No.188317[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: >>185635
Threadly reminder filly is not for sexual
Threadly reminder that (you) are the filly.
FILLY IS HUG NOT FUG!
this is true actually
we havent even rejoiced in the fact we can post all the lewd fillies!>>188332
are you sure about that? these fillies look pretty for sexual
well duh anon
but many fillies make the hivemind
does that mean i can't lust after my fellow filly?i-it's not that gay, right?
If they are a hivemind then it’s a “single” conscience right? So… you should be in the clear unless you literally love yourself.
>>188347>Fillies pair up for comfy bedtime cuddles
I want thisThe bottom filly's forelegs should start a lot higher up on her body.
Thanks, noted for next time :)
Why is ther a bunch of simple trivia and the a random algebra equation in the middle
This. It just makes you autistic.
"Usually with my hooves, but sometimes with my mouth if I need to pick something up with better dexterity than hooves can do."[ 1d100 = 11 ]
Twilight wants to send Anon to school, but he protested saying that he already knows everything because of being an adult and watching the show. Purple decided to compromise and made a series of progressively harder pop quizzes. Each quiz Anon passed was another grade he could skip. This was the kindergarten quiz.
Was there a potty-training
Is the equation even solvable without something like Woflram Alpha?
Should be with a standard graphing calculator, I think
You could do it by hand, but it would be an absolute pain in the ass
I was bored so I tried it. I got it down to 5x^3-x^2=120 and got stuck. Also, I am pretty sure you can’t find x when it is negative if you do it by hand.
When did this happen?
What if ponies are savants who have an average IQ of 140 but with the mental maturity of tweens?>>188336
Little League is not for sexual. Filly is, though
Just finished up.
Do they not have Y?
There's two solutions for x
Do they not have and/or?
2*sqrt((3(4x^-2)^-1.5) / (20x / (5x - 1))) = 3
sqrt((3(4x^-2)^-1.5) / (20x / (5x - 1))) = 1.5
(3(4x^-2)^-1.5) / (20x / (5x - 1)) = 2.25
3(4x^-2)^-1.5 = 2.25(20x / (5x - 1))
3(4x^-2)^-1.5 = 45x / (5x - 1)
(5x - 1) * 3(4x^-2)^-1.5 = 45x
(15x - 5)(4x ^ -2)^-1.5 = 45x
(15x - 5)(0.125 x^3) = 45x
1.875x^4 - 0.625x^3 = 45x
1.875x^3 - 0.625x^2 = 45
1.875x^3 - 0.625x^2 - 45 = 0
x has 3 solutions:
-1.33333 - 2.49444i
-1.33333 + 2.49444i
Unless, of course, my math is fucked tonight.
I just used Wolframhttps://www.wolframalpha.com/input/?i=solve+2+*+sqrt
Copy the link since I guess mlpol doesn't like it
>>188415>(5x - 1) * 3(4x^-2)^-1.5 = 45x>(15x - 5)(4x ^ -2)^-1.5 = 45x
It should be:
(15x - 3)(4x ^ -2)^-1.5 = 45x
Other than that, how did you find the solutions? I tried rational root theorem (5x^3-x^2-120=0) and got no results and I know nothing about complex numbers.>>188416
I did the same thing and I am fairly certain that you can't get x<0 without doing that or something similar.
Plugged the final equation into wolfram alpha, lol. Also, fuck me I knew there was some error around there.
Happens to the best of us.At least you didn't spend an hour plugging in all the factors of 120 and 5 into a spreadsheet trying to find the answer.>>188427
Sweet, I am not the only one making crappy
puns in this general!
C-could you get a clearer picture?
For science of course
Very cute fillies
The bit at the top said Protection = 0
Despite the fact that I only updated 4 times last thread, having come in a bit late, I'm gonna finally come back to my regularly scheduled recaps that no one ever asked for!
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>Be filly Anon.>Human trapped in a pony body.>Have friends who share your fate, including Twilight (who used to be CIA).>The ponies who used to inhabit your bodies are still around, just chilling on the Astral plane.>Except for the cunt that was in your body.>She stole the Elements of Harmony and used them to make herself corporeal… somewhat.>You chased her through a fucking swamp, but then got tired and realized you could get Celestia to cut her off in Manehatten by sending a message through Spike.>You're right now in a cafe in Dodge City chilling with your friends after having just performed some otherworldly rap music at an open mic.
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…>>184994>"I seem to remember… cuddling you? Is that right?"
"Um-">"Because if that's what I get every time I trip out-"
"If you eat another one of those mushrooms I swear you'll be the next meal for that thing out there.">"Alright, don't have to be rude about it."
"M-make acid or something! You called me smelly!">"Um, sorry? Are you mentally ten as well as physically?">Ouch.>That one kind of hurt.>Despite yourself, you let out a small sniffle before storming off, and then realizing there's not really anywhere to go in the lab.>"Um, Nonny?"
"What?">"This lab kinda blows chode. I've got a canister of Chlorine gas over here, but no Hydrogen."
"…are you dense or something?">"What? No."
"That's incredibly useful, why are you saying it's shit?">"I don't know asshole, you told me to make acids and here we are!">…>"Any glassware?">Jesus fuck Nonny was being a cunt all of a sudden.>The details are fuzzy, but you're pretty sure you didn't try anything sexual on her while you were under the influence.>Probably just on her period>No wait, ponies go into heat, right?>You couldn't be fucked to learn about horse biology.
"No, like I said this lab blows chode. The bits of glassware I could find were shattered-">"Get down. Now.">Before you can say anything else she abruptly jumps on top of you, knocking you to the ground.>You can hear her straining as she lights up her horn and pulls the blanket over both of you.>"If we stay here, we will certainly die. If we leave we have a chance. You have the canister?"
"Yes.">"We travel under the blanket over to the door, grab the pack of healing on our way. At that point ditch the blanket- I wish we could keep it but it'll more than likely trip one of us. If the tendrils are still there, open the canister, throw it and run."
"Got it.">"One. Two. Three!">You manage to avoid looking up as you snag the pack, haphazardly slinging it over your neck.>You have no idea what the fuck is going on, but you at least trust the other filly enough to listen to her.>This would be the equivalent of the Chad investigating in generic horror movie number 64.>Well, you're being generous there…>More of a Chad than Nonny.>Yeah.>Fuck her for being born with the wrong genetics, earth filly master race!>You bump into the door, your snoot being painfully booped by three inches of thick steel.
"Um, can you use your magic to open the door?">You'll have your victory tomorrow.>As the door slides open enough for the two of you to slip out, it is quickly closed once again.>Looking around in all directions and seeing no tentacles, you both breathe a sigh of relief.
"Okay, question for a question.">"What do I call you?">Fuck…
"Green Clover.">"That's… kind of retarded name."
"Fuck off, I don't do well under pressure. Hmm…">You give yourself a few minutes to think it over.>You take a good look at your ass.>Nothing but absence of purpose there.>Absentia…>You could go for a drink right now.>Absinthe…>Well, it was green… sometimes.>And so were you.
"Please, I know it's shit. Anyways, my turn. What were you so worried about back there?">"Rogue security drone. Designed as a deterrent for rodents in the ventilation shafts, they use high frequency noise. Few of them are broken, settings are screwed. Don't distinguish between size of organisms. Noise is enough to shatter glass at fifteen meters, deafen permanently at ten, and kill at five."
"Did you see it?">"No, saw the vent. Always come through those, less out here. Who's Victoria?"
"She's…">You feel a pang in your heart.
"Someone close.">The two of you sit there for a few more minutes awkwardly.
"We'd better get a move on.">"Yeah."
"Where to, map?">"Wrong show, fag.">Input actions.
I thought these threads were gay at first but they're sweet lighthearted fun. You all want to go back and have happy foalhoods as the daughter of Twilight Sparkle because she'd be a better mom than yours. At the same time, anonfilly misbehaves because by innocent pony standards, the average human would seem to be shockingly poorly-behaved, bratty, and brutish.
A lot has been said about waifus and daughterus, but who would be the best fathero for Anonfilly?
Go left carefully and hug the corners/wall. Rather than light anything up do the planet a favor and use your hearing.[ 1d100 = 90 ]>>188461
It's not terrible, but she looks like some sort of hobgoblin more than a filly.>>188448
Soldier filly is MIA
You're a diaperfag
Sneaky TwilightWhose piss is it?
I suppose. Keep quiet and stick together. [ 1d100 = 6 ]
I don't know any stallions from the show well enough to say. You could always have another Anon as your dadfu, though.
But what if you end up with one of the writefags? What's in store for you then?
Lots of fetishy shenanigans you're unsure if you like or not, interspersed with lewd cuddles and occasional boner teases. But writefags rarely get right down to fugs so you'll likely be the one to initiate those~
A disfunctional family where the father and filly are stuck in a power struggle and Twiggles trying to keep the family together.
The mouth should probably be connected to the snout.
Sorry for the delay, I meant to post it on time but fell asleep, then had to go to work next morning, then went home and fell asleep again.
>"Now Anon, if we're gonna overthrow the (((Princesses))), we're gonna need proof of their treachery. Now where does Twilight keep her paperwork?"
>At this moment, a shock courses through your body, but you manage to maintain your position on the couch
>The collar was predesigned to prevent you from betraying Twilight
>Apparantly this qualified
>Lyra either didn't notice or didn't care about your minor spasm
"I- I don't know. I'm just a filly."
"Alright then. Anon, tell me about the humans"
>You collar warms at your thoughts, and you desperately try to force them out
>"I know they're real"
>Would having too strong a seizure cripple you? Kill you?
"Look, I don't know-"
>"You'd better start talking before Auntie Lyra gets… annoyed"
>Holy shit she was insane
>Partially right, but insane
>The collar sends a burst of electricity into your body, causing your forelimbs to spaz out
>Lyra stares in awe while you flop onto the floor and twitch incessantly, until realization hits her face
>"I see now. (((They))) [How did she talk like that?] decided to imprison a poor filly who knew too much. Just another alicornish trick"
>"Let's see if we can get it off."
I have yet to see a good explanation on how you orange text
It's in the site options I think, you should be able to configure the keybind for it. Then again I'm on mobile right now, so…
Lurk more in the [options]
"L-look, I don't want any trouble. Really, I hate the princesses just as much as you do." you sort-of-lie. It was mostly Twilight that you hated, but at least she'd been kind to you, whereas your captor might try to kill you, accidental or otherwise>"Oh Anon, don't be silly. You're the victim here. The victim of the (((Princess))) conspiracy." she said giddily
"Great! So, uh, could you lower the knife?">Her idea of "taking it off" probably included a botched surgery that would undoubtedly kill you>Lyra let out a high-pitched giggle, arcing her head back slightly>"Can't do that! You're all I got missy!">You try to shift away from her a bit, but the knife stays the same distance>"Don't be scared Anon! Auntie Lyra is gonna take good care of you. Just hold still while I pry that off" she said as the knife began to float towards your neck >You thought of running, but felt yourself being held in place by her magic>The light glinted against the bright steel of the blad is it drew closer…closer… and closer>Just before it made contact, you hear the sound of a siren
>"Oh, WHAT is it now???">Maybe the cops found her>How did they get here before Twiggles?>What if she set up this kidnapping to mess with you?>…>No, that's ridiculous. She wouldn't have a mental ward escapee do it, especially not with a knife>Lyra rushes upstairs, levitating you behind her>Climbing onto a balcony, she gazes down in a mix of fear and anger>"Buck.">You manage to lift your head a bit and see a few ponies on the ground, including Mayor Mare>Shes holding some type of->…wait, is that a magic megaphone?>You wanted one>You probably had the bits; just a matter of convincing Purple"Release the filly and leave the premises! You are surrounded, and extending will only make your situation worse!">"No! I'll, uh-">She gazes downward before popping her head up in inspiration>"I will kill a hostage every hour until my demands are met!" she yelled at the top of her lungs>You see the mayor share a bewildered glance with a policestallion before returning her visage to the megaphone"You only have one hostage!">"…Buck." she muttered under her breath
>>188536>Be Mayor Mare>Well things were going swimmingly>Still no help from Canterlot>Princess Twilight was nowhere to be seen>And the city was over budget, and EVERYBODY would be blaming you and not the 6 mares who repeatedly destroyed half the town>At least you had confirmed Lyra only had one hostage>You suspected as much, considering this was a private residence with two inhabitants, one of which was a demigod; but since Lyra hadn't corrected you, it was almost assured that it was a single filly, specifically Anon.>You click on your microphone, eager to get this over with
"What are your demands?">You probably only needed to stall for time, Princess Sparkle would undoubtedly be here soon, and if not Canterlot was surely sending a SWAT team to recover this VIF>Lyra answered back, yelling at the top of lungs>"I want a FULL CONFESSION from a Princess herself that they're conspiring to undermine the pony race!!">…>"And full amnesty!!" she added>She didn't actually expect that to happen, right?>Faust you hated this town sometimes>You could see the little green filly in question holding an expression similar to yours; bewilderment and a bit of fear
"We won't be able to get in touch with a princess for several hours, a pegasus can only go so fast. Maybe you could exchange some hostages for for food???">"Well, that sounds- Oh oh, trying to get me with your (((alicorn))) tricks, are you!?! Well I'm too smart for that!!"
"Uh, it's pretty apparent that I'm not an alicorn!" you responded with a combination of exasperation and disappointment>"You work for them!!! Another piece of the plot!! Maybe if you were a little smarter you'd be a part of the 1% and not a low-timer mayoring a rinkydick shithole like this!!!">Now you were mad>Nobody insulted YOUR town>And you had a giant crystal castle here, how was this a shithole??>"Everybody's secretly thinking it!! Always raising taxes for your communist policies, funneling more money to the alicorns that goes to tax breaks for the griffin corporations!!!">No comment.
Sorry for being late, I meant to post it 2 days ago but fell asleep, then was gonna post it last night but fell asleep again.
Was this made by a homo Anon who wishes to be a filly that wants to be loved by another Anon?
How is she holding the crayon?
Those are some cute lil' fillies
>>188532>he doesn't know how to orangetext
second picture looks like she's gained some winter weight
To show appreciation for Lyra and hyoomins of course.
Supporting Lyra in general or the ASSFAGGOT interpretation?
"How do I feel? Hmmm… like some sort of monster for eating a defenseless bird? What am I, some sort of cannibal now?"
This forces a chuckle out of her.
>"Okay, okay, just curious - are you serious about that?"
"I dunno. Maybe it's guilt, or maybe it's just the stomach ache. I felt a lot better after the salad though, so that's something."
>"Well don't feel too guilty. Owls are tertiary predators. They sometimes eat other birds. Just because an animal's cute doesn't mean it wouldn't rip your head off and eat you if it could."
"Well we're cute ponies and I'm pretty sure you ripped that owl's head off to empty out its guts."
>"Human babies are cute and then they grow into hunters, soldiers, and even the most brutal murderers of all - politicians."
"Or CIA operatives?"
