No.197556[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: >>194092
B I G
>ywn curl up in big filly's chestfluff
Fillies that don't share get timeout
Why is filly so slutty?
Kek, good work. How was she expecting to eat that, anyway?
The biggest question on my mind is why she brought it into space when she's tethered to a ship, unless there's some sort of satellite depositing cakes into space.
Because she's (You)
That's a good question. GLaDOS?
But I'm not slutty
This is true
I'd only do that with a filly I'm very close to
Will you all please fuck off? Every thread its the "ur a qt" post then the same angry reaction images, usually in the same order. Every. Goddamn. Thread. It's gotten so old, please stop. It's not funny anymore, just annoying.
You become anonfilly, daughter of Twilight
but you're her middle child and she has six daughters
Is this the new copypasta?
I've got to agree with you, it irks me something fierce.>>197631>>197632>>197641
Don't you have anything better to post? Some green? Fuck, anything but the same old shit
Repetition is what happens when you run out of things to talk about.
https://pastebin.com/4eHzcKy7Here we go again.
"Is it necessary to keep quiet?">"Wouldn't take the chance, yes.">The two of you silently creep down the hallway to the left. You pass by the deactivated matter transport grid, the ajar door spattered with blood…>"No. Not in there. Please."
"I'm going to take a quick look, if we can restore the power this nightmare will be over before it's begun. You know anything about that thing that killed Twi?">"No, she only taught me enough not to get killed in a controlled environment…"
"Alright, well watch my flank. You take the pack, if it's still in there run.">She mumbles to herself.>"Not worth it…">You ignore her and proceed.>The room is rather cluttered, and that's even with most of the material crushed up against the walls from the sheer mass of the room's inhabitant.>Twilight was clearly in here earlier, getting some sort of punishment ready.>And even before that, likely…>You can't help but shake the feeling that something is wrong with this whole scenario.>Why would Twilight have set up such a dangerous organism if she had still valued the two of you as test subjects?>Why would she have done it in here, with all of this valuable equipment?>Where was the fucking body?>Not even a fragment of bone left, only the blood from the initial strike on the door.>In any case, the ruptured access point to the power grid isn't accessible unless you want to climb through a bunch of splintered wood tables and jagged glassware.>You nervously check around for a vent, finding nothing.>Better safe than sorry.>You walk back out to Nonny.
"Nothing.">She smiles and carries on walking.>…>You have no idea where you're going.>Twilight always just teleported you whenever she had to take you anywhere, usually not even with the trans-mat.>You suspect that was a recent installation.>Kind of a waste when you're an all-powerful Alicorn.>Eh, you guess she probably had other employees.>You never encountered any of them though.>Seen but not heard was almost laughable now, you were neither.>In any case, you had…>"Floor is corroded this way, I suggest we go the opposite fucking direction."
"Agreed.">The two of you continue to proceed down the hallway.>It's nice and quiet.>You can almost hear yourself think now.>Just you, your hooves, and your buddy.>Well, accomplice would describe her better.>"Some animal has been here, recently too."
"How-">"Earth pony magic, baby. At least I assume. Can you see anything?"
"No, just a bit of dirt. I'm not going to doubt you though.">"If I were you I'd proceed with caution-">Growling. >Perhaps talking wasn't your best idea.>You turn around…>Enemy: Appears mammalian. Mouth full of sharp pointed teeth.
>Nonny: 1 satchel containing a large amount of 'Infurnum' and 'Electrum' potions, one canister of Chlorine gas, and a candy bar wrapper that still smells like chocolate.
>Absinthia: Literally just your fucking hooves.
>Floor: various bits of junk, a small wooden board.
Well, aren't you a qt.
Nonny: Throw Infurnum potion to try to burn the creature.[ 1d100 = 84 ]
Absinthia: Grab board as a weapon, it's better than nothing.[ 1d100 = 37 ]
New thread means new recap. I do these things without anyone asking for them!
Pastebin Part 1: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G
Pastebin Part 2: https://pastebin.com/CuNuktSQ
>Be human actually named Anon, mom died in childbirth, life going nowhere and working retail.>Go to sleep one night, wake up in Equestria as a filly.>Like 6 other humans had a similar fate over the past couple of years.>One of said humans is now a filly version of Twilight, who you are currently living with.>You've gone on adventures together, sneaking away from changelings, breaking out of time loops, and trekking through the jungle in pursuit of a clone of yourself.>Also, you have the power of divination… but you're still working out the kinks of how it works.>Right now you are sitting down waiting on some ice cream with your friends after a recent adventure.>Twilight has just accused you of being a hipster for wanting ice cream made with açai berries, which are a fruit that only grow in the tropics and are very expensive to transport.>Somehow the filly is completely unaware of the massive plot hole in her ordering ice cream made from chocolate, which is also a fruit that only grows in the tropics, yet is somehow widely available throughout Equestria.
Why do all of you (((Right Wingers))) have mommy issues?
Anyone here not a faget?
Alright fagets, who here wants mommy milkies? I do.>>197722
Maybe it has something to do with autism? Children with autism often reject touch or physical contact, despite wanting it emotionally. They're also frequently undeveloped emotionally, and lack strong bonds with others, partially due to the rejection of others as well as difficulty understanding them (But that wouldn't explain the overall lack of daddy issues).
Maybe we just identify with Princess Asperger's, or think that she would have a better understanding of us. At the very least she would care.
Also, pretty sure you're not using the triple parenthesis correctly.
Jewish psychologists have encouraged parents to distance themselves from their children at ever younger ages, making each successive generation more dysfunctional. Prove me wrong.
The "ur a qt" "no u" posting reminds me of the casual fun posts from back when the thread was on /mlp/, and I'd say it's rather welcome.
This thread doesn't solely exist as a content dump, and not everybody is a contentfag. Let people have their fun, I'd say it's much preferable to a ghost town with nothing at all between content updates.
I see it as an extension of the guy who always wants filly to per in his mouth or the fuck off filly. The thread will always have the same posts bulking out the new content and I'd not have it any other way.
Yup. Part of the fun is just funposting with fillies.
Let me correct you commie.
It is )))Right Wingers(((.
I think there are a few people here with daddy issues, I recall it being mentioned a few threads back. In any case, I see mommy issues as more of people taking a meme a bit too literally with a few exceptions.>>197733
Still gets on my nerves nobody has recolored that pic with the 'official' colors.
I'd rather see more original ideas being proposed in preference to the same old shit. If you fags didn't notice, Sven is really good at that, but none of you fucking care.
I want to cuddle up with a bunch of fillies at bedtime
my thoughts was her trying to get a cool space shot
then it all went downhill
Filly is too small and has to play with babby instead? That's cute. She seems to be enjoying it, too
Shouldn't we save our potions until we know how to read the labels on them? Iirc, we've got a one in two chance right now of beefing it up with fire resistance instead.
Too bad all filly heard was babby speaking gibberish and making qt noises
If I was a filly, then I would kick you out of the room the second you try to get near my bed, and I'd beg Twilight to put a door to my room that only she or someone I've given a special key to can open.
on space cakes I assume
>>197845>solitary>Implying every Anonfilly will be forever alone unless she finds another Anonfilly to be with
What gives with that idea?
Don't worry, Sven. I'm sure when we're all fillies in Equestria, Twilight will give you your own special room, your own special classes, and even let you sit at your own special table.
1.done or existing alone.
"I live a pretty solitary life"
synonyms:lonely, companionless, unaccompanied, by oneself/itself, on one's/its own, (all) alone
I never said alone forever, you did
that's what you're doing to yourself for the duration of your fillyhood, though
Could you take a clearer picture? It's a bit blurry
Oh? I interpreted it as being able to do either depending on how it is used.>'Infurnum,' inscribed like a capital 'I' with two branches on it was used to heal burns or burn things.>>197707
Can you clarify?
>>196133 <highest roll>
>You don't say a word.
>You just hug her tight, kiss her right on the mouth, and pray.
>But honestly, you don't even know what you should be praying for.
>You're in a fucking cave, what could even happen here?
>Who knows where the hell Uni is, but you can still hear her stomping echoed around the damn place.
>Running around, what's she expecting to find?
>…Wait, you can hear her stomping now?
>You lift your head up just a bit, and sure enough, there's a dim light coming back up the hill.
>The filly it belongs to pokes her face up, satchel strap in her mouth.
>She climbs up and places it on the ground before Pegafilly, her magic brightening up as she simultaneously pulls things out of the bag and lights up the space-
>"My fucking God, you didn't even compress the wound or anything? You know, TRY to stop the fucking bleeding?"
>"Just gonna cuddle her while she dies, sure thing. And with that stupid fancy blade of yours on your head you could've ended up stabbing her fucking face or some shit too!"
>You recoil from her side and pull your hooves into the darkness.
>All of it comes out while he's also working on her wing- setting it in place, splinting and bandaging it.
>"I have my hopes, but so far you're just a dumbass expecting us to do all the damned work."
>She finishes bandaging it up, and carefully sets the wing on her side.
>"Don't move it around, yeah?"
>She moves over to you, bringing you and your shame into the light, hooves up.
>"Her wing broke because you landed on it, by the way. Now get up, I don't want to end up like the two I got this from."
>You get up at her command, but you're curious what she means.
>She helps the Pegasus filly up on her hooves, letting her wrap her good wing around her and lean for support.
>Slowly she starts moving forward, the pool of blood she left glistening in the sand.
>Uni clearly struggles a bit with the weight of the filly and the saddlebags, and inches down the hill, his horn the only glow in the darkness.
>"Now let's see if I remember where it was…"
Choices: Gear up and take point, or hang back and help (no roll needed if chosen)
(1 free critical success available, no roll needed if chosen)
Roll for outcome
0-2 - Critical failure
3-9 - Failure (can be re-rolled for by the same or another Anon once, a second failure will result in a critical one. a critical success isn't possible in a re-roll.)
10-11 - Wild (your fate is decided by a coin flip. Heads - critical success, Tails - critical failure.)
12-18 - Success
19-20 - Critical success (bonuses for next rolls, extra items, permanent perks, etc.)
Highest or majority backed gets chosen.
no u its for show
Considering how thicc this filly is, she must ve eaten 39 slices before this one, and that s terrible
Here you go!
Sorry about it being blurry
It's alright, but that one's still blurry, kek
Sorry, old phone camera isn't the best
Ah, that sucks. Can you see how it's focusing when taking the picture? If so, you can try adjusting the distance if it's not coming out clear, and refocus until it does. You've got pretty clear pictures with that camera before
Question : you and other fillies manage to form a rock band. You're playing for the end of the school year's show. Almost all ponyville came to see you play. Cherilee looks worried, the other school fillies and colts are curious. The spotlight is on and all eyes are on you. Which song do you play ?
The Touch ~ Stan Bush
Stare at Cheerilee while playing Gay Bar by Electric Six.
Staple Tapeworms on My Penis.>>197890
I will tell you that the two aren't the same potion.
So it only does one then, got it.And it will just happen to be whatever effect would make things worse at the given time, yeah?
You mean the OP image?
It's from some autist on tumblr's boyfriend. She/he/it has taken up a sort of bastardized filly persona.
Kek>Babby has to communicate through alphabet blocks
How does one get on the Filly Express™?
Through the Fire and the Flames
>>197841>Not wanting to cuddle with another filly
What a faggot
Sabaton: The Last Stand
"Alright Twilight, well what flavor are YOU getting then?"
>"Oh, me? Chocolate chip cookie dough, of course."
"Really, that's it?"
>"Well, think about it. Sugarcube corner is a bakery. They sell ice cream and candy and other sweets, but they specialize in cookies, pies, and cakes. If you're going to order ice cream from such a place, wouldn't it be natural to get something with their signature cookie dough?"
"Alright, touché. But for the record, I got into açai AFTER it was popular. I ain't no hipster."
>"Right, so you're a band-wagoner."
>"Bants are the price you pay for making me cover extra friends."
Around this time, Blossom flies over with a tray full of ice cream cones, one for each of you and your friends. Twilight tosses her an extra couple of bits and invites her to sit down with the rest of you to enjoy some ice cream. She comes back a few seconds later with a cookie dough ice cream cone of her own. Clearly, Twilight was right about the house specialty.
"Just when I was thinking about paying you back…"[ 1d100 = 69 ]
"It sounds like you know your pastries. Have you ever had a treat made with Deez?"
I have, It's delicious!
I've heard it's pretty good on an omelette too.
Creating content puts you at the top of the list for fillyfilly
Put out enough and you get to be the alicorn filly.
I must create more filly
What's the minimum, something like 50k quality words or 50 quality images?
U think it was 100k words, but only 2 or 3 people managed it (I think Reuben and ASSFAGGOT)
Maybe it is relative to other people making content? So the bar is constantly being raised.
50k words, 25 quality fillies
Nah dude, that's two easy. Every other contentfag can't be an alicorn, that devalues the rank and creates WAY too many. 100/50 is much more realistic (but content quality is important too)
What if the single contentfag with the most content gets to be the only alicorn filly, and the rest of the contentfags simply have bigger horns/wings and/or more chestfluff (and so on) compared to non-contentfag fillies proportional to how much content they create?
