No.202060[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: >>197556
Oh fuck me, accidentally clicked post before OP was finish. Can mods please add "Sufficiently Weaponized Edition" to Subject?
Well, after "Thread" of course
If I could request one more correction, please change "Anonfilly Sufficiently Weaponized Edition" to "Anonfilly Thread - Sufficiently Weaponized Edition" to keep with form.
Threadly reminder filly is not for sexual
Filly is always for sexual
No U. Haha! Got'em
Then how come I never get laid?
That's actually a really interesting concept.>Be filly>Keep making sexual advances on mares>Twilight becomes very worried about you, puts you in therapy
What would you tell the therapist, fillies?
Is it me or are there more anons outside of the US in these threads? or is it just VPNs?
Lone is Danish, and I think Placeholder is German.
>>202096>Lone is Danish
What he is? Well, that explains things… Poor guy.
Get off your ass and write moar Raz.
That german is an impostor. I entered the writing competition to show who that I'm the only pony with the right to hold the name 'Placeholder'.
It's not molestation if you let her.
Yes it is, that's what statutory rape is
That's just because ponies are generally less fear-inducing than hoo-mans.
OP filly is so tiny that I couldn't see.
Pictured: Anonfilly misbehaving on a field trip to a planetarium.
/mlp/ is dead, 4chan is dead, anyone with any self respect left years ago. The only people that are left on /mlp/ are the shitposters puppeting the decaying corpse pretending there's anyone left to view their low effort bait. Oh, and people who just can't let go and deliberately keep going back to hurt themselves.
>>202438>Oh, and people who just can't let go and deliberately keep going back to hurt themselves.
I just want some peace, remember the good moments. After years on /mlp/ I can't help it and return
The draw thread is nothing but constant mlpg and nyx shitposting. It's one of the most cancerous generals on the board.
dubs confirm trips confirm
Time for a recap:
Pastebin Part 1: https://pastebin.com/JReEqH6G
Pastebin Part 2: https://pastebin.com/CuNuktSQ
>You are a cute green filly who used to be a human.>Since arriving in Equestria, you've been on a number of adventures.>These have run the gamut from running from changelings and tracking down clones through the swamps, to a near endless time loop.>Your most recent shenanigans, however, have involved a rather perverted friend of yours stealth torturing your clitoris with her hoof while seated at a table with a bunch of other friends.>This probably might not have happened had you not told her how horny she made you when she kissed you.>In retrospect, perhaps not all of your decisions in this world thus far have been good ones.>You've been debating taking her up on an offer to sneak away to her shack in the middle of the Everfree Forest to have sex and smoke weed.>Normal things that good fillies get into all the time.>And for some reason you can't help but remember the fact that the Elements of Harmony were stolen not too long back.>You are currently walking home from Sugarcube Corner to get dinner.
Didn't we ask twi to sic the guards on that thieving cunt? We should probably ask how that went.[ 1d100 = 96 ]
Boy that's some extreme levels of autistic unjustified hatred.
how to do rolling for story?
Ive some massive amounts of autism to devote to writing here if theres some interest, heres what ive wrote so farhttps://pastebin.com/edit/h5FR9sDi
ignore flag, I had a vpn on earlier and flag wont change. Trust me, im a native English speaker with experience in writing
You can roll for a story by typing something like [code][ 1d100 = 57 ]
[/code] (first is number of dice, second is max value)
I'm interesting in more, yeah>>202540
Take off the 'edit' parthttps://pastebin.com/h5FR9sDi
Guess they broke code tags.
Rolling is done by [xdxxx] replacing the x's with the desired numbers, modifiers can be added by doing [xdxxx+xx], for example[ 1d100 = 88 ][ 1d100+83 = 96 ]You are now aware that 83 is just a sideways OwO
That doesn't look like fun
Is filly trying to create the Ultimate Bio-Weapon™? She should try the G-Virus instead.
thanks bigly, now im still in a bit of a bind here
Im not too interested in having a couple paragraphs worth of text to read every so often, so I figure large updates are the way to go. in turn that would mean little input into the story, which would kinda defeat the purpose. What do you fillies think I should do?
Unless you really want to do a CYOA, I would do without rolls. Nothing wrong with a good old-fashioned green
Trips confirm, injecting Hydrochloric acid probably isn't fun.>>202562
Nah, looks like filly is trying to kill herself.
They need the cutie marks.
From an earlier thread
It's also on derpibooru
>be filly in a world wbere nopony knows what sex is
>get called a genius for inventing masturbation and sex
>reenact impossible fetish porn irl
"How the fuck did you all reproduce before?">"…Magic?"
I thought I uploaded that last night. Apparently I did not and it was just sitting in the reply window.
Freckle filly cutest mayor>>202822
That looks painful
That's a QT filly
That's a batfilly unicorn Anon!
Cringe, almost as bad as deviantArt oc's>>202820
I demand a recount, there must've been some mistakeShe didn't won for the qt crown, but merely for mayor
Go up and eat[ 1d100 = 20 ]
>>202839>Cringe, almost as bad as deviantArt oc's>He says while being in a thread that focuses on Anon turning into a cute oc filly
Come on now.
Spam Celestia with a few more messages over the day. One in snail mail for good measure. [ 1d100 = 11 ]
Ask Mommy if we can have good filly tendies tomorrow. [ 1d100 = 48 ]
>>202846>Spit take in the window
CENTCOMM is down! Stock up on canned food, get ready to board up the windows, etc.
Basically win everyone over to become preppers.[ 1d100 = 62 ]>>202668
Pic related>>202769>implying most pictures in Equestria don't contain nudity>>202820
What would Anonfilly do in her first day of office?>>202822
Saw this as the latest contribution to the "squash soup" tag. We need more of that, less of banal
And in turn, that pony's hero is Silver Star
At least it was still there
Clearly something must have happened. Thus, you run upstairs and do the logical thing anyone would do in this situation, and start screaming like a lunatic.
"Central command is down! Everypony stock up on canned food and get ready to board up the windows, we're all gonna die!"
As you emerge from your room, you get a few odd stares from your family members, followed by Shining Armor bursting into laughter.
>>"Good one, Anon."
It's obvious none of them are going to take you seriously, even if you start raving about it like some sort of paranoid schizophrenic. Knowing that there is absolutely nothing you can do to help the poor fools, you sit down at the table for dinner. If they will not be stocking up on food, you will need to fill up your belly as much as possible for the coming apocalypse. A plate of stir fry is promptly placed in front of you.
As you take your first bite, you hear Twilight start giggling. She didn't poison your food, did she? Now you're even more paranoid!
"What's so funny?"
>"Hmm? Oh, it's just that it's ironic. You're worried about stocking up on food when you're in a farming town. Why would we ever need to stock up?"
"Well what if Ponyville faces a nuclear attack with the elements gone?"
The other ponies at the table look to each other trying to figure out what the heck you are talking about. It seems "nuclear" isn't in the Equish vocabulary. Twilight, meanwhile, waves a dismissive hoof.
>"In which case, assuming we weren't immediately burned to a crisp, the more important question would be why you'd want to board up the windows and stay in a tree, which would be sucking up the fallout-laced ground water. If the house did not itself wither away, its walls would become an irradiated deathtrap. In fact, any situation for which stocking up on canned food seems like a good solution would suggest that staying even one second longer in this tree would be a bad situation. If the food outside is unsafe, then so is the tree we are inhabiting."
finish your food then head down to the fuck shack where daring is[ 1d100 = 23 ]
I vote we still spam letters to Tia, given the fact that we still have no word about the magical fucking s u p e r w e a p o n s we lost.[ 1d100 = 28 ]
This is no time to panic, this is the time to build a panic room! One with lead walls.
Start by collecting everyone's lead.[ 1d100 = 31 ]
good thing I have to use the bathroom
First thing she'd do is make timeout illegal
That draw has a lot more potential.
I encourage you to take it further poner.
Anonfilly demands it.
any ideas what to draw?
Draw mayor filly personally executing the booping bandit by making sure that filly gets no dessert for a week
Mayor Filly will have to catch her first
This. Figure out a way to confirm Celestia knows of the situation. [ 1d100 = 32 ]
Anonfilly being carried (and terrified) by a speeding, grinning Rainbow Dash.
Draw the filly tempting pinkie pie.
You're as subtle as a train wreck, holy fuck, almost tempted to join just to shitpost and be sure to be banned from that safe space
Seriously just fuck off with your shitty fetish general already>>202974
And you too, stop killing the thread with the discord. Is the thread current state not enough for you?>Implying the thread can become more kill than it already is
>Ib4 I'm proven wrong and it dies even further
>>202974>>202978>Ponis invited you to join
Ironic, considering the huge shitstorm he started about the discord before
Reminder that Lone15 also deserves (you)s
Raise allowance for all the fillies
Oh shit, someone better catch that madfilly
What kind of punishment is she looking at?
How about Anonfilly as an adult mare? Or Pinkie Pie putting sunscreen on Filly's back while they're at a beach.
Second sounds cute
The discord isn't some demonic entity hellbent on destroying the thread, anon. I'm in there, and I'm still as much a part of the thread as I've ever been, and no less a part of the thread than (You).