>"Oh hush. We all do what we must to put food on the table. That's the nature of life. We eat, we breed, and sometimes we have to crack a few eggs that might have been someone else's baby. Or are you going to tell me next you plan on going vegan? Because just so you know, you need eggs to make cake."
"I haven't really been considering going vegan, but I'm pretty sure that's bullshit. Blossom, you can make a cake without eggs, right?"
She pauses to think for a moment.
>"I think so, yeah, though I've never personally done it. All of the cakes at Sugarcube Corner use eggs in the recipes. Eggs are pretty important for baking. Also, vegans can't eat ice cream anyways."
"Yeah, I don't think I'd have a problem eating ice cream, ever. No one has to die for it."
>"Well that's true, but you do have to keep the cows pregnant all the time. And if half of their calves are bulls who can't produce milk, you have to wonder what ponies are doing with all of that dead weight."
"…we're selling them to the griffons, aren't we?"
>"I don't know, and I try not to think too much about it. When's the last time you ever talked to a cow anyways?"
"I guess it's just the fact that the animals we usually eat back home is more or less sapient here. It's screwing with my head." [ 1d100 = 61 ]
"Oh boy, slavery's LEGAL here?"[ 1d100 = 55 ]
Nice. Breastfeeding when?
I know it's a few hours late, but that doesn't stop me from being thankful for you all! Now, where were we…
>Twilight did things to science up some improvements for her portal spell
>Spike saw some documents that gave him questions
>Twilight wiped his memory of the whole thing
Let's see what happens now!
>You took some time in your room to ckeck on your homework and promptly ignore it before Twilight called you down for dinner
>It was somewhat uneventful
>There were a few questions tossed your way and you answered them, but it was mainly about school
>Afterwards though, when Spike was occupied with cleaning dishes, Twilight pulled you aside
>So far aside that you're both now in the interrogation room
>You two both take your places before Twilight cuts to the point
>"I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is, I've managed to work out every efficiency issue with my portal spell. The bad news is that I had to wipe part of Spike's memory."
>Okay, that seems pretty-
"Why did you need to wipe Spike's memory?!"
>Unfortunately, I made the mistake of leaving the file about the portal spell open and he decided to put it back together for me. He didn't learn too much, but I didn't want to risk it."
>Seems sound, but you still don't like it
"Okay, what did he actually see?"
>"He saw my reminder to tell you about my results at the end of the most recent page."
"And you couldn't have taken this in any direction that DIDN'T require wiping a half-hour from his mind forever?"
>"Anon, do you know how well Spike can keep a secret?"
"Not well, but I don't see why a secret would need to be kept if you were to instead have told him, oh I don't know, that it was to do with a magic project that we came up with and you were doing testing for it?"
>Twilight is looking more and more frustrated as your counterpoint goes on, but she holds her tongue until you're finished
>"Hindsight is always 20/20, but the damage has been done. Talking about better ways to fix it would've helped an hour or two ago, but now it just wastes time. In other news, I'll be able to start work on getting a portal to your universe set up tomorrow."
>You're not over the wiping of part of Spike's life yet but purple has a point
>It's too late to fix it, the damage was done
"Alright. Also, a progress report on my answer: I am still no closer to finding one now than I was before."
>"Dang, this might come down to a coin toss."
>It very well might, but like a certain quote goes, 'When faced with two choices, simply toss a coin. It works not because it settles the question for you, but because in that brief moment when the coin is in the air, you suddenly know what you are hoping for.'
>Maybe flipping a coin will help you out, then?
>You and Twilight finish up with the rest of the formalities before you two split off
>Twilight goes up to her room while you go back down to check on Spike
>When you get back to the kitchen, you find that he's gone
>Time to check the one place that he usually frequents!
>Surprise, surprise; he's in his room
>You see him flat on his bed with a comic book grasped in his claw and his Rarity plush on his stomach
"Hey nerd, what's going on?"
>"Not much, just reading a new issue that came in the mail."
"Nice, what's it about?"
>You walk behind him and try to read over his shoulders
>Oh, it's those superheroes again
>"It's the Power Ponies, this issue is part of the Harmony War arc. Maneos just completed the harmony necklace and destroyed half the universe, killing off half the cast in the process. If you want to read from the beginning of the arc, I can find the issue for you."
>Huh, so Thanos is a thing here too
"I think I'm good, thanks."
>"Oh well, I can understand if this isn't your thing."
>Seeing no way to continue this conversation and feeling no need to stick around until you tell him that he was mindwiped, you head back up to your own room
>Once you get there, you decide to do something that you haven't done in a hot minute
"Well, today had some events."
>You close the door behind you and flop down on your bed between your two plushes, neither of whom give a reply
"Apparently Spike saw something relating to me being an Ayy and Twilight, foregoing all other options, decided to wipe that entire part of his memory."
"Yeah, that was definitely an overreaction. I mean, I understood her reasons. There are still better ways to go about this sort of thing, though."
>You nod in silence at the imaginary response to your statement as you climb under the sheets, hoping to finish off this day soon
>. . .
>…>…..>…….>Huh, guess there are no dreams tonight>Rip>That doesn't stop Luna from showing up, though>However, instead of appearing in the form you recognize, she manifests as a voice in your mind>"Good evening, Anonymous. Normally I don't appear to others outside the context of a dream, but I felt like I needed to check on you after yesterday. How are things?"
This intrusion takes you a bit by surprise>Also, how will you even reply?>Thinking?>Well, it's worth a shot
Not too bad. I still have no idea about what I'm gonna do, but I at least have a few ideas on how I can figure that out.>"Would you be willing to share those ideas?">Huh, so that worked>You tell her about the whole coin flipping thing and the two ways you could use it to help you>"Not the most original of ideas, but you've got a decent set of plans for this."
I know, but until I'm either forced to choose or make a decision myself, it'll work.>"Do you feel like you're any closer to a decision, by the way?">All this pressure, why?
No, and I'm not entirely sure that I'll come to one, hence plans A and B.>"Fair enough. Has anything interesting happened recently?">Once again, you retell the previous events of the day
… Enough about me though, how are you?>"I'm alright. My day was pretty normal too, considering what my normal is. Some paperwork, a few different reports needing to be filed, checking on criminals and saving foals from things that go bump in the night."
Dang, that busy still?>"I'm not sure what you expected, my last vacation was my thousand-year trip to the moon."
Rip, at least I can get weekends off.>"It's not all bad, though. Sometimes my adventures through the immaterial realm bring me to some rather funny situations."
Oh?>"Let me preface this by asking you how many of your nightmares you remember from foalhood, or whatever you call it."
A few, not too many though.>"And you look back on them now wondering how you were scared by them, right?"
Yeah, I'll admit that.>"Now imagine if somepony else, without any context for one of these nightmares, shows up in the middle of it all to rescue you.">You would raise your eyebrows, but you have no face right now to do it>"I know, it's a bit rude, but some of it all is just absurd! One time, I had to rescue a filly from a nightmare where she had to get a jar of peanut butter from a monster that looked like a baby drew it and, get this, she was bigger than the monster! Think what you will, but I had to stifle a laugh when I figured out what was going on."
That… That's certainly a dream, alright. You know, while we're on this topic, have you ever had a dream so goofy that you wake up laughing?>Luna goes silent for a few seconds while she thinks>"No, I don't think I have. Why, have you?"
I have, but I'm not sure you would entirely get it. Hell, I don't even get it myself.>"I'm willing to hear it all the same, lay it on me."
Well, one time I had a dream where something was happening. I'm not sure what it was, but it ended with Superman's head on a woodchipper screaming obscenities at the local police while shooting out corndogs that looked like they were frozen in blue gatorade. Feel free to ask for context on any of that.">Again, Luna falls silent as she takes that in>"… What's a Superman, what's a corndog, and what's Gatorade?"
Superman is a superhero with every power you can think of and probably even more, a corndog is a type of food featuring a sausage covered in a cornflour-based batter and deep-fried on a stick, and Gatorade is a type of drink designed to help someone recover from heavy exertion by replenishing the body's natural fluids and some other biology stuff that I don't get.>After yet another pass of silence, Luna responds>"Well then. That certainly does sound absurd.">After a few more exchanges and discussions about past dreams, Luna eventually decides to call it a night and let you return to the void between dreams>. . .>Another day closer to an interesting day>You go about your morning routine on autopilot>Come to think of it, you go about the entire day on autopilot>Your thoughts drift a few times throughout the day, but nothing noteworthy happens to bring you back>Looks like it's time for…
>Be Anon>It's now Friday afternoon>You're up in your room grouping together what few items you have to bring to Canterlot for the thing happening>Twilight's doing the same, but she has a lot more to get than just a few plushes and some clothes>Somehow, though, she manages to finish packing before you and teleports up to your room>Fucking magic hacks, she probably just took everything and put it in there all at once>Her talking brings you out of your internal grumbling, though>"Alright, I finished packing. The train leaves in half an hour, so take care of whatever else you need to before we go. I'll be waiting at the front door.">And poof, she's gone again>How rude, you didn't even get an opportunity to respond!>Oh well, a response wasn't really needed>You finish packing your belongings and take them down to the door>Once that's done, you and Twilight say good bye to Spike and teleport down to the station>A short while after that, you two are on your way to Canterlot>A few cars ahead, you can hear the noise of multiple foals goofing around and doing all the things one shouldn't do on a train, but that's not your concern>Your concern is why Twilight keeps looking over a sheet of paper>Moreover, why she seems to be reading it to herself under her breath
"Hey, what's up?">"Nothing, just making sure that I have the schedule of events completely memorized for tomorrow.">It would probably help you to know the schedule too, if you want to be present for everything
"You know, I've heard that telling someone something helps you to remember it better.">Twilight glances up at you for a second before her eyes snap back to the paper and she resumes reading, this time aloud>"Nine o'clock, arrive at castle. Nine oh-five, check in with Celestia. Nine ten, finish pre-ceremony preparations. Ten thirty, meet with Chrysalis…">She goes on for a few more points before she wraps back around to the beginning>This too goes on a few times before you realize that you've zoned out completely>"… Well, I think I have it down now. How about you?"
"Me too, but I might just need a bit of a refresher on those beginning, middle, and end bits though.">Pokerface.gif>Twilight blinks a few times in silence before exhaling loudly, facehoofing and stifling a small giggle>"Just stick with me and you should be fine."
"Okay, but now I have a few questions.">"Go ahead."
"One, will Emerald be there? Two, will I actually be allowed to follow you? Three, what happens if I can't? Four, where are we staying?">"One, you should probably ask Chrysalis about that. Two, I'm sure that Celestia wouldn't be against it as long as you don't get in the way of anything. Three, I have a few tracking spells memorized that could help me keep track of you should we be separated for whatever reason. Four, we're staying at the castle.">Now it's your turn to go silent for a few seconds
"Why are we staying at the castle?">"Celestia asked me to help her with some of the extra duties that are required of her before the ceremony gets underway and I'd like to get as much of it done today as we can. Staying at the castle means that I can help with more for longer without needing to worry about going somewhere else in the middle of the night, almost asleep."
"Fair enough. Anything else important that may need mentioning?">Twilight ponders your query for a little while before returning her gaze to you>"Not that I can think of right now, no."
"Cool, then I guess I'll do my best to stay out of the way and let everything happen that needs to.">"And I'll do everything that I need to so you'll have something interesting to stay out of the way of.">The conversation dies down after this and you spend the rest of the train ride messing around on your phone and listening to the commotion in the next car>Eventually, darkness falls and you reach the summit of the mountain>You and Twilight manage to make it out of the train without drawing the attention of any of the other passengers as well, making the trip to the castle easier>While walking there, you take the opportunity and clear your mind a bit with a few deep, loose breaths>You're brought out of your almost-meditation by Twilight's intent staring, though>"What's up?"
"Just a bit nervous, I guess.">"Don't worry too much, Celestia and I already have that taken care of.">Twilight's dry humor catches you a little off guard, but does little to help>It kinda makes things worse, if anything>If even Celestia is worried about this, then what does that say about the future?>"Look, I get it. This is a big event with loads of ponies showing up to see this with probably mixed feelings, but everything official's already been taken care of. Worse comes to worst, public approval rating dips a bit until the prices of anything to do with precious metals drops by about 20%."
"Then why are you two so worried?">"Most events at the castle turn into a logistical nightmare. Most of what needs to be done still is simply mapping out routes for ponies to take and setting up everthing in the courtyard, nothing to do with anything political.">You give a sound nod, finally feeling more at ease as Canterlot Castle (as well as the weekend plans) come more and more into focus
And as usual, tell me what I did well and what I did horribly so I can keep giving you all better quality content. Thank 4 5 like!
PST is a thing, you know.
I meant more along the lines of "this cunt hasn't updated for fucking months"
… Fair point. I would've had this out on wednesday, but it was already pretty much morning when I finished.
Don't bully the filly.
Well of course. Twilight needs to inhibit the movement of the legs before she chops them off and turns filly into a little fuck-sausage.
We can talk to cows here? Why don't we do that ASAP?[ 1d100 = 9 ]>>188634>>188635>>188636
Completely forgot about this green and Emerald.>Manios
This got me thinking; in Equestria would they have "Cascos: the Hooves of Fate?">>188660
Reminds me of an old painting where a man is skating along on a wheel for a foot.
Hmmmmyes. This satisfies my fetish for amputees and prosthetics.
This is still better than diapers and breastfeeding.
Fucking dismemberment over mommy issues
I know what degenerate kink I'd rather have
How about hoof holding?
What about boops under the sunset
How about pats on the tummy?
Degenerates, all of youCan i pick all these choices?
>Tfw nobody else wants Twilight to remove their limbs and care for them completely
all those together makes a happy filly
Maybe feed her a bit of ice cream too, eh?
I would rather kill myself than to make a choice between the two, but yes, I think getting maimed is less degenerate than willingly wearing diapers.>>188673>>188675>>188676
I fully support this.C-can I add loving cuddles before bedtime to the list…?
Cute. Is she wearing pajama bottoms over it?
Why is bird sad?
Im not saying I want either but I'd rather not cut my limbs off, like you'd seriously take that over a little bit embarrassment
Like fuck diapers but at least I'm still in one piece,
Cause she gets bullied for her weird legs
I dont bulli her, its the colts and fillies at school
Someone should teach them a lesson
Well yesterday was spanksgiving
Hopefully they got their fair share
>>188668>would rather be permanently maimed and crippled than loved in an infantile fashion
gtfo faggot>>188672>implying you don't have mommy issues already
A nugget isn't going to be able to use a toilet either
Why choose either of those when you can have patrician taste and go with platonic friendship
I didn’t think that through…
I'd rather not do either but life or death, altough I want death so badly, the choice is obvious
Also theres nothing about using them in the terms and conditions
Nice! She's coming along well
>satanic trips spark an argument about whether it's more degenerate to have mommy issues or to cut off all your limbs and put paper towel rolls over the stumps
Never change, fillies. Never change.
That filly needs to eat, too skinny.
Yeah, I know I'd laugh a little and smile if a mare did this to me if I was a filly.
I wonder how 4channel anonfilly look like.