I can see 2, MAYBE 3 alicorns, but past that and it becomes too common
Take point[ 1d20 = 1 ]
Someone please roll for holding back…
Because I feel bad for you.>>197897
Hang back. [ 1d20 = 4 ]
Thanks. I keep fucking up the rolls
Oh shit, imagine the mess they could make together
This seems for the best, only two alicorns, one top drawfag and other writefag, rest are just normal random race fillies
And i d say 100 quality filly pics and 250k words, as it d take a long time for both to be achieved
Though Locke and Zippy already reached the pics, with Locke ahead and still grinding to be the top filly>>198080
She s a grown man, she can handle some petting
>>198105>Pet sleeping filly>Her eyes immediatelly opens up and locks on her victim: (You)>Its like something broke on her mind, as she forces herself on you>Your human strength cant match her earth pony one even as a filly, as she just keeps going and going
Bad end got: Death by snu-snu
this was the count as of august 1st last year
not counting recolors and duplicates, both lewd and sfw
lockhe4rt: 494, give or take a few because there were a LOT of fillies
i dont doubt this >>198080
lovely faggot still holds the crown despite what the others have made, but 100 isnt that difficult
250k words is a fucking lot
God, that's cute. Good work!
100 "quality fillies", not shitposty ones that you can just make out in 5 minutes
And the point was to make it a very high climb indeed, so its actually hard to become an ali-filly
But yea, 100k words(not chars) is already a lot on itself, so fair point
Is quality relative? It might take someone a long time to draw something an experienced artist could do fast
>>198119>Filly kept saying that you(Twilight) sucked and Derpy is far better>So you made so she was literally Derpy child>Anonfilly memories of herself were erased, with only a few flakes of her human memories remaining>Dinky grows up fine, but Derpy gets worried for Anonfilly when her eyes start unfocusing, just like hers did when growing up>But Anonfilly just ended up happy that she d be just like best horse>Seeing that broke your heart, as it was supposed to be the point where she was meant to come running to you>Now, 50 years later and already suffering from immortality blues from your friends passing away, you still have to deal with the green mare>Not because Anon is a bad mare, she s grown to be quite well mannered, thanks to Derpy's teaching>Cant lie that she s a…fine mare too, Rainbow would probably like to have a try>The real problem is that she still comes to the castle everyday, because of some kind of connection, she says>Just another reminder of how much you failed as a mother…for eternity>Since your magic is infused on Anon she will live for as long as you do>And while Anon doesnt know, you do, you made sure that was still in place several time before too>Just another backfired spell, meant to hold the pain of solitude, but only worsening it…>No more friends, no possibility of having kids of your own>And like you expected, ponies dont treat you like one of them, but more like Celestia or Luna>So no one wants to truly be your friend or let you take care of their foals in fear of…well, you>Derpy's filly was your last bastion of hope, a undying filly of another to hold close…>Mare, you need some hard cider…>And then you cried from remembering about Applejack
Though he does bring up a fair point, quality is in fact relative
Perhaps the amount of time you worked on a pic could be a measure of if its quality or not? since you did your best or just sketched something quick could be discerned with that.
Yes, there s quick pics and more time consuming ones, but something like 1h, 1h30min could be enough for a pic with sketch, lineart and perhaps colour if its simple enough
I know my new year sketch took like 5-7 hours, but i m no drawfag so had a hard time, there s people who can sketch in 10 minutes or less.
Iunno, what do yall think? just take this "Quality" away and raise the amount? If you draw one filly a day, with minimal quality, being either a sketch or simple lineart, that d be already 365 fillies in one go, so easy way to farm if you can draw fastToo much autism, all fillies are now alicorns, let the chaos begin
>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 prostrate 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 deceive me, huh? You might be one of (((them))) already. Well, maybe I won't feel so bad about this after all."
>>198139>Be Mayor Mare>You'd been at this for over an hour now>Lyra had stopped responding to you fifteen minutes ago>One of the Special Cuddles and Tactics (SCAT) Pegasi was lecturing you about his job>"We can't GET in from the air ma'am, there's some type of force field around the castle"
"Well can't you turn it off??" you replied angrily>You had hoped to resolve this situation quickly and quietly, but now ponies were taking notice, and the press would probably be here within ten minutes>And once that happened, you were screwed>You'd get bad press for letting this happen (somehow?), and some bigshot from Canterlot or Cloudsdale would show up to take command, so you wouldn't even get credit for releasing the filly >"Ma'am, that would take a team of unicorns DAYS to POSSIBLY break through it. That was almost certainly made by Princess Twilight Sparkle herself- can't you just get her?"
"I don't know WHERE she is, she and her cuddlebuddy friends are always off on some Faustdamn adventure every other week.">"Well, I don't know what you expect us to do."
"Can't you dig a hole under it or something?">He looks at the castle, then back to you>"You DO realize it's made of magic crystal, right?"
"How hard could it be?!">"As much as some commies in Canterlot want you think, you can't dig a hole to get past a wall.">While you quasi-argue with the fine gentlecolt, you fail to notice somepony sneak up on you>"Ach-hem">You turn to see a blond, white-coated stallion wearing an army cap that could have been taken off of Pone Clancy's head>Your nethers also notice his large, muscular frame and superior genetics
"I-is there something I can do for you?" you manage to mumble out>"Are you the leader of this operation?"
"Yes, I'm in charge here.">'But I prefer being the sub' you think to yourself>"Not anymore you're not." he answered in a commanding tone
"Bu- On whose authority?">"This is straight from Hoofland Security" he says, handing you an envelope.>You tear it open and give a cursory glance>Yep, it's legit.>Buck
"Oh, well, I didn't realize they sent me an aide">"No ma'am, I'M in command now. Now give me a rundown on the situation."
>>198140>Be Lyra>Furiously trying to think of a way out of this situation>On one hand, the foal was in with the alicorns, and might become one someday>But if you killed her, you lose all bargaining power and get buttfucked by the (((Princess)))-owned SCAT>Plus she was still your best bet in finding out about humans>The good news was that there was some sort of force field around the upper part of the castle, which kept the pegasi from trying to invade from above>By accident, you found that dropping priceless vases showed that objects would slow down when in freefall, eventually hitting the bottom of the circular shield at a minimal velocity>You looked at the jooce-equipped filly, and wondered if the real reason it was there was due to a suicide attempt>She sets down the empty box quietly, trying to avoid getting your attention>But your back was to the wall, and you didn't know how long you had until they broke in and hoofcuffed you>You hear a dim noise; it sounded like a "huleo">You perk your ears up, trying to locate the sound>"Huleo!" it rang out, slightly louder>It was a stallion's voice, and you were definitely alone in here>New management?>You head back to the balcony, filly unwillingly levitating behind you>Peering out over the edge, you see several SCAT officers surrounding a commanding, self-assured stallion holding a megaphone who oozed dominance>He SHOULD be in charge
"What do YOU want?!?" you yelled at the officer>Hopefully something l-lewd>"I'm here to acquire the release of a-" he looked down at a sheet of paper another officer was holding "Anonymous!">Clever. He thought that making the filly seem insignificant, you'd lower your proposal.
"My demands are the same! I want a confession and amnesty!">Despite the distance, you manage to see him sigh a bit>"We don't negotiate with terrorists ma'am."
"I'M NOT A BUCKING TERRORIST! I'M A FREEDOM FIGHTER YOU BUCKIN' SHILL!">"I'm not here to discuss political philosophy. I'm here to dictate the terms of your surrender." he said emotionlessly, the tone of a wagie repeating their customer greeting
"I-I have a PRINCESS here!">He looks back down at the clipboard>"Nope, sitrep says Princess Sparkle is out."
"STOP PLAYING GAMES!! I KNOW YOU'RE BUCKING TRYING TO LOWBALL ME!!">"Let's act civil, miss." he suggested in a low-key condescending manner
"I-I'll be back!" you insisted
If it's any higher I don't think I could put out that much. I already have trouble getting myself to draw
>>198202>In the first verse you had to change girls and boys to fill's and colts.>Which honestly does not sound very great together with the rest but you did not want to change too much.>You also notice Cherilee tensing up a bit when you sing the part about blowing up the school.>By the second verse most ponies have begun
bobbing their heads and stomping their hoofs to the rhythm, a sign that they like what they are hearing.>When you get to the third verse everyone has already learned the chorus and is happily singing along.>The foals especially thinks the provocative lyrics are hilarious.>You could probably end the show here and call it a success, the ponies here will most likely tell everyone they know about it.>But you want all of Equestria talking about rock music, so you have planned something a little bit extra as a finisher.>While the band is busy with the outro you pull out a cloth covered object from behind one of the speakers.>Not one to drag out surprises unnecessarily you remove the cloth with a flair to reveal what now has caught most ponies attention.>A rectangular standing box, with a T shaped handle on top and two cables leading to somewhere.>It is a plunger detonator, the kind that Wile E. Coyote uses in the cartoons you used to watch when you were younger.>That's right, you are ending this show with a bang by blowing up the school for real!>You even painted it red and wrote ACME on it in white letters for that extra authentic feel.>No one will ever forget the day Anonfilly and gang introduced rock music to Equestria.
This is probably one the most glorious filly plot ever.
No. This is all a dream. You need to wake up.
kek, good shit anon
i wanna be in a filly rock band and play shitty linkin park songs
Who is this zippy fellow?
Honestly, Lockhe4rt is best filly, always has been and always will be. There is no surpassing him. He has been providing the best filly content since the beginning, and unless he ends up in Equestria, I will never come close to his level.
Need an updated count, Is this based on your own archive or from derpibooru?
I still don't know where this fits in the Lone Extended Universe™. We have a filly running from a monster, a filly talking to Celestia and a filly in another abuse/mommy issues story.>>197897
Gear up.[ 1d100 = 85 ]>>198133
I didn't ask for these feels.>>198202>>198203>>198204>>198205
Kek, that was some finisher
Give her T H E H O S E
The one I wrote earlier this thread was just supposed to be a one-shot, it's unlikely I'll continue it. Lab is… connected to Chilly. I'm not going to say much more than that because spoilers.
Fuck, no the one shot was last thread. Disregard that.
Hey that s my line
>>197707>You struggle to undo your satchel and grab the first bottle of Infurnum you can find.>You see the other pony readying a plank of wood.>The large wolf-like creature in front of you looks you dead in the eyes.>You can see nothing but malice.>The blood dripping from it's sleek shiny maw doesn't help its case.>You don't know which type of Infurnum this is, the labels were peeled off when you found them.>Well, here goes nothing.>You toss it at the creature as hard as you can, the glass bottle shattering on its skin.>It bellows a guttural sound that could be described as a mix of an electric drill and a man being gutted alive.>The liquid contained within is quickly absorbed into its fur, and presumably its flesh.>You start motioning for Absinthia to run while you do so yourself.>The two of you watch from about 20 feet away as the creature becomes engulfed in flames.>It tries to scratch the fire away with long sharp claws, but only succeeds in puncturing its ruined skin further.>No blood though.>It slowly begins to deform and drip over itself, bits of fur and skin falling off as nothing more than droplets.>It tries to save itself up until the very end, clawing at the side of the pool of molten material that has become its body until its head melts and it goes limp.>It continues to melt until nothing is left but a puddle and a slight glint in the little bit of light left over from fires still burning.>You cautiously levitate it out and take a look at it.
"Looks like it ate someone with a bit less luck than us.">"What is that?"
"Keycard, level 1. I don't know what it can access, but for reference Twilight had level 4.">Something in the distance screeches.>"Sounds like that thing might've brought us some unwanted attention.">Nonny: 6 Electrum, 5 Infurnum, 1 canister of Chlorine gas, 1 candy bar wrapper.>Absinthia: A plank of wood. It smells like meat.>Input actions.
Once a filly, always a filly.
Nonny: Take keycard, leave wrapper[ 1d100 = 58 ]
Both: Continue down the hall, not in the direction of the sound.[ 1d100 = 70 ]
Why are we leaving the wrapper? What are you anon, some sort of litterbug
"Wow, just when I was thinking about paying you back, Twi."
She smiles as she takes a big lick of the cookie dough ice cream.
>"Nah, it's too late for that. You'll get to enjoy snarky Twilight as your payback."
"You know, I distinctly recall saying I was going to order some hot chocolate and apple pie with this, for all of our friends of course."
>"And I distinctly recall that not being a part of our original deal back in the swamp village. Feel free to order them yourself though. You remembered to bring your wallet, right?"
"Why yes, that wallet is purple, has purple hair, and now that I think about it, her name might be Purple too!"
>"Says the filly who's the same color as vomit and mold."
"Oh yeah, well you look like a…"
You struggle to think of something purple that is remotely disgusting. Unfortunately, most things in nature aren't purple.
"like an eggplant."
She slowly claps her hooves.
>"Bravo Anon. You've compared me to a perfectly edible vegetable. Now have we established that I am clearly the Princess of Bants or do you want to keep going?"
>>198363>not going for purple dildo
Filly, on behalf of all of us, I shall say: we are disappoint. [ 1d100 = 81 ]
"Oof." [ 1d100 = 22 ]
"I can't destroy you immediately, unicorn
, or it might stop being fun."[ 1d100 = 31 ]
Filly accepts her cuteness
How would you fine Anons define an excellent filly?
A filly with trips like yours
wew, good stuff anon!
always nice seeing your style around here
>>198404>Implying Anonfilly would ever say that>Literally (You) bait>No one calls it out or even try to point that up
>Also all the gay faggotry from last threads>Filly doesnt even fight for her humanity anymore>Literal M O M M Y I S S U E S>Jumping into dicks and futas instead of holding your ground against becoming gay with the new body
This thread has changed, and the filly that i loved is dead
>>198469>and the filly that i loved is dead
so you loved another guy?
what a faggot
Nibba I only come here for the mommy issues content. I dont give a shit about Anonfilly otherwise, and I imagine theres several others here.