We're all in the same boat here, and fighting each other will only make things worse for all of us, as evidenced by the huge shitstorm before.
If anything's killing the thread, it's the fact that it's moved to a mostly dead board that 4chan mods actively try to censor the existence of. Sure, it isn't what we used to have, but it's better than having been stamped out by the 4chan mods then and there, and we've got to make the most of it together.
PTFG fag can absolutely fuck right off though.
PTFG is less of a fetish general than this thread is.
When you were brought to equestria you somehow ended up as the babby; no one wanted to look after you atleast until another filly came along. she raised as her own, teaching you how to be the filly, she even called you her little Nonny although even though she cared for you, you hated the way this other anon babied you and treating you as less than equal, you didn't understand these feelings but they were always there.
When you decided that you wanted to look after a babby you thought it was going to be fun and games, it'll be easy you said, atleast for the first 6 years, that was until she hurt you in a way no-one would expect, she stole from you broke your stuff and worst of all, told you she hated you and wished that she'd died rather than lived as your child. It broke your heart to see her like this and deep down you knew she didn't mean any of it.
That night stricken with guilt she ran away regretting what she had said too only filly who cared about her too scared to admit she was wrong.
Nonny did try to come back to you once but when she got to your home she found it empty, that didnt stop her though; after some digging she found your new home and when she arrived, well she saw you with a new little babby. It broke her heart to know how much she had hurt you although you had forgiven her many years ago in the end, with tears streaming down her face she ran away again this time for good
I tried to write, any tips on how I can do to improve
Not bad, gave me a feel. Thanks for the story!
The perspective change from the first to second paragraph is not very clear and a little confusing
I would avoid semicolons and use periods to start with. Some of the commas should be periods as well, like the one in >she found it empty, that didnt stop her though
Watch out for verb tense. This "treating" should be "treated">babied you and treating you as less than equal
Anon27, a quite lovely chap, came to PTFG's Discord and asked us to shill some more on this thread. So yeah, everyone should come to PTFG and have some fun fantasizing about getting turned into ponies!
>>202438>look mom, I'm so very special, not like those normies on 4chin, muh secret club
At least 90% of /mlpol/ still visits 4chan all the fucking time.
shut the fuck up Shepard
that isnt what happened at all
t. PTFG member
Call me 10% then, 4cucked fag
Well, if he said that…
Surely you can't believe that'd change anything
Fuck Discord, fuck /ptfg/ and Fuck (You)
Especially (You)>>203004>The discord isn't some demonic entity hellbent on destroying the thread>It just takes all filly discussion, sketch ideas and the little back and forths between Anons>You can still get your content later here, but you can also be a VIP filly if you become a namefag in our circlejerk
No. I was hoping everyone would ditch Discord like it was agreed on during the scruffy rampage, but as soon someone linked this newer one for all to move in I knew it was only downhill from there. Can't keep blaming that "it's just a small board" forever and think that its all fine.
There's 110-ish fags there right? Well, how many IP are there on the last thread? Surely should be around 130-150, at least with the dinamic IPs and VPNs, but do you think we have half of that considering it took 22 days to get to 700 posts? If everyone posted once a day it shouldn't take a week even, or if the discussion was on the thread itself which would make more posts with even less IPs
So no, you can keep lying to yourself as much as you want, but in the end most of the fags don't care about the thread anymore thanks to the Discord. Being the exception doesn't change the whole.
And Discord has been discussed here to death as well, no point on going on any further, but if you want do go on, defend that namefagging circlejerk as much as you want, but I won't post about it and derail the thread any longer.
>>203036>gives a full reply>"but I won't post about it and derail the thread any longer."
Whatever, I'll bite.
The general discussion in the server usually isn't anything that would be fit to post in the filly thread (such as blogposting, for instance), and whenever discussion that is
fit to post in the thread comes up, somebody goes to the thread and makes a post about it.
As for content, the onus is on the contentfags to post their content in the thread, and they get reprimanded whenever they don't. The server doesn't claim to be a place for VIP access to content, and we can all agree that it ought to not be one.
For the point about the rate of posting, it's plainly obvious that the thread is much slower. However, it can't be empirically proven what the exact cause of that is one way or another. It may well be possible that people have left the thread, but it's equally possible that some of those same people are completely inactive on discord and never bothered to leave the server.
Furthermore, there are no people I know of who became inactive in the thread because of the server, but there is
one person I know who left the thread and
the server due to all the fighting about it in the thread.
I believe that what causes servers to kill threads is this very sort of schism within the thread, and I want this thread to not die just as much as the next guy. If the thread truly is dwindling in number of active posters, a schism of any sort would just tear that number down further. I know you said you won't post about it and derail the thread any longer, but a derail isn't near as bad as total annihilation as long as we're able to get somewhere productive with meta discussion, and that meta discussion can be spaced out if you wish.
Sorry about the wall of text. Have a filly for your troubles.
It's kind of complicated why I even posted the link here in the first place. I really should've deleted it after the guy from the thread I intended to invite had joined, but deleting shit on mobile doesn't work that well, so… rest assured it won't happen again. I'm sorry.>>202991
Not when I'm doing fuck all I don't. That being said, have something I made for my editor as a Christmas gift and forgot to post anywhere. You get two settings: mood-ruining brightness and dark to the point where everything is indistinguishable from anything else. SL at its finest.
"I attack the darkness!"
what the hell did they put into 914
Horrible things! Things you don't even want to imagine! I tried to draw 106 but fucked it up.
I need to stop making promises relating to consistency.>>203157Of course.>>201491
"Yeah, my back has been bothering me for a while and I'm not sure if I'm good, I haven't been active…">You can see her warily glance at Twilight.>"When did this start?">"Not too long ago, she fell and severed the connection between her neck and her head. Managed to patch her up though.">Fluttershy just stares at her in awe.>"H-how did you manage-">"I came here for your care, not to share trade secrets. Besides, they wouldn't let me know anyways.">"Of course.">"In any case, she hasn't been moving around for quite some time on account of her the paralysis.">"I could have figured that by the way you had her set up in bed.">You feel your cheeks redden.>"Yeah, yeah. Hasn't been moving, possible muscular atrophy, I'll let you do your thing.">"Of course.">She keeps glancing over at Purple as if she wants her to leave, but she's either too autistic to get the memo or can't be assed to move.>Eventually she just sighs quietly and scoops you up with her snout.>You're set down on another rug as you watch Fluttershy get out all manner of equipment.>Yoga balls, yoga mats, barbells…>You didn't even know they had yoga in Equestria.>Guess that makes you the fool, Yellowquiet looks like she was the heavyweight champion.>Thatshowmafiaworks.png>She starts out with a few incredibly difficult stretches.>You're humiliated by how easy they should be, and it doesn't help that Fluttershy's usual silence can easily be interpreted as cold disapproval.>Eventually she moves on from the stretching to a strip of rubber tied in a loop.>You try with all your might to push it apart, but barely anything comes of it.>…>The light outside is fading.>You're coated in sweat from head to hoof.>"That's it, come to me. I know you can do it.">You stare at your forehoof, willing it to move.>"Nonny, what did I say about movement?"
"L-let it come naturally.">"That's right, now look at me."
"Okay.">You see something of genuine compassion in her eyes.>It's a relief to say the least after all this time.>You take a step.>And then another.>You're wobbly as hell, and slow.>But you're able to pull it off.>You rub your cheek up against Fluttershy's chest before toppling over.>The both of you take a moment to share a laugh.>It's been a grueling day, but you actually feel like you're closer to being back on track.>You sigh in relief as you're lifted up once again, happy to have the burden taken off of your weary legs.>"I'd recommend not letting her go back to school until Wednesday. Here's her regimen, I expect you to follow it to a T. Not too much sugar, lots of protein.">"Alright, sure. One issue though…">"Oh?">"Um, what day is it?">"It's Monday night.">"Oh, of course.">"Mhm. I'd suggest taking the poor little thing home now, she's quite exhausted.">"Of course… thank you for your help again.">"My pleasure. Sorry, feeding all the animals just gets so expensive-">"I'll see if I can get you some sort of government aid for that.">"You'd do that?">"Sure. Nepotism at its finest, right?">You doze off before you hear the response.>…>"Anon?"
"Wha?">"We're home. I asked you what you wanted for dinner.">Input action.
Steak. Failing that, some kind of eggs. Gotta get that protein somehow.[ 1d100 = 88 ]
She's right… if war were to break out, the tree would be useless, and possibly become harmful. The family clearly needs a fallout shelter. As soon as you finish your dinner, you set about searching the house for a shovel. Unfortunately, you're pretty sure there isn't one, so you call out to the rest of the family in mid-search.
"Hey, do we have a shovel in the house?"
>>"What in Equestria do you need a shovel for? To clear the snow out from around the house?"
"I need to dig a trench so I can build a fallout shelter."
>>"What's a fallout shelter?"
Cute. The stallion who's studying to attend military school doesn't know what a fallout shelter is.
"It's something we'll need when war breaks out."
>>"Wait, war? What? Is this one of your psychic predictions or are you messing with me? I haven't heard anything from Cadance about a war, and she's supposed to be getting updates from Celestia on anything serious happening with the Kingdom.
