell don't show' sort of attitude you're going for. While it works well to get information across, it makes the world not feel as vibrant. You're in Equestria, give us some scenery! As the fag in the Flutterrape thread said, the time of a reader is earned. Though you certainly have a lot of dedication, really think about what sets your story apart from Lone, ass and the rest. It's good to see you back, but I hope you'll take some of my words to heart.
b-but what about the butt mark
there are no cutie marks under da sea
>Another boring day.
>Well, of fucking course it is, it's school.
>When has that EVER been exciting for you?
>You sigh and shut your eyes for a few seconds, adjusting your head on your hoof.
>"Alright, and now that we're done with math for today, let's move on to history!"
>Oh fuck yeah.
>The only thing you actually enjoy about being in this shitty place.
>A chance to get that deepest lore, to know the ins and outs of horseland!
>The only fucking thing you look forward to, because it's what you don't know.
>Giving your wings a little stretch, you pick up a pencil in one of them, before your ears pick up a sound other than Cheerilee nearby.
>Your ear subtly but probably-not-so-subtly perks off to the side.
>"Mmm, man, when we get to lunch time, I'm going to do so many lewd things to you…"
>Wings staying a bit straight, you casually look over to your side.
>Two other fillies are sitting next to each other, desks closer than they should be.
>One's got her hoof under the desk.
>"Oooh, like what?"
>"Oh filly, you don't even know~ First, maybe I'll start off with holding your hooves…"
>"Maybe a bit of heavy petting, some massages of that plush flank of yours, a bit of saliva mixing~"
>Your other ear perks up.
>"No, see I hate when people draw the shit like that. The shell doesn't fucking stick to the bullet when it fires, that's goddamned stupid! It's the fucking end of it that's fired, not the whole thing, it's like fucking eating a banana without peeling it."
>"Well how the hell was I supposed to know?"
>"You're the fucking drawfag-"
>"-The britcuck one though."
>"-Oh, well that makes fuckin sense."
>Someone taps one of your wings.
>"Ey, can you keep those things extended? I'm trying to finish this game, here."
>Glancing back you see this unicorn faggot with a Gameboy in her magical grasp.
>"No, it's a Gameboy you nog."
>Turning back around, you quickly notice other conversations in the class.
>"I'm just saying, it'd be really easy to make beer here. We just need to find the right plants and make the right tools."
>"Yeah but how the fuck are we gonna get that past Twiggles?"
>"Do you think it'd be hard to build a gun here?"
>"Probably, but with magic and shit, who knows? Could definitely make a kickass sword though."
>"Oh shit, I didn't think of that! Duuude, that would be siiick."
>As the other conversations in the class are made known by the other fillies, it just grows louder in volume.
>Cheerilee stops her lecture and turns around, watching everyone talk and do their own thing with a blank expression on her face.
>Her eyes slowly move to you.
>And without saying a word, you both get the same message.
>Your look changes into one of sympathy, and she just slowly shakes her head.
>Spitting her chalk out, she ignores all the talking Anons and dips into her desk, coming out with a flask of who-knows-what in her teeth.
>As she pours, you sigh.
>Yup, another boring day.
>>165842>Teaching a class full of Anonfillies
Thanks for not giving a shit about my green just because it was posted in the other thread. Feels great.>>164842
"I didn't have nearly as many hospital visits on Earth as I have here. Bad may be a bit of an understatement, but I'd be pretty well fucked without you here. I'm happy for that much.">"Yeah, I am pretty great.">She poofs a fake pair of devil's horns into existence on her ears before laughing herself off.>"Well, I'd be lying if I told you I knew everything or even if I told you I knew what the fuck was going on here. If I had taken out that golem I might know more by now…">For a few minutes there's only the sound of sloshing water and hooves at work.>"I… I'll leave those parts to you.">You feel your cheeks warm up, but you oblige.
"Alright, done.">"You want me to do your mane and tail?"
"Actually yes, I've been having some issues with this damned ass rope.">"I had some trouble cleaning my tail as well when I was your age. The trick to cleaning it is to use the side of the tub to get the mass spread, and then to work at building up a good lather with the mane and tail shampoo. I know I used strawberry for your coat, but you can have me use raspberry for it if you want to."
"Variety isn't a bad thing.">You watch as Twilight demonstrates what she just described.>"There's also a technique to the mane. I don't know how you're used to doing it with digits, but you need to massage the scalp in an outward motion with your frogs. Sort of cup the suds between your two hooves as you get off of the head and into the rest of the mane… you think you've got that?"