I never have and never will be here for mommy issues content, and I imagine the majority are the same.
If you aren't in the Anonfilly thread for Anonfilly, then why not consolidate what (You) want elsewhere?
Because there's mommy issues here already.(?)
>>198487>mommy issues writefag hurt that people want more mommy issues
>>198469>Implying Anonfilly would ever say that
Would it feel better if the punctuation mark got replaced with a question mark instead? I know I'd love it.>A random pony you happen to really enjoy hanging around with suddenly says you look adorable>You can't help but get a bit shocked and at the same time blush a little at that comment
>>198469>Implying there is only one Anonfilly personality>Implying there couldn't be an Anon who would say that
The rest is just you complaining about things you don't like. If you want to see something different with Anonfilly, then why not post about it or make content for it?
I like the "mommy issues" stuff, but it's certainly not the only reason I'm here
Alright, I can kind of understand how I fucked up the execution of that. I like writing mommy issues stuff. I really do. But it does kind of get on my nerves when I try to do something new and nobody even fucking rolls for it. I remember some people complaining a while back about the direction I took my main green, so here you go. A whole new story to fuck around with however you please, and most of you don't even bother. Part of that is on me for handholding a bit, which I'll probably stop now, but come the fuck on; where did the faggots who were shouting out effective poisons left and right at me go? I'm admittedly not really deserving of any attention, but it was so nice when I had it… I do this shit as much for you all as I do it for me, and I'd just like more engagement. I'll try to do better on my end, make action prompts a bit more open-ended instead of suggesting answers, etc, but the way I'm doing this can't work without your engagement.
"A vegetable? Oh, no no no. You misunderstand, Purple. I compared you to nature's dildo."
Much to both Rarity and Applejack's confusion, Daring ends up bursting into laughter, and Blossom ends up covering her face with her hooves to suppress a very pink blush covering her face.
>"I think you just got completely wrecked by my mate Anon here, Twi."
Twilight does not seem amused and rolls her eyes before flashing a devilish smile.
>"So what you mean to say, Anon, is that even though you think I look like a vegetable… I still get more action than you?"
And thus your thunder is completely stolen as both Blossom and Daring end up laughing even harder at your expense. Rarity and Applejack are STILL confused, perhaps because they're still innocent fillies, whereas everyone else except for Blossom used to be an adult, and Blossom was probably exposed to some adult humor back on Earth. Or it could be that dildos aren't a common thing in Equestria, either because they don't have the best materials for it (even you must admit that you wish your wooden toys were silicone), or because ponies are a lot more prude than you'd expect. If the latter is the case, it might explain why Celestia had no significant reaction to your attempts to shove your face in her crotch when you first came to Equestria.
Applejack scratches her head, still unsure of what just went on.
>"Can I ask what in Equestria y'all are talking about exactly? What's a dildo?"
put purple on the spot to answer this, since she's supposed to be the resident smart(ass) now.[ 1d100 = 75 ]
Gracefully accept defeat, she's fuckin' earned it. [ 1d100 = 49 ]
How many of you fillies are real and want their ponuts eaten?
MUST NOT CORRUPT![ 1d100 = 89 ]
>>198538[ 1d100 = 83 ]
Explain in great detail the function of a dildo and how to use one
boosting[ 1d100 = 50 ]
Alright, fuck this. If nobody is going to play I'm out.
That one guy did.
Oh yeah, and of course I was running a cyoa for one guy.
>>198676>Implying it hasn't been a problem for a while>Implying there aren't (You)s to spare when Reuben is rolling in the fucking things
I really have tried.
Because Reuben is more open-ended. Your choices are things like "go left" or "go right" ala early CRPG's , whereas Reuben's are like a DnD campaign that allow for creativity and interaction with other people.
I don’t want to sound mean,but it it didn’t seem interesting to me
why purple's horn go floppy?
"It's a uh… Twilight?"
You turn to Twilight hoping she can provide the answers for you, but she simply shrugs at what you seem to be implying.
>"Oh don't look at me, you're the one who brought it up."
You really don't want to ruin Applejack's innocence, so you try to think up a good analogy. Unfortunately, a good one doesn't come in time, and Daring interjects, loudly.
>"It's a rod-shaped thing you stick in your cunt to make it feel good. I don't get how this is supposed to be a big deal."
>"Is that all it was? Why y'all making such a fuss about it?"
>"It's cause it's supposed to be an adult topic or something. I think they must think you're an idiot and can't handle the subject, Applebutt."
Applejack glares at you.
>"Are you patronizing me, Anon?"
Tell her the truth, we wanted to protect Applejack's purity, because we wish someone had done that for us
. [ 1d100 = 6 ]
"Not patronizing, just trying to put Twilight on the spot to deal with what was thought to be a somewhat-awkward subject."[ 1d100 = 54 ]
>>198682>Allow for creativity
Yeah, fuck you. Nothing is stopping you from trying to do things differently, you'd just rather circlejerk and boost.>>198689
And fuck you especially.
I initially saw the image as filly coming to a realization that she is, in fact, adorable.
This works too though.
I may be late but Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix (perferably as close to the Live at Atlanta version as possible)
Start masturbating together furiously. Empty your bowels/bladders if you can, and integrate it as erotically as possible. [ 1d100 = 87 ]
There's your meme answer faggot.
Ah, but you forgot to roll seperately!
"Yes."[ 1d100 = 50 ]>>198504>>198668>>198678>>198707
Okay, how do I put this?
It's hard to get engaged and immersed in your story for several reasons.
One is a confusing plot. There is relatively little backstory and we're thrown into new and dangerous situations that have relatively little relation. Just to look at your original story, Filly was a science experiment before becoming an object of abuse by Twilight. This then turned into Twilight protecting Filly from a secret organization and finally Filly becoming paralyzed, whereupon the seemingly omnipresent society disappeared. The spin-off has Filly in the mind of an alternative-universe Filly which is more true to the original mad-scientist premise, but is extremely disorientating as we now have to worry about a starving unifilly and roving monsters in a facility we know nothing about. Orphanage filly didn't really feature enough Oliver Twist-style abuse (ironically) to establish background or characters, and although originally we were going for recruitment now we're exploring underground caverns under a tightly controlled and scheduled institution. These are all great ideas with lots of potential, but the way you linked them up and pace them makes it unpleasant to keep up, let alone introduce paths of action. This brings me to my second point.
Second is the danger level which remains consistently high but has little payoff. You've become infamous for a reason. Your stories feature constant threats that may cause an unpleasant alt-ending at any point. This isn't bad in itself but it needs to have longer periods of reprieve to build up atmosphere and attachment to the story, interspersed by short but intense action scenes that reward creativity. This is easier said than done but the best way to practice is via roleplaying games such as our very own D&D clone on /vx/. For us right now it's a constant guessing of your mind because we know you're trying to trip us up. This is due to difficult puzzles that come to us out of the blue (despite "obvious" hints from before) that are poorly scaled in difficulty. We sadly lack the full depth of autism that the old boards used to have and with our limited intellects are relatively poor at discerning connections. Also, there was that infamous ball-mill alt-ending that realistically probably
should not happen. As it stands the constant threat of having any of the characters maimed, crippled, or killed by a simple one-time mistake makes us stand aloof from wanting to build any connection with them. A few of us like Dwarf Fortress or Game of Thrones but we're mostly here for character relationships, which brings me to my third point.
Third is poor characterization. Characters are poorly introduced and are generally inconsistent. Your original CYOA basically has the entire main cast be the evil versions of themselves which I can only describe is to MLP as Underfell is to Undertale
. This can be done great but generally needs two things: a reason things are so crapsack and characters acting consistently according to this reason. Now, you gave a reason why Twilight acted like the stereotypical Dr. Mengele Spike dying due to the neglect of the protagonist
and that may conceivably work for her although the show Twilight is unlikely to actually turn out evil this way. It does not explain why everyone else is basically the opposite of friendly and wants you dead or worse. Presumably it originated somehow with Celestia and you'll have a great opportunity to provide backstory, but it would have been nice to provide hints earlier. It would also be better to explain why society hasn't turned into Somalia yet with even the most basic fraternal instincts absent. I have to applaud you, though, for darkly humorous scenes such as Rarity taking your despairing sarcasm seriously.
Consistency is even worse. The biggest offender in this regard is Twilight. She turned from a sadistic scientist into a sadistic mother into a loving mother without much warning. Now, she clearly is a bit touched in the head but in the context of the story it's not a good explanation, especially considering everyone else remains evil except Applejack, who's just depressed
. Barring a severe multiple personality disorder, which is not apparent, or the Magic of Friendship™ being used against her, there's no real reason why such an incorrigible abuser would 180º like that. Abusers typically can't be rehabilitated; the only thing you can do is get rid of them in your life, which is what we were doing to go back to my second point, we as players in your game made significant progress in plans to murder Twilight, which was a big and anticipated plot point. Rendering it pointless with an unrealistic character change ruined credulity.
Also, actually friendly characters like Little League are two-dimensional. Little is known of her background other than she comes from a poor and abusive home. She has traits which can be defined well (her honesty shines through)–to an extent. She's best friends with Anon but suddenly makes sexual advances without clear cause. She's either 1) corrupted by Anon, 2) naturally a lesbian DEGENERATE
, or 3) comes from a history of sexual abuse which warped her morality (which is what I would go with). Giving no reason, or even #1, for bad touches doesn't do wonders for Anonfilly's reputation as an excuse for pedophilic tendencies.
It's okay to write characters completely different from canon personalities so long as it's explained and is internally consistent.
I hope this helps.
Thank you, that does help. I will save this for reference later on when I get back to my pc, some critique like this is exactly what I have wanted for a long ass time.
I do have to correct you on one thing though, I am not the guy writing the orphanage fic.
>Filly got what that is completely wrong as she is bound up and placed in the center of a to-be campfire
>All she wanted to do is find easy mares
>She now realises her floof catches the sparks from the flint exceptionally well
"Where I come from, it's just not normally a topic you typically discuss around foals. I mean, foals aren't supposed to stick things up their child canals, their baby holes, their pleasure palaces." [ 1d100 = 17 ]
Its hard for her to get it up
Nonny Work with Absinthia to set up plank and gas so if the plank is attacked it spills the gas, also put wrapper on there too for extra bait, then jog away from the sound. [ 1d100 = 99 ]
Absinthia Work with Nonny to do thing stated above.[ 1d100 = 76 ]
shit, forgot to say to grab keycard
I don't see any difference, she's still a faggot.
Boost [ 1d100 = 93 ]
If by rape you mean snuggle then yes get comfy faggot
>filly eating a donut
>I'll eat your glazed ponut
>After glazing it first, of course
>Filly eating her own glazed ponut, after glazing it first, of course.
>What happened to the horde pfp
>T H E P I L E
>They went and made their own lives
>It was a happy parting, seeing so many of your asexually reproduced offspring make something for themselves
>Something about that sentence seems off…
>No, there's a "u". Multiple, in fact! They're right here: "…your asexually reproduced…"
I don't think filly would willingly fall asleep in your lap while you watch tv
She'd probably watch with you, and autistically comment on plot holes
Then you can laugh at her while she gives detailed plot critiques in her cute high-pitched voice
And stroke her little ears
She'll try to keep her eyes open
Oh she'll try
But eventually she'll let out a surprisingly loud yawn for her size, complain about your 'adult stuff' and rest her head in your lap
A few minutes later, snoring.
Also yeah, I guess I'll keep up the writing. Not tonight though.
Thanks! Yellow jumpsuit and katana is really what makes the film iconic though>>198731
My bad, the similar tone meant I got them mixed up. He could also use the advice.
I want to unbutton filly's flap.
and change her diaper
"Hey, I'm not trying to be patronizing. I was just trying to put Twilight on the spot with what I thought was to be a somewhat-awkward subject."
Daring takes a seat right next to Applejack and whispers something into her ear. It seems like a question, but you can't tell. In response, Applejack pauses for a moment to think, and then glances over at you with a raised eyebrow.
>"So, you're tellin' me you're tryin' to use my supposed ignorance of adult subjects to somehow try and win your little argument with Twi?"
"That's not what I…"
You feel flustered. It wasn't your intention to belittle Applejack, and now you're somewhat caught in a lie. It doesn't help to have the current Element of Honesty and the pony who would have otherwise became the Element of Honesty had you not shown up, conspiring together to call you out.
She suddenly bursts into laughter upon seeing your face.
>"Gotcha worried there, didn't I?"
>"I'm not one to hold a grudge, Anon, least of all with one of my best friends. But be more open with me next time, yeah?"
Nuke Australia. [ 1d100 = 94 ]
>The Australian wants me to nuke Australia
Given your recent legislation allowing your government to backdoor basically all Australian software whenever they damn well please, I'd say you might rightfully deserve it!
God damn it, can we not even have a fucking ¨kill bill¨ reference without diaperfags anymore?
I have Placeholder now >>198842
. How does that make you feel fillies?
Are you gonna cry? WAH! WAH!
I’m pretty sure everybody just forgot about him.
You're all flaming homosexuals.(user was given a shower)
Take good care of the faget. Remember to nurse him every morning and night.
Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee fucking diaperfags!
Iirc Elmer's craft glue is mostly milk, which is almost more terrifying. Imagine an industry based around milking sentient cows…
They would never ever do that, I swear to you
Do I make you uncomfortable, anon? Does my diaper threaten your precious safe space? Do you reeeeeeeeeeee for my pee? I never imagined that a tiny foal like me would have such power over the likes of you.