No lewd bits, can't swear, and always drinks her brand name soda with the label facing out.
Think an Anonfilly thread would be able to survive in 4channel for at least a little while?
Mods are the same aren't they ?
Shouldn't change anything.
>>188719>Equestrian food makes human food look like Indian food>Anonfilly can't get enough of the stuff, putting on more and more weight>Eventually she wakes up and her hooves can't reach the floor
"FUCKIN' TWILIGHT REEEEEEEEE!!!"
>>188730>Twilight notices how chubby and lazy Anonfilly has become>So she hires a personal trainer for you
If your fat ass got to pick a pony to be your personal trainer, then who'd you pick?
Applejack will make you a hard worker on her farm, and will respect you whether you do as much as her or not, as long as you work hard. Meanwhile Rainbow Dash will judge you for not being fast.
Nope. She would want a by the book foal, and would never have a fat filly.
Poisoned the water hole with her urine.
Well duh, breastmilk
is very fatty.
nice blackjack cosplay
"I guess it's just the fact that the animals we usually eat back home are more or less sapient here. It's screwing with my head."
Twilight answers before you can get a word in.
>"It means intelligent, Blossom. And more intelligent than, say, pigs or dolphins. You have to be able to reason and possibly be able to communicate."
>"Then wouldn't all of the woodland creatures here be sapient, seeing as Fluttershy can talk to them?"
"Please don't make me feel even MORE guilty about eating an owl."
Twilight places a hoof around your shoulder.
>"Anon, tell you what. I will never again ask you to eat meat while we're here in Equestria. But if I ever meet you back on Earth, I'm inviting you and your family over for Thanksgiving dinner, and I'm not taking no for an answer."
"But what if it's not Thanksgiving when we get back?"
>"Well I probably won't be able to invite you off the bat anyways. I'm might need to get a new job, seeing as I've been missing for over two years. And I don't think anyone in the office is going to buy the excuse of being sucked into a world of a children's cartoon."
Daring places her hind hooves up on the table and leans back in her chair, drawing the attention of everyone at the table.
>"You know Twi, you wouldn't have to worry about any of that shit if you just stayed here."
Twilight glares at her for a long, awkward moment, interrupted only by Mama Velvet returning to the table.<<"So are you fillies tired or do you want to see more of the town?"
Wait, does Velvet know that they aren't really fillies?
I'm guessing Velvet only knows Twilight isn't quite right.>>188848
Me? Tired?[ 1d100 = 72 ]
Oh…To answer your question, I have no idea. I don't even know what it is you're talking about. Sorry, m8.
then pass out in the table, head first on the empty plate or into whatever we were eating[ 1d100 = 12 ]
>be the filly
>eating dinner in Canterlot
>Shiny and Candy took you here because shining had a meeting with the princesses
>why the fuck are they princess and not queens anyways?
>Anyways, it turned out that the Royal Guard requested Shining back so he could train some new recruits
>apparently nobody else has gotten through to them
>"They're acting like foals, they have no place in the guard, but there's something special about them, i can feel it"
>maybe they're just special
>huehue like de retardo
>"i'm sure you can reach them, if you can't who can?"
>"maybe that's just it. Maybe nobody can reach them"
"Well if you ask me, if they're acting like foals, maybe only a foal can reach them"
>as a great prophet once said, 'if you wanna reach those kids on the steet, then you gotta do a rhyme to a hip hop beat"
>"Maybe you're right Emerald. In fact, how would you like to help your uncle at work tommorow
>as amazing as the views are from the side of a mountain, they get old after a while
"If you think it would help, unless Aunt Candence had anything planned"
>"no, i think it would be a good experience! Maybe you could look into becoming a guardsmare when you're older"
>i fuckin' doubt it
>that's be a larf
>although you should be nice
"maybe, i dunno. what's the pay like?"
>"Money isn't the most important thing in life. You see alot of meth cooks who only got into it because they thought it was a get rich quick scheme"
>you finish your meal and head to bed shortly after
>shining wants you up at Revile
>please for the love of god let Equestrian Revile be at 1300
>"Emerald! Up and At 'Em!"
>fuck off 5 more minutes
>what time is it anyway?
>so no such luck
"alright, i'm up i'm up"
>"don't worry, i'll be sitting by the wall in case anything happens"
>you wash up and leave for the barracks
>you both arrive a few minutes before revile begins playing
>you both enter
>"Alright! Everybody up at attention! I've got a treat for you"
>the recruits lazily get up to attention next to their racks
>"Now, you haven't been the best squadron, not even close. You've all been acting like little colts and fillies! So, if you're gonna act like foals you aught to be instructed by one"
>he turns to you
>"honey, they're all yours"
>wow he's a limpdick
>no wonder they don't respect them
>time to work
"ALRIGHT! I AM EMERALD SPARKLE YOUR NEW DRILL INSTRUCTOR! FROM NOW ON YOU WILL SPEAK ONLY WHEN SPOKEN TO, AND THE FIRST AN LAST WORDS TO COME OUT OF YOUR FILTHY SEWER HOLES WILL BE SIR, DO YOU MAGGOTS UNDERSTAND THAT?"
>"sir, yes sir"
"BULLSHIT I CAN'T HEAR YOU, SOUND OFF LIKE YOU GOT A PAIR!"
>"sir, yes sir!"
"IF YOU LADIES LEAVE MY BASE, IF YOU SURVIVE RECRUIT TRAINING, YOU WILL BE A WEAPON! YOU WILL BE A MINISTER OF DEATH PRAYING FOR WAR! BUT UNTIL THAT DAY YOU ARE PUKES, YOU ARE NOTHING BUT UNORGANIZED GRABASSTIC PIECES OF AMPHIBIAN SHIT! BECAUSE I AM HARD YOU WILL NOT LIKE ME! BUT THE MORE YOU HATE ME THE MORE YOU WILL LEARN! I AM HARD BUT I AM FAIR! THERE IS NO RACIAL BIGOTRY HERE! I DO NOT LOOK DOWN ON ZIGGERS, HIPPS, MULES OR GRIFFONS! HERE YOU ARE ALL EQUALLY WORTHLESS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?"
>"sir, yes sir!"
"BULLSHIT I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
>"SIR, YES SIR!"
>you turn to the recruit next to you
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, SCUMBAG?"
>"SIR! PRIVATE BROWN SIR!"
"BULLSHIT FROM NOW ON YOU'RE PRIVATE SNOWBALL, DO YOU LIKE THAT NAME?"
>"SIR YES SIR!"
>"this is a little more than a regular filly"
>you hear coming from across the room
"Who said that? WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT? WHO'S THE SLIMY LITTLE COMMUNIST TWINKLE TOED COCKSUCKER OVER HERE, WHO JUST SIGNED HIS OWN DEATH WARRANT?"
>the recruits stay still
"NOBODY HUH? THE FAIRY FUCKING GODMOTHER SAID IT! OUT-FUCKING-STANDING I WILL P.T. YOU ALL UNTIL YOU FUCKING DIE! I WILL P.T. YOU UNTIL YOUR ASSHOLES ARE SUCKING UP BUTTERMILK!"
>you turn to one of the recruits
>"WAS IT YOU, YOU SCROUNGY LITTLE FUCK?"
>"SIR NO SIR!"
>"YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING WORM, I BET IT WAS YOU!"
>"SIR NO SIR!"
>"SIR I SAID IT SIR!"
"Well, no shit. What have we got here, a fucking comedian, Private Joker? I admire your honesty! Hell I like you, you can come over to my house and fuck my sister!"
>you deck him on one swing thanks to good ol' erf filly strength
"YOU LITTLE SCUMBAG! I'VE GOT YOUR NAME, I'VE GOT YOUR ASS! YOU WILL NOT LAUGH, YOU WILL NOT CRY! YOU WILL LEARN BY THE NUMBERS I WILL TEACH YOU! NOW GET UP!"
"YOU HAD BEST UN-FUCK YOURSELF OR I WILL RIP OFF YOUR HEAD AND SHIT DOWN YOUR NECK!,
>"SIR YES SIR!"
>you turn back to the other recruit
"WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE?"
>"SIR, EXCUSE FOR WHAT, SIR?
"I'M ASKING THE FUCKING QUESTIONS AROUND HERE PRIVATE! CAN I BE IN CHARGE FOR A MOMENT"
>"SIR YES SIR!"
"WELL THANK YOU VERY MUCH, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU FROM, ANYWAY, PRIVATE?"
>"SIR APPLELOOSA SIR"
"APPLELOOSA HOLY DOG SHIT ONLY STEERS AND QUEERS COME FROM APPLELOOSA PRIVATE COWBOY! AND YOU DONT LOOK MUCH LIKE A STEER TO ME SO I GUESS THAT KINDA NARROWS IT DOWN, DO YOU SUCK DICKS?"
>"SIR, NO SIR!
"ARE YOU A PETER PUFFER?"
>"SIR NO SIR!
"I BET YOU'RE THE KINDA PONY TO FUCK ANOTHER STALLION IN THE ASS AND NOT EVEN HAVE THE COMMON GODDAMNED COURTESY TO GIVE HIM A REACH AROUND!"
>"SIR NO SIR!"
>you hear shining dying of laughter in the back as you move to the next recruit
"DID YOUR PARENTS HAVE ANY CHILDREN WHO LIVED?"
>"sir yes sir!"
"I BET THEY REGRET THAT! YOU'RE SO UGLY YOU COULD BE A MODERN ART MASTERPIECE! WHAT'S YOUR NAME, FATBODY?
>"sir, lemon lawrence sir!"
>this is too perfect
"LAWRENCE, LAWRENCE OF WHAT, ARABIA?"
>"sir no sir!"
"THAT NAME SOUNDS LIKE ROYALTY, ARE YOU ROYALTY?"
>"sir no sir!"
"DO YOU SUCK DICKS?"
>"sir no sir!"
"I DONT LIKE THE NAME LAWRENCE, ONLY FAGGOTS AND SAILORS ARE NAMED LAWRENCE, FROM NOW ON YOU'RE GOMER PYLE!
>"sir yes sir!"
"DO YOU THINK I'M CUTE, PRIVATE PYLE, DO YOU THINK I'M FUNNY?"
>"sir no sir!"
"THEN WIPE THAT DISGUSTING GRIN OFF YOUR FACE!"
>"sir yes sir!"
"WELL ANY FUCKING TIME, SWEETHEART!"
>"sir i'm trying, sir!"
"PRIVATE PYLE I'M GONNA GIVE YOU 3 SECONDS, EXACTLY 3 FUCKING SECONDS TO WIPE THAT STUPID LOOKING GRIN OFF YOUR FACE, OR I WILL GOUGE OUT YOUR EYEBALLS AND SKULLFUCK YOU! ONE, TWO, THREE!"
>"sir, i can help it-"
"BULLSHIT GET ON THE GROUND!"
>he gets down
>you extend your front right leg perpendicular to yourself
"NOW CHOKE YOURSELF"
>he puts his hooves to his throat
"GODDAMN IT, WITH MY ARM, NUMBNUTS!"
>he puts his throat to your inner elbow and you begin squeezing
"ARE YOU THROUGH GRINNING?"
>"sir yes sir"
>shining calls to you from the distance
>"emerald, that's enough!"
"BULLSHIT I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
>"sir yes sir!
>"Emerald! You're hurting him!
"BULLSHIT I STILL CAN'T HEAR YOU! SOUND OFF LIKE YOU GOT A PAR"
>"SIR YES.. SIR!!"
>you let go
"Private Pyle, you best start shitting me tiffany cufflinks, or i will seriously fuck you up"
>"*huff* Sir yes sir!"
>you head over to shining and leave
>"Emerald that wasn't what i was expecting, and was unnessesarily cruel"
"You said you saw guards in them despite their misbehaivour, now look at them, they're standing straight, and ready to eat their own guts and ask for seconds"
>he looks at he recruits standing perfectly still at attention
>"maybe you're right, but it still seemed cruel"
"if they can't handle a few love taps, how are they gonna concentrate in battle when there's chaos all around them? Besides, i was going to let Pyle go on the third time no matter how loud he is. It's all about building respect. Making sure they only screw up once"
>"well it does seem to have delivered results, but i still think you took it too far"
"Well, if you dont want to go that level you can always threaten to bring me back"
>you both laugh as you return to your hotel room
>you head to your bed to get some more shuteye, but you find a letter there
>you open it to find something that shocks you
>a scuff of orange fur taped to a note
>"If you want to help your friend, i suggest you come to my place alone, Emerald Sparkle."
Sorry for late and filler update, didn't plan ahead on the whole "what does anon do in canterlot before getting the letter
I do hope you took that down and flushed it.
whoops, posted in the old thread and wondered why it was so dead>>187530 >Time goes quickly as you nap again.>Having been shoved back into the same cage to play the part, you only feel relief when it finally touches the ground.>Then dread.>More of this cunt…>Right on cue, the blanket on your cage gets pulled off, and you’re left looking up at her in your spot like a sad puppy.>”What do you want?”>”I want to return this filly.”>”No refunds.”>Anon sighs.>”Well, can’t you still take her? I’m not wasting the money of food on this.”>Ouch.>”Sure, now get out.”>Anon glances down at you for a second, then walks on out of the room.>”Filthy fuckin’ bird bitch…”>He slams the door before she gets to say anything.>Then suddenly her gaze turns to you.>Oh shit.>”What are YOU looking at, you worthless foal? Can’t even last a day without being thrown away, how pathetic!”>She moves from behind the desk and makes her way over to your cage.>You can’t help but shrink instinctively.>First day back and you’re already gonna get your ass beat…>She unlocks everything, and yanks you out, holding you in front of her by your barrel.>”You useless, parasitic worm, I WARNED you about being returned! How dare you show your face here again!”
Choice: endure or escape
Roll for outcome
Nah man, I take lessons there. Not worth the risk getting kicked out.>>188925
Endure. [ 1d20 = 15 ]
Female or not, turning into a filly and doing lewd things with another dude who has also turned into a filly would be too fucking weird.
pic is lood
Idea for story: Twilight is regressed to a babby and filly has to take care of her.
Hey! Stop that!>>189100
How's it going, faggot?
Twist on idea.>Twilight wants a kid>Doesn't have a significant other and pregnancy sucks>Makes magic spell to create kid out of nothing >Anon pranks twilight by messing up spell>Spell backfires >Twilight and Anon are now stuck as fillies>…>Profit
Twist on twist on idea.>Spell backfires>Twilight becomes older>Anon becomes younger
If they are both fillies, I can see conflict in trying to get back to normal age and filly stuff. Old Twilight is just Alzheimers adventures.
My fetish is two green fillies screaming obscenities at each other.
And then they platonically hold hooves as Aryanne teaches them how not to be degenerate cocksocks.
Quick, someone edit this to shoot out a white flag that just says "bang" on it.
"Me, tired? Please."
At this moment, the accumulated fatigue from walking through the forest nearly all day, followed by walking around town and then performing on stage, finally catches up to you. In a sudden fit of narcolepsy, you collapse onto your plate of what is now mostly salad dressing that you had neglected to lick clean.