"I think so…">"I can show you a few more times if need be, maybe grab a hoof mirror so you can see what I'm doing better.">She does just that as she gets to work on your mane, only taking a few minutes to finish up.>"And now the fun part.">You gasp as you're quickly lifted out of the tub and aggressively toweled off from all directions, leaving your coat, mane and tail a complete mess.>You glance at Twilight angrily as she alternates between losing her shit laughing at you and telling you how cute you look.>You don't really enjoy either.>"Alright, alright. Would you prefer to hold your own with those markings tonight or sleep with me?">Input action.
With all the shit that's been going on recently, it might be best to stay with her for the time being.Rolled a 6
You tug rather abruptly on Twilight's shoulder, interrupting her brief explanation of the future to come. As soon as you have her attention, you whisper into her ear.
"Hey Twi, we need to get to Canterlot, and fast. Celestia's in danger."
You're pretty sure you won't make it in time. The train to Canterlot leaves in the morning, and it only runs once a day. It should have already left by now. But if Fizzlepop does indeed come in the night, it might be nice to take the petrified princess as a keepsake to adorn your room… and perhaps to use her ear as a dildo when Twilight isn't looking.
>"If you could excuse us for a second, Daring."
Twilight pulls you off to a spot behind the shed where Daring won't try to eavesdrop, and casts the privacy spell you remember from the Celestia loop.
>"So what's going on and how much time do we have?"
We're a strong independent filly who doesn't need anyone else[ 1d100 = 24 ]>>165898
"Commie's gonna turn Celestia into a lawn ornament, and all I know is it happens at night."[ 1d100 = 46 ]
Better safe than sorry, a night alone's not worth another burn on your ass. [ 1d100 = 30 ]
Sleep with Twiggy nonsexually. [ 1d100 = 39 ]
Just sleep with Twilight. Act all tsundere about it, though.[ 1d100 = 43 ]
Boosting the second prompt. Also make it a point to send a letter via Spike once we get home to tell Celestia about the situation. As much as we'd like a Princess-branded garden gnome to keep around the house, it's probably for the best she doesn't get stoned. [ 1d100 = 9 ]
Go to beb, your beb, alone, then complain about the cold[ 1d100 = 44 ]
Where is Starlight in all this by the way? Here s a second roll to stay with Twilight and get an answer
In character the question could be something like "So have you ever shared this castle with any other pony besides me?", since we wouldnt know who Starlight is yet[ 1d100 = 79 ]
Boostang[ 1d100 = 33 ]
I have a tendency to do the same, but I call it Perfect posture.
It had better be >pic related
So fillies, what game would be in your cartridge slot?There are only 20 possible good answers. Mine would be Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
One of the pokemon games, definitely
Sonic Advance 2. Best Sonic portable game, by far.
Boosting this and add that you saw what seemed to be freshly fallen snow in the vision. [ 1d100 = 28 ]
We have all the way until winter so it's nothing urgent. Plenty of time to get to know our neighbors better.[ 1d100 = 75 ]>>165891
If we die in our sleep, it is best to do so with the one being who cares most about us here.[ 1d100 = 20 ]
I had an idea on how you can act less like a perpetually-circlejerking 4/mlp general and more like a part of the site.
Crossovers! Make art and green of other board OCs with Anonfilly. Just something for the thread to contribute to the site besides being here.
I like this idea.
He also made a thread.>>>/sp/4376
You can also tell others to start acting more like they want to be the filly rather than wanting to be with the filly.
"Buck E.-">"And NO Buck E. Cheese.">You slouch lower into the booth, crossing your hooves against your chest>What else was there to do in this low-tech dystopia?>You were tired from a long day of watching Twilight work>Maybe you could make her work a bit more
"I''d like to go flying."
>>166012>"Anon, flying for an Earth Pony is impossible." she said dismissively>You doubted that, what with magic hax
"C'mon Twilight, it's my dream.">"Besides, flying isn't safe for a little filly, unless you want to hover a foot above the ground."
"Why'd you have to make me a mu- Earth Pony anyway?">She looks away from you,gazing out the window>"…No reason.">…>"Tell you what, I'll carry you around for a short flight. Deal?">You weren't going to get anything better than that >You didn't exactly have a lot of bargaining power.