I want to "hot glue" the tiny filly.
Babby is not for sexual
It was a joke. I was expecting you to post reeee-images in response. >>198936
I will. But if he doesn't behave, do I have your permission to administer discipline?
Is Filly being punished?
unf, thats pretty hotback view part 2 when?
Is it flavored, by chance?
didn't think about anything specific, but that's a nice scenario>>198983
ok, sure. can do a back view if you really want to
You feel a sudden urge to drop a 20 megaton nuclear warhead on either Melbourne or Sydney… or perhaps 20 different 1 megaton nuclear warheads across several large cities in Australia. Unfortunately, you don't have even a microgram of plutonium on you, and nuking Australia would do nothing about the Australian who has already managed to get her way here to Austrlia.
Her? Him? You're not sure whether it's appropriate to use Daring's sex prior to coming or after in that train of thought. Whatever she is, she's annoying, and the reason you've effectively embarrassed yourself to not only Twilight, but also now Applejack. You should probably say something to her, but for some reason you've felt some sort of decision paralysis that has had you awkwardly clinging to Blossomforth for the past minute and a half like a scared kitten. You're not sure how you ended up in this position, but at the very least, she's the one pony least likely to judge you at this moment.
Everypony else is staring at you.
Time to concede defeat. Wave the white flag. Surrender. [ 1d100 = 96 ]
Jesus fucking christ, I'm on a roll
" out of nowhere. [ 1d100 = 27 ]
You have permission to stand there and watch. Also, (You) all may have forgotten me, but I haven't forgotten you. I'm still working on my story here, slower than I'd like, but I'm not going to leave it unfinished.
i'm a lazy faggot anon, and i know you're the kinda filly that will come back and grace us with green when you can
take as long as you need mate
>Ywn be the diapered filly
If it would make you feel safe and happy you can be. You little diaperfag
I had a feeling a colored version existed, but I couldn't seem to find it in my filly folder
Except for you, you're becoming a babby.
Good evening everyone,
If I may have a moment of your time.
Thank you for your time.
Don't you dare use that language around here ever again, fuck you.
My, what language!
You know what that means missy, 3 hugs and your mouth's getting washed, NOW!
When are you gonna write more you gay?
"Alright, uncle, uncle. I'm a silly filly who gets into bants wars she can't win and then gets into arguments with her friends that she shouldn't. Are you all happy now?"
A warm smiles appears on Applejack's face.
>"Alright, I think you've had enough, sugarcube. Why don't you get back to that ice cream before it melts?"
You notice that the ice cream on your cone is starting to get soft, so you lap it up quickly before any of it can drop onto your fur. This earns you a slight giggle among a couple of your friends, but you don't really care. You didn't come here with all of your friends to get into stupid arguments, you came here to have fun, even if you do feel a little bit bad about putting a little extra cost on Twilight's wallet.
Despite her denying that she'd do it, Twilight does actually end up getting you all an extra round of desserts - apple pie and hot cocoa. Of course, it takes a while for you to get them, since Sugarcube Corner didn't have any pies already baked, but you are nonetheless surprised to see how quickly Blossom can get a pie in the oven from scratch. From what she's learned from the cakes, her flower cutie mark really ought to be flour.
As the pie bakes, you pass the time by chatting more with your friends. Since Twilight hasn't spent as much time around your school friends, she ends up dominating the conversation with questions to Rarity and Applejack to learn more about their interests.
Before you know it, you've passed nearly an hour at the shop, and the smell of warm apples and cinnamon wafts through the air. The pies are done.
how about no?[ 1d100 = 79 ]
But we already promised Twiggle's we wouldn't do stuff like this if she bought us ice cream. [ 1d100 = 87 ]
I’ll try to work up some motivation.
Haven’t been really been focused on it since it feels like my stuff has fade into obscurity.
That and school plus a forty-hour workweek tends to drain my time.
Who needs weed when you have pie? [ 1d100 = 94 ]
Fair enough. and you haven't faded into obscurity; I wouldn't have asked you if you had, would I have?
Cmon man, shitpost or not dont just try to hide your meems and delete them, because "you didnt really want it">>199246
Time for filly to break some innocences from others with some daily weed
If all fails, lay down on the table belly up and ask Daring for some bellyrubs[ 1d100 = 60 ]
Also these are some high rolls this time, but watch this post roll lower than 20 instead of the 75+ we've been getting
I'm sorry I am late. *CLears throat* Wakachicka Wakachicka!>>199109
What? You have autism? Really?! Like you are an autist and did you just dox yourself. Okay, that might have been trying to hard. Oh, well.
You will be quiet.
>>199382>Be filly>Exploit your situation by pretending to be innocent>Pic related>Perfect>Pretend to learn a new word>Tell it to all of the other fillies at school>Cheerilee calls Twilight in to speak about your behavior
"B-but I thought that word was okay, I heard Twilight say it…">Cue lecture on parenting>Twilight destroyed>Today was a good day
>>199215>be filler>in filler school>not paying attention, as usual.>you used to get in truble for not doing anything>until Cherilee realised you were aceing every test despite not paying attention or doing any formative work>still, you are bored>so you decide to tune in for a bit>it's mostly drivel>blah blah horse noises blah blah heliocentric blah blah>wait>dafuq you just hear?>heliocentric?
"Heliocentric?">the whole class looks at you
"Don't tell me you guys still thing the sun revolves around the earth">"well of course! Everyone knows that"
"Oh yeah? Prove that the sun revolves around the earth">she spends the next 10 minutes talking about how sunbutt and moonbutt move the sun and moon>"is that enough?">os.run Alex_Jones.exe
"Who said that the princesses move the moon and sun?">"the princesses"
"Really, you're telling me that the guys in power said that we need to keep them in power or else the sun stops moving? And you didn't question it">"Well what about when Nightmare Moon made it night forever"
"Well if these ponies possess enough magical power to make the sun move than surely stopping the planet from turning would be no problem">you spend the next hour autistically ranting about how it makes no sense within physics that the sun revolves around the earth and that its a massive conspiracy so the princesses can stay in power>all the math checks out but she still sends you home for disrupting her class with "misinformation">next day>go have breakfast with purple>read paper>"local teacher proves that eqqus revolves around the sun and not the other way round"
Geocentric* i'm retarded
I can't get over those forelegs on Twilight, no fucking way should they extend like human arms. Immersion tuined, literally unviewable.
As the pie is served, you have a sudden craving for a little bit of ganja.
"Hey, anyone got any weed?"
Twilight gives you an odd look - technically you only promised to drop the subject of pot in that one village, but this is an odd way to pay her back for covering your pie and cocoa. Nonetheless, it is Applejack who ends up responding to your query anyways.
>"Well shucks, I've got a bunch of weeds in the compost heap. What do you need em for?"
You weren't planning on having her answer, so you take a moment to think of a good response. Noticing the green color of your hoof gives you an idea.
"I umm… I want to make some all natural green paint. Make the snowmare look a little like me."
>"Aww that's cute. I'm not sure how useful weeds are as paint though."
Rarity takes a sip of her cocoa before adding her two bits to the conversation.
>"Actually Applejack, you would be surprised at what you can make paint from. I'm not so sure if painting a snowmare would be effective though. It would melt before you could apply all of the paint…"
The two spend the next five minutes talking about the practicality of turning weeds into paint. As they do so, Daring whispers into your ear that she has some of "the good stuff" growing in her backyard, and that she's willing to trade grass for ass.
HELL NO.[ 1d100 = 8 ]
HELL YES. [ 1d100 = 35 ]
"Ya know 'your ass is grass' is just a figure of speech, right?"
Forgot roll [ 1d100 = 93 ]
The filly winks at Daring[ 1d100 = 84 ]
Oh shit, that's right
Thanks for the reminder
Haha, it's snowy as fuck here. No way I'll be able to see it…
Scotch to surpass lockhe4rt when?
quality is better than quantity though
Most of those were super fucking old, satan. Lay the fuck off.
Sven shall be pleased with that >no hooves
, perhaps we may even get Placeholder back thanks to this
The old testament! Saturday! Honey! Jueves after Jews! Blue! Red! 27! 11! 50! 40! 45! February! June!
Are these the scrawlings of a madfilly, or prophetic visions of the day of the filly rapture? Knowing Lone, I honestly have no idea. Please hold me, I'm scared.
His quality has gotten better as well
>>199653>Mom's warm milk
no because i forgot and its a lot of fuckin fillies dating back months that i missed
im sorry satan, b-but im doing better, honest!
One more season, a lifetime of ride
one more season
but filly forever
>>199707>The officer gets a big surprise when Anonymous is nowhere to be found and the filly is the one who opens the door
"Alright, let's get this over with.">The filly then jogs out of the now empty house and hops into the passenger seat of the police carriage, flooring the mare even further>Wondering what's going on, the policemare decides to investigate the house further, but nothing turns up>Rather, no one>More confused than ever, she walks back out to see the filly still sitting there
"Come on, it's bad enough that I got evicted on top of this, let's just go to the castle already.">Not wanting to waste any more time, the mare just goes with it>Little does the policemare know, Anon IS the filly!
But it does go against the OP, as it states that there is a Human!Anon and Anonfilly
All part of Twilight's plan
More like:>Anonfilly doesn't want to be controlled by the neurotic Twilight>Human!Anon is a mommyfag>So they manage to switch bodies
I wrote some shit waiting for the eclipse.
>"Anon, it's time to get up!"
>be the greenest filly
>you 'bout to kill a nigga
>Shota dragon thinks he can get you up
>It's the middle of winter and the Crystal Tree Castle Playset™ has terrible insulation
>you're warm and comfy under a pile of blankets
>"Anon! C'mon! Get up!"
"Fuck off Spike it's fucking freezing"
>You snuggle further into the pile while you see Spike shivering
>Take that scale nigger
>"You have school today you have to get up!"
"Fuck school, it's too cold"
>Maybe if you ignore him he'll give up and go away
>fuck, it's not working
>"Anon, stop ignoring me!"
>You see him shiver
>"I know you can hear me!"
>you grin smugly at him
"It's warm under the pile…"
>"Dang it Anon, Get up!"
>He stamps his little claws on the ground
>You giggle at the sight
"Awww is the widdle baby angwy?"
>he's about to break keep it up
>He glares at you
>"This isn't funny, Anon!"
"tHiS iSn'T fUnNy AnOn"
>"Anon, get up."
"aNoN gEt Up"
>"Stop copying me!"
"sToP cOpYiNg Me"
>He throws his hands up in defeat
"You know, 'your ass is grass' is just a figure of speech, right?"
Daring chuckles a little. Not loud enough to be noticeable to the rest of your friends, but you can at least hear it. She then whispers into your ear again.
>"Actually, I was thinking more, 'ass, gas, or grass, no one rides for free'"
"What are you, a trucker?"
>"Nah, just horny is all. And if I'm gonna start acting social for the sake of the world or whatever, I might as well start taking advantage of my assets to get me some ASS-ets, am I right?"
She wraps a hoof around your neck and leans in close to you, cheek to cheek.
>"Hey, how about you and me, we get some vodka and get fucking hammered, yeah? We'll get Blossom to hide it in the ice cream, and then I'll eat it out of your cunt."
You're not sure whether or not to feel comfortable about all of this.
Ass, gas or grass doesn't really work that well with an Australian accent…
You can think of it in a sort of "mocking" tone.
I'm still saying that we should take a hard pass on this offer.[ 1d100 = 9 ]
Works in an irish accent "arse gahs or grass">>199728
"Nigga u gey" [ 1d100 = 95 ]
Thats how i imagine anything Australians say>>199728
"Hell yeah, When do you want to Smash?"[ 1d100 = 48 ]
What is with you aussie faggots and getting high rolls?
are you saying that we're all stupid? because if you are, then you're certainly not wrong.
But Anon…You are the filly.
I'm confused, is that pony above her pissing out a lasso?
That's not a nice way to talk about yourself
A few days ago I had a brush with computer problems, which deleted the entirety of my filly folder.
Through an old backup and lots of sifting work, I've gotten it back to full glory, and the threat of losing these fillies for good seems too real to me now.
So, after 3+ years, I finally extend my folder of fillies to you all.https://drive.google.com/open?id=1Bff9CRn8VVwgpxT6sU6cottQsQ3svXGI
Don't spend them all in one place!
"Well, more cuddles wouldn't hurt…"
>>199795>All those Harvey fillies
Huh, I was under the impression that was an old one somebody only uploaded recently.
>>199671>Sven shall be pleased with that no hooves
I am indeed. And everything else is also really nice.>>199655
Really like that chef filly here.
By the way, is anyone else getting the feeling the mod on /mlp/ might have calmed down a tiny bit with his hatred over Anonfilly? I mean, there's a thread there with Anonfilly in the OP, and it's been up for over a whole day. I don't know.
Calmed down over random Filly pics, maybe, but an actual Anonfilly thread will get the boot
I wouldn't expect we'd be able to have our thread back on /mlp/ at all short of a total replacement of the moderation team
At least the mods here are on /mlpol/ quite based though
>>199869>mods here are on /mlpol/ quite based
heck, meant to say "mods here on /mlpol/ are quite based"
It's probably just that the janitors don't care and the mods are lazy faggots who don't use the board. There is a thread that's had some unspoilered porn for three days that hasn't been deleted yet.