You aren't sure what happens next, but after a completely dreamless sleep, you wake up in a hotel bed next to Daring, who is out like a light. Blossom and Twilight appear to be in an adjacent bed with Mama Velvet. You look up to a nearby wall clock. It's 3:12 in the morning.
Get a glass of water and carefully set Twi's hoof in it and then go back to bed. [ 1d100 = 21 ]
I-I don't have mommy issues
It's vision time, let's try to check up on Ajna. [ 1d100 = 34 ]
If you turned into a filly and only Twilight or one other pony knew the real you, would you behave like yourself in front of every pony? Or try to act like a filly?
I think I'd mostly act like a filly in public, since it would probably just cause confusion if I didn't. But I'd still act however I want in private, and I could try to make some friends that would believe me.
Hmmmm… I probably wouldent mind the whole becoming a pony part. but then turning into a filly? idk… I mean, sure it would be kinda cool growing up again as a horse. i mean, at the same time, ill still have the memories and experience of being an adult. so any adult decisions i make will almost always be turned down because im now a little horse girl instead of full grown mare. And will i grow up? or will i always be a little filly? because i would take major issue in never being able to do the things i was able to do as a human adult female.
but, to be honest, i will try to put my past aside. i will still keep my memories but i will try my best to embrace my new form, even if i got turned into a pony and my age set back by a few decades. would twilight be my adoptive mom? tbh i wouldent really mind that as she seems like a good (if obsessive) parent figure. Now, if i was stuck as a filly forever, i would be upset and i would probably go a little crazy. If i was forever a filly, i would have to say goodbye to doing anything remotely sexual (unless its online). i mean, i would no longer be able to have sex, no longer able to go to "adult places", i would no longer be able to buy things on my own, etc etc. ontop of that, i probably wont be in puberty yet so i guess any sexual feelings at all will be gone so i guess i wouldent have to worry about that sexual shit. I mean, if i was just reverted to a filly but got to grow up, i'd be *mostly* fine with that. but… if i was forever a filly, i would freak out a bit before eventually coming to terms with it… idk this is a complicated thing to think about
Not to be confused with adorable fuckin'.
I want to cuddle privates with another filly
I want to be cuddled and fucked by the filly
I was scrolling to the newest post and I thought I saw an anthro filly and I was about to ree in anger. Phew, was just the scroll blur.
Which image, out of curiosity?
I don’t remember
Y-you're not wrong…
Since you're up at this hour, you consider a nice little prank you could pull on Twilight. Just dip her hoof in a glass or a bowl of water while she's sleeping and see if she wets the bet. Only one problem - you're in a hotel. You're not sure where to find either of those, and you're willing to bet any dining facilities are closed at this hour. Oh well, might as well sleep.
As you shut your eyes, you try to focus on Ajna and your desire to see what she's up to. With little effort, you feel your spirit departing your body, looking down upon your sleeping self, connected to your current vessel by some sort of ethereal cord. So this is astral projection, huh?
You find yourself in Ajna's room as fast as you can imagine. She is also in a hotel, though in a different city. You imagine it's likely Baltimare. She'll likely make it back to Manehatten in a day or so by ferry. Beside her bed is a chest. You try to open it, but your hooves simply slide through it. It seems you can't interact with anything while astral traveling. You suppose if you could see into it, it might contain the elements. Not that you could do anything with them either.
Before you can do anything else, you are sucked back to your own body and fall back to sleep. You're not sure if there's a time limit on this whole thing, or if you're simply out of practice. Either way, you wake up in the morning with your hoof in a bowl of water on a nearby nightstand. Whoever did this and how they found the bowl completely escapes you. At least you didn't pee the bed, but you really feel like you need to use a toilet right now.
Find an empty, secluded place to "blow off some steam", then sit outside and ask yourself the important questions in life while you wait for the sunrise. [ 1d100 = 75 ]
How do I tell my Anonfilly friend that I want to eat his asshole and fuck his winking pussy?
Tsk tsk. Don't you know the first rule of storytelling, Anon?Show, don't tell.
Kek, I can imagine this in a high-pitched girl's voice.
How does Shining rationalize this as possible?>>189355
Psyched! Pee while taking a shower because you live life on the edge.[ 1d100 = 30 ]
Could I practice on your filly body anon?
Fuck yeah, looking good mate.
Reeeeeee how am I meant to bulli the person who asked for this now!
Dont worry, i ll do it for ya>>189483
M O M M Y
So what part of mommy issues should I draw now?
Twilight with an Anonfilly hat, Anonfilly holding on her horn for balance
Twilight snuggling a filly in a onesie
Not 100% sure what's happening in this pic.
To quote the discord: "lone51 and lone 16 get there dinner from momma whilst lone15 sleeps in the background"
Yeah. Did you not see >pic related ?
Do you mean >>189483
, because that's two different flags, unless the reposter isn't the drawfag.
Reposter here, I'm not the drawfag. Can you fags not recognize his syle?
I don't even know which drawfag we're talking about, I don't recognize them by flag. This is why content creators need to namefag.
Not a bad idea, but have you not noticed the brit posting sketches like all thread?
The brit draws come cute fillies
Any news on when your next update is going to be out, Discordfilly? Remember, dead writefags get sent to live with abusive Twilight.
There’s a universe just for dead writefags that has abusive Twilight?
You quickly make your way to a nearby bathroom to both relieve yourself and vent your frustrations, only to find it occupied. It quickly dawns on you that you had not noticed that Daring was gone when you left the bed. Had she woken up already? Was she the one who put your hoof in the water bowl and, coincidentally, is now hogging the bathroom? Complete bullshit!
With little time left, you scamper through the hallways looking for another bathroom, eventually finding one in the lobby. You rush in and let out everything. Once you feel no longer tortured by your bladder, you find a mirror and scream into it.
"Why can't you hold up a stupid fucking projection you incompetent cunt!"
You're not sure if that woke anyone up, but you're hoping the walls are thick enough for no one to notice. Nonetheless, you run out of the hotel anyways, slamming the door behind you.
You spot a nearby park, and run to it, sitting down on a nearby bench to watch the sunrise. It's kind of beautiful when you think about it. Celestia's been doing this for over 1000 years with no screw ups. Her sun radiates down on you, keeping your fur warm despite the chilly wind protesting it. You wonder how she manages it all.
A half hour later, you are eventually joined by Blossom.
>"There you are! We were looking for you. What are you doing out here?"
"Challenging the sun to a staring contest."[ 1d100 = 80 ]
I love what you do dude, and you have some of the best ideas, but you really need to listen and fix your proportions
After 10000000 hours in paint (actually 2 minutes), I made three small changes:
1.) Made those eyes and snout bigger (Seriously dude, you NEED to make the eyes bigger, as we've been telling you for a while)
2.) Moved them a bit
3.) Made the head less of a circle
Seriously, look at the improvement.
You're right about the facial features being small, but those edits don't really show the proper way it should look either. The eyes are way too close together. If her right eye were more to our left it would look better (assuming she's drawn looking at a slight angle).>>189576
A few other things:
The ears could be a little larger, too. Roughly the size of the eyes (which they are currently, but the eyes should be larger).
Also watch for the legs and hooves. They should be a lot wider. Probably wider than you would think they should be (from my experience at least). Seems like the hooves should be roughly 1/3 the width of the head. And be sure to taper the legs as they move toward the body.
The neck looks too far forward, if she's sitting facing to our left. It could help to lightly draw the spine when you're sketching, to see how it would connect from her back to the neck. Currently, it would need to bend quite a bit to reach it.
If I had more time I definitely would've changed the eye spacing a bit, but I wanted to show the importance of resizing and the head. Someone else could def do a better job.
>>189576>square root of beer>root beer
>>189602>Climbing on her back
>It's been six months now.
>The two of you were absolutely ecstatic at first, you'd spend the days when you didn't have work and she didn't have school snuggling on the couch and the nights fuggling in the bed.
>Things were, for all insensive purposes, heavenly.
>But when you took her to the doctor for her first routine checkup, everything went down the toilet.
>Against your better judgement, you decided not to tell her.
>Live it up as long as you could…
>The first things to go were her memories.
>At first it was minor things, not recalling what board /fit/ was, staring at you blankly when you quoted movies you both had watched together.
>One day, she ran to you in a panic.
>It was a simple issue, she had finished up her homework and needed to write her name.
>The only problem was that she couldn't remember it herself.
>You forewent the sex and opted to just hold her close that night.
>Some of the changes were kind of cute, especially the little skirts she started insisting on wearing.
>Others, like the hours spent trying to get her to remember simple math, weren't.
>She still had the same attitude and still loved you, but she was slipping fast.
>You decided to finally tell her, she simply sadly nodded.
>She had figured it out too.
>One night when you were about to rut her raw she looked at you with confusion.
>You started fapping again, oftentimes turning the affair into a crywank.
>Another night, you woke up with a stain all over your shirt and a quietly sobbing filly.
>The cashier knew you well at this point and simply sadly nodded as you put the pack of nighttime diapers on the counter.
>You're sitting on the couch, reading a parenting book and waiting for Nonny to get home.
>You don't know the first thing about actual foals.
>But you'll do it for her.
>The door cracks open, your filly happily skipping in.
>"Hey, faggot! I got an 'A' on my history test!"
>You almost wish she hadn't been calling you that by instinct when the last of the old her slipped, every time she said it felt like a knife in your fucking side.
>You fake a smile and rub her behind the ears.
"Sounds like somepony deserves some ice cream."
>As you walk outside into the beautiful Spring day to get your adorable daughter some ice cream while her tail swishes to and fro, you couldn't be more miserable.
I didn’t ask for this feel…
Infantile amnesia seems like an interesting topic though.
This is what it actually feels like to know someone with Alzheimer's.>>189612
Filly riding Scootaloo's scooter
Filly riding Scootaloo.
Filly "riding" futa
Filly riding Scootaloo while Scootaloo rides her scooter.
N-now leave poor scootaloo alone you fillies
I- I didn't do nothin'!
I was just following the other fillies!
Twi would not approve
Is splrch supposed to be pissing? Or did Nonny want her nighttime feeding?
I think it's supposed to be Anonfilly doing something with Twi's vag
"Oh me? I've just been challenging the sun to a staring contest."
>"Have you been winning?"
"I already did."
"The sun blinked. You weren't there to see it, but it blinked."
>"I'll take your word for it. Let's head inside though. Your mom's ordering breakfast, and after that, we've got an early train to catch."
"Alright alright, I'll head in."
Your mom. Those words still never feel natural to you, but you very much want them to. It's kind of weird to think that Twilight Velvet is the only sentient being in the universe who you could actually call "Mom", and she's not even the same species as you. Well, at least not the same species you were born as, and even now, you wonder whether earth ponies and unicorns are considered separate species or not. You guess they're technically the same species because they can breed together, but then again chihuahuas and rottweilers are also the same species (technically), and they don't even have the same level of differences that ponies do. Weird.
This thought tangent carries you all the way to an in-hotel diner table where Mama Velvet and your friends are all sitting. Daring seems to have a very smug grin on her face that is struggling hard to hold back a laugh. She was definitely the one who dipped your hoof in a bowl of water while you were sleeping.
Would that count as incest?
"Since we're not related it'll be okay!"
W-what happened to the filly?
She was naught being nice so twilight beat her, I mean punished her obviously
What did the filly do to get Twilight’s panties in a naught/?
She refused to let twilight treat her like her foal, so now twilight is giving her some time to think
Ah, so that’s what got her in such a foal
N-no abuse filly…
"You know, Daring, that prank works better when you use warm water. Still, nice try, though." [ 1d100 = 60 ]
Does anyone else find it odd that she did it regardless of the fact she was sharing the bed with you?
We don't really know when she tried it, though.
Maybe she's into that
"I didn't realize you were into that kind of thing. Kinky." [ 1d100 = 40 ]
This [ 1d100 = 89 ]
>>189687>"You're going to bed whether you like it or not."
God I wish that was me.
You're a faggot, but that's a nice sketch.
>Another day of sitting around.>In your nest of snacks and books, you idly chew on a leaf of lettuce.>"Anon, are you going to go out and play with your friends?">Purple at the door.
"Ehh.">A hoof is waggled in her direction, with a page turned.>"You can't just lay around all day. I don't mean to be rude, but you're turning into a pudgy little pony.">You turned your gaze over to her.
"Ehh.">Back to reading.>A sigh escaped the purple pony.>"I really hoped you might take the advice from a friend, but you leave me no choice. I'm doing this because you're my friend and I can't stand to see you doing this to yourself.">Was she still talking? Didn't she see I was reading?>"She's all yours. Try not to go too overboard?">Ugh. Probably one of her friends.>You reached down to coax another hoof full of hay fries to your mouth.>When your hoof met nothing, it gave you pause.>Swiveling your head briefly to confirm, you could already feel the frown bloom.>And then, a godawful raspy voice shouted right in your ear.>"UP AND AT 'EM, BUTTERBALL!">You winced.
"Rainbow Dash. I wasn't aware the pride parade was in town.">Sure enough, the blue cunt was flapping there behind you.>"Twi told me all about your problem and asked me to do something to help. So starting today, I'm going to be your personal coach!">Yeah, nah. Not happening.
"Thanks, but no thanks. Don't you have a dyke bar to go to instead?">You turned and reached for your bag of chips.>…They vanished in a blue blur.>You snapped your head over at the pegasus, teeth gritted.>She casually bounced the bag of delectable treats in her hooves.>"First things first, I'll also be serving your dietician. You're eating WAY too much to be good for you, tubby.">A rainbow blur filled the room, and when it ceased, all of your snacks were gone!
"Hey! I was eating!">"Yeah. That's the problem. If you weren't sitting on your fat flanks all day and were active enough to burn off all those calories, then we wouldn't be having this problem."
"Hey, fuck you!">"No thanks. No matter much as you keep saying it, I don't swing that way. Now get up! Let's get those hooves moving!">You just sat there, scrunching in displeasure at her.>"You wanna be that way? Fine!">She swooped down and hooked her hooves around you.>"I'll just dr--oof. Man, you really ARE heavy. I'll just drag you outside myself!">With that, Rainbow Dash flew toward the door, your back hooves dragging along the floor the entire way.>All of Ponyville must have heard the ree of disapproval, especially as the pegasus started making you run.>It was a bad day.
Not more of my alicorn filly story, but an idea I had to get out.
Speaking of alicorn fillies…>>189687
Fukkin' saved! Nice pic!Now back to thinking up more stuff to write for Celestia's little sunshine.
Do you have a pastebin or something where I can read your alicorn filly story, Anon?
Made an updated one since you asked.https://pastebin.com/FhJ47QyB
Previous one was all the way back at the end of August, apparently. That's quite a way back!
>Pony TF General google doc
Certainly not the one in the OP.
Where do you think you are, my friend?
Eh. Whatever. Can't scrape together two fucks to rub together to care about the dick fencing antics I've seen. I hope whoever finds it through there at least enjoys.