"Even though she's a teenager?"
>>"Hey, an alicorn is still an alicorn."
"Whatever. Do we have a shovel in the house?"
>>"Pretty sure we don't. Maybe ask to borrow one from one of your friends?"
CANDYASS is higher on the priority list than the literal psychic that also is supposed to be the element of loyalty? Let's go pester her to write to Celestia. Either she does so and we get a response finally, or she doesn't and we still pester her for being a nigger.[ 1d100 = 89 ]
Might as well. Not like we can break the filly any more than we already have.
Your digits say yes.
PURPLE NO! Filly is not for tipping.
Not weird, just a necessity.
>>203271>become babby>still an alicorn
>>203267>"I can't believe that filly is fucking dead! To arms brothers!"
And that's how the 500 war happened, the war where purple had to fight for 500 years against 500 fillies, who only stopped fighting after they were put down by purple or died because of accidents. Equestria was never the same afterwards.
Anonfilly never aged during the war, somehow…damn purple witchcraft
500 hundred war filly, not colorized >>203263
filly is not ded
she's just been tipped onto her face
>>203159>>"I could have figured that by the way you had her set up in bed."
"I don't mind, as long as it's got protein and doesn't taste like shit" [ 1d100 = 16 ]
Kek>Inb4 Twilight makes another Poke-Filly and has them fight it out
Nice! Hard drive failure is awful>>203309
She's exhausted, and passed out on the spot
This conversation has led you to a sudden realization - Candyass of all ponies is more important to Celestia than you. You, who have psychic powers and are supposed to be the Element of Loyalty! Okay, so technically you never told her yourself that you are the Element of Loyalty, so maybe she could be forgiven for that part, but surely being a psychic counts for something, right? Or maybe she figures if you're psychic, you should already know? Dammit, you need answers!
You march into the living room to find Cadance, having an after-dinner cup of tea and reading what appears to be a magazine.
"Hey Cadance, do you get security briefs from Celestia?"
Cadance looks a bit surprised as she puts down her cup.<"Well that's a bit sudden. Yes, I suppose I would if there were something going on in the kingdom… Why ask?"
"Twi sent a message to her via Spike earlier this morning about the Elements of Harmony having gone missing. We haven't gotten a message back and I was wondering if we might get a response faster if you sent something to her."<"Wait, the Elements are missing? And you didn't think to tell *me* this?"
"I mean, Celestia is kind of higher up on the chain for dealing with these things."<"Well yeah, but finding out these kinds of things is… kind of something you should share with the family. How in the world do you know this anyway, another vision?"
"Actually… astral projection, kind of. But the vision let me know I have a clone running around. It's a long story. Anyways, can you get a message to Celestia with any greater priority than Spike?"<"I guess I could try."
Cadance heads up the stairs and rifles through her bag next to her bed to pull out a piece of stationary, upon which she hastily writes out a note and casts a spell on. It disappears in a flash of cyan light. She then heads back downstairs to get back to her tea.<"Well, if she's going to give us a response, it should be pretty soo-"
Her sentence is cut off as a flash of yellow light, yielding a note scribbled out on a torn off piece of the very stationary that was just sent. As you read the text upon it, you can almost hear Celestia's voice in your head:<<<"All's under control. Expect response tomorrow. Have patience, fillies."
I'm not reading anyone to sleep with theoretical physics books except myself, she'd better be fine with recaps of videogame plots.
I want a taste of revenge, although a hayburger would be pretty good [ 1d100 = 69 ]
Alright, Mr. Lone the 15th, I have completed your request. It is the single longest piece of green I've written to be posted at once at 21,000+ characters, and I hope it will have been worth the wait. Unfortunately, as of now, I need to sleep to make the alarm I set, so I won't be able to post it tonight; tomorrow for sure, though.
>>203358>Candyass apparently has a premium membership to the Celestia Messaging System
"Oh." [ 1d100 = 30 ]
Kek, guess Spike passed on responsibility too. Poor Anon
I want to believe that Anonfilly learned more than a thing or two from being a filly herself who got taken care of by Twilight. So while she may look hesitant, Anonfilly (or mare?) eventually accepts that the roles have changed and she's now the one one who has to look after a filly.
She's a bit younger than a filly. Anon's going to need to learn a little more
Send another message:
Death to the Diarchy, Power to the Poletariat.
You'res unfaithfully, Candyass."
Forgot roll [ 1d100 = 33 ]
"That last response seems a bit suspicious. Is there any way to get verification that it was actually her?"[ 1d100 = 71 ]
More hours sunk into sketch.io.>>203371Is cool mate. We all have shitty sleep habits, I assume…>>203159
"Steak?">You realize your mistake as soon as the word leaves your mouth and begin to apologize profusely.>"It's fine, I'm sure it just comes naturally. Don't do that at a fancy restaurant though, I'd be stoned.">You can't tell how much she's exaggerating that statement.
"Eggs?">"I knew there was something I was forgetting, in fact we have almost nothing here."
"How about a Hayburger then? They're open late, right?">You can see a bit of saliva run down the inside of her cheek when she next opens her mouth.>"Yes, that would be… alright.">The two of you go back outside, Twilight glancing warily at the castle as she locks it.>"It's barely even worth it to patch the roof, they can get in any time they want and it gets fucking freezing regardless…"
"Oh yeah, I have something I'd like to ask you.">"And what would that be?"
"Why is gelatin alright but steak isn't? Don't you have to kill the cows to make that too?">"Well, cattle are generally treated as property here. That being said, they do have some rights. Griffons are the only species that have been known to kill them for meat, we just take the freshly deceased and harvest the necessary bits. The rest is generally left to decompose in controlled environments, there are quite a few fungi that are medicinally beneficial."
"Huh.">"We're not savages."
"I don't know, if I didn't know-">"Shut your trap."
"Y-you're a savage tickle monster…">"Yeah. That's what I thought.">You arrive within a few minutes, Twilight finding the cleanest booth possible.>You even see her horn emitting some light on the seats, no doubt on the ultraviolet spectrum.>You slide off of her back and weakly scooch your butt over a bit so you can see the menu.>Your head just barely peaks over the table.
"Is the 'Grown Cyclone' any good?">"Celestia, yes. It's what I always get."
"Are there any sizes?">"Negative. I'll certainly eat the rest of yours if you can't finish it though, no worries.">A bored looking colt comes over.>"Welcome to Hayburger, home of 'The Hayburger.' Can I take your order?">"Two cyclones, a large water and…">Twilight looks over at you.
"Um… what drinks do ya have, mister?">You can see him daww a bit.>"Sure thing kiddo. Water, two different flavors of milkshake, root beer, soft cider, Agent Orange™-"
"Root beer!">"Sure thing. I'll get that out to you two in a jiffy.">"So… I get the feeling you have a lot on your mind."
"I want to taste revenge.">"That's a given. I mean, do you want to ask me anything while we wait? Place is dead right now, we could talk about most anything without prying ears or being bothered…">Input action.
"I may just be paranoid, but I'd still prefer to save it for a not-so-public location."[ 1d100 = 92 ]
As promised the day before, here is the full story. I did my best to give you something good, and I hope that after 9001 years in development, it will have been worth the wait! I present to you…
>I Never Asked For This
>Be Anonymous>You're walking home from college>Not walking home really, just walking to the bus stop>Be also wearing headphones and carrying papers>disasterwaitingtohappen.png>Be a clumsy motherfucker>Drop all your paper everywhere>fuck.jpg>Check time>Still got a minute before the bus gets here, you can pick it up>Picking_up_papers.exe in progress, please wait>Program has been aborted unexpectedly, this error will be reported to the manufacturer for future reference>Unable to contact manufacturer, data has been stored until contact is restored>Unable to store data, data storage has received critical damage and can no longer be accessed>Multiple critical errors are occurring>Anonymous.exe must now shut down>Thank you for choosing Humanity, we hope your life was a good one!>… So you got hit by a car, head first>Not your brightest move, all things considered>Probably the dumbest one, actually>…>…..>…….>Well, what now?>Heaven, hell, purgatory, where do you go?>Or do you just exist in a state of almost-nonexistence until your soul dissolves into energy or the universe ends, whichever comes first?>Wherever you're going, you're about to find out>You're not sure how, but you feel something pulling you >You're not sure where either, but you have the distinct answer that you'll figure that out soon>Eventually the nothingness surrounding you gives way to something as you begin to gradually regain feeling everywhere>The first thing you can really feel is a dull throbbing in your head, almost like some of the trauma somehow carried over>The next thing you can feel is grass under you>Then, you start to hear things>Birds chirping, wind blowing, people sounds in the distance>Did you get revived by paramedics?>Wouldn't you hear more commotion if you did?>Also, it felt like more than a few minutes that you were stuck in that void>Eventually, your other senses come back>With this, you can now take full stock of your surroundings>You open your eyes to reveal that you're lying on your stomach in a field bordering both a forest and what looks to be a small medieval town>You're not sure where you are, but it doesn't look like any afterlife you've heard of>You attempt to stand up, but immediately fall over>How did you forget how to stand?>Well, you did just get creamed by a car…>Okay then, take two>You manage to get back onto two legs, but you don't stay there for long and topple over backwards>This is when the realization hits you>You're no longer human>This would've hit you harder, but you just died>You're just happy that your existence doesn't end there>Not happy exactly, but you're certainly not disappointed>Still, could you not have at least retained the ability to walk on two legs?>You audibly sigh in disappointment after processing all this>You also take this opportunity to take stock of what exactly you are>You've got hooves, green fur, a black tail, and no clothes>Okay, it's pretty obvious you're a pony>This isn't so bad>Now that you've established what you are as well, it's time to establish the where>Given what you know of show lore, the forest along with the tiny city on a far-off mountain suggest the town to be Ponyville>You take a few uncertain steps towards there, eventually working out how to walk using this body>After you get into town, you find that it's about what you expected>Ponies going about their daily lives, >And they're all bigger than you, too!>What are you, a child?>Well, it can't be all bad>At least you have some time to adjust before having to be productive>You're not going to turn that down, but being a foal is certainly going to hinder your ability to get going quickly>Maybe you could become somepony's apprentice in exchange for room and board?>Questions for later, for now you're more occupied with exploring your surroundings>Some of the ponies shoot you glances as you pass, but nothing too noticeable or deliberate>Some glances almost carry a welcoming warmth to them, but you usually return one of simple acknowledgement or a polite nod>Why does it seem like so many of them know you already, though?>You don't know any of them!>Eventually, you find out the reason>You see Princess Twilight leading around a pile of other green and black fillies>Most of them have cutie marks that are either some form of punctuation or letter>Twilight never had any fillies in the show, so what the hell is going on?>As you stare on in wonder of why all of these near-identical fillies are clustered near Twi, one of them notices you>Soon after, more and more begin to notice you until even the princess turns to look>After noticing you, they all seem to stop in their tracks and look around at eachother until one of them walks over to you>This one holds a clearly kind expression as it approaches you, but all you can do is look on with continued confusion>As you wait out the filly's approach, the answer to who they all are hits you>Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.mp4
>After a pretty awkward staredown as the pony approaches you, it reaches you and begins talking>"Hey, I can bet you're pretty confused right now, but don't worry; You're not the first this has happened to, and you're probably not the last."