PTFG is the actual Anonfilly thread and they don't have much of an issue.
Yeah, I doubt mods/janitors actually skim through every post that's made. Most probably wait and go through reports, so unless it's reported, it could get through. Of course any Anonfilly thread will get reported right away thanks to people like the shill.
>>199869>At least the mods here are on /mlpol/ are quite based though
I agree. Kinda makes me wonder if 4chan wouldn't have been better as well if the mods and janitors were allowed to reply to posts every now and then so long as they kept it professional. Why is that rule even there for them now anyway?
There's a rule about that? I just thought they chose not to
>>199867>get let back into /mlp/>G4 ends soon after>/mlp/ delet
More like murder filly.
Have a bonus filly while I'm at it.
Filly court is now in session
>>199883>he hasnt read hasbro's plans
after season 9 its a movie and its over pal
the ride never ends, but itll slow to a crawl
We ride together, we die together.
Still hoping for some suicidial stream links @ 4/mlp/.
She's just cranky because her teeth are coming in.
She's just hungry
Better get the bottle
This made me laugh hard.
It is so funny.
What are the holes good for?
Reduces drag from the air
No bully babby>>199912>bottle
I guess Twilight isn't home right now?
Maybe she's tired of the biting as well
Also reduces the surface area for the impact to be spread over.
My poor waifu ;_;
You Did this to her anon.
"Nigga, you gay."
Daring looks a little bit offended.
>"The fuck you just call me?"
"I said you're gay. A homosexual."
>"How the fuck am I a homo? You're a homo!"
"We were both dudes before we came to Equestria, and we're now both chicks. That's basically like double gay right there.
>"It's not gay if it's a feminine pussy, Anon."
"…All pussy is feminine, Daring. That doesn't change the fact that we're both the same sex. And if you subscribe to the stupid social justice interpretation of gender, we're also the same gender. No matter how you slice it, it's fucking gay."
>"Right. And just so we're clear, you're the one who hit on me on the train, so if anyone here is gay, it's definitely without a doubt, you. I'm just trying to re-open that offer for some no strings attached gay sex."
Deal! [ 1d100 = 20 ]
"Sorry daring im not sure why i said that.i do want to fug, and its definitely not gay."[ 1d100 = 14 ]
"You're the aus here, shouldn't you be able to tell when a shitpost is a shitpost?"[ 1d100 = 19 ]
You forgot the magic words. No homo. [ 1d100 = 16 ]
Is it ok to bully a Filly?
No bullying you smelly faggot
Give a 10 minute presentation on the anonfilly homosex matrix aka how every way you cut it it's still a little gay
Forgot roll [ 1d100 = 54 ]
But it's fun to give fillies a complex
"Oh, we're both gay, especially if we have sex. No matter what we do, we're both gay as fuck. 'Sides, not like I actually declined
. I just said it's gay." [ 1d100 = 7 ]
Boost this shit [ 1d100 = 95 ]
Boosting the boost>>200159
GET DOWN MR. OBAMA!
Shit, I thought we left this behind on /mlp/.
"Oh we're both gay, especially if we have sex. No matter what we do, we're both gay as fuck. Hell, I kissed another filly in front of like… all of my friends. No matter how you slice it, this is as gay as it gets. I'd consider putting up a flowchart to demonstrate just how gay it is, but that would be pretty fucking gay, and Equestria has enough rainbows as is."
>"Okay, and what's your point in all of this?"
"My point is that I never actually declined. I just said it's fucking gay as hell."
>"Right. So gay sex sleepover at my house with weed and brownies"
"I never said yes either, you know."
>"Oh, you're just a fucking tease, aren't you?"
"Let's just say I'll keep my options open. Maybe we'll have raunchy lesbian sex tonight and I'll even bring toys. Maybe I won't feel like it. I kind of swing back and forth and you really have to catch me on a whim."
>"Okay, fine. But if you come all the way to my house tonight, no chickening out, alright?"
You're about to give her an answer when Blossom sneaks up from behind, surprising both of you two.
>"Hey, what'chu guys talking about. Is it the Jews again?"
"It's always the Jews." [ 1d100 = 80 ]
>>200204[ 1d100 = 86 ]
Why would it not be the jews for once? I bet you can't think of a reason![ 1d100 = 98 ]
wew lad. are these all gonna be used?
That's a big filly
>>200297>Anondwarf is the best pony
For those who do not mind turning gay after turning into a filly.
But the filly was already gay.
You can not be gay? How does one achieve this?
Imagine being a pony and cuddling with another pony.
Your pony body makes you feel more fulfillment and wholeness from the touching than a thousand faps ever could.
>get other fillies
"Lets form a gang!"
>roam ponyville but not after 9pm
>sell candy on the streets
>drive by water pistol shootings
>pimping hugs on the corner
>graffiti with crayons
>rise in phantom huggins
>put in time out corner
"What you in for?"
>"shooting 3 ponies, you?"
"Pushing candy, sold 5 the other day."
>"Not bad. Respect."
"It's always the Jews, Blossom. Every time. Like why would it not be the Jews for once? I bet you can't think of a reason. Not a single one."
>"Good point. I guess that's all you two ever think about. Next thing we know, you're gonna stop eating pork and start cutting off your… oh wait, you don't have one anymore."
"Hey, that's not funny. I miss mine…"
Daring wraps her hooves around you.
>"It's alright mate, I miss mine too. Did they ever cut yours?"
"Nope. I was lucky to have a smart dad."
Blossom starts giggling some more and points a hoof at you two. She then announces rather loudly so the rest of your friends take notice,
>"Oh my Celestia. Anon and Daring, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
Kiss the Aussie on the cheek. [ 1d100 = 96 ]
Did everyone just kinda forget the fact that Appul and Rarara are here with us?
Thats a good filly
I'd buy ALL the hugs.
"If you got the bits, you can also buy boops mothafucka"
I can assure you they are pretty confused right now. You went from whispering about God knows what to talking about to talking about a race they've never heard of, not eating a food they've never heard of, and having something unmentioned removed. It's really all Blossom's fault, but to her credit, the jump to accusing you of being lesbians may cause them to stop thinking about all of that for a little bit. Later, either Blossom or Twilight may inform them behind the scenes that this is all an elaborate inside joke related to some roleplaying game you played earlier.I reserve the right to have her refer to this roleplaying game as minecraft, so that I may make "in minecraft" jokes later on for the lulz.
Thank Celestia that there are other fillies in the group so I don't have to suffer through the ordeals of another male hugging me a lot.
>>200660>He doesn't want an Anon (human) to snuggle and pet his fluffy little ears while he falls asleep
"Has he seen Anonfilly? Have you shown him Anonfilly?"
"Anonfilly's a pony," Gordon said.
"Anonfilly's split," Kramer said to Stern. "She was one of the first test ponies that we sent to Equestria. Before we knew that you had to use water shields in a transit. And she's very badly split."
. . .
The animal's face was hideously distorted. One side appeared normal, but the other side was distinctly lower, the eye, the nostril, everything lower, with a line down the center of the face, dividing the halves. That's why they called it "split," he thought.
But worse was the far side of the face, which he didn't see at first, with the pony lunging and banging against the bars, but now he could see that back on the side of the head, behind the distorted ear, there was a third eye, smaller and only partially formed. And beneath that eye was a patch of nose flesh, and then a protruding bit of jaw that stuck out like a tumor from the side of the face. A curve of white teeth poked out from the fur, though there was no mouth.
Transformation errors. He now understood what that meant.
Damn avenger filly.
I would… if I were the one that wrote it.>>200734
Well yeah, but then how would we have gotten such top-quality gayposting?
If i pull that off, will you die
>Yet another day in the office.
>I'm sat at my computer, typing away.
>If I don't get these reports submitted, the boss will have my ass.
>I pause for a moment, rubbing the bridge of my nose with my fingers.
>The letters on the screen swim in a jumbled, incomprehensible mess.
"…I should probably go get some coffee."
>Locking the computer, I swivelled around in my chair and meandered out of my cubicle.
>I slowed for a moment as I passed the office printer, watching it spit out page after page of incomprehensible gibberish.
"Glad I'm not the one that's going to have to fix that."
>"Hey Anon! Did you catch the hoofball game last night?"
>Rainbow Dash poked her head out of a cubicle, wearing a dress shirt and tie.
>How she managed to put on a tie was a mystery to me.
"Ah… no. Been worn out with how much I've been working lately. You know how it is."
>"Yeah, they've really been busting our flanks lately."
"Gettin' some coffee. Want some?"
>"Nah. Those TPS reports keep coming in. We should head out for a drink sometime, though."
>I give a nod and a wave, continuing on my way.
>… When did Rainbow Dash start working in the office again?
>I weaved my way through a forest of potted plants, each laden with boxes of paper clips.
>They should be ready for harvest soon.
>Turning into the door of the break room, I made my way toward the industrial coffee maker.
>Plucking a disposable cup from the holder, I held it beneath the spigot as I depressed the lever to fill it with the dark brew.
>Worms and centipedes flowed out, startling me enough to drop the cup.
"What the fuck?"
>I heard the sound of hooves on the tile behind me.
>"Good evening, Anonymous."
>I turned to see Luna, sipping from a novelty coffee mug shaped like the moon.
"Oh. Hey, moonbutt. When did you start working here?"
>She smiled, moving closer.
>"I'm afraid I don't work here. And neither do you."
"I've worked here for years. Don't know what you're talking about."
>She nodded, sitting.
>"And where is here?"
>I opened my mouth to reply, but the answer didn't come.
>"Since when did Rainbow Dash work in an office?"
>That… was a good question. Why would she work in an office?
>Something was off.
"Wait… this isn't right…"
>She nodded and took another sip from her drink.
>"I wished to speak with you for a moment. In your dreams seemed to be the most convenient way."
>She gave a slight smile as she got uncomfortably close.
>"It is also nice to see you in this form again. How are you adjusting to life in the castle?"
>That's… that's right. I was in Equestria.
>I blinked, the world growing larger.
"Ah… it's okay, I guess. Celestia doesn't seem quite as clingy as she was."
>I looked at my hooves.
"Even in my dreams I guess I'm like this, huh? I guess it was nice to be back to normal for a bit."
>The princess of the night nodded, wrapping a wing around me.
>"The mind has a way of adapting your mental view of yourself, if you let it. With a bit of effort, you could probably change back. In the dream, at least."
>She smiled, then took another sip before continuing.
>"My sister has been quite happy. It has been ages since she has had somepony to care for."
>I nodded, closing my eyes and concentrating.
>When I opened my eyes, I was back to my standard height.
"That's better. At least I can be myself in at least one place."
>Luna smiled, keeping her wing in place.
>"We all need somewhere we can be ourselves at times."
>I affixed her with a flat stare.
"A bit more literal in my case."
>She hid her smile behind her mug as she took another brief sip.
>She paused for a moment before lowering her mug.
>"Say… Anonymous… I know you are now a filly… and my new niece… but… do you suppose…"
>She fidgets, fading into a mumble.
"What brought this on?"
>Her cheeks gain a bit more color.
>The red really stands out against her dark blue coat.
>I still have no clue how the hell ponies can blush through fur.
>"Well… without putting too much detail, Pinkamina's dreams are quite… forthright… about her recent activities at times."
>…quite literally, if Luna's actions are anything to go by.
"Look… Luna. I was really really drunk at that gala…"
>"Yes. Though alcohol does have a way of bringing out what is hidden beneath someone's surface. And beneath the surface, I find you to have much charm and wit. I find myself wondering what it would take to see that charm when thou art sober."
>Her hoof traced a small circle over my chest.
>My eyes darted about. How exactly could one make an escape when the one to flee controls the very domain one is in?
"Look… I'm… really flattered, but… I… uh…"
>The princess of the night starts leaning closer.
"I don't really know how well… uh…"
>As her lips puckered, I could feel my pockets swelling with noodles and tomato sauce.
>Her eyes drifted closed, and she wrapped her hooves around my shoulders to pull me closer.
>With a gasp, I shot upright in bed, eyes darting around the room.
>I looked at my green hooves before rubbing my face with them.
"Fucking ponies, man…"
>I flopped back down, trying to ignore the gymnastics my unfamiliar nethers were doing.
>Eventually I managed to get back to sleep.
>Luna must have had other duties pop up, as I slept peacefully.
Again, sorry for delay. It's been a while. Got distracted by the general bullshit of life. Hope you enjoyed.
Still gotta color that pic from New Year's at some point.
Holy shit i love how that dream sequence is written
Thanks! Not sure why that makes me so happy. Maybe it's the white russian I had contributing to it. Have a great night, (you).
yeah, well, yknow, thats just like, my opinion man
that was a disturbing picture in my head
i like it, thanks anon
No problem. But seriously, thank ptfg.
You should be embarrassed, but you already kissed one filly in front of all of your friends, so you might as well do it again. As the group chants further into the taunt (first comes love, then comes marriage…), you gently wrap your hooves around Daring and plop a fat kiss on her cheek.
A sly grin forms on her face.
>"Oh no cunt, you're not getting away with a weak peck like that."
Without warning, you are lifted up into the air by Daring and kissed straight on the lips. She forces her tongue into your mouth and holds you close, bending your body backwards in the air. You can vaguely see the ceiling, but your senses are distracted by your tongue being overpowered by a filly who tastes of rocky road… and the sudden realization that her wings should not be able to support you much longer.