You take a seat right next to Daring and lean in close so you can whisper into her ear.
"Didn't realize you were into that kind of thing. That's actually pretty kinky."
She giggles and whispers back to you, earning you some intrigued looks from the rest of your friends (and mother) at the table.
>"Yeah, you know me. I always like making cunts dripping wet. You know, you said on the train that you wanted to fool around in a hotel in Dodge. But then you went and decided to crash out, leaving me high and dry. What gives?"
"We both spent practically all day walking, and you wanted to have sex? Even if I hadn't fallen asleep, I would have completely lost the mood."
>"Hey, I was up for it. And you know you don't need to be that energetic as a sub."
"Okay, and have you forgotten also the fact that we were sleeping in the same room as my adoptive mother? That kind of throws a wrench into the whole thing."
You notice Blossom trying to lean in.
>"What are you two whispering about?"
Commit Deathpacito my dude
"UFOs have landed and the end times are near. Soon we will all be replaced by cybernetic abominations."[ 1d100 = 33 ]
Considering how most of /mlp/ faggots are seen as basement dwelling neckbeards i can see that happening, kek
Having to survive Dash would be a torture though, coach or no coach
i don't know, discordfilly seemed to be setting up something quite well with his to do with the background, and keep in mind that for the longest time lone had that 'hybrid cyoa' message at the top of his pastebin, a mentality i imagine he still retains. in any case, i really don't see them being that bad unless they only loosely rely on past events with the focus being on appeasing the faggot who posted a meme and somehow managed to get a 97.
>>188540>Be Anonfilly>Things were shaping up to be bad>Lyra had shut the doors to the balcony from the inside and shoved you into the hallway>From your prostate vantage point, you could see her mane had gotten frizzier and eyes were now wide with a feral glee
"So, uh… you wanna search this castle for clues?">"No, no, that wouldn't work. It's too late, the feds will be here soon. We need to figure out how to weaken the Princesses, rather than expose them."
"…any ideas?" you asked timidly
>"This castle is one of their alicornish strongholds… could we destroy it? … No, no, how are we supposed to do that?">Lyra turned her head to you, and only now did you truly know fear, as if an anchor had been dropped from your stomach into the depths of Tartarus>Her twitching, oversized eyes were filled with a wild bloodlust reserved for serial killers and communists>"…You have a lot of connections to the Princesses. There's a big chance you'll be an alicorn someday, and that'd only make them stronger. Yes, that's it… and even not, it'll be a little bit of justice for all the ponies the princesses harm with-"
"Woah! Woah! Don't do something you'll regret! Worst comes to worst you'll go to jail for kidnapping, but if you kill me Twiggles will send you to the Shadow Zone.">"…Twiggles?" she asked obliviously>Maybe you could use her ignorance against her; she didn't see your cards>"Oh, you know, most powerful being in Equestria, one who is above the affairs of mortals such as you. Do you want to know why she took me in, and not one of the countless other needy foals?">You see Lyra's eyes brighten at the thought that you were going to give her give her valuable information
"Because I offer her something nopony else can. A student worthy of her notice." you state with an air of boldness, thrusting your fluffly lil' chest out
"For I am Anonymous, Master of the Runic Ciphers, Invoker of the Triumvirate Sigils, Scholar of the Ancient Mysteries, Summoner of All Eidolons, and I will NOT be inhibited by some boorish hick! Flee, as my patience runs thin and mind grows heinous!!" >For a second Lyra stands in shock, as if she actually believed you>But of course nobody would take this seriously coming from a smol filly>"Trying to decieve me, huh? You might be one of (((them))) already. Well, maybe I won't feel so bad about this after all."
>>189836>prostate vantage point
I guess Anon's not a filly any more…
Who will be the lucky mare to receive Anon's progeny in a one-time offer?
Probably another Anonfilly. Gotta do your part for the continuation of the race.
It could be a genetic cloning experiment.
"If I'm going to tell you about the adventure of my life - explain how I got to this place with these people, and why I did what I'm going to do next - I should probably start by explaining a little bit about PipBucks.
"What is a PipBuck? A PipBuck is a device, worn on a foreleg just above the hoof, issued to every pony in a Stable when they become old enough to start work. A blending of unicorn pony magic and science, your PipBuck will keep a constant measure of your health and even help administer healing poultices and other medicine, track and organize everything in your saddlepacks, assist in repairs, and keep all manner of notes and maps available at a hooftap. Plus, it allows you to listen to the Stable broadcast whenever you would like as it can tune into and decrypt just about any radio frequency. And that's not all. A pony's PipBuck generates an E.F.S. (Eyes-Forward Sparkle) that will indicate direction and help gauge whether the ponies or creatures around you are hostile. And, perhaps most impressively, a PipBuck can magically aid you in a fight for brief periods of time through the use of the S.A.T.S. (Stable-Tec Arcane Targeting Spell). Oh, and a feature not to be forgotten: it can keep track of the location of tagged objects or people, including the wearers of other PipBucks. So if a pony somehow got lost - don't ask me how you could get lost in a Stable, but it does happen on occasion - then anypony who knew the lost pony's tag could find them instantly.
"It can even be made to glow like a lamp.
"So yes, PipBucks really are a testament to unicorn pony arcane science. And yes, having a PipBuck is a big advantage. So with how wonderful and miraculous all that just sounded, it's hard to impress upon ponies who never lived in a Stable just how ordinary, how pedestrian,
a PipBuck was in the eyes of the ponies living in Stable Two. And why I was disappointed to have one as my cutie mark.
"Every pony in Stable Two had a PipBuck. All that stuff I mentioned? Most ponies don't even use half of that. They just used it to tune into the Stable broadcast - listening to the sweet, sweet voice of Velvet Remedy in the evenings or the latest school singing competitions during the day. The Stable had two soccer leagues, one which allowed S.A.T.S. and one which prohibited it. Otherwise, most ponies paid their PipBucks almost no attention at all. The Overmare issues each pony their own PipBuck on the day of their Cutie Mark Party - usually a day or two after you get the mark on your flanks that tells everypony what makes you special, what you're destined to be good at. Once it shows, the Overmare knows what work to assign you; you know your place in the Stable. So no, I was not thrilled that what made me special was something that everypony had, which was a lot like being told I wasn't special at all. Sure, getting a PipBuck as my cutie mark could have meant I was destined to become an awesome PipBuck repair filly or something, but in reality it was like getting a cutie mark of a cutie mark.
"Didn't help that I was the last pony to get her cutie mark. Not surprising in retrospect. Kinda tough to find out what you're supposed to be good at when what you're supposed to be good at is something you don't get until you've found what you're supposed to be good at. So, I tried everything. I even tried to invent new things. As a unicorn pony myself, my innate magics allow me a level of fine manipulation that earth ponies don't enjoy. Any pony can hold a key in their teeth and open a lock, but using multiple tools in a very delicate operation? That requires precision levitation. So I decided to learn to pick locks with a bobby pin and screwdriver. And I was even getting pretty good at it. Unfortunately, it didn't get me my cutie mark. It just got me into trouble.
"I even, to my humiliation, went through the C.A.T. (Cutie-mark Aptitude Test) in the hopes it would guide me to what made me special. But no. My C.A.T. was utterly average, with only marginally higher scores in a couple areas, indicating that I might be suited for work as a PipBuck Technician or Stable Loyalty Inspector. Two options, I should note, that were even less impressive when you considered that it was generally expected that unicorn ponies would go into either technical or administrative work. That is, except for the unicorn ponies who are natural artists, like Velvet Remedy. As I said before, our inherent magic allows us the sort of fine manipulation that technical work demands. Likewise, the Overmare and her government were always unicorn ponies. It is the Overmare's unicorn magic, after all, that creates the false sunlight used to grow our underground apple orchard. And while our apples might not look like those beautiful red things in the old books, they are what keeps up alive.
"It was only because they let me try my hooves at both positions that I gained access to a PipBuck before receiving my own, otherwise I might never
have gotten my cutie mark.
"Oh, my name is LittlePip. Go figure. I was given the name because I was the youngest and the smallest, and even my mother had the good sense not to call me "Pipsqueak." (Not that I don't love her, but when a filly's cutie mark is a glass of hard apple cider…) Anyways, funny how names like that turn out sometimes.
"Pleased to meet you. Here is my story…" [ 1d100 = 57 ]
I want to ride around on Twilight's backOr in a chest carrier
I fucked up fillies. Also *deceive>>189867
I think everyone here does.
Not saying they re bad, just miss the self driven format and was trying to get others to try their hand at writing something tbh
I miss the self-driven format too tbhunfortunately I'd never be able to do anything about that myself because of my severe confidence issues
Start with shorts. Pick some random idea and just write. Post anonymously. Not much pressure.
Here's a list of prompts to getcha started:>Comfy cuddles, ears and belly rubs by another Anon.>Filly gets ahold of some shrooms, hilarity ensues.>Filly convinces other fillies to whitewash Twilight's fence for her ala Tom Sawyer>Filly goes fishing and reels in a river monster, maiming and horror ensue>Filly snowball fight>Fillies playing Maretal Kombat together huddled around a vidya box>Filly reeing that she wanted tendies
>You just shut your eyes as you feel the first strike.>Really, what the hell can you do?>Anything besides just accepting it could jeopardize what you’re here to do.>She shakes you wildly while your brain hibernates.>Pulling yourself into your own mind, the pain seems to fade into a dull, weird feeling.>Tears leave your eyes, but you don’t sob like she’s clearly expecting.>A disappointed expression crawls over her face because of it, and she quickly sets you on the ground.>”Just go, get out of my sight and think about what you’ve done.”>You do just that, at a pace quick enough to be hurried, but not enough to show just how eager you are to.>Now outside the room, you silently make your way through the halls.>Only about halfway, you remember your job, and so you look around at your surroundings in a brand new light.>Exits, surveillance, spots to hide…>You’re left lost in thought until a new noise enters your ears.>Well, noises, and more specifically, squeaky filly noises.>It seems you’ve made it for breakfast.>Though you did already eat…>-Though though, it’s not like you’re here for the food…>More time to draw the place out like this would be nothing but beneficial.>Though, maybe pushing to get help from your fellow fillies could prove more useful…>Assuming they’ll listen, at least…
Choice: reconnaissance or recruitment
Roll for outcome
Recuitment [ 1d20 = 8 ]
Watch me save your roll![ 1d20 = 8 ]
"Blossom… if I'm going to tell you about the adventure of my life, explain how I got to this place with these people, and why I did what I'm going to do next - I should probably start by explaining a little bit about PipBucks. What is a-"
"What do you mean, nope? I was just about to get to the best part."
>"Whatever tangent you're about to go off on, it's probably super boring. I'm just going to assume you and Daring were talking about taxes."
"You're no fun."
>"I'm plenty of fun, you're the boring one."
"No, you're boring!"
A sexy white unicorn waitress levitating plates of pancakes over to your table interrupts your argument. It's really hard to get into a filly fight over silly things when there's fluffy, sugary deliciousness right front of your face. As soon as the plate touches the table, you immediately set to drenching it in blueberry syrup and start chomping down on it. Without a fork, of course, since you're a horse.
This makes your face incredibly sticky from the syrup, which you proceed to lick off. Okay, you might be pigging out a little bit, but this is real food. Food that's clearly good for horses, why else would your mommy buy it for you? Wait, did you just call her mommy? You're starting to wonder if you're getting too used to your new life.
Kek, let me try.[ 1d20 = 9 ]
Absolutely nothing to worry about. Now continue to enjoy these pony pancakes your pony mom ordered for you, a young, female pony. Pony. [ 1d100 = 78 ]
So I guess we're allowed to roll again if it's for the other option?
If so, for reconnaissance: [ 1d20 = 19 ]
Filly also don't like baths, so this Petri dish is already over-contaminated.
Congratulations, Filly! You made the gay.
Embrace the mommy issues and ask Momma Velvet if she's got anything else in mind to do around town before they leave. [ 1d100 = 95 ]
Filly summons the Dorito Pope
Hell no. If I don't get lewded what's the point? If anything I'd just have to sit and watch her bringing home a bunch of random stallions every night, basically I'd be getting momcucked.
>>190082>the thought of listening to your mom moan as she's pounded hard in the room next door doesn't turn you on
What is wrong with you?
No thots allowed. Even mom thots.
Wouldn't being momcucked mean that your mom was raising other kids/foals instead of you?
Nah, Twiggles basically works for the government. She'd have to fuck up a lot worse than tax fraud to piss of Celestia enough to let her get jail time.
Would Twilight even need to pay taxes? She's a princess, so who would she going to pay? Celestia? Herself?
Not all momfus are Twiggles. Lots of fillies want a thicc erf pone mare who streams her plot on Twitch on her days off.
>>190117>Not all momfus are Twiggles
Yeah, if you're some sort of faggot they aren't.
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Did my best. Also, hellgrammite.
Looks better, good work!
Legs might be a little short, but the width is much better. Could even be a little wider.
Another thing is how the thigh wraps all the way up to the back, which makes it look like it's attached weirdly. Usually it only goes up halfway or so.
I legitimately thought that was the sun in the background. Can't unsee now.
You know what? Fuck it. For all intents and purposes, she is your mommy. Might as well own up to it. You savor every bite of the delicious pancakes and then get out of your seat to give her a giant hug as thanks for the meal.
"You're the best, mama."
She giggles a bit and returns the hug.<<"Aww, thanks Anon. Now come on girls, we've got a train to catch."
"Is there anything else we should check out in town before we leave?"<<"Oh there's a few places that would be rather nice to visit, but I'm afraid we don't have much time. It's an early train. Now come on, let's go."
Not wanting to make your mama worry, you leave the hotel with the upmost expedience, and after a short walk, find yourself at the train station. When you get there, the train is already boarding. You try not to think too much about what would happen if you had missed it. At least you hadn't been foolish enough to leave anything in the hotel…
And after a brief bit of worry, that thought subsides. You never brought anything from Ponyville to begin with! Twilight did, but you're not her keeper, and you're going to assume she's taking care of her- oh hey, she's wearing her saddlebags. Nevermind.
You make your way onto the train, and then relax - cuddled up right next to Mama Velvet.
i wish to gas the filly
Threadly reminder that having lesbian moms means twice the gas.
>Filler make drug lmao
tl;dr no update to ight soz
That sounds like it'd get old very quickly.
If some faggot is going to bone my mom every night, I'd rather just have a dad.
I-it's totally up to interpretation…
Hmm… I think I can predict what comes next, and it rhymes with 'blessed feeding'[ 1d100 = 90 ]
AllNighter, you fucked up again. Methfilly only has one story, check the pastebins.
Whatever happened to the green where filly was adopted by Lyra and BonBon?
It's dead, just like 90% of the stuff in the archive doc…
This only makes sense with the pointy pony style.
Still nice, though.
Boosting for milkies[ 1d100 = 32 ]
Literally anything but this [ 1d100 = 72 ]
Is Twilight gonna give back my benis? if not then whats the point?