"So you all got here by dying too?">"Yeah. Never in quite the same way and not in order of when we died, but we all died.">At least the mommy issues general died off IRL>Too bad you have to deal with this cancer for the foreseeable future, though>"If you're interested in any of that, then feel free to ask once we're all back at the castle.">With that, the green filly begins walking back towards the pile>You, however, stay firmly put>The filly only notices this fact after getting about halfway back>Upon noticing this, she turns around to face you again>"Well, are you coming, or what?"
"Nah.">"… Why not?"
"I'd rather take my chances than catch the gay.">This causes the filly to raise an eyebrow>"And you haven't already by mere virtue of being here as you are now?"
"I never asked for this.">"Nigga what? Why would you be here if you hadn't been in the threads before?"
"No idea, but I'm certainly not happy to have to spend the rest of my life with the mommy fetishists.">The filly sits and stares at you, face unmoving, for a solid ten seconds>"Dude, it's either you come with us or you face the world on your own."
"That's what I was planning before, you all just made it a more enticing option.">"You're a sad, strange little man; for that, you have my pity."
"Save it for someone who needs it, I don't associate with you nazis.">"It's not our fault Mlpol's staff are actually decent people."
"Scruffy. Did. Nothing. Wrong.">This last statement again causes the filly to pause and stare at you>This time, however, no more retorts come>Instead, she just gets up and starts walking back to the group
"What, is that it? Are you just giving up now?">The filly stops, only looking back at you from over her shoulder>"You're just not worth the time. Good luck with that whole 'doing it on your own' thing, but don't be surprised if it falls apart. By the way, it's supposed to rain tonight.">What does the rain have to do with anything?>Oh well, you shrug off this encounter and go off to continue exploring the town>>A few hours later…>>Be Anonymous>You're sitting under a tree with rain pouring down around you, trying your hardest to keep dry>Things didn't go as planned>Things went nowhere near as planned>Turns out that a lot of ponies saw what happened earlier, and it didn't paint you in the most favorable of lights>As you sit under this tree shivering, you start to re-evaluate your prior actions>Maybe you should've taken advantage of that offer?>Maybe, but is it worth your dignity?>Fuck no>But if you did, you wouldn't be wet, cold and hungry right now>You sigh outwardly and grit your teeth as a gust of wind brings even more water through the maze of branches above you to cascade down upon you>This is definitely hell>Just as you finish that thought, you see something round a corner near you>Rather, someone>Two someones, actually>A purple dragon holding an umbrella and a green filly with him>The dragon is the first to see you and points you out to the filly almost immediately>They both then rush over to you, thankfully bringing the umbrella over you once they get there>"So, how's it going?"
"Let's cut to the chase; why are you here?">"Because I'm not an asshole. It was pretty clear from how you were acting that you had no idea what you were doing, you just needed to see that yourself."
"And what makes you think I had no idea what I was doing?">"You were wandering the town pretty aimlessly and you clearly didn't take the rain into consideration."
"So I made some mistakes. What of it?">"You know, neither Spike nor myself have to be out here right now. If you don't want to come back with us, we'll just leave you to this.">You begin debating this internally for some time, only stopping when you see them start to leave
"Wait!">"So, you're coming with?"
"If there were any other options, then I would've taken all of them first.">"Okay, tsundere, just follow us and we'll be at the castle in a few minutes."
"Just Anonymous is fine.">"You and everypony else that showed up, you gotta get creative with your name now."
"Well, do you have any examples?">"The writefags all took their screen names, but some anons took names like Green Hornet to sound normal and other more eccentric ones took names like, and I'm not even kidding here, Dick Kickem."
"Huh… That doesn't help at all.">"Yeah, I know what you're saying. I got here pretty late too, so I had to think pretty hard to come up with mine.">Almost no proper reference for a good name?>Fantastic
"What even is
your name?">"It's Jade Smith."
"Jade Smith? What, do you think mirrors aren't real because we have no eyes?">You smirk at your own comment, but Jade does too>"How can we be sure they are, though?">She's probably in the middle of the name spectrum>Well, at least you can have a happy medium too>If you can find it, that is>This'll definitely take some thought>Hmmm>How about…>Maybe…>… You know, that might actually work>It seems just cheeky enough for your situation and your previous relation to all of these fillies
"That's what my new name is.">"You're in luck, that's available.">Fantastic, all according to plan>What's the plan, though?>Eh, you'll get to that later>For now, the castle is within sight!>The doors of the castle are opened when you all arrive, greeting you with a warm gust from inside>You also smell what you think is pasta!>This causes your stomach to audibly growl, but you don't care at this point>You all head inside the castle lobby before the other two stop>"Spike, can you tell Twilight about the new arrival? I'll help her get dry and get some food.">"Sure thing!">With that, the first two words you've heard Spike say since meeting him signal his departure>"Alright, if you'll follow me to the bathroom…">You do as you're told, and soon you both reach a bathroom>Jade waves you inside, but remains at the door herself>"Towel's on the rack. I'll be waiting here, but feel free to ask for help if you need it.">Pfft, how hard could it be to dry off?>Please disregard the last time you underestimated a task>You pull the towel off the rack and on to yourself fairly easily, but this is where things get a bit more difficult>It's pretty challenging to get any actual work done when all you have to work with is your mouth, maybe you will need help
"Hey, uh…">"It's fine, nobody knew how to do it at first.">Jade takes the towel from you and begins to work you over from head to tail, spending extra time on your mane to get all the water out>It's a rough job, but definitely thorough>During this time, you also take the opportunity to further re-evaluate your past decisions>Were your actions a bit harsher than was needed at the time?>Probably, but you still stick by it>You're here for as long as it'll take you to get situated somewhere else>You should still be polite to your hosts, though>Yeah, you'll stick around and play nice for as long as it takes>It doesn't matter that it could take a long time, all the better for you to get a firm grip on life>It's at around this point on your train of thought that the drying finishes>When Jade pulls away and puts up the towel, you decide to look in the mirror>Yep, all your fur is messed up and poofy>As a side note, you also see a distinct lack of horns or wings on you>Oh well, at least you're dry and warming up>"So, how about some food now?"
"Fuck. Yes.">"I hope you like spaghetti, that's what tonight was.">You're down for some pasta
"Show me where it's at, I'll suck down noodles harder than you suck dicks.">Jade stares at you, again raising an eyebrow>"No u; the kitchen is this way.">She starts walking away again and you follow, already imagining the noodles that await you>When you both find your way to the kitchen, you see a large pot on the counter>While you're staring at it and wondering how to get to it, Jade pulls up a chair, climbs up onto the counter, moves over a bowl, and spoons out a decent portion of spagoot>"It's pretty cold by now, but it should still taste good. Feel free to eat it at the counter, I'm sure no one will care.">Wasting no more time, you do as she suggested and take a seat in front of the bowl and dig in>You don't bother asking for a fork, it would only slow you down>The first bowl is gone within seconds, yet you're still hungry>Luckily, there's a good bit of pasta left and Jade says to take as much as you need>When all's said and done, you killed 3 bowls of pasta to both of your surprise>"Alright, now that you're full, I'll show you around."