Daring drops to the ground and eventually breaks off the kiss, letting you get back onto your hooves. Your friends are silent.
lie there stunned for as long as it takes for someone to help you[ 1d100 = 22 ]
try to hide how horny the kiss made you[ 1d100 = 94 ]
Holy shit… [ 1d100 = 76 ]
aw yiss, glad to see you're not died!
good shit as always
Simply look at daring and say, "no homo,"[ 1d100 = 9 ]
oh ok guess ill die
Wew, quite the dream
if somebody have a better idea for dialog lines - post it, maybe i'll finish this someday>>200748
nice update, glad you alive
"Told ya. Gay. As. Fuck." [ 1d100 = 48 ]
"r-R-RAAAAAAAAAAAPE!" [ 1d100 = 35 ]
Pretty damn good, but
I think you mean "won't" instead of "wont't"
This. It also sounds a bit stilted and awkward, maybe something along the lines of "This won't come out until you learn to behave." would be better fitting?
i miss when this thread wasn't full of pussified faggots who just want to circlejerk over another cute oc.
Very nice work, Anon. Looking forward to seeing this colored
I imagine that would be extremely difficult to remove with just hooves
Nah, it'd be easy. Just need a stick, a mirror and a bit of alone time. The problem isn't whether it'd be easy to take out, but what Twilight would do to you when she figured out you had removed it.
>>200882But a stick and mirror is more than just hooves
Jokes aside, that would definitely be the bigger problem>inb4 magically sealed so only she can remove it
>>198141>Still Lyra>You skedaddle inside, trying to think of a solution>Maybe you could suck that S.C.A.T. officer's dick>No, he probably had Stablecies lining up to do it>Damn, if only you had some way out of here>You look over to the nervous-looking emerald filly, huddled in the corner>Maybe she knew something
"…Hey kid, are there any secret doors in the castle? Or some kind of tunnels underneath us?">She doesn't answer
"Well, if I'm going down, you're coming with me. And I'm not talking about prison.">Anon gives an audible gulp, followed by a thoughtful look>"Huh? I dunno, probably not. The floor is pure crystal, so good luck trying to break through that.">Faustdamn it>"Wait, there IS the auxiliary tunnel in the basement."
"Huh?">"It was originally made to transport objects in and out of the castle discreetly, but isn't really used since Twilight can just teleport willy-nilly. We only use the basement for storage anyway. Old Halloween costumes and whatnot."
"Take me there. Now."
>>200906>Be Anonfilly>Lyra had taken the bait>Still levitating a knife behind you, Lyra followed your hoofsteps as you managed to locate the stairway to the basement>You were getting used to your new hom- abode.
"So anyway, the tunnel is magically sealed. You need to hold your horn against it and say the magic word to reveal it." you explain as you reach the bottom of the staurcase. "And since I'm an earth pony, I can't use it. I think Twilight might have locked it just to spite me.">"And what's the magic word?"
"Oh, it's 'Magikazam'">Lyra says nothing, and you can feel here eyes searching for a secret passage>You guide her into a cell you had spent the night in before
"See that circular discoloration at the back?">Lyra pokes inside, looking for said marking>With one strong heave, you slam the cell door behind her closed, hearing a *click* as it automatically locks>Before she could react, you blitzed to the left, out of her line of sight- and hopefully, magical ability>"LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! I WILL BUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T!">You hurried upstairs>You didn't know if the crossbars would hold.
oh shit son it's getting real right nowwhy do you torture us so with these cliffhangers
What are those scheming fillies up to?
they are gonna round up all the griffons.
And throw them a party?
nah, they can do that in hell
filly is fucked>>200757
cleanse your mouth from the unmarried filth you just exposed yourself to [ 1d100 = 84 ]>>200748
nice. love the shit you do
It is clear now that Placeholder won >>197973
. How are you fillies going to celebrate him when he returns?
my autism thought anon was physically picked up, bent backwards midair, and orally tongue raped
Well yes, that would be the case more or less. But the bent backwards part looked kind of like that photo.
Cute!>Stallion hits on mom>Both of them reject him
>ask Twilight for a blank book to use as a diary
>she says yes
MAKE A CHOICE
>proceed to write shit like "this is a diary" on each page for 666 pages followed by "turn to page 394" followed by writing "your gay" on page 394 to piss Twilight off when she reads it
>proceed to write shit like "I think Twilight is starting to love me less because she's been stricter than usual. I hope she doesn't start beating me up" to manipulate Twilight when she reads it
Both of your options are fucking gay.>Acquire blank book>Proceed to draft an autistically good grand fantasy epic on par with LOTR>Let Twiggles be genuinely impressed when she reads it>Act really bashful when she suggests you publish it but eventually agree>Spend your hours after school working on revising and perfecting your story under Twilight's helpful eye until you fall asleep next to her and wake up in the morning to her fluffy wings>After a year of tedium made enjoyable by your loving momfu, publish it to critical acclaim as the youngest best-selling author Equestria has ever seen>Be set for life with your newfound riches>Have a great relationship with Twilight>Be genuinely fucking happy instead of cruelly toying with Twilight's autism or just getting some momentary happiness with a fucking shitpost.
Fuck your choices, I fill it with poorly drawn horse pussy and color each and every one of them purple.
This option is the best.
Why not both?
>Add in a green filly named Incognito who struggles with autism and has a mean mom
Now that's thinking ahead
how to get rich>step 1. Buy lottery tickets>step 2. win
If you had a penis, it would be as hard as diamonds right now, but tragically you do not. Instead, you have a rather uncomfortably hot and bothered vulva that is dripping wet. You're not sure if this is your first heat or if Daring's kiss genuinely turned you on. You're hoping not the latter, as this might suggest you're quite the submissive type, or just completely fucked in the head.
Actually, scratch that, you probably are fucked in the head. This is the same pony who kinda raped you in an alternate universe, and right now you'd like to put a strap-on on her and let her go to town… okay, now you're even more wet. You quickly sit down next to your friends again so that no one can tell what's going on downstairs. Daring takes a seat next to you and wraps a hoof around you.
"So yeah Daring, n-n-no homo, right?"
She cracks a smile.
>"All of the homo."
WHy bother? If Twiggles is your momfu, then you're already rich.
"W-w-wew lass" lean in and tell her what the kiss did to us[ 1d100 = 80 ]
I think? I drew it during a long-ass flight, so your guess is as good as mine.
>>201242>He draws fillies in public
Either way its a good filly. good job
It's a metaphor, writing a great epic fantasy novel is easier said than done
Exhibit A: all the writefags
>>201242>long ass flight
Is that why your flag said germany that one time?
I had a short layover in Germany at one point, but I'm pretty sure I had my VPN on then. Would make sense it showed though, VPNs on this site get pretty fucky.
but thats gay, you faggot![ 1d100 = 87 ]
"What are we going to do on the bed?">It's not sex
The fillies not having shadows feel very weird.
Their influence grows
Nightly updates may or may not be back very soon.
"I can't exactly think of anything at the moment, but I do have a request… of sorts."
>She gives a small nod.
"I'd like to be able to ask you for something… either when I really need it or I think of something useful."
>"That seems fair enough. I will warn you however, don't rely on me after 9:00 or before 8:00. As a general rule of hoof, my sleep is not to be interrupted."
>You shudder at the example lying next to you with in a mangled and bloody hoodie.
"Alright, that's reasonable."
>"I should also inform you that you'll likely have some difficulty walking for a while, but with practice it should pass."
"I expected that, thank you for your help."
>"Don't thank me yet."
>The burning rod was nothing.
>The ribs merely a scratch.
>Everything pales in comparison to the pain that is throbbing and piercing through your entire nervous system.
>You try to focus on a small point and end up settling on a particle of dust.
>So small, so insignificant.
>Drifting on the wind, brought along by forces much bigger than itself, or possibly even its comprehension.
>And yet, it supports life.
>Microscopic mites crawling all over it, scavenging for any morsel of sustenance they can find.
>And amazingly, it can still do harm.
>Some find the mites allergenic, eyes and lips swelling up painfully in the prolonged presence of something as seemingly minuscule as dust.
>You were never one such person.
>Perhaps it was the filthy lifestyle you were allowed to lead as an infant, shoving dirty hands into your mouth.
>Perhaps it was luck.
>In any case, you're stronger than some.
>And looking back at recent events, you'll need all the strength you can get.
>Like lacking a fucking allergy could help you…
>The pain slowly begins to subside.
>Tentatively, you try to move a hoof.
>It doesn't obey you.
>You remain calm.
>'Wiggle your big toe.'
>You look over to Twilight for guidance only to find that she's still asleep.
>Why were you looking to her?
>You're a big filly.
>Something about you does feel a bit hollow without said validation though, and it's probably this fact that delays your return to movement for quite a while.
>But when you finally get that little wiggle of movement back in your hoof…
>your face beams with pride.
>Slowly, work out a method for crawling.
>Use the rough backs of your hooves to pull yourself forward a bit, lift up and push out, come back down…
>Eventually you make it back over to Twilight.
>Her eyes shoot open and she gives you a death glare before her looks soften.
>"Oh, it's just you. Hello, Anon."
>You weakly lift up a hoof.
"Let's go home."
>"You don't have to tell me twice."
>"Would you like to take a shower on your way out?"
>Twilight levitates you onto her back once more and you can feel her sweat a bit.
>"No, I think I'll be fine washing this all out at home. Thank you, Princess."
>"Knock next time, My Faithful Student."
>"Yes, of course."
>In a blink, you're home again.
>The few items Twilight brought on her person are retrieved in another flash.
>It's then that you notice you're standing right next to a huge fucking pit.
>There's no note this time.
>But Twilight's bed is nowhere to be found, to be assumed as the target item.
>"Not to kill me, they knew we were gone… if they wanted to kill they would've already tried… just to mess with me…"
>"Not now you little shit, you got me fucking killed."
>You're taken a bit aback.
>After a few minutes of useless examination, Twilight resigns herself to one of the many guest rooms with you next to her.
>"I'm sorry. This is stressing me out like you wouldn't believe."
>You just wave your tail a bit.
>For whatever reason, you got control of it back rather quickly.
>"Do you have any clues as to where to start with all of this? Locations? Ponies involved? A lead of any kind?"
It's been too long for me to even remember if we had a clue at all
Ah, nice. Was there ever an after-party scene with Pinkie? As far as I know we got tipsy at the party but never actually picked her up on her proposition.>>201237
RAPE![ 1d100 = 60 ]>>200910
Hide and seek, metal version.>>201337Glad to have you back!
Is golemancy common in Equestria? If a particular school uses it that may be a help. Also they must use an earth-based magic considering the golem, their manipulation of ground and ability to move through crystal. They probably reside underground as well.[ 1d100 = 23 ]
You know what that means, it's rereading time!https://pastebin.com/sGSfXRXL
No, sick fillies are liable to spread diseases that my immune system wouldn't be able to handle as a human in Equestria. I'd take her to the doctor and get her prescribed something to deal with it, but I would try to keep a safe distance.
Fantastic! Although, the Safe folder is so large that the page freezes up after a thousand entries or so. It's thereby impossible to find "Born to be filled" soldier anonfilly.
>>201397>vomit coming out of the nose
Damn, filly. That's the worst.
Yeah, happened to me last tuesday. That filly is kind of an accurate representation of that experience, tears and all.
Check Twilights room for any clues then get some rest, we should get our strength back before we start investigating properly [ 1d100 = 100 ]
that roll though!
Wasted a 100 on a boring roll
Cuz he's unknown for wasting shit
Yes, I would make her soup and keep her as comfortable as possible
That's fucking awful…
>>201383Wise words from a wise filly.>>201337
"Is Golemancy common?">You can see her brow furrow as she considers your question.>"No, not very. It certainly isn't taught in any magic schools I know of, most see it as having too much potential for destruction."
"Do you know of any books on the subject?">"I'm in possession of one of the few copies.">She looks rather proud of that.>For a moment at least, before she zips off in a panicked dash.>About five minutes later she comes back.>"Well, they didn't get it from me. The library is secured as far as I can tell.
"Could they have copied it?">"I couldn't put individual alarms on every book, the ringing in my head would be impossible whenever I went to pick one up and it would cause a lot of strain to keep them active. I do have a secondary system in place for if anything is acted upon by magic other than my own though, the alarm system is localized in the castle instead of in my head. I'd know if somepony tried to copy it. I don't think there's a lead here, Anon…"
"I wouldn't say that for sure; you must have a supplier.">She goes quiet for a second before laughing a bit.>"I honestly can't believe I overlooked that. Keep that up and you'll be next in line after me. I can see it now; 'Coronation of Princess Clo-"
"Stop it!">She playfully pushes you over.>"Not for a while though, we need to get your legs back in shape first.">You blush, frankly not all that keen on this much attention.
"Some rest might not be bad for me, I'd like to take a look at this crater first though.">"Oh no you don't. What you need right now is some physical therapy. I'll look around the crater for a bit, let me just…">Five minutes later and you're lying on a very comfortable couch.>"Don't get too cozy, I won't be longer than a few hours."
"Mhm.">You feel your eyelids grow heavy.>You'll just rest them for a second…>…>"You're very close."
"It's been a while.">"Yes, I suppose it has. There isn't much more I can tell you, you might want to consider this a proper goodbye."
"I'm sorry again, all the warnings…">"No, I shouldn't have gotten angry at you. This machine puts my mind under so much stress, it's difficult not to. Breaking off contact with you will alleviate a bit."