"Alright, deal." you sighed
>>166013>You sat astride Twilight outside the diner, ignoring the urge to say "Giddyup">"Are you ready?" she asks, turning her head to look at you
"Yep." you answered, fear rising relative to your excitement>"Alright, hold on.">What do you think I'm doing bitch?>Twilight begins flapping her wings gently, taking off vertically>At about 10 feet she switches to a forward velocity with an upward angle>You clutch tighter to her neck as she accelerates, capping out at 15 mph and circling over Fillydelphia at a few hundred feet (Eurocucks GTFO)>This was a revolutionary moment for you >The gentle woosh you felt in your oversized ears was one of the most beautiful things you had ever heard>The feel of the wind blowing across your fur and through your mane>The moon lighting the lantern-illuminated town below, with ponies the size of mice>"Having fun Anon?"
"Yeah!" you answered back, knowing that she'd do this more often with your verbal excitement>You felt so free up here, unbounded by gravity>Even if you weren't going very fast, you wanted this.>Fuck being an earth pony, if Twiggles can get wings so can you>…But why stop there?
mario and luigi superstar saga, probably
You know. Yours and eat crabs' are the greens that I have read the most of. I have beeen thinking about doing a dramatical reading of yours. It might happen in the future. No promises though.
I do read thing out aloud and record it for fun. I don't share it online. I think I am okay but I there are still words that I don't know how to pronounce correctly.
more green from the green master!
Donkey Kong Country
Alright, I'll work on that. Would you mind terribly pointing out some examples so I know what to look for and avoid?
Babby's trying to pull some shit
here, ain't she?
She's pretending to be older. Even painted on a cutie mark.
Aaand ya blew it.>>166014
Great update, but I'm sure you've learned never to make your story open-ended again for obvious reasons.
Not quite sure what you mean by that.
In case there was any confusion, what I meant with that last sentence was that I wanted to end on a minor cliffhanger, not that I wasn't planning ahead.
Ah, my apologies then.
Filly playing a Gameboy
Nun filly taking a vow of chastity.
blending in with the culture of the rest of /mlpol/.
Boomer Filly trying to reconnect with their Boomer past.
"Well, all I know is that it's happening at night, and that the commie is gonna turn Celestia into a lawn ornament. I'm pretty sure we have all the way until winter to wait for it, so it should be immediately urgent, but I thought you'd want to know."
>"The current winter we're in, or next winter?"
"There was snow on the ground, and I'm pretty sure it's getting close to spring. It hasn't been feeling THAT cold lately."
>"Canterlot's a pretty cold place, you know. It could be happening soon."
"Well shit, now what do we do, take the next train to Canterlot?"
>"That would be tomorrow, and it's probably not wise. We could be putting ourselves in danger."
"Hrm… I suppose we could always use Spike to send a message when we get home, and in the mean time try to get to know our neighbor here better."
>"Okay, Spike it is. And I suppose 'neighbor' might be better than 'friend' for now."
She drops the spell and makes her way back to Daring, who has taken to playing a didgeridoo while she was waiting.
"Where the hell did you get that?"
>"Oh this? A little pink pony with a poofy mane gave it to me late last night. Said she just got done stopping a parasprite invasion of the Castle of the Two Sisters and didn't need it anymore. Thought I might like to have it. Don't know who she was, but I guess she just sort of 'got' me."
"…Yup, that's Pinkie. Did she do the thing where she pulled it out of the pocket dimension in her mane?" [ 1d100 = 9 ]
Okay, what the fuck, what's up with me and rolling 9s?
Filly converting ponies to cristianity by force
Nein! This is how you roll! [ 1d100 = 35 ]
Nice dubs but this is the proper technique.[ 1d100 = 51 ]
Both of you suck, watch this![ 1d100 = 72 ]
This isn't even my final form! [ 1d100 = 21 ]
Because she's (You).
"That pink pony is an alien infiltrator on this world. If you see her again tie her up until we come back."[ 1d100 = 5 ]
Boost. [ 1d100 = 61 ]
Very good, but there's an error in your fourth image, filly isn't sleeping with her momfu.>>166146
How about screenshots of Anonfilly in retro game hacks like Ponyvania for example?
Should have been born a unicorn.
"Pink pony, poofy mane? Sounds like Pinkie. Did she pull that instrument out of a pocket dimension in her mane?"
>"Nope. She was carrying it when she came to my door. And what sort of pocket dimension are we talking about anyways?"
"She's an alien infiltrator. Has a few superpowers. If you see her, do me a solid and tie her up until we come back."