"Cool, where are you showing me?">"Just the important places. Where everypony hangs out, a few bathrooms, the library, where you'll be staying… You know."
"And will I have to share this place?">"Yes.">You sigh audibly at this news
"Who am I sharing it with?">"With me; there's a spare bed in that room that nopony's using yet.">You could've been sharing a room with one of the hardcore faggots instead of this guy
"That's not so bad, I guess.">"Well, I'm glad you're finally starting to warm up to us."
"It helps that you haven't been an obvious faggot yet.">"Then I've got a few friends that you may want to meet after we're done with this.">Jade then beckons you out of the kitchen and into a hall, presumably towards your first stop>As it turns out, the first stop is the library>A few bathrooms are pointed out along the way though, so you make sure to note their locations>The library is exactly what you expect, a huge room lined floor-to-ceiling with countless books>"This is the library, you can read almost any book you could think of here and a few you couldn't, thanks to Twilight's collecting. I mainly come here when I want some peace and quiet, but it can be used for any purpose that any other library is used for. Standard library rules apply here, though, so remember to keep quiet and not get anything on the books.">The next stop, a few bathrooms later, is your new room>"And this is our room. The bed on the left is yours, since I don't think you want to share one with me."
"Gee, what made you think that?">"Could it be that you called us all faggots when we first met?"
"You know, that would do it.">"All jokes aside though, nobody likes to share a bed except for the exact people you think posted in the filly threads back home. You're not weird.">Guess stereotypes hold true even here…>"Anyway, the last major stop is just around the corner!"
"Fantastic. Any more bathrooms?">"Nah, just fun time.">True to Jade's words, the room was around the corner>However, there were still a few extra doors that needed to be passed before ending up at the right one>As you approach the room, you begin hearing sounds>Sounds that you would hear from an average con>Laughter, conversations, messing around, that whole sort of thing>What do you know, the room is filled with fillies doing that whole sort of thing!>Some are sitting and reading books in comfy-looking chairs, others are playing party games together, and you even see a group in a corner playing DnD at a folding table>There are also a few scattered groups participating in mostly idle talk, too>"This is the lounge. Everypony hangs out here after everything important is done for the day, and we all usually stay here until Twilight tells us to go to sleep."
"So, uh… This is probably going to be a stupid question, but what do you all do for fun around here?">"Whatever you want to do, you'll probably be able to do it. Within reason, of course; there's an unspoken rule that we all behave ourselves and save lewd shit for the bedrooms."
"So that kind of thing does
happen?">"Like I said, only the exact kind of fillies you insulted do that, and not all of us are that."
"Relax, I'm just shitposting at this point. I may not like this situation, but I'm not an asshole either.">Okay, you might be an asshole, but that doesn't need to be said>Not out loud, at least>Let's leave the introspection to the intro… something>That sounded better in your…>Actually, scratch that it didn't sound good at all>Point is, you're not a complete dick
"Anyway, you mentioned having some 'normal' friends?">"Yeah, they're over here. I'll introduce you!">Jade hurries over to a corner of the crystalline room, where you see two other fillies in the middle of a conversation>Seeing as first impressions don't really matter anymore, you follow her over at a slower pace>When you get in range of the conversation, it peters off and they all turn towards you>"… but she seems pretty cool now, so go easy on her."
"Or don't, I can take a hit or two.">"Speak of the devil! Anyway, Clover, Green, meet Sage Report.">The filly on the left reaches out a hoof to shake and introduces herself when you accept>"I'm Clover Fields, nice to meet you.">After this interaction, the second one follows suit>"And I'm Green Hills. What brought you here?"
"Turns out trees aren't the best shelter for rain."
>"Nah, I mean what brought you to Equestria."
>You pull away a slight bit in confusion before asking your own apprehensive question
"Why would you like to know this?"
>"You don't have to answer if it's too personal, I just think it says a lot about who you are. For example, I died in the 2035 civil war by jumping on a grenade, if that means anything to you.
>"And I died of old age."
"What year was it!?"
>Clover goes silent in contemplation for a few seconds before answering
>"Sometime in the 2090's, I don't remember the exact date, though."
>Damn, they weren't kidding about the different times meaning jack shit
>"I was offed in the middle of a bank robbery because I was taunting the robbers."
>"So, how about you?"
"I… I was hit by a car while trying to pick up stuff I dropped."
>"That sucks, mate. What did you drop?"
>You tell them the whole story, which leads into a conversation about what you all did for a living
>Jade was a biochemist, Clover was a freelance programmer, and Green worked for a PMC
>This leads to some banter about who had the better job (you were allowed to participate because you were studying to be a structural engineer), but it all stays friendly
>After a while and a few stories of Green getting to shoot nigs in Africa, Twilight comes into the room and shoos you all back out into the hall
>From here, it's another short walk to your room with Jade
>Once the lights are off and you both are under the covers, she says something to you
>"Get a good rest, tomorrow's a Monday."
"You're not telling me we have to go to school tomorrow, are you?"
>"Nah, but Twilight still makes us get up and learn stuff."
>"Just stuff that we can actually use here. Unicorns learn magic, pegasi learn the intricacies of weather control, and earth ponies learn about agriculture."
"She does this all herself?"
>"Nah, she gets Rainbow Dash and Applejack to help out with it."
"Alright, I guess that means I'm going into farming. How wonderful is it that I can use none of what I know for that?"
>"It sucks, but at least you didn't make it all the way through college before getting bashed by that sedan. Besides, if the material ever gets tough or confusing, you can ask me about it and I'll help you out."
"Thanks, dude. 'Night!"
>"See you tomorrow morning."
>With that, you both close your eyes and begin to drift
>Before your freefall from consciousness begins, though, you experience one last thought
>Maybe it wasn't a complete mistake you were put here
>You never asked for this, but you're still pretty alright with it
And as always, everyone can feel free to tell me how much I suck and how I can get better!
Just realized I fucked the formatting… Remember, there are some things that even computer-based spelling programs don't catch.
I like that this is your version of celebration. You work harder.
Also, I think it is well done… For a german.
I assure you, the only time I've ever set foot outside America is to go laugh at canadians.
"I'm sorry did he just say Agent Orange?" [ 1d100 = 65 ]
"Alright, Spike, this has been fun and all, but we should get her changed back now. I'm getting hungry and those tendies aren't going to cook themselves.""What do you mean 'permanent'?"
Now the filly is the one who cooks the tendies.
This. Or at least have Twilight cast a protective bubble to stop that. [ 1d100 = 51 ]
Not bad, I liked it. Seems like it could be a nice intro to a story if the conflict were dragged out longer
One filly one jar.
Apologies, I guess I misunderstood parts of the prompt. I'll keep all that criticism in mind, though, it's all good. Sorry I didn't quite get Sage's character to the point you would've liked too, I'm actually a /pol/ native and that whole thing was pretty unknown to me until you all showed up here.
You're not so sure that the pony who responded actually was Celestia. The response came back pretty fast, and it was a Haiku of all things. Was this some sort of magical auto responder? Or maybe a secretary? Or worse, what if she's been captured and the response came from her captor? It's really hard to tell the state of national security in a potential emergency when you're all the way in a middle of nowhere town and not being walking distance to the absolute monarch.
You grab a piece of paper of your own and scribble out on a piece of paper, "how do we know it's you? -Anon." You pass the note to Cadance and ask her to send it. She rolls her eyes and sighs.<"I'm not the mail service, you know."
"Just send it."
In an instant, the letter poofs away, and a few seconds later, a response appears. This time, it's not a letter at all, but a half eaten piece of cake.
Yep, that would do it. Send one last letter as an apology.[ 1d100 = 74 ]
Send the cake, too.
It would be extremely painful
"Perhaps I am wondering why someone would change ones diaper before wiping my ass."
Did you do this man? Its animation is really smooth.
Nope, it was WitchTaunter
so you should make it
earn that fillydom
Was it a good pain or a bad pain?
Was it because it was low-quality or because it genuinely gave you feels?
It gave me the feels
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Can someone save this as an mp4 and post it? It should be mirrored in case it gets taken down for some reason
Ask if this secret society is a rebel group attempting a coup or simply a government agency that really
likes exacting its will. After all, if it wanted to destabilize and take over the principality it probably would have now at this rate.[ 1d100 = 12 ]>>203523>>203524>>203525>>203526
I like how you advance the story pretty quickly. Though, if there are different time periods and regions then different accents and ways of speaking are great for character. Mark Twain is hugely famous mainly because of his mastery of that.>>203702
Send her a danish or whatever pastry is on hand as tribute.[ 1d100 = 94 ]>>203743
That makes my skin crawl, but in a good way.>>203723>neck warts
Yep, that's definitely her. Celestia, she who raises and lowers the sun, is well known to be a black hole when it comes to cake. No other pony would think to send a delicious and moist slice of chocolate cake with strawberry icing as proof of her identity. Clearly, you need to repay her with some sort of apology. Maybe a danish of some sort?
"Hey Cadance, do you think you could send a-"<"I think the point has been made."
"But I want to send her an apology."<"You know you have a dragon for this exact purpose."