"I won't see you again?">"Well… I wouldn't count on it. Even if you could find me, the process of removing me would kill me unless you had somepony very specific. I can't say much more, just that they are likely to present themselves to you. I can't even do certainties anymore… good luck, Anon.">You don't quite know what to say as the black dreamscape around you begins to melt.>For a split second, you see her face; fur unwashed and sweaty, mane unkempt…>You think she has something branded on her neck, but you can't make it out before Twilight pulls you up into the air.>"Come on Sleepyhead, time to go to Fluttershy's house."
"Wha?">"Nobody knows animal rehabilitation better than her. As I'm sure you've gathered, I'm not exactly positive I'll be able to work on that body of yours without doing further damage."
"I'm not just any animal…">"Same principles whether or not you shit in the woods. Now come on, she has something going on later."
"Of course you'd keep track of everyone's schedule as well as your own…">"Not everyone, just most everyone."
"That's not much better.">"Fuck off.">The morning is alive with the ambient sounds of winter as the two of you go out.>Riding atop Twilight is much better with your mane in the wind and enough muscle strength to keep a weak grasp on her barrel.>You doubt she'd let you fall, but the freedom to do so is still reassuring.
"Did you find anything in the crater?">"No, I'm not even sure what made it just yet…">Things go quiet.>You're a bit cold, but you're sure Fluttershy will have a fire going.>It's like the main thing cottages are good for.>You're not disappointed as a knock on the door greets you with a blast of warm air.>"Oh, Twilight! Do what brings you here today?">"Well, I managed to get little Clover here healed up; I was wondering if you had any methods of physical therapy for ponies?">You can see her shrink back a bit.>"My specialty is really animals…">"We are animals, silly.">"I don't-">"I'll pay you.">She stops for a few seconds.>"How much?">"200 bits.">"Come on, Twilight. I know you can let more than that go, bills are due soon and-">"250, and that's final. I'm not going to let you Griffon me on this.">"Alright, you've got a deal.">Fluttershy retreats back into her cottage.>You barely hear Twilight grumble 'So much for the magic of friendship…' under her breath.>Twilight sits down on the couch, setting you down on the rug.>Fluttershy takes a sip from her mug of tea.>"Alright, first things-">"Where's my mug, you're not going to deny me that with the deluxe package; are you?">Five minutes of tea brewing later, and Twilight takes a sip from her newly acquired mug.>"Alright, first things first. We have a lot to get through today, can you tell me exactly where you're afflicted?">Input action.
After being off the internet for a few days, this is one of the best surprises I could come back to especially because my hiatus was due to some mental health issues
! To celebrate this, I want to write you all some one-offs. You have an idea but don't know how to put it out there, I'll help you out! (just no lewds, I'm pretty bad at that.)
Everything used to be fucked but now it's un-fucked and we need to figure out how to use most of it again.[ 1d100 = 16 ]
"Whew lass… that was, certainly interesting."
Blossom stares with a pit of a pout to her face.
>"Now what am I supposed to make fun of you with?"
Daring bursts into laughter in response.
>"How about you find another filly to bully. Maybe Twilight?"
Twilight seems shocked and appalled and seems to try to deflect the bullying onto one of either Applejack or Rarity for a better target. You can't recall her exact words, as you borrow Daring's ear and whisper into it.
"Hey Daring, you got me wetter than one of those swamp puddles from that kiss. You know, down there…"
She nods and - in continuing with her banter with Twilight - lowers her hoof slowly, but unnoticeable to the rest of the group, towards your flank. She reaches under and starts rubbing gently against your clit. Her hoof is gentle, but it nonetheless sends waves up pleasure up your spine. You try to keep a straight face to the rest of the group, but if she keeps this up, you're not sure how much longer you'll last.
Sorry for only having two updates in four days instead of one a night. On Saturday I had a paper to write, and last night I had some stuff to do with a friend. Will try to return to regularly scheduled filly.
oh shit nigga, what are you doin[ 1d100 = 65 ]
Return the favor. [ 1d100 = 65 ]
Filly and gang catches criminals scooby-doo style.
Assume direct control and put Daring's hoof in the right spot for maximum carnage.[ 1d100 = 67 ]
Always felt like the washing machine filly was too slow
So I sped her up
Possible reason that caused this >>201397
, filly should watch her mouth around purple
Well, you know what you need to do now don't you? Faster
>>201547>Tfw bloom effect fucked the gif
All this time doing that and this happens, JUST
Have the no bloom version a very angery fillu using her erf magiks against reason. Ponk is pleased
In the future, could you link posts to the green? Makes it easier for me when I go back to check all the rolls.>>201501
Hmm… I have plenty of ideas, have one that's almost a year old now.>/mlp/ Anon who hates the filly thread gets turned into the filly.>Constant lurker/contentfag for the filly thread has to take care of them.>Abuse/shenanigans/whatever the fuck ensues.
There, don't spend it all in one place.
"My back's been bothering me a while and I'm not sure how it is now, and 'cause of it I haven't gotten any exercise."[ 1d100 = 29 ]>>201507
Exchange funny stories so you can hide behind laughter.[ 1d100 = 38 ]>>201544>>201547>>201550
You lift up your flank and pull Daring's hoof in further, sitting down on it so she can more properly massage your clit. The result is much more intense, and as a result, you have significant difficulty keeping a straight face in front of your friends. Nonetheless, you have positioned yourself in such a way that you're pretty sure they don't suspect anything. From their point of view, it looks like Daring is scratching your lower back.
…or at the very least if they do notice, they're not bringing it up or giving you any weird looks.
To try to keep up the facade that nothing is going on, you move the conversation towards a few funny rumors and stories you've heard around town. If nothing else, Twilight could use some catching up on what's going on outside the tree fort, and it would serve to hide the little giggling outbursts you find yourself making every so often as Daring arbitrarily decides to speed up for a few seconds. You can tell, however, that this won't last forever. Each time she decides to speed up, you feel more and more desirous, as if there's an itch that just won't give in no matter how much it is scratched.
You need a dick in you.
Whisper to her: "You, me, your place, ASAP." [ 1d100 = 14 ]
Working on it, should be done tomorrow.>>201616
Good idea, I'll try to do you proud with it. Also, sorry for forgetting to link the roll.
Scrap together every point in constitution we have to beat back that feeling![ 1d100 = 57 ]
And constitution save…[ 1d20 = 3 ]
For when even the hose isn't enough
Excuse yourself to the privacy of the bathroom.[ 1d100 = 92 ]
>>201397>Would you take care of yourself?
Of course. Now what Twilight or any other pony would do is another story.
Would you take care of another filly as the filly?
>>201857>Be filly>Happy as sin>Other filly shows up>Doesn't want to eat>Stays inside all day and fucks around with ancient strategy games on the archaic game console you have>You can hear her crying herself to sleep every night through the thin walls>Start cooking for two>You have to remind her to eat>Start dragging her to take showers more often>With a bit of her protest, start sleeping next to her at night, curled up around her>She starts opening up to you, confiding secrets in you>She starts going out in public with you, tentatively at first but soon with a bit of a smile on her face>Then one night, while the two of you are cuddled up on the couch, you say something wrong>She goes completely quiet>You ask her, she says everything is fine.>She just wants some alone time.>You trust her at this point.>You give it to her.>When you finish the movie, you head into bed>She's already asleep>You settle up next to her.>She's cold.>You nudge her.>No movement.>Inwardly you're panicking, but you stay calm.>You check for a pulse.>Nothing.>You run to the hospital as fast as you can, but you know it's too late.>She's been dead for at least an hour.>The paramedic just confirms your fears as he sadly shakes his head.>"Heart attack, nothing you could've done. Medscans show it was caused by a chunk of cholesterol that came off and went straight to her heart."
"C-cholesterol?">"Yeah, looks like she hadn't been eating the healthiest diet…">You killed her.>You killed the filly that trusted you.
Damn, baited again
There's no way you're going to last another minute of this. You get out of your seat and excuse yourself to use the bathroom. At least in your defense, you just ate.
When you enter the bathroom of Sugarcube Corner, you note that it looks more like the kind of bathroom you'd find in a home than you would in a restaurant. Clearly this is logical, since Sugarcube Corner is a mom and pop shop of sorts, and Blossom literally lives on the top floor, but it's still odd to think about. Given this fortune, however, you quickly grab a towel and shove it in your mouth as a gag to keep your friends from hearing any moaning. You then proceed to assault your clit with your hooves with lightning speed. At this point, you're so wet that any attempts to keep a hold of your clit results in massive slipping. You almost end up shoving your entire hoof into your pussy, but realize that might actually hurt, even if you could fit it all in. Instead, you grind the length of your foreleg along your marehood rapidly, and very soon, your body feels like melting. It's as if an electric current burst through your entire body simultaneously originating from your crotch. And as you kept rubbing, it kept going and going and going until you could no longer keep up.
You feel like a sweaty mess. You should probably take a shower, but that might make your friends wonder why the hell you're taking a shower at Sugarcube Corner. Of course, they might also wonder why you smell strongly of hormones when you walk out of the bathroom, and why your mane is now dripping with beads of sweat.
Go out there, and if your friends ask, say nothing except a heartfelt apology for what you did to that poor, poor toilet. [ 1d100 = 6 ]
This. Just accept it and man up if you're asked. Somebody's faggy answer got us into this, so someone else's less faggy answer will get us out. [ 1d100 = 70 ]
This, accept defeat. [ 1d100 = 100 ]
Also, I think it would be kind of assumed that we'd wipe off the sweat as best we can before leaving the bathroom.[ 1d100 = 53 ]
, your green is finished! I present to you "If It Weren't For You Meddling Fillies"! Also, it's a third of a year late (or two thirds of one early), but here's my Halloween green.
>Be Filly>It's pretty late on Halloween night>After sorting through your haul and digging in as much as Twilight would let you, you and the other fillies are all put to bed>However, since all of you just got done eating roughly half a pound of candy, none of you are sleeping>You're just lying awake in the darkened room, but many other fillies are still messing around despite the fact that Spike's been stationed inside the room>Sure, he's doing his best to calm down the other fillies, but there's only one of him and fifty-something of them>Eventually, one of the other fillies ends up shouting over all the other noise and grabbing all of your attention>"HEY, WE SHOULD GO OUTSIDE AND TRY TO FIND SOME COOL STUFF!">And like most cliched moments in any movie, everyone stops in their tracks and stares at her>"You know, like a ghost or something! Halloween's not over until we wake up tomorrow and it's Friday, so why not?">Huh…>She has a point>You know what, fuck it>You're not going to sleep anyway with the sugar-high you're letting stagnate inside you, so why not burn it off?
"I'm in.">At these words, the bewildered stare that Spike had fixed on your now-accomplice is fixed on you>"Count us in too!">A pair of fillies that look like they were *messing around* under the covers up until this moment are where the voice came from>Again, Spike's glare shifts over to the newest members of the party>"Anyone else?">OG filly speaks up again, but no more replies come…>… Except Spike>"You all do realize that Twilight will kill all of you if you do this?">"Come on, Spike. If we cared what Twilight thought, we wouldn't be organizing this right now.">"Still, even if you don't care, I'm not letting this happen!">"And what are you going to do? There's four of us to you. If you try to stop one of us, the other three will rescue them and leave anyway. If you go get Twilight, we'll all be gone when you get back here.">Spike tries to respond, but cuts himself off a few times before growling in frustration>"Fine. If you all insist on going, then I'm going with you!">Oh>This wasn't expected>OG was the first to recover from the shock of this announcement>"Welcome to the crew! That makes us an even five, since no one else wanted to join.">She throws a glance across every other filly in the room at that last statement>"Anyway, let's go; we're burning moonlight!">One successful blanket-rope-escape later, you all are outside and on the hunt for the paranormal>Spike is tailing you all and trying to make sure nothing draws the group too far from the castle, but that's clearly not happening>"You know, we could still get back to the castle before Twilight realizes we're gone.">"Yeah, but we haven't even found anything cool yet!">"I don't know, I think some of those shadows back there were pretty spooky."
"Weak sauce. Besides, we just left.">"Exactly! We went outside, now we go back before Twilight finds out and punishes us all.">"Punishment is temporary, the bonds made on adventures are permanent."">(audible sigh)>With most of Spike's grumbling left behind you all, the party continues on into town>After some more searching and tooling around, you eventually see a non-anonymous filly>Odd, why is she running?>wHY IS NIGHTMARE MOON CHASING HER>After all of you pull yourselves from your respective hiding spots, OG gets a huge grin and turns towards you all>"Gentlemares and dragon, I believe we've found our purpose.">"Oh no. No, no no nonono NO! We are NOT getting involved in this! We are going back to the castle and forgetting this!"
"Nah mate, we're already in a position to do the right thing here."<"Yeah, what would Twilight do?">Spike goes silent and thinks for a hot minute before answering>"… Yeah, I guess we can't really just let that happen.">Taking a triumphant step forward, OG continues on with the plan>"Alright, so what we're gonna do is first, try to figure out what the hell's going on. Then, we perform a citizen's arrest and notify the authorities. Basically, we're gonna Scooby-Doo the shit out of this jerk."
"Okay, so then how do we figure out who or what we're dealing with?">"How about we split up and search for clues?">"No, we're already doing something stupid and dangerous. I'm not letting it get any more stupid and dangerous."
"Don't worry, Spike. The gang always splits into two groups in Scooby-Doo, so I assume that's what happens here.">"Alright, it's decided; now all we have to figure out who everyone is.">"I call Velma!"<"I'm Daphne for sure."