M O M M Y I S S U E S
What the buck did you just bucking say about me, you little mud pony? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Erf SEALS (Super Equestrian Amorous Love Squad), I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Saddle Arabia and I have over 300 confirmed hugs. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top booper in the entire Equestrian hoofed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the buck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this planet, mark my bucking words. You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me over the Interneigh? Think again, bucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the country and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your snuggle virginity. You’re bucking cuddled, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can hug you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hooves. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed cuddling, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Royal Equestrian Snuggle Corps and I will use it to its full extent to cuddle your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you knewn what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your bucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will pour love all over you and you will drown in it. You’re bucking dead, kiddo. You're bucking dead! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
She's got red on her.
The eyes bug me a bit. They seem off.
Lack of the whites probably?
That's a nice shade of blue
something something teal, something something ree
>Sneaking past the cafeteria, you move out into the hallway before you.>Maybe trying to convince a bunch of fillies you’ll save them the first day you come back ISN’T such a good idea.>Not to mention you aren’t really the talking type…>And a topic like that’d garner a lot of attention really quickly.>Kind of a good thing you thought about it some more, wew…>On the way you pass a bathroom, where you grab a bit of toilet paper and hide it in your mane.>Helps having all this poofy hair, Ponk was a smart horse.>Was only because who knows where she is right now?>Equestria could be falling as you think, and you’d never even know it…>Shaking your head clear, you map out the hallways in your head, transferring them to the paper when you have the chance too.>It’s super empty and quiet, it weirds you out.>Makes you wonder why the headmare ain’t walking around, but you don’t care enough to want to find out.>So you walk around, mapping out everything that isn’t locked, which is literally JUST the hallways.>Though you find something special on the way, a vent that goes who knows where, the screws holding in the grate long gone, aside from a single, rusty one.>You peek inside, but you can’t see anything other than it going up.>THAT you might need some help with…>After a good thirty minutes, you’ve got a detailed chicken scratch of the basic layout of the place.>All that’s missing is the outside and all the rooms connected in the hallway.>With a prideful sigh, you stuff the map in your mane again and head back down to the cafeteria.>Fillies are filing out finally, forced to by the routine set up.>Recess should be in an hour, for now everyone’s going to the barracks.>So, you’ve got an hour to kill at the moment.>What could you do?
Choices: Report (to Anon), recruit, or rest
(Resting forfeits half a day, but guarantees a critical success in any situation it’s used. They cannot be stacked.)
(And yes, escaping IS time sensitive.)
Roll for outcome.
Rest. You'll need your energy for recess.[ 1d20 = 16 ]
>>190249>Not wanting to rest your head against your momfu's plump, toned plot and fall asleep as she sings you a lullaby
Why are you even in this thread?
You want milk - mother's milk. It's something you've never had straight from the tap, and that depresses you. Sure, your current body may be 12 years old, which is a bit too old to be sucking on your adoptive mother's tits, but so be it! There's only one problem: you have no access.
A mare's breasts, unlike a woman's, are much closer to her belly and crotch than to her chest. Regardless of their placement, however, they are not exposed when she is sitting down. Despite the invention of chairs and benches, ponies seem to prefer laying somewhat on their belly than to awkwardly sit on their flanks like some sort of bipedal freak. And so it is that you find yourself resting your head on the barrel of Mama Velvet, contemplating how to obtain milk from the teats that seem to be exposing themselves exclusively to the seat below you.
You could, of course, just ask. In fact, it would probably seem improper to just start suckling for milk and explain away later. And yet somehow you find this difficult. How would you even word such a question? Hello mama can I suck on your tits? No, that sounds too crass. Can I have some milk? She would likely interpret that as cow's milk. There's just no right way to ask this sort of question. Maybe you could wait until she's asleep? You'll leave that idea in the back of your head. If you wait until you get home to do it, you'd have to be very sneaky, somehow managing to not wake up Twilight, Shining Armor, Cadance, and Night Light. You'll need a plan.
Those plans will have to wait, however, as you find yourself suddenly interrupted by Blossom taking a seat right next to you.
>"Anon, I'm soooooo booooooooored. Entertain me!"
"I'm thinking of a number between one and one billion."[ 1d100 = 94 ]
Sing the entire score of the HMS Pinafore [ 1d100 = 53 ]
Who's that other pony?
Good job, you're definitely improving. Since I see promise in you, I decided to do another edit:
1.) It seems that if your filly is in freefall, her mane and tail should be up
2.) Made the eyes a bit biiger; particularly the pupils, which should be bigger than dots
3.) Made the torso less of a square by curving the top and bottom, reduced the neck size by pushing the chest out
Drinking scotch right now to ease a cough. Nice!
What if you still got to keep your strength after turning into a filly? Would you trick other ponies into giving you their money by betting you could beat them in hoof wrestling?
Someone need to make a 4channel anonfilly
"Well, I WAS going to tell you the story of Littlepip the Lightbringer before you so rudely interrupted me back in Dodge Junction. But, like you said, you probably would have found it boring, anyways. Nothing exciting about guns, mutated monsters, crazed murderous psychopaths, and explosions, anyhow." [ 1d100 = 100 ]
Not bad for critique, but I believe that Filly is underwater there (see the bubbles).
MLP often displays shock with shrunken pupils and iris, so both would get smaller together. It might look strange because only the pupils were smaller. Larger pupils depicts "interest", I think.
Lone did this earlier>>189576
I don't care if you rolled a 100, Todd, I'm still not buying Fallout 76.
So was the filly Tracer this whole time?
No u, I'll sleep first if I want to
Won't be that when you wake up having been pranked by the prank patrol
You're so waking up in a wet bed faget, as long as the warm water hoof thing works
Y-yeah. It was the warm water. Good prank, guys. Ha ha.
That's just mean though, plus if you take away the water before they wake up they'll just think they wet the bed
Okay this is good so far, we should keep making her wet the bed everynight, but what else can we do to make thus prank even better
I'm liking these ideas we'll soon be inside filly's head but why stop there, instead of making it look like she is suckling it, we'll put her hoof in her mouth till she starts to unconsciously suck it out of habit
Good idea. With enough time, she may even start doing it during the day.
W-why was this a reply to the critique?
Fuck replied to wrong post. Meant for >>190427
As someone who is not very knowledgeable about filly artists, may I ask who is the faggot doing Cuntertale art?
Whelp. Time for another genocide run.
Mind posting an art from them if you can?
Oh shit, that guy!? Fuck!
Is it just me, or does this new shit seem soulless compared to his normal filly art?
Oh fuck you, that isn't another fucking Undertale joke, is it?
And if it isn't, yeah… seems like the fucker is selling out to the derpiniggers.
It genuinely wasn't an Undertale joke. All I know about the game is that's it's furshit garbage with an okay but overhyped soundtrack.
Ah, fair enough. A large part of the plot in undertale involves gay anime tropes with souls though, so…
I didn't know that, so you could be forgiven for thinking it was a joke.
I unironicly like the game.
Don't get me wrong, it's not a poorly made or bad game. It's just kind of bait for tumblrniggers, doesn't mean you're at fault for enjoying it.
It was a good game that attracted a poor community. Not uncommon.
You’re here too
That makes you gay by association, hah
But Anonfilly is a Girl
What was the purpose of showing the first pic?
The only example that actually applies in the first pic is the quote from Leviticus, which is repeated in the second pic anyway
The rest are about incest, bestiality, adultery, etc.
Also, mind you, the condemnation of bestiality condemns all us horsefuckers as well
I've thought bestiality only applies with lower animals, like those without full sapience.
Read through Leviticus 20:15 again
It would be far simpler to post a quote for those of us who don't own a bible.
I doubt anyponer will fuck ever a real horse.
Then, there is no sin committed.
No need to get defensive poner.
Do Blacks Count As Animals?
Actually they are subhumans.
They are in the middle between a human and a beast.
>>190487That's just what happens with Christcucks, occasionally.
Let's try turning the current discussion into a filly discussion: would it make more sense for the filly (not you filly or me filly, but THE filly) to be Christian or Pagan?
Frog Filly A COOT!
She would be an ironic Atheist fedora tipper.
She Would Be an Unironic Buddhist
Okay so she is wetting the bed, probably on her own at this point, and is now sucking her hoof day and night, obviously twilight is going to notice at some point but what else can we do to prank this filly
Anonfilly going to school because of Twilight!
Anonfilly not making any friends because of high functioning autism!
Anonfilly sitting in the playground alone!
Anonfilly surrounded by chad colts behind the school building!
Anonfilly getting railed mercilessly for half an hour!
Anonfilly being called a liar when she runs home and tells Twilight!
Anonfilly being sent to bed early with no dinner!
Anonfilly crying herself to sleep!
Don't panic, longer writefaggotry will come. I'll develop some sort of balance system for the two stories very soon, but for now just sit tight.>>188453>Connection terminated.>Twilight is staring at you as your eyes open.>"Can you-">You try to move.
"Nope.">"Well, might as well make the process more enjoyable for both of us then…">You're hoisted onto her back once again.>"I think I might have a solution…">You're definitely not going to like this one, sounds like a last resort.>"You might not like it, it's practically a last resort. I don't exactly like it either, but I'll do it because I love you.">Either that or morbid curiosity. You'd probably put your money on the latter, actually.>"Just tell me if you need to go, and I'll make it happen, alright? Your… punishment is in poor taste for what we're going for."
"Alright. Where are we off to?">"Heh, would you look at that. Two train tickets to anywhere, given to me for one of my worldsaving adventures. Well, if we were to teleport, I'd simply have no chance to use these, and what a shame that would be!"
"What the fuck is up? You snort some coke while you were drilling into my back?">"Well, it's going to be a long ride. I can read you a book if you want me to, plenty of choices. Just give me one.">Input action.
That some sort of Undertale reference?
50 Shades of Grey[ 1d100 = 54 ]>>190490
A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy[ 1d100 = 33 ]
The King in Yellow [ 1d100 = 3 ]
this makes my iron the big iron.
Mein kampf[ 1d100 = 2 ]
"Well, I WAS going to tell you the story of Littlepip the Lightbringer before you so rudely interrupted me back in Dodge. But like you said, you probably would have found it boring anyways."
>"It's gotta be more interesting than staring out the window at endless desert for several hours."
"It has guns, mutated monsters, crazy murderous psychopaths, and explosions. It is absolutely more boring than the dry old desert."
>"Alright, alright, you can tell me."
"Who says I want to now?"
>"I mean, I could always just decide to pass the time by singing a lovely rendition of the classic tune, 'I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves' for 1500 stanzas."
"…Well played, Blossom. Well played."
You proceed to recent an abridged version of a good portion of Fallout: Equestria, up to around the point where Littlepip makes it to Canterlot. As you tell the story, you seem to attract a bit of a crowd of ponies on the train who, though unable to understand many of the references due to their complete lack of exposure to modern technology, nonetheless seem enthralled in the post-apocalyptic Equestrian hellscape that you are plagiarizing to pass the time.
Despite the fact that your story was abridged, there was still enough details to carry you all the way through until dinner comes around. At this point, you feel unable to keep talking. Your jaw feels as if it's going to fall off, and it becomes difficult to even chew through your beet, lettuce, and tomato sandwich. You end up chewing it very slowly, and then sort of passing out into a half asleep state for the rest of the train ride. This is probably for the better, since the train arrives in Ponyville in the middle of the night.
You feel somewhat groggy as you step off onto the platform of the Ponyville station.
Past Sins[ 1d100 = 18 ]
Well, odds are, we might have just given an idea to a writer pony to create a version of Fallout: Equestria for this universe, either that or we could totally cash in on the idea someday. Yay for plagiarism! Anyways, Mama Velvet's back is probably looking like a really comfy pillow to us right now. Let's ask her to give us a ponyback for the ride home. [ 1d100 = 34 ]
Is there any way to drug her so that she can't move on her own anymore? Or one that prevents her from talking like a downy?
Twilight hasn't noticed yet? Must be one sneaky filly.
What we could do is push filly out of bed at night so twilight has no choice but to put bars on her bed, maybe we could mix some lax and a light sedative into her meals? You know for the prank…
Yeah, for the prank…
you know what else would be funny, lets replace all of fillies clothes!
Who said anything about diaperfags
Guess Rarity's going out of business
Keyword is need. There's a reason the only tailor in Ponyville is a high end business
not me. Who else underagb& here?
Is it literally impossible to have a day without the topic of piss or diapers in this general?
The fuck do you expect? Lone's either a major fucking cocksock or a diaperfag, ASS has admitted it gets him off, Nore and Skitter have that shit as their entir schtick, not to mention all of the faggots pushing for more fetish one-shots whenever somebody brings up aspiring writefaggotry…
You can't really avoid em,' man.
I know that feel. Good luck
I think people are doing it for the (You)s now.
So you end up stressing over winter break? That sucks.
Professors are encouraged not to give assignments during dead week, so of course they all do it. Ain't it lovely?
You're new here, aren't you?
"Mein Kampf.">"I don't recall seeing that one."
"Uh, the King in Yellow?">"It's in Canterlot."
"Past Sins?">"Never heard of it.">You'd physically kick yourself right now for not blowing your money on the physical copy when you had the chance if you could.>Ironically, of course.
"The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy?">"I don't know, I've read that one rather recently…">You're a bit bummed at that one, so you pull out your trump card.
"Fifty Shades of Grey!">"Alright, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy it is.">You grin to yourself.>You can see Twilight visibly twitching as she gathers up toiletries and the like.>You have no idea where she's taking you, but if Twilight doesn't like it…>Best get comfy while you can, at least.>Despite it being a bit late in the evening, your day of sleep has left you feeling energized.>Now if only you had a reasonable outlet for that energy…>Before she heads out the door, Twilight stops for a second.>Taking a long hoodie out of her bag, she covers her wings and as much of her cutie marks as she can with it.>After a soft bout of cursing, she returns with a pair of sweat pants and slips them on.>"I need you to call me 'Mommy' on the train, alright? I have no idea who could be watching and I don't want them to know I'm leaving the castle unguarded."
"Alright, Mommy.">She ruffles your mane a bit at that.>"Just do what I say and you should be back to your old self in no time, alright?"
"O-okay…">"Unfortunately, I do need to hide you. Well, at least until we can get to the train car."
"Where?">"Just… tap the back of my neck if you get stuck in a position where you have trouble breathing.">Before you can even protest or question her, you'r underneath her hoodie and next to her neck.>Seems to you like she was being a bit paranoid, just so long as you keep your muzzle down you have plenty of room to breath through one of the leg holes.>And see.>As Twi sets off, you try to enjoy the freshly fallen snow as best you can from your vantage point.>Few hoofprints mark it, it's likely too frigid of a night for any but the most dedicated to be out.>After all, you do feel pinpricks of cold on your back where snowflakes hit the hoodie.>You find yourself nestling a bit into the soft fur on her neck.>Though you still can't say you trust her after all of the shit she did to you, everything recently has been so intimate…>And you truly have been scared, why not play the part of a scared little foal?>It's clearly what she wants from you, after all.>And playing along is what lets you live comfortably.>In any case, you do always have a last resort under your bed.>At this point though, you doubt it'll be used on Purple.>You hear a bit of protest from the ticket stand operator, seemingly after Twilight showed him her ascended form of the frequent flyer miles program.>Eventually though, you're allowed through.>A click is audible, and then you let out a slight squeak as you feel yourself slipping a bit.>Another click is heard and the ambient sound of the snow is drowned out in favor of the hum of a heater.>Finally, the hoodie is removed and you are allowed to slide onto the floor.>You look around at the rather plush insides of a sleeper car.>Twilight seems to read your mind.>"We won't be departing for another two hours, plus it gives us quite a bit of privacy."