"Yeah, but you're faster."<"It takes the same amount of time to get a message to her through Spike as it does through me. The only reason you're getting messages back faster from me is because she treats it like she would a national crisis. It's not a system to be abused."
In retrospect, you don't even have any danishes in the house anyways. You could buy one from Sugarcube Corner, but that would involve walking out in the cold. Daring must be out of her mind to be flying home in this weather.
There's a knock at the door.
"What!"[ 1d100 = 91 ]
>>203743>want a baby>understanding
Running for the hills NOW.
Open the door. Get on the floor. Everybody walk the dinosaur. [ 1d100 = 65 ]
That filly looks like has smallpox on its face.
maybe she has
Open the door and pretend to be a jehovah's witness [ 1d100 = 63 ]
Boosting [ 1d100 = 71 ]
I couldn't resist.
>Be Anon, the man turned filly.
>It's a warm summery day and you're humming a tune to yourself as you trot along the dirt pathway out to your new friend's house.
>You're genuinely happy about one of your friends for once, Careful Twine may not have been one of the foals Twilight pushed you into a playdate with, but she was alright with you visiting her all the same.
>"Now Anon, I need you to be nice. If you're served something and it isn't tendies or macaroni, at least try it before you say you don't like it."
>"That's my good little filly."
>She ruffles your mane.
>You always pretend to hate it, but secretly you think it feels really nice.
>The two of you share a slight chuckle as she picks up the knocker and does a 'shave and a haircut.'
>You're glad some of the films are the same here.
>A tan mare with a red mane opens the door.
>"Oh, I had no idea Twine's little playmate was the Princess's daughter! Please, come on in Ms. Sparkle. Would you like a cup of tea?"
>"Well if you're offering I wouldn't be the type to turn it down."
>As the two mares chat, you see a shy face poking out from behind the mare's leg.
"Hey Twine, what do ya wanna play?"
>"How about 'Appleoosans and Buffalo?'"
"Sounds fun to me!"
>The two of you run off to grab some toy guns before heading outside.
>Wildflower is a lot of fun, you might invite her to one of your book club meetings soon.
>Oh who are you kidding, she'll decline just like all the rest.
>Still worth a shot.
>"I'm so glad Anon was able to break the ice with Twine, she hasn't opened up to anypony but me after her last foster home…"
>"You adopted her? She's the spitting image of you."
>"Yeah, my husband and I have been trying for ages, but we recently found out he's sterile."
>"Ah, that's a shame… I adopted mine too."
>"So that would explain the green coat and black mane! I didn't want to be rude and ask…"
>"No worries, most ponies don't. But yeah, my little bundle of joy has been in my care almost six years now. I adopted her when she was just a foal."
>"She must've been an adorable little thing."
>You unzip your purse, grinning.
>"Still is, but I have pictures!"
>You and Twine are absolutely wiped out.
>You lie down in a pile of leaves next to her, the both of you giggling softly.
>"Aha- Anon, I'm sorry."
"Heh- what for? You've done the best Chief Firewater impression I've ever heard, you're a crackshot with that plastic bow, and you kicked my butt! Don't be sorry for being a worthy adversary."
>She beams with pride, but then her expression falls.
>"No, I'm not sorry about that… I…"
"Twine, you can tell me anything. I can keep a secret better than anypony in this town."
>"No, it's silly. You'll laugh…"
>You put a foreleg around her whither.
"I promise I won't. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."
>>203902>"O-okay… I… I really want a baby Anon.">You daww a bit internally, but keep your mouth shut. You don't want to upset your new friend.
"There's nothing wrong with that, I'm sure you'll make a great parent. In fact, if you want our next game to involve babies, that's alright.">"R-really? You're on board?"
"Of course, Twine. You're my best and only friend.">"A-alright, here goes nothing…">You watch in confusion as her face visibly reddens.>Is she trying to poop?>Soon your confusion turns to horror as her tail starts to flow like a liquid, elongating itself and forming a pattern of ridges on itself.>"T-this is my first time, I'm sorry if I do it wrong…">You lie there speechless as Twine's tail increases in length, taking pieces of her mass with it as it wraps around all four of your legs and finally holds up your dock.>"W-which hole is the one for babies?">You're terrified, but even more terrified about what she might do to you if you don't answer her correctly.
"T-the bottom one.">She gives you that same sweet grin, free of all malice as she plunges her tentacle deep into your ponut.>You cry out in pain as the tight structure is all at once pushed apart beyond its capacity.
"N-no, my bottom.">"S-sorry…>You watch, petrified as even more mass comes off from her body.>Soon you feel something else poking at the entrance to your foal hole.
"C-can't you just use the one?">"I have to guarantee my baby survives. I don't get more than three shots, and two of them are worth it on you!">That would almost be sweet if she weren't raping you currently.>You prepare for the worst as the second tentacle plunges into your vagina.>Despite yourself, you find yourself moaning in pleasure as the hundreds of tiny ridges stimulate you.>While the tentacle in your vagina maintains steady rhythmic thrusts, the one in your ass is doing something else. >It seems significantly shorter than it was before, which you don't take as that great of a sign.>Sure enough, soon it stops moving at all and you see a lump passing through towards your butt.>It's truly massive, you have no idea how it'll fit.
"C-can you make it smaller?">She looks at you with sadness.>"That would give it lower chances of survival…">You shut up and prepare for the worst.>The object is in a similar shape as an egg, so the first part isn't much more than a mild discomfort at this point>Soon though your eyes widen as it's clear that something has to give.>The egg doesn't give.>You bite your tongue to keep from screaming as your little anus is completely torn to shreds. >You whimper as you feel blood run down your crotch and drip onto the ground.>"S-sorry…">You just stare silently into the trees.>Some liquid splurts into your ruined anus, but you take barely any notice.>The tentacle slides out.>The tempo of the thing in your vag's thrusts increases.>You eventually cry out in pain and pleasure as the second tentacle pushes its egg through your entrance, pushing your folds to the point of tearing and causing you to shoot fluids onto the leaves around you.>Your first orgasm.>Twine pulls out of you after that, but not before dripping some more fluid inside of you.>You look down at the bulge in your abdomen in horror.>A clear reminder that what you just experienced was not in fact a nightmare. >Twine stands over you, back looking like a filly.>"I'm sorry if that hurt… the fluids I put in afterwards should fix you up nicely.">She nuzzles your cheek.>"I'm so happy you were willing to let me have a baby!">You spend the rest of the day in a daze, barely even noticing when Twilight comes to take you home; promising Twine and her mother that you'll be back to play soon.>You're given a bath and tucked in, but after you're sure everyone in the castle is asleep you go into the bathroom and light a lantern.>Your ponut and foal hole are completely healed at this point, the only remaining evidence of your encounter with Twine being the sizable bulge in your belly.>It's already gotten bigger.>You don't know what will happen when it hatches, or matures, but you don't think you want to.>You climb back into your bed, but no sleep comes.
And the pastebin in case you want it:https://pastebin.com/cUTW6TUF
B O O S T [ 1d100 = 76 ]
Yeah, 720 would be nice if you could, desu.
You shout as loud as you can at the door.
The voice on the other end of the door is somewhat muffled, but you can sort of tell it's Daring.
>"So, it's rather cold out here, I was wondering if I could…"
You open the door as soon as you hear her voice, and the proceed to get on the floor and walk the dinosaur.
">"come… inside. Am I interrupting something?"
"Walk the dinosaur, Daring."
>"Is that what you're doing? Is that how I'm supposed to interpret… this?"
"Walk. The. Dinosaur." [ 1d100 = 8 ]
"Well i'm sure you're not here to fuck spiders, whatdayawant?"
Remember when we had contentfags? As in plural?
>>203792>earn that fillydom
And welcome to the herd.
And 8 hours later i realise i forgot to roll [ 1d100 = 58 ]>>204114
"Well I'm sure you're not here to fuck spiders, so what do you want?"
She turns her head in the direction of the sky. Everything is stark white, and you can tell from just standing in the doorway that it is rather chilly out.
>"It's fucking cold out here. The forest is worse because we don't have pegasi that plan our weather, and so we just sort of get the runoff of whatever you guys get. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind a sleepover. I asked Blossom, but I don't think she's that keen to the idea."
You're not sure if you're too keen to the idea either, particularly given that you're currently sharing a room with Twilight, who might not be so accepting of another roommate. But on the other hand, you were considering visiting Daring's place at some point, and well… filly, it's cold outside.
Well of COURSE we're going to let our friend come inside. We should definitely let Twi know, though, so she can plan accordingly. It'd be kind of a dick move to not do so. [ 1d100 = 49 ]
"If you can convince Twilight, then be my guest."
Just to be safe though, we should probably bring this up to both Twilights to make sure this really is okay.[ 1d100 = 45 ]
Am I a joke to you?
Member when Placeholder updated daily?
I member too. Those were the days, weren't they?
You mean the mythical creatures that made greens, images and such?
Always thought they were just legends of old
Some say that Allnighter was the first contentfag, born from fire.