"I guess I'm fine with Shaggy.">"And since I'm the leader, I'm Fred."<"Tough luck, Spike, you're left with Scooby.">"I don't even know what's going on.">"And you don't have to, just take Shaggy and go follow them. Velma, Daphne and I will go the other way to see if we can find anything.">Before Spike can protest further, you two are left on a sidewalk watching the other fillies running away>"WE'LL MEET Up back here in ᵗʰᶦʳᵗʸ ᵐᶦⁿᵘᵗᵉˢᵎ">And they're gone
"Well, let's get a move on. That filly won't save herself, you know.">Without waiting for Spike to respond, you start running off where you saw them all go>Spike notices this pretty quickly and starts running after you, eventually pulling up alongside you>You two navigate your way through the town, following the sounds of commotion as best you can>Eventually, you two find three costumed fillies cowering in an alley with their eyes tightly shut>Taking initiative, you tap one of them on a shoulder and help her up>She doesn't get up, but she does open her eyes>"Is she gone?"
"We didn't see her when we got here, if that's what you're asking.">"And what are you all doing out so late?">"We were still doing some trick-or-treating to get even more candy, but when we were going home, she started chasing us."
"Any idea why?">"No, just that she cornered us here and then left, I guess.">"You all should still head home, it's getting late and your parents are probably worried.">"Yeah, I'm not doing any more candy hunting tonight. Also, I dropped my bag along the way, so I couldn't even if I wanted to"
"Dang, tough luck.">You and Spike spend some time escorting the scared filly back to her home before heading back to the established meeting place
>Be the filly designated Fred>Be running alongside Daphne and Velma towards where the filly and Nightmare came from>You're all making good progress in what you think is the right direction when you all see something overhead>A shadow>A pony shadow>It only passes over you all, but slowly enough that you all can clearly see who it is and where they're going>It's none other than the Nightmare, and she's heading off towards the edge of town>You all silently confirm the next course of action, and change your course to follow that mare>After following as best you can for a few minutes, you all end up with a cold trail>That is, until Daphne finds something<"Hey, I think you all will want to see this."
"Yeah, what is it?">You and Velma trot over, eager to see this discovery>It's a feather>A black and blue feather>This is certainly an interesting find>As you ponder the ramifications of this discovery, Velma chimes in>"I think I know whodunit!">This catches the other two of you off-guard
"Already?">"Well, I have a guess. We'll need to catch this jerk to know for sure."<"Any ideas on how to do that?">"Unfortunately, no.">You think you have an idea, though>You're definitely going to need some help with it, but you have an idea
"I think I've got that covered, but we're going to need Shaggy and Scooby to do it.">With that statement, you and Daphne head back to the meeting zone with Velma following, feather in mouth
>Be the filly known as Shaggy again>The others were already waiting for you two when you got there, and both Fred and Velma have stupid grins this time
"I can already tell you all found something, spill it.">"We found a clue!">"Fnd I ffgfred fut whff fhf Nffghtmrre iff!">After spending a second wondering why Velma's talking like that, you notice the feather>"Is that the clue?">And Spike noticed too<"Yeah, but she won't tell us what it means until we've caught the culprit.">"So that just means we need a trap, and I've got an idea!">"Can we not just tell the police and give them the feather as evidence?">Fred gives Spike a challenging stare before giving his retort>"Where's the fun in that? We've already come this far, why not seal the deal and figure it out ourselves?">(another audible sigh)>"Alright, what do we need for this trap…">we need to give one of us a benis>No brain, stop shitposting!>Fred's talking and we're missing stuff>"… sheets, and candy.">Huh?>"And we can find all of what we don't have at the castle, let's go! Also, Shaggy, Scooby, you two can tell us what happened on your half of the adventure while we're there."
>You all run back to the castle to find a few fillies staring out the window, presumably waiting for your return>Upon seeing you, one of them yells something into the now-bright room and the blanket ladder comes tumbling down again>Fred gets there first, wasting no time in yelling up his demands>"Hey, we're gonna need a few more blankets and some spare candy! I know one of you has some stashed in there somewhere, so hand it down!"
<"Why do you need candy and blankets?">"We're doing some Scooby-Doo stuff, we need them to set a trap!">The filly in the window debates this before yelling down a reply and then ducking back inside
<"Alright, but you all better have a good story for us all when you get back up here and I better get my candy back!">A few minutes and an explanation of yours and Spike's mini-adventure later, a few tied white blankets carrying candy fall to the grass>"Nice, now let's set this all up!">As you all head back into town to set up, Fred explains his plan>"Alright, so Scooby and Shaggy will be pretending to be trick-or-treaters heading home with candy, and they'll each be wearing a sheet as a disguise. When the Nightmare starts chasing them, they'll lead her back to an alley that Velma, Daphne and I will be waiting in, we'll throw another blanket on top of her like a net, and pin her to the ground!">And almost as soon as the words have left Fred's mouth, Spike is already protesting>Well, at least you know what that other stuff you missed was>"No, we are not letting any of us serve as live bait to some strange mare! Has nopony ever taught any of you about 'stranger danger'?>"Don't worry, Spike, you can help Shaggy stay safe from the stranger since you'll be bait with him.">"THIS JUST MAKES IT WORSE!"<"Well, would you do it for a gemstone?">"… Huh?"<"I can still pick the ones that were on my costume off and give them to you.">Spike goes quiet for a minute>"I'm not doing it for any less than five."<"Done.">Spike nods in agreement before turning to you>"Are you okay with being bait?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty confident in my running ability.">"You don't have to if you don't want to."
"It's fine, I'm out here to burn off the sugar I ate anyway!">"Fair enough.">Conversation kind of peters out here, but you all were already fairly close to town>Once you're all back and situated, the trap goes up quickly and costumes go on even quicker>Pretty soon, you and Spike are walking around in ghost costumes and carrying around a bag of candy
"It's sure getting late, I sure hope nothing scary happens on the way home!">"Yeah, it would really suck if we lost all this candy!"
"Yeah, we must've hit at least FIFTY HOUSES!">"And they all had full bars, no small packages in sight!"
"And this ghost costume is pretty long, I might trip if I have to run in it and drop the bag!">"Then we'd lose ALL OF THIS CANDY!">Just after Spike finishes his sentence, you two see a bush rustle ahead of you>Showtime
>You cast him a glance, and he gives a near-imperceptible nod of confirmation>You two continue walking until exactly what you expect jumps out of the bushes<"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!">The Nightmare doesn't scare either of you, but you both still jump a bit before turning around and booking it to the others>The costume gives you both a few close calls, but nothing happens to trip either of you>Spike also keeps the candy close by>After all, it's always nice to return something that was lent in good faith>The chase continues all the way down to the alley, you and Spike actually managing to widen the gap a little bit from what it was in the beginning>You and Spike then charge around the corner, just in time for Fred, Velma and Daphne to prep and throw the blanket up into the Nightmare's face>While she's struggling under it, everyone but Fred stands on a corner>She has other plans>She waits, watching the struggling figure until the Nightmare's head pops out from under the still-pinned sheet>That's when she strikes, removing the helmet and what was discovered to be a fake horn before the pony can respond and exposing damning evidence of the pony's identity>A bright, technicolor rainbow of a mane>"So it was Rainbow Dash all along!"<(Sigh) "Yeah, you all caught me.">Upon seeing this, Velma gets her grin back>"As I suspected. I recognized the blue hue of the feather under the black dye, and I also remember past Nightmare Night pranks pulled by her. Each of those pranks were specifically to scare ponies, and tonight had seemed too quiet while we were out there ourselves."
"Why were you still out here this late, though?"<"Well, I decided to do some trick-or-treating of my own. A grown mare can't exactly walk around and ask for candy though, so I decided to get some through pranks. I would've gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for you meddling fillies.">Wow, this really is just a Scooby-Doo episode, isn't it?>Oh wait, Daphne's talking<"Why not just buy some candy tomorrow? It would've been a lot cheaper than that costume and would've been less effort, too."<"That wouldn't be as fun! Isn't that what this holiday's about?">"Yeah, but that doesn't excuse you from ruining the fun of others. Come on, what would Twilight think?"<"Hold on… Spike? Maybe I should ask what you're doing out here instead of you all asking me.">"These four decided to sneak out and look for ghosts, I went with to make sure that nothing bad happened to them."<"And you didn't stop them?>"They wouldn't be stopped. Also, there's no way we're getting back without Twilight finding out by now."<"Actually, I think I can cut you all a deal if you let me out.">Rainbow's deal was to sneak you all back in, in exchange for forgetting about what happened tonight>Not being stupid, you all jumped on this>Soon enough, all of you were sitting inside a blanket being flown back to Twilight's castle by blue fast>Other fillies are there to pull the blanket inside when you all get there, and the first face you all see upon escaping the folds of fabric is one of a purple pony>Zoinks
That's a paddlin'
Great fic, filly.
Your efforts are futile. I will never stop until you all know that filly is for pain and suffering.
Nice. I guessed Luna, turns out I'm not a very good detective. Thanks for doing my idea.
Also hard to believe that not many others jumped at the chance to have a personalized green made.
Good to see you're feelin' a bit better man!>>200980
I like the idea. Let's imagine ponies does not have the same approach to nazism as we do as humans.
You mean you, Czaro?
ah ain't no faggot whatcha meanin' sir
I'd nuzzle a fellow filly and anybody who wouldn't is a faggot
Filly got caught trying to leave the house dressed like a thot.
>>202008>Be a dude who got turned into a filly>Happily nuzzle another dude who also got turned into a filly
Both you and that other Anon must be a faggot.
Great story! Those fillies sure are in for it now…
A little green I typed up a few minutes ago on the discord server, hope you enjoy~
>Ywn keep a blind filly Anon as a pet after she's been deemed unfit to live on her own
>Ywn guide her around your house until she memorizes the layout
>Swn be up at the table minutes after you start cooking, tail wagging eagerly after the smell of pancakes wafting into her enhanced nostrils wakes her up
>Ywn whisper all the movements in action movies into her ear while she spouts cheesy one-liners like a faggot
>Swn tentatively ask if she can test whether or not her vagina is more sensitive after she lost her vision
>Ywn start rutting her every night, your heart melting every time you see her milky eyes pointing at where she thinks your face is
>Swn throw up one morning before school
>Ywn let her stay home because you think it's a stomach bug
>Ywn take her to the doctor when it continues, only to find that she isn't sick at all
>Ywn walk back in the doctor's office and tell her that she's going to be a mother
>Ywn start getting everything ready for her foal's arrival, reading up on parenting, purchasing all manner of paraphernalia
>Ywn greet her at school every day and pick her up tenderly
>Ywn be woken up by a loud gasp one night
>Ywn hurriedly throw on a baggy shirt and pants, scooping her up in the excess material of the shirt and running out the door
>Ywn take care not to jostle her too much as you jog, ever careful of the life waiting within her being snuffed out
>Ywn make it safely to the hospital
>Ywn check her in and be told that only the mother is allowed in the room besides hospital staff
>Ywn pace anxiously outside for hours, sleep betraying you
>Ywn be roused from a sort of seated almost-sleep by a doctor carrying a clipboard.
>Ywn watch his stoic expression morph into an almost-smile.
>Ywn hear him say those three words you'll never forget: "It's a girl."
>Ywn sit down on the bed next to your filly, gently stroking her mane and soothing her as she pants, as red-faced as a green-coated animal can be
>Ywn watch her guide her muzzle down to her wide-eyed foal's forehead and give it a tender peck, somehow all on the first try without vision.
>Ywn decide to name her Green Screen
>Ywn take her home and carefully put her to bed before a nice warm shower with your filly, after which both of you resign to your shared bed as well.
>Ywn kiss her tenderly on the snoot as she snores quietly next to you, knowing that whatever happens, the three of you will have each other.
That was really sweet. Good work!
Beautiful. Love it.
Damn, that's a cute filly, mysterious no-flag Anon!
"It's a girl" is four words faget
Between your options, accepting defeat and just walking out seems like the best idea. Though you try to wipe off as much of the sweat as you can with the towel, it isn't quite as effective as a shower, and so you still look at least a little messy.
When you return, no one really says anything, although Twilight squints her eyes a little, noticing that you look slightly different from before. Maybe she'll bring something up later. If she does, you'll probably have to make up a story about how you completely destroyed that toilet with your constipation.
The rest of the day is taken up by more chatter, and Rarity being temporarily given wings by Twilight after a lot of begging when she finds out about the ability. Somehow in the process she ends up convincing herself that she really is a moth, and flies into a lamp, to everyone else's amusement. She promptly decides to never again ask Twilight for wings, and thus you see one possible thread of the future severed. She will never be saved by a Sonic Rainboom. Thus, Rainbow Dash's victory at the Best Young Flyer's competition will never occur because she will be too scared to compete. Or something along those lines. Not that she matters anyways, you're the real Element of Loyalty.
And as you contemplate this idea while walking home with Twilight to get dinner, you suddenly remember that Ajna has your goddamned jewelry.
I think you're the faggot for not wanting to be nuzzled.
New bread. I mess up subject, but hope will be fix soon.
0/10 they didn't debrief at the malt shop
unf!>ywn be the filly happy to have her cooter stuffed
Of you wear this anonfilly suit I’ll stuff your ass and cum inside bby
but that's gay, you faggot
only as the filly
There's a new thread, if anyone missed it>>202063
This one hasnt gotten to 800 posts yet though ^:)
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Are you at HarmonyCon too?