"I wanna jump on the- oh, right…">She gives you a sad smile.>"On the way back, sweetie. You want me to go ahead and lay you down?"
"Y-yeah…">To your surprise, Twilight gets in the bed after she positions you.
"T-there are two beds, you know…">"Oh trust me, I'm well aware.">You hear the sound of levitation.>"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea…">…>"Are we taking the robot with us? Said Ford, looking with distaste at Marvin, who was standing in an awkward hunched posture in the corner under a small palm tree.">The train's wheels begin to slowly move as Twilight slips a receipt into the lofty tome she holds.>You're so happy you have the complete set.>Well, Twilight has the complete set you guess now.>Don't panic.>"I think I'll save the rest of this for tomorrow."
"Come on…">"Trust me, you'll want your rest for what's coming."
"But-">She pats your tail with a wing.>"No butts. You need your sleep, I need mine, and the book will still be here when we wake up."
"Fine…">"Don't act so dejected, do you have any idea how many stallions would kill to sleep with me?"
"Well, I'm not exactly in any condition to tongue-">Your tongue is held gently but firmly with an aura.>"I don't think you want to finish that sentence.">You simply give the best nod you can.>"Good. And for your little screw-up back there, you get to be the little spoon…"
"Implying you weren't already slated to make me that in the first place.">"I- fuck you too.">You let out a chuckle.>Well, more of a high-pitched giggle.>But the chuckle was your intention.>It's all lost when she wraps her forelegs around you though.>In your immobile state, all you can do is let out a soft 'ree' as her wings follow, sitting just at the position to tickle your nostrils.
"A-achoo!">You can feel her smirk from up here.
"F-fuck off…">You feel your eyes slowly gaining weight as the motion of the train and your soft surroundings make you feel almost contented.>"I love you, Anon."
"Y-you too…">…>No dreams.>You awaken to the slightly jarring brakes of the train.>It's still dark, early morning you suspect.>"Ah, morning sugarcube. What do you want me to wrangle you up from the breakfast bar?">Her Applejack imitation is atrocious, but that's probably the intent.
Quite literally exactly the character limit, didn't even have space for the action prompt.
"A cup of black coffee and a few cyanide tablets. Failing that, how about a croissant?"
forgot the fucking roll…[ 1d100 = 45 ]
Full English, hold the tomato [ 1d100 = 3 ]
Whelp time to go an hero
From the fiery depths of dead-writefag-land, I return with a vengeance!https://pastebin.com/cCMbArUP
>As you hit the mirror, your instincts expect a hard surface.>Instead it feels like jumping into a pool.>Only that pool is standing on its side.>And its a pool of acid tearing at your flesh.>Even so, its surprisingly painless yet thrilling.>Your vision is taken over by a swirling myriad of colors.>Your body feels like its falling apart and being put back together.>As soon as the sensation began, it ends and you find yourself tumbling forward.>You put your hooves in front to catch yourself, but you end up rolling on the pavement.>You find yourself on your back looking up at the lightly clouded sky, a mix of dizziness, pain, and confusion swirling in your head.
"Ugh… what the fuck?">You lay there for a second to get your bearings.>What the hell just happened?>Are you home?>You look down at your body to confirm your suspicion: You are still the filly.>You push yourself up to rest on your haunches, and take note of your surroundings.>The backdrop of quaint homes and a lightly clouded blue sky piques your interest though.>With the soft rolling hills in the distance, they look almost cartoonish, almost too serine to be realistic.>Where are you?>behind you is a large maroon brick building with tall glass windows.>The white accents give it a nice touch.>Is this a school?>You look back to where the portal here presumably was>It seems you came through the base of the statue, but the statue is missing.>But that only briefly catches your attention before you notice her.>A girl.>Not a pony.>A real girl.>As in, human.>But something is off.>She's standing next to the statue, shoulders drooped forward with her arms dangling to the side.>Eyes wide and mouth hanging open, she stares at you.>You can't help but stare back.>A gentle breeze gently wafts her red and yellow hair.>Now that you think about it, it reminds you of…
"Sunset Shimmer?">"Wha… I…">You furrow your brow.
"What the hell is going on? You look a lot like that bacon hair horse.">She doesn't move or respond.>Now it all makes sense.>When you saw her at the castle, then in Canterlot.>She must be Twilight's Earth-side operative or something.>You stand up, rolling your neck and shoulders to make sure they still work.>You realize just how small you are as the woman towers over you.>You aren't even as tall as her knees.
"Hello?">You wave a hoof trying to get her attention.>She finally blinks a few times, and seems to regain control of her body, running her fingers through her hair as stress takes over her features.>"What… how is this possible? Every pony that has ever come through the portal has become human on this side. Is there something wrong with the magic?">Her external monologue only moderately helps your own confusion.>You trot over to her and poke her shin with a hoof.
"You're Sunset Shimmer, right?">Your inquiry breaks her from her self induced trance, and she hesitates before nodding.
"Can you tell me what the hell is going on?">She looks both ways, and kneels down to you.>"I don't know whats going on. You were supposed to come through the portal human, at least that's how it works for me.">That doesn't answer your main question though.
"Where are we? Is this Earth?">"Earth?">She hesitates, which worries you.>"This is Canterlot."
"Canterlot? What the hell?!">You raise your squeaky voice, and she shushes you while looking over her shoulder.>"Don't yell, someone might hear!"
"Fuck you!">You stomp your hooves in anger and defiance.>You don't know where you are, but it sure isn't home.>Something just seems off.>Not to mention, you're still a horse.>In your fit, you glance a person walking down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street.>All the other features evade you, because of his skin color.>It's blue.>And now that you think about it.. their heads.>Completely out of proportion.>And the eyes too.>What the fuck is this place?>You sit back on your haunches and rub your face with your hooves in a strained manner.
"This… is bullshit.">At this point, you shouldn't be surprised by anything, no matter how bizarre it is.>But now, the question is what are you going to do?>"Hey… Anon?">You ignore her inquiry.>This place… It might be ok.>Maybe if you can become human again.>Even if you look like an extra terrestrial from 20th century pop culture.>Isn't that the whole point of everything you do right now?>She said it herself: She was a pony but became human.>Why are you different?>But then…why even stay here?
>You furrow your brow before making demands.
"Send me back. Now.">"I… Uh…">She still has that bewildered and confused look on her face.>You grow tired of it, and look back at the statue.>It must be the portal or something.>How clever.
"Fuck off you Ayy-lmao.">Without delay, you run as fast as your legs can carry you and jump into the side of the statue, which you assume is the portal.>As the unpleasant feeling of being sucked through a time space continuum assaults you, you find yourself tumbling to the ground again.>This time you actually recognize the intricate tiles before you faceplant into them.>With a meaty thud your face tries its best to become one with the floor.>At this point you don't care about the pain.>You don't care about anything really.>"Anon!">"Anonymous!">You hear Celestia and Twilight call out as you lay with your face on the floor, electing not to move.>They hastily clop over to you, and you feel a leg pulling you to your hooves.>Your eyes meet with Twilight, an unmistakable expression of concern on her face.>Her eyes are red and still moist.>Its obvious she was crying.>"Anon… w-"
"No. Fuck off.">You pull yourself away from her grip and slowly trot to the door.>You grit your teeth as you feel their eyes on your back.>The library is completely silent as you reach the door, pulling on it with tour magical grip.>You step through nonchalantly and turn to close the door, the eyes of the two regal ponies still watching you.>"Anon…">You ignore Twilight again and slowly push the door closed, staring back at them until the door breaks your gaze.>You stare until you hear the 'click' of the door shutting, and you turn and walk off.>You do think of running though.>The idea of running into the Everfree Forest or right off a cliff in ghastly gorge sounds appealing.>Appealing, but pointless.>Even if you tried, they would stop you.>So you just walk.>But you have no where to go.>Your brain feels like a scrambled egg.>There is no escape.>You will never go home.>You walk past the door to your room, but stop and turn back to it.>A hasty whisk of magic flings the door open and you trot in, slamming the door behind you with a hind kick.>You continue as you do the same to the bathroom door.>Strait for the shower.>You turn on the water to the shower and plop your rump on the shower floor, letting the water run over your mane and muzzle.>You don't care.>You don't bathe, you don't wash.>Just sitting there.>The trickling of the water down your body, the sound of it spattering on the shower wall, and the rising hot steam are comforting.>You honestly think you're in shock from the experience.>It was so close, you could practically taste it.>Home.>So close… it seemed.>It never really was there to begin with.>It infuriates you.>But should it?>Why did you even think it would be possible in the first place?>You fucking idiot.>You're just a stupid ass little filly.>Whatever masculinity you had before is gone, and its never coming back.>Hell, you don't even have a dick anymore.>Just a stupid little cunt, like the cunt you have become.>You grit your teeth and stomp your hooves, the water splashing to the sides before obeying the command of gravity to enter the drain.>You're never going to get it back, and you're always gonna be stupid.>Just a stupid>Little>Retarded
"FFFFIIIIILLLLLYYYYYYY!!!">You shout at the top of your lungs and with all the fury you can muster.>You violently stomp the shower floor, accenting each strike with expletives.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!">Of course being the filly, it comes out as intimidating as a white fluffy bunny.>Your impotent rage sends you over the edge, and you start bawling.>The wails of sorrow echo through the walls as you hang your head low.>Mucus drips from one of your nostrils, but you don't care to do anything about it.>You collapse unceremoniously onto the shower floor curling up into a fetal position, the water flowing around your form.>Nothing matters anymore.>Only death with give you release from this hell.>You wish you had jumped out the window before.>You're going to now.>"Anon?">Twilight must have followed you.>You didn't notice her before.>You force a reply between heavy sobs.
"Leave. me. alone.">"Anon, please just talk to me."
"NO!">You continue sobbing on the floor while Twilight remains silent.>Feathers suddenly wrap around your body and you are lifted off the floor.>The water runs over your forms as she sits with you on the floor.>She pulls you into a hug.>You move to resist but her words stop you.>"I'm sorry.">Sorry?
"For what?">Is she capable?>She stammers in thought, her face shifting while finding the words to say.>"For treating you the way I have. For not telling you about the portal. for…">She begins chocking up.>"…everything.">She sobs as the tears form in her eyes.>You would be lying if you said you weren't the least bit incredulous.>You look into her eyes as well as you can.>That look…>sadness, and regret.>It just seems so genuine.>This pony.>The first one you saw.>The one who scolded and reprimand you.>Who forced you to do dumb things like go to school.>The one who treated you like a child.>You thought she was the biggest cunt you had ever met.>You despised her with every fiber of your soul.>But now, looking into her eyes… into her soul.>You knew she was telling the truth.>And for some reason, it hurt.>Like you had never given her a chance.>You never tried to understand her or her motivations.>After all, even though these are all ponies…>They seem human on the inside.>And she was human too.>Just as much as you.
"M-me too.">you bury your face in her chest as the next wave of sobs starts up.>she hugs you just a little tighter as you both sob, the torrent of shower water having soaked her now as well as you.
>It's not long before the water gets cold, however.>You both gasp from the shock of it, and Twilight quickly turns the water off with a flicker of magic.>She simultaneously grabs several towels in her aura.>Breaking the embrace, she dries herself with a few and moves more to dry you before pausing.>"Oh… uh. You don't need my help, right?">You nod and grab the towel with your own aura, the color changing from purple to green.>After drying yourself, you follow Twilight out of the bathroom.>She turns to look back at you to you as you follow.>"So… can we talk?"
"Sure.">She sits on the bed and beckons you over.>Following suit, you hop onto the bed.>"Well… were to begin?"
"You could start by explaining why are you such a cunt?">She fumes for a second before calming herself.>"You know what? You're right, I have been.">She rubs her chin for a moment, no doubt jostling the thoughts in her head while you watch her intensely.>With elbows on her knees, she leans her head into her hooves, eyes focues on the floor.>"When you first arrived I didn't know what to think. For us, your mannerisms and behaviors were alien. I had no idea until you said that word.">That causes you to raise an eyebrow.
"What word?">she puts her hooves down, turns to you and looks you in the eyes.>"Human.">What?>The gears in your head start spinning.>"After the circumstances of your arrival and what what Celestia and I later learned, we thought that you might be from the other side. We thought you must have somehow made it through to this side."
"Ok?">She senses your skepticism and sighs.>"Having a portal to another universe in your castle isn't exactly something we like to publicize. Only a dozen or so ponies even know it exists. There have been… problems before, hence the secrecy.">you nod, and she seems to feel better having gotten that off her chest.>"So… why did you come back?"
"Lets just say it wasn't quite what I was looking for, and we'll just leave it at that.">Another thought hits you.
"While we're airing out your dirty laundry, what about all this 'mom' and 'adoption' stuff, what was that about?">"Honestly…">she grimaces.>"A stupid, stupid, STUPID idea. In retrospect I have no idea what I was thinking. It was crazy and selfish thinking that I'm even close to being prepared for such a role.">She starts shaking, a new wave of tears preparing to burst forth.>"And what's even worse, I tried to force you into it, disregarding your own circumstances in favor of my disgusting wish fulfillment.">The tears start flowing freely>And for some reason, you feel sorry for her.>Sure, you may be a dick most of the time, but even you can tell that the pain she is feeling is real.>You're frozen as she sits there and weeps>You honestly have no idea what to do>She's pretty much pouring her heart out to you>Part of you wants to tell her to get fucked>But that's only a part
"Eh, hindsight is 20-20.">She forces a laugh.>"I suppose, but what I did was wrong, and I don't know how to fix it.">She's full on crying now.>Should you console her?>She's more or less been your nemesis since you arrived in this horse place.>Fuck it.>You move closer to her, and wrap your arms around her waist, trying to pull her into a hug.>Rather, you end up pulling yourself into her.>She recoils in surprise at first, but soon returns the hug.>Her wings spread out and wrap around you, drawing the two of you closer together.>You hate to admit it, but its kind of awesome, and super comfy.>Don't tell Starlight.>She sighs as her crying relents.>"I… everything I've done… It conflicts with the pony I am. The lessons I've learned - and taught about friendship. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the portal. I'm sorry that I've treated you the way I have. It's… It's not right. I'm supposed to be the Princess of Friendship, and I've been anything but a friend to you.">Another pained sigh escapes her lips.>"I just hope I can someday earn your forgiveness. It's ok if you never do forgive me, I have to live with the consequences of what I have done. I hope that you can see the real me and not what I was.">You gently squeeze her.>Should you?>Can you?