I would say you because you update consistently but your story has been mostly filler lately.>>204185
No, but you have to admit he has a point. All the memorable faces have either fallen to the wayside, or their story has become painfully pointless. The filly days of old are over, and I think a lot of people have packed up with them. Look at the content that gets popular now: the drawings are safe and cute, the writing is safe and cute, filly has become just another thing to daww at and move on with your life. The faggots on derpibooru are partially to blame for this, but we all know none of them come here. We’re mostly the ones to blame. We’ve changed filly from a man in a horse’s body fighting for humanity to a tsundere poof.
Alright fags I decided to try and write another green after getting over the shame of my last so called attempt
>It is now day 24 of your imprisonment
>24 nights that Purple fucker has kept you locked into this room
>Something about not wanting to get the news out some random hairless ape from another dimension has invaded Eqeustria
>The line "I might be a hairless ape but at least I am not rude" didn't go down too well
>On the bright side she managed to enlarge the comically small furniture to suit your larger frame
>Also managing to duplicate your clothes so you don't have to wear the same stuff for days on end
>That'd be pretty gross
>All things considered she hasn't been a bad host but her refusal to serve you anything meat related has started to get to you
>She hasn't flat out refused chickens and stuff exist, just that it 'barbaric' to kill and eat one
>She did also promise to not keep you here forever, either send you back and pretend you didn't magically appear in her room one night like some giant rapist
>Or alternatively, you assume, to murder you and bury you in the back yard going before anyone else knows you even existed
>Never mind your feelings for waking up in a strange world inside the bedroom of a magical talking horse
>She really is a rude bitch
>Your inner monologue is cut short as your bedroom (more like prison cell) door is opened by your captor
>"Good morning Anon, did you sleep well?"
"It was a littl…"
>"Great, well we have a lot of work to do today. I researched some interesting stuff last night and we need to run some tests"
>"I have told Spike we will skip breakfast and just leave some fruit in the lab (basement)"
>Fucking great, another day of being poked and interrogated
>That and you are not going to get fed properly, again
>You should really ask her scaly boy servant to get you some good stuff later
"OK, I'll see you in 10 minutes. Need the usual giant shit before you lock me up in your fun dungeon again"
>This only earned you a scowl from the purple horse, who turned and left the room while muttering under her breath
>Today will be a good day if you can keep this up
>Letting 20 minutes pass you decide to meander your way down to the Fungeon™
>If she isn't going to feed you properly you are going to let her wait
>Not like she is bothered much any more, or she just assumes you are going to be tardy anyway
>However there is no time for a big think on this subject so you end up, slowly, making your way down to the lowest portion of the, errr, whatever it is you have been confined inside
"What took you so long? Didn't you hear me when I said we have a busy schedule for today?"
>You don't bother dignifying this verbally, only giving her the best eye rolling your tired and hungry ass can manage
>Speaking of which, you notice the bowl of fruit on the counter the boyservant had left
>You grab an apple and begin eating it right away, then grab a banana and two tangerines so you can make lewd gestures with once the Purple begins vomiting exposition at you again
"So then Twiggles, what acts against nature are you going to be performing on me today?"
>This earned another scowl. At this rate you might beat your high score (6 scowls and slap across your face)
>"Don't start Anon, it is far too early for this"
>"If you must know I want to do a full body scan on you. This is to determine if Equestrian medicine and potions will be as effective on you as ponies and other creatures…"
>Oh boy,she is waffling on again about nerd shit. Time to deploy operation fruit dick
>Out comes the tangerines from you jacket pockets, arranged side by side on the desk in front of you
>Next step is to deploy the banana, sitting proudly, between the two tangerines as inconspicuously as possible
>You take the banana out of your pocket and hold it in your hand until the moment Purple turns her back to you
>Which wasn't long as Purple Horse whips around and starts to draw out some nerd stuff on a black board
>With the grace of the giant ape you apparently are you manage to put the banana into position, though you had to use the apple core to make sure the banana stays up right
>Surely this feat of engineering with show Purple hooves cannot compete with hands
>You'd probably just end yourself if you had hooves tbh
>>204279>The lecture in pony and human biology drags on for a solid 15 minutes before Purple finally turns around to view your art piece>"So as you can see Pony medicine must be quite different from your own and we need to ensure that it will work in case your have to stay here for…">The sight of your magnum opus sitting proudly on the table is enough to stop Twiggy's spiel>"Did you even pay attention to a word I said?"
"Oh Purple, you know me. I am an artist, I don't care much for this nerd stuff. This piece represents my feelings as I look into the majesty of that pony butt of yours as you lecture me">Purple looks to try an attempt at retorting but eventually just chooses to just sigh and apply her hoof to her face>"Are you sure you're an adult an not some silly foal?"
"Wow, rude. Of course I am an adult.">"Well in that case I guess there isn't much point in going further, though I wish you would at least attempt to pay attention to what I am trying to teach you">"Shall we get started?">Purple then guides you to a cleared out area of the Fungeon™ where the exam would take place>"Now Anon, I need you to sit down just there and keep still. This could be a while so make sure you are comfortable ok?">Not sure how comfortable you can be sat on a stone floor but what choice do you have? Complying might mean you can get back to your room and figure a way you can breakout.>Magic flares from Purple's horn and the same glowing hue engulfs you>You can feel the magic doing something around your body. It isn't an unpleasant feeling, relaxing enough for to close your eyes, but it gives you some ideas to tease Purple with
"Hey Purple, this feels kinda lewd. You could at least have bought me dinner first">No reply. Strange, that would have at least gotten some sort of reaction out of her>A sudden force lifts you up off the ground
"W-whoa, steady on there, I thought you said I'd be sat down for the molestation session?">Opening your eyes you can see the expression on Purple's face isn't one that instils confidence in you
"Twilight, what in the actual fuck are doing?">As the last word roll out of your mouth the expression on Twilight's face goes from concern to sheer terror as the magical aura around Twilight's horn vanishes>You thankfully black out before you fall face first onto the stone floor
>You come to fairly quickly. Your ears are ringing and you can hear Purple calling your name and asking if you are ok, though it sounds like she is under water>Opening your eyes you the room seems bright as fuck and you can make out a fuzzy pony shaped blob above you>"Anon, can you hear me, are you ok?">Your vision starts to come back to focus and your hearing becomes more clearer
"God damn Tiwggles, that was a wild ride">At least that is what you think you said but the voice was a lot higher pitch than your own deep manly voice
"What the fuck">Same high pitch voice>You start to push yourself up but you can't quite manage it>Damn Purple seems huge as you look up and your hair covers your face>Wait, hair? Since when did you have long hair? Shit is fucking weird right now>You look down to try and see what is going on and why you can't seem to get up>Two small green legs and hooves come into view>"I am so sorry Anon the spell wasn't supposed to do this and it kinda backfired I don't know what went wrong I can fix this I am so sorry are you ok">Twilight is visibly panicking and not pausing for breath and dancing in place>What has transpired starts to sink in as you realise that your clothes are draped around you like a blanket>This crazy bitch has turned you into a small green horse
"Twilight, what the fuck have you done to me, rrrrrrRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE"
Remember when Anonfilly was allowed in a few more places than this one alone? Like, a place called /mlp/ where many Anonfillies used to hang out in?
Kek, that was great!
You planning to continue?
Continue the tale of the crazy bitch and the small green horse [ 1d100 = 94 ]
Looks like he's gotta continue now.
Such is the decree of The Great and Powerful d100!
>A Filly who wants to remain pure calls Twilight because all the other fillies are being lewd again
>Purp, who simply stopped caring long ago, takes it as a invitation
>After grabbing some water, the filly goes back to the room with a smug face
>Only for it to drop immediately after opening the door
>All fillies are in a full blown orgy, purple magic assisting the green fillies everywhere
>Be it on the ground, table, bed, or even on the ceiling, with some kind of anti-gravity spell
>A teleport flash comes from behind her and after turning around she mets with a very sweaty Twilight, standing tall behind her
>A giant dildo made of magic materializes by Twilight's head and her hungry looks say everything that the filly needed to know
"I need an adult…"
>Putting a hoof on the filly's back, Twilight leans down to her ear and gently whispers:
>"I am an adult~"
Maybe she'll change her mind after a little fun…
Your logic is flawed. Making lewd media is just about the safest thing an artist or writer can do, guaranteed (You)s unless, of course, it's something a bit out there. Any normalfag can make a lewd post, it takes a true man to want to hold up the filly by the tail and break in her teeth with a hammer.
>>204331>Be Anon>You're just about to teach manners to your filly>She can get by doing a lot of shit>But this you cannot accept>Holding her by the tail, you lift her to your face
"Say it">She tries to give you a confused look, but you arent falling for that>"Say what Anon?"
"You know what the fuck Im talking about, say the N word!">"Ni-">BAM>"Eep">Your other hand hits a sledgehammer on the table with all the strength you can muster>And finally the filly shrunk a bit on her body, closing her eyes and pulling her legs close to protect herself from the scare
"What the fuck did I tell you about saying the N word you fucking shit? Do you think this is a fucking game?">"Y-you just asked me to say it you faggot"
"Not now, i heard you saying it when leaving Cherilee's class. Do you think I'm deaf?">"Fuck off, I shouldnt even be there and you know that!">"And stop stalking me you fucking nigger!">Before you knew the sledgehammer had already set off to its destination>With a mighty crunch it hit the filly's mouth straight on>Thanks to her cartoony body, the head wasnt crunched with the force of the impact>But same couldnt be said to her teeth>And turns out ponies do bleed>Huh, learn something new everyday>"AAAHHH! W-wha 'he buck wash 'ish for?"