Twilight taps you on the back, and as you turn to see her, you find her shrugging with a face that asks what the hell is wrong with you.
"What? She's a slippery one. You can never tell when you're going to find her next."
She sighs and turns her attention to Daring.
>"No funny business with her, alright? Just, you know, keep an eye on Pinkie, will you?"
>"I suppose I could. Not sure what I stand to gain though. Is she dangerous? I mean, she seemed friendly enough, but she could easily become annoying if I had to keep her in my house without so much as a gag in her mouth."
Ha, that's great. Thanks
9001 RUBLES FOR MEW? THE HUNT IS ON!
Sit the Aussie down and regale them of all the tales known to us of why Pinkie is and will always be Pinkie. [ 1d100 = 25 ]
There is nothing wrong with being orange.
Give her a rotating kaleidoscope and she'll be hypnotized for hours. She also lives on pure sugar.[ 1d100 = 8 ]
I want to be the filly and hold hooves
with another filly
kek, thanks anon
how about a loop of her riding twilight?
>"Breakfast in five, get up, NOW!"
>Your eyes slowly creak open, revealing the metal supports of the bunk above you.
>What an amazing sight.
>With a sigh, you move your aching body, sitting up and resting on the edge of your bed.
>Noise fills your ears and rings all around you, other fillies rushing to get ready and pretty themselves and shit.
>You don't give a shit anymore, help's not coming, nor will it ever.
>Not for you, anyways.
>Your ears droop a bit lower, your messy black mane hanging over your face as you yawn.
>Your mind pushes you off the shitty spring mattress and onto the ground, and your autopilot kicks in, driving you towards the mess hall.
>Ignoring all of the other fillies around you, you simply walk your messy ass on and out.
>Your mind wanders, but feels blank.
>You just think about waking up.
>About how fucking shit you feel, how you always feel like this, and probably always will.
>Never were a morning person.
>You're sure that spark in your eye's been gone for a long time.
>Hell, just like a lot of other fillies here.
>Though some still hope, you just don't see the point in it anymore.
>As you enter the mess hall and slide your tray across the line, that's all your mind focuses on.
>So what, you get picked, and then?
>Nobody's going to pick your ass for any good reason, and then that's when you'd be hoping you were back here or just dead.
>…Makes you wonder what the first fillies are doing now, where they ended up.
>Hell, maybe some are dead, it certainly wouldn't surprise you.
>But you wish it would.
>The next thing you know, you're staring at your pile of mush, served with bread and milk.
>You're seated in your normal spot in the middle of a row, because all the filly cliques take the edges.
>You glance over at them, expressions ranging from depressed, to nervous, to that borderline psychotic that'll fuck you up if you so much as look at them wrong.
>Makes you miss the times in the beginning.
>Though you were all more naive then, it was worth it to have a smile on your face, ignorance is bliss and all that.
>When you all huddled up as a group- hell, when you WERE a group.
>Before it all presented itself as a competition, a filly-eat-filly world.
>And of course, as the months dragged on, so did the competition.
>The fillies who'd just given up, the friends, the fillies that'd do anything to get out of here, it all formed pretty quickly after that.
>Though you never really stuck to a group.
>Of course not, you were never a great conversationalist.
>Never had much to say, listening and observing other conversations was easier to you.
>Well, not that it did much good, anyways…
>You mindlessly chew on the bread in your hooves while your thoughts wander.
>You wonder what kind of filly you would've been, if you ever got chosen.
>Way in the beginning, when there were actually anons to your fillies.
>Not that you would've ever gotten picked, anyways.
>There's fillies here a lot cuter than you, a lot more talented.
>Hell, the contentfags were the first ones to be picked, though you guess everyone would pick an alicorn first.
>Practically gone as quick as they came, just leaving you all "common fillies" here to struggle and compete for freedom.
>It's been… what, a year, since the last one left?
>Since that last faggot left and divided everybody, fillies without leadership and no reason to take the reigns.
>Heh, kinda like the thread, they were the bastards that held everything together…
>Your eyes refocus, and you turn your head to another filly.
>Growing that chest fluff to stand out, huh?
>"…Y-you gonna eat that stuff? You could have my bread for it."
>Without a word, you slide the tray over to her, and she tosses a piece of bread at you with a flick of her wing.
>It's nice that there aren't really many fights, despite the looks of some.
>You figured the need to escape this hell would bring everyone together, or hell, even come together in hate of the fillies that went first.