"I forgive you.">She gently squeezes you back, and the two of you share moments of a quiet and tender embrace.>Before too long, she breaks the hug.>"I should probably check on Celestia, I'm sure she's wondering.">You nod.
"Yea, probably.">Twilight hops off the bed and slowly trots to the door.
"Purple… er, Twilight.">Her head flips around to you faster than you could have ever anticipated.>"Y-yes?">It's the first time you've ever called her by her actual name
"So… does this mean I still have to go to school… and all that stuff?">She smiles warmly, which is reassuring.>"I… No. No, you're your own pony now. Your life is yours.">She looks forward and walks to the door.>You watch as she walks, your mind racing with a million thoughts, most of which you couldn't even put into a single sentence.
"Hey!">She looks back again.
"Could we… could we continue our magic lessons?">For the first time today, you see her beaming and genuine smile.>"Yes, I'd like that very much."
"Thank you.">She turns to leave you.>"No, thank you Anon.">She leaves the room, the door slowly closing, leaving you to yourself and your whirlwind of thoughts.>You flop back to lie on the bed and stare at the ceiling.>Anger, anguish, relief…>You are your own.>Your own man.>No, pony.>Your own pony.
>You are still Anonymous, the peculiar green filly.>You watch the sun through the tall glass panes of the Friendship Castle Library as it lazily droops towards the horizon in the far distance.>You aren't looking, but you know the moon will soon rise take its place in the east.>The concept of interstellar bodies being manipulated by ponies is still obscenely fascinating to you.>You rest your elbow on the desk and your face on hoof in lazy contemplation, but accidentally knock over your ink pot.>You react by pulling back and make a pitiful attempt to catch it before it drops.>It bounces off the floor and paints you, the desk, and the floor like a dalmatian
"Shit.">You sorely hop off the bench to pick up the ink pot>Your left hoof ended up in a spill and now you're leaving black hoofprints across the ornate carpet.>Hopefully Twilight doesn't give a shit.>Probably.>Hopefully.>You grab a few blank sheets of parchment off the desk and start dabbing the ink spots.>As you're dabbing a spot on the carpet, the sound of the large door swinging open startles you.>You jump like a scared cat and fall on your rump.>"Oh…Fu…">You look to the doorway to see Starlight standing there, with a hoof covering her mouth.>She's trying her best to hold laughter, but it noisily escapes through the corners.
"S-shut up!">You pout>"By Celestia… this is cute."
"NO!">You defiantly hop to your hooves and take a determined stance
"Not cute! Never!">She shakes her head while laughing, trotting over to you while doing so>"You're still trying to debate this? It's been settled already.">Her horn lights up in its telltale glow aura>Magical pink sparkles begin gently sprouting from the ink spots>Within seconds, all the ink spots have magically disappeared>As her spell finishes, she walks up next to you and nuzzles you>You easily falter and return her affection.>"You know, Twilight told me about what happened earlier…"
"Oh…">Oh great>You really don't want to have this conversation.>"Did you want to talk about it?"
"No.">"And.. are you're ok?">You nod.>She gives you a hug, and you return in kind>"That's what matters.">You turn to examine your posterior that is now void of spots
"Magic is cool.">"Yea…">Starlight looks at your desk, specifically to the book you were reading>"Bright Horn's Guide to Evocation, Volume 3.">She looks back to you>"You have a strange fascination with applied magic, you know."
"Yep.">You hop back onto the bench and Starlight takes a seat next to you.
"Considering I lived my life without any magic whatsover, and I'm a huge nerd and find fantasy concepts incredibly interesting. It's not a surprise that I'm naturally drawn to it.">"…Fantasy?">Oh, right. What is fantasy for you is reality for them
"I'm from a world without magic, remember?">"I can't imagine living without it. How did you cope?">A periphial glance out the window reminds you that the sun is making its final descent behind the distance>As darkness attempts to envelop the study hall, the braziers on the walls immediately light themselves
"Ah, a perfect example! The lights here light themselves automatically when its dark, yes?">she nods
"With the use of magic?">she nods again
"Well, we have inventions with a similar function. Mainly the light bulb and electricity. I've seen light bulbs here, but not electricity in the traditional sense. It makes sense though, why invent electricity when you have a highly functional system already in place?">Now she just look confused>"Electricity? Yep, I'm lost."
"Its alright. I'm not the best at explaining things. Electricity is basically charged particles used to provide energy to things. Mundane compared to magic, but very effective. I've touched on it briefly with Celestia and her reaction was pretty much the same.">You sigh
"And honestly I feel too strung out to really have that sort of conversation right now.">You turn back to the window and gaze out with hopelessness>You will never have electricity again.>Sure, magic is pretty dandy, but it isn't what you know.>It isn't home.>Looking out the window to the quaintness of Ponyville, you spot a few ponies dancing and celebrating.>you hear the faint sounds of singing and music.>"Are you alright?">You watch and the ponies dance in circles with hooked arms.>The dance finishes, and the two partners share first a hug, then a kiss.>You can't help but smile at the small but significant scene.>It may seem insignificant to others, but it brings to you a certain understanding.
"Actually, yea.">You shift a little bit and clear your throat.
"I'm just coming to terms with who I am. Well, who I am now. I'm no longer me in the same sense that I was.">You reach down with your forehooves and pull on your flesh.
"I'm Anonymous the filly now, and I have to come to terms with that.">You look back to Starlight, and she responds with a warm smile.
"It may not be ideal, or even something I'm completely on board with, but I'm sitting here now, and I have no choice. I think accepting the inevitable truth is the first step for me to get on with it, as it were.">You tap the quill on the desk a few times.
"So here I am. Anonymous. Unicorn. Filly. I can only look forward to the future, and It will only be as bright as I make it, at least that - that is something I can live with.">You give Starlight a challenging squint.
"Except for the 'cute' business. I will challenge that notion until I'm old and wrinkly on my death bead, so help me god.">Starlight laughs while roughing up your mane with a hoof.>"I'm glad. Just know that I'll be here with you, no matter what happens.">She wraps a hoof around you, and you return the hug.
"Thanks.">She hums into your ear in response and looks over your notes.>"Mind if I study with you?"
"Don't you know this stuff already, being an 'extremely gifted unicorn' as Purple puts it?">She laughs.>"Yea, but why pass up the opportunity to study with you? Plus, I have ice cream!">You don't know how or where, but she levitates a tub of ice cream from behind her back onto the table>Its your favorite flavor too>She knows you so well
"You know, I would like nothing more."
FIN Part 1
Time to go have a nice pasta sandwich in celebration.
Goddamn, Carbs is here. I wonder if it had anything to do with me nudging him in Discord the other day telling him to update his story.
Anyways, I just spent 2 1/2 hours on the current fucking Advent of Code problem (using it to improve my knowledge of Rust, fuck me), so now I'm gonna give you guys an update, albeit a bit late.
Try your own imitation, ask for applesauce.[ 1d100 = 20 ]
Dude, your story is what hooked me on AnonFilly. Please continue.
Thanks. And to think I may also convert it to prose and post on fimfiction… maybe later.
Walking does not seem fun right now, and Mama Velvet's back seems pretty comfy the more you look at it.
"Mama, can I have a ponyback ride? I'm exhausted."
She smiles, rolls her eyes, and grabs you by the scruff of the neck like a mother cat to lift you on top of her back. You rest there in comfort for the rest of the way home, wondering why she didn't just use magic to lift you up. Not that it hurt, just that it seemed like a strange way to lift you.
You don't remember crawling into bed, you just remember being on Mama Velvet's back, and the next thing you know, it's morning. Twilight's still asleep, and it's apparently a Saturday assuming you hadn't completely lost your sense of time during the loops, but it is indeed morning.
What will you do?
go upstairs and look for something interesting to read, maybe grab some breakfast if it's available yet.[ 1d100 = 68 ]
Also think of a plan to get the prized milkies from Momma Velvet. [ 1d100 = 50 ]
>>190633>You watch and the ponies dance in circles with hooked arms.>Ponies>Hooked arms
Seriously though, glad to see you're not dead.
Fruit loops and fruitcakeBecause you're a faggot[ 1d100 = 72 ]>>190629>>190630>>190631>>190632>>190633
Achieve peak physical /fit/ness by starting a daily routine of stretches and exercises, then take a cold shower.[ 1d100 = 52 ]
>Heart's Warming Eve
>You figure it's basically like a pony version of Christmas
>And you can't help but wonder if there'll be presents involved
If Twi or any other ponies knew that you used to be a human, would they give you a present they think you might actually like? Or a present that an ordinary filly might enjoy just to tease you or something?
>>190664>Comfy socks from dress horse>Baked goods from Ponk>Some sort of struedal from Appul>Something dangerous from Crustycunt>A small rodent from Yellowquiet>A book (or more than one book) from Burgerflank, either aged appropriate for you as a foal and boring, aged correctly and interesting, or educational. Granted, the last one might not be so bad if you end up a unicorn and get a book on magic.
Doesn't sound that bad to me.
This, but not sure if Flutters would trust an Anon with a critter’s life.
C&H is the best comic strip ever made.
Explain to her how technology > magic and how much better you have it on Earth.
Shit, this isn't a CYOA.
Nice fillies, Scotch
Haven't seen it either.>>190734>ywn be the little spoon filly
>>190742>ywn be the filly
>>190767>but at least you've got your memories>>190763
I'm Anon, just like everyone else here.
Home, Anon. You're home.
Words cannot express just how much I want to rub my fingers up against my cock and get one last fap in… any other fillies get the same feeling? Is schlicking worth it? Celestia is telling me no, but my cunt is telling me yes.
Scared Filly A CUTE
You should come back to these drawings and remaster them when you've improved. (That probably sounds rude, but I'm not trying to be. Drawing is hard.)
I want to tongue the filly.
I wish for the filly to tongue me.
You aren't sure what time it is exactly, but it doesn't seem like you can force yourself back to sleep. Instead, you climb over Twilight - carefully so as not to wake her - and ascend the stairs to see if anyone else is up.
When you enter the living room, you note it is still pretty early, around 7:30 or so. No one's made breakfast yet, and it seems the only pony awake is Cadance, who is reading a newspaper at the table. You decide to grab a random book off of one of Twilight's bookshelves and join her.
She sets her newspaper down as she notices you.<"Oh, hey. Have fun running away from home? Came back because you couldn't stand to go one more day without reading… Advanced Equine Biology?"
"Oh you know me. Always want to study a mare's body in depth."
She chuckles, likely thinking that was a joke.
"And I wasn't exactly running away. We had the full intention of coming back. Heck, we ran into mama after we decided to turn around and head home."<"Well you know, the entire reason why we're here and not in Canterlot is precisely to keep you fillies safe. And I get that you guys do some stupid things here that we shouldn't be letting you get away with, like sneaking into Velvet's liquor cabinet, but at least we're able to keep an eye on you when you do make mistakes. We can't help you if you decide to sneak off halfway across the country without telling anyone, and then get eaten by timberwolves. Can you at least promise me you're not gonna pull that kind of nonsense again?"
I think we need a spanking.[ 1d100 = 74 ]
"Yeah, my bad. I'll be sure to leave a note next time someone makes off with our magic doomsday friendship weapons." [ 1d100 = 26 ]
No promises, we might need to go to manehattan at some point, so you're free to come along with us if you like. [ 1d100 = 13 ]
We promise. Next time we'll tell and tie you up and bring you with us.[ 1d100 = 5 ]
Boost. Need to tell them about the elements. [ 1d100 = 11 ]>>190633
Great to see you writing again.
Anything you want to see drawn?
Filly bored in school
Anonfilly wasting purple bitch money in some stupid pony gacha game
>>190850>Breastfeeding>Filly mocking babby for having to wear a diaper>Babby laughing at filly for having to wear a diaper.
Nice to see you back, love your stuff.
Filly diapers in fog
Twi sucking on filly's teats with St. Vincent's 'Los Ageless' playing in the background.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9TlaYxoOO8
Anonfilly and Twilight Sitting next to each other on a hill overlooking a field filled with wonderful flowers that glow in the dark.
If you did get ripped away from your world and everything you knew, and got turned into a filly, then would you not try and find a quiet place where you could hear nothing but nature and your own thoughts, just to think about what has happened and try to accept what you have turned into? I know I would. Meditation kinda helps sometimes. And that's why I'd like to see this image drawn because I imagined this:
>Anonfilly is sitting on a small hill overlooking a bunch of glowing flowers>And stars in the sky>And so much more you'd only be able to see at night>It's a secret place that not many others know about>Twilight decides to follow Anonfilly one night when she walks away from the treebrary>Twi finds her sitting there at the edge of a short hill overlooking something one could only imagine of in their dreams>Sitting next to Anonfilly, Twilight calmly says there's nothing A-filly has to hide, and that they can talk about everything>Filly hesitates for a minute, but then gives in to her feelings>They talk, and both answer honestly to everything>Then silence>Anonfilly has nothing more to say>Twilight decides to stay with Anonfilly without saying anything>A short minute of silence passes>Two minutes>Then ten>Before Twi knew it, Anonfilly gets tired and rests her head against Twilight's shoulder.>Filly eventually falls asleep.>Twilight lifts Anonfilly up with her magic and puts the filly on her back>She then calmly walks home>To the Treebrary>Their home
I don't know. I'm a bit drunk right now.
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>>190292>>190295>You surprisingly wake up feeling pretty good.>You also slept in a little longer, because you’re all alone here.>How the fuck did all the hooves on the floor not wake you up?>Hopping our of bed you quickly make your way to the outside.>Sure enough all the other fillies are out and playing, and the clock behind you says you only missed five minutes, thankfully.>Before you’d practically a prison courtyard, just minus basketball courts, workout equipment->Actually, listing all the shit that isn’t there would take ages.>Here it’s a big dirt square, with two bushes on each side, both dead and very prickly, and a slide meant for foals on the right, which is and has been rusty as fuck, ready to break the second another Earth filly’s fat ass gets on it.>So nobody uses it.>The two weeks of indoor hell was enough to pay when the single swing broke.>Never again, like everyone agreed…>There’s multiple groups of fillies, some hanging out by the thorny bushes, some in the middle, others by walls.>Activities consisting of running at other fillies with a pointy stick, playing tic-tac-toe in the dirt, and conversation respectively.>Over in the back, a big, relatively new rock wall that used to just be a gate of metal bars.>That didn’t last long, it was apparently one filly’s idea to starve herself and hop through the bars, like the shit you think about in every cartoon, but nobody ever does.>At least it worked out for her, and who knows what even happened in the end, but her escape meant no view of it for the rest of you…>You assume that’s where Anon would meet you, as it’s the only area that was actually marked on the map.>Well okay, you’re positive it is.>He’s certainly tall enough, he could just glance over the wall easily.>And if it weren’t for the also-newish outer gates, he could probably just pick all of you over it and out to freedom…>You feel your ears fall a bit.>Okay, focus here, you probably just wasted another damned five minutes of time.
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