>In the beginning you thought it'd all be fine, because even if you were in a hellish orphanage, taken out one by one… you had each other.
>But then you have the old and newfags, the nogs with the opposing fetishes, so on and so forth.
>And now you're all just different, both in shades of green and hopes and dreams.
>But where does it end?
>Where does it end…
>You get a rough tap on your head.
>Spinning around, you meet none other than the head mare herself.
>"You've got a talk."
>The words ring in your head, and your muzzle scrunches in confusion.
>…YOU, have a talk?
>Getting the feeling of being watched, you glance around to see every Anon looking at you, with a wide range of emotions, from pity to envy, to just flat out pissed off.
>You get your head knocked with a hoof.
>"Well? Let's get a move on!"
>She drags you by your ear with her magic, pulling you from your breakfast and dragging you down all the hallways.
>Thoughts buzz around in your head, more violent than ever and surely doing a great job at waking you up.
>What kind of fate are you doomed to?
>Are you gonna get killed, end up a slave?
>A made, or a cocksock to some sick bastard made of money?
>As the interview room opens, all your thoughts are thrown out the window in an instant.
>Because the last thing you expected to see was another human Anon.
dunno what this is or why i wrote it, or if i'll continue
but enjoy or some shit
Good start, please continue
"Mate, we're talking about an epic-level prankster who does not feel obligated to obey the laws of physics, or logic for that matter, despite appearing as an ordinary pony nine tenths of the time."
>"Epic level you say? How good is she of an escape artist?"
"I don't even know."
>"Okay, let me rephrase that. Do I need to watch my asshole?"
"Daring… Pinkie Pie is not for sexual. Listen to Twilight, no funny business."
>"Hey, I'm just worried about my end."
"Well, in all likelihood, she's going to throw a big party at your house with lots of balloons and streamers, and invite the entire neighborhood in."
>"And you want me to keep her willingly?"
"Well, I mean… you could always just give her a rotating kaleidoscope or something. That'll keep her occupied for hours. I'd avoid sugar though. She will literally bounce off of your walls like she's made of flubber."
>"Hmm… well I don't have a kaleidoscope, but I might be able to make a makeshift fidget spinner, will that work?"
>"So what is she, autistic?"
You are suddenly interrupted by Pinkie Pie's face appearing upside down in front of you, as if she was hanging from something. When you try to find out what that was, she is standing right-side up. You are not sure if your mind is playing tricks on you, or if this is just normal behavior.^"Hey guys, what'cha doing?"
Walk off into the woods until something eats us.[ 1d100 = 3 ]
Tell her we figured out the time loop [ 1d100 = 7 ]
Is she in a trenchcoat?
Act like this is completely normal. [ 1d100 = 79 ]
What's that vague outline of a pony in the background?>>166338
Introduce Pinkie to our new friend and then ask her privately how her part of the time loop went.[ 1d100 = 46 ]
Cute beb filly>>166392
Kek, good find
It's good shit>>166338>>166355
Completely normal. [ 1d100 = 23 ]
I want to ride that filly.
>>166400>tfw it's artificial insemination.>tfw muh fetish>tfw Smoldix caters to it.>Muh dick
What a time to be alive.
Clearly your mind isn't playing tricks on you. This is Pinkie Pie we are talking about. Obviously, she must have did a backflip off of her extraordinarily springy tail, slowed her head-first descent into the ground via normal cartoon physics just long enough to appear to be hanging from the sky, and then landed on her feet. Sure, we'll say that's what's happened.
"Oh hey Pinkie. Nothing much, just you know, solved the time loop."^"You did?"
"I mean, we're not in a time loop anymore, right?"^"Well of course not! It's just that-"
Twilight clears her throat loudly to the attention of all.
>"If I recall correctly, I'm the one who thought up that you needed to do your homework to fix the loop."^"Was that all it took?"
"I don't see why it wouldn't. I mean, I went to school normally and did all of my homework for the first time in the loop, and then lo and behold, I'm out of the loop."^"Oh, well that's a relief. I thought it was because I had stopped a bunch of genetically modified parasprites from trying to eat some magic jewelry. At least I know if I had failed that, I wouldn't have had to repeat the loop again. By the way, do you have a clone? Because I saw somepony who looked like you limping away from the castle."
excuse me what?[ 1d100 = 89 ]
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And with that I sleep.
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"Changeling? Changeling." [ 1d100 = 17 ]