"Yea yea, we will take care of that, but i swear if i hear you saying that word again…">Lifting her again you stared her in the eyes to make your point>"Ni-">Your other hand gripped the sledgehammer with fury, and she no doubt could feel you strengthen your hold on her tail too>"-aggot, you'rr' a ucking 'aggot"
"Better, lets go">And so you went with her to the hospital to magically regrow her teeth
>>204230>>204331>Quit enjoying Anonfilly being a cute>Normalfags make lewds, and real men want to smash filly's teeth in
Hate to break it to you anon, but different people enjoy different things, and you can't make this into the Fillyabuse Thread just because that's what (You) like.
In fact, I can recall plenty of memorable faces who have made cute content, so you've got some flawed logic of your own.
Lone updates somewhat consistently as well. Anyways, right now's the filler before the next major plot point, which should happen… soonish.>>204314
I want something like this, but instead of a dildo, Twilight is preparing the filly to be fucked by a stallion.
Now what kind of element of loyalty would you be if you left Daring in the cold. You quickly usher her inside, and shut the door behind her to keep the cold air from getting in. You'll have to make a few arrangements, but you think she should be able to stay.
The first ponies you talk to are Velvet and Night Light, who see no problem with letting you have a sleepover, even if this *was* one of the fillies you ran away with, and not one she'd been introduced to. You leave Daring to introduce herself to the family and head downstairs to fetch Twilight, who is as usual, entrenched in some sort of magic book. You'd think she'd read all of her texts cover to cover by now, but you suppose there's always more to learn.
"Hey Twilight, do you mind if we have Daring over for the night? It's like, way too cold to let her walk home."
>"I'm not sharing the bed with another filly. You hog the blankets enough as is, and it's not like we've got a king sized bed here. Or a princess sized, as seems to be the equivalent in Equestria."
"Maybe she could sleep on the floor, or the couch upstairs?"
>"I suppose. She won't be comfortable though, especially as a pegasus. Many of them are literally used to sleeping on clouds."
"You know, I've been in her bed. It's not *that* comfortable."
>"Alright, fine. Have her sleep on the couch. Keep it PG while she's here though."
"Wasn't planning on anything other than PG."
And that goes for the rest of you horny fuckers, too.[ 1d100 = 72 ]
The opposite of this [ 1d100 = 98 ]
Look faggot, everything in moderation. Cute shit is fine sometimes, but if something is cute too often it loses its charm. There used to be a lot more balance. The cuteness was used as a sympathetic factor because we as human beings don’t like to see cute things get hurt, and it made filly more
than another cute vulgar OC, because we don’t have any of those….
And I’m not trying to make it into the fillyabuse thread because it’s always rightfully been the fillyabuse thread. Here’s your (You), lurk moar.
Good shit, Brazilnon.
I really don't care for abusive content, however, if you like it and >All the memorable faces have either fallen to the wayside, why don't you make some? It is not like abusefags are persecuted here either.
She's here! Protect your snootles! Run to the boop bunkers! Every filly for themselves! AAAAAHHHHH
Rolls a 98 and gets dubs. I may have to have fun with this.
You don't think I've tried that?
No colts allowed!Which begs the question- were a femAnon to make filly content, would she turn into a filly or colt?
>>204371>Twilight is preparing the filly to be fucked by a stallion.
Who? her brother and her sister in law filming everything?(just to add more degeneracy to the whole scenerio)
Use pliers, pulling them one by one is more satisfying>>204455
She would become Anoncolt and perpetually be vexed by her body's attraction to mares.
I've been lurking since a long time before the exodus from /mlp/, and during all my time lurking, fillyabuse was completely relegated to only one or two greens at most which were easily ignored and never influenced the thread otherwise.
You can't bend the thread to your whims any more than anybody else can, and wanting to makes you the worst kind of faggot. Sure, fillyabuse might've been more prevalent once upon a time, but why else would it have died out other than interest and demand for it dying out?
Anonfilly was able to survive and even thrive without constant abusefaggotry, and said abusefaggotry eventually fell to the wayside. Just because the thing (You) like isn't filling the thread anymore doesn't mean shit aside from that.
You say that it doesn't mean shit to you, but I'm talking about moderation here. Lets say all of the cute shit were taken out and the main content became based around Anon getting a job as a taxbroker, everybody taking her completely seriously, and nobody ever really scknowledging she's a filly. You wouldn't be too happy, would you? I'm not saying it has to be all of the content present, but you're phrasing it more like you never want to see a filly being slapped ever again.
Oh fuck, it's the boop bandit!
I never said that.
All that I was saying was that fillyabuse simply doesn't garner as much interest now as it used to, and that doesn't have any meaning outside of that. I'm not saying I never want to see any abuse ever again, since I can just ignore it like I always have since I started lurking; I'm saying it isn't necessary to have abuse take up half the thread just because a handful of faggots want it. You seem to be saying that abuse not taking up a significant portion of the thread is intrinsically bad for the thread, and I'm telling you that you're wrong about that.
>>204227>…born from darkness
I like my fillies depresso and sometimes a messo
I am a Polish now
any extremly gay ideas to draw,
or you know any actual ideas are good too
Draw an Anonfilly!
Retro filly or Filly in Pleasantville (Ponyville set in the 50s).
/int/ fillies driving purple insane
Filly on a Hearts and Hooves date.
so many replies so quickly wew
Filly gathering blood for the blood god
Good to see you're not dead, gaylord. I think he was referring to this: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WCiDfm9i9rQ
Also, you have new bins to add to the doc. Mostly mine.
She is ready for some wholesome education that is for sure :)
I can't decide if we should raid this site or just shill on it.https://poni.fun/poni/res/331.html
It's an apolitical sister site. Raiding doesn't make sense but encouraging traffic in a friendly way couldn't hurt.
Had no idea it was a sister site, huh. Apologies.
I guess I should do a crotch pillows edit since I'm bad at real pillows.
"Sure Twilight, wouldn't dream of it."
Thankfully, you are not the Element of Honesty, because that was a blatant lie. Indeed, you have some pretty X-rated plans for Daring tonight, as revenge for teasing your clit at Sugarcube Corner. You make your way back upstairs and greet Daring once more, who seems to be telling a few jokes with the rest of the family. At least she's a charmer.
"Twi seems okay with you staying over as long as you sleep on the couch up here. Will that be a problem?"
>"I've had worse. You guys don't mind me crashing here?"
Velvet and Night Light shake their heads, so you suppose the whole family is on board with the idea -- perfect. The rest of the night goes by faster than you realize, filled mostly with Daring telling the family stories of some her adventures in the Everfree Forest, and a few… interesting tales from when she's ventured outside. You could have sworn she was mostly a shut-in until you showed up, but apparently making homemade vegemite requires a little bit of travel to find the right ingredients to mimic the recipe.
As the night falls, the lights are eventually turned off, and you and Daring have to keep your conversations quiet so the adults can sleep. Daring herself looks like she wants to get to sleep, but you don't let her. As soon as you are sure everyone else is tanked, you cover yourself with a blanket and shove your face directly between her hind legs. Daring may have gotten you with her hoof, but your secret weapon is your tongue.
She shivers a bit as your tongue glances her clit, but you know that's just the start. You wrap your forelegs around her waist and hold her in place as your lips curl around her tiny little nub. She starts shaking a little bit more, as if a jolt of electricity traveled straight up her spine. You know that feeling -- it was what she made you feel earlier this morning.
>"Fuck Anon, you keep that up, you're gonna make me go crazy."
"Revenge for earlier."
You pull yourself up and drag the blanket over you as you lay atop Daring. Not wanting to let her wake up the family, you kiss her passionately as you drop a hoof down and begin vigorously rubbing her very wet cunt. As you pick up the pace, you feel her breath in your lips intensify further and further. She wraps all of her legs around you and squeezes tight. You cease, and bring your hoof up to her face level, which she promptly cleans with one big lick.
>"Now where'd you learn to do that?"
>>204313>I-I'm not for urrrgh>Not f-f-for secksu-uhl>Oh f-fuck I'm gonna>I-I-I said Filly is-unt
- The snitch filly moments later
Well, I was born and raised in West Philadelphia. [ 1d100 = 81 ]
>>204656>doesn't post the entire song>can't even get the lyrics of one line right
>ywn find filly alone and despondent on valentines day
>ywn go and surprise her by grabbing filly's butt
>ywn give it a good hard squeeze
>ywn then play with her teats
>ywn tease around her fillyhood, never directly touching it, only just going near it around her thighs
>ywn once she is all worked up from being teased, start with one finger in the filly's hole
>ywn eventually begin working up to two or three fingers, slowly going in and around her fillyhood
>ywn start the main event once she is sopping wet by blowing a raspberry right on to her soaking wet filly bits
One of those supposed to be you? That's pretty gay, Lone.
I wonder if they're still around…
Anyways, Happy Birthentimes. Have a /comfy/ filly from my hard drive.
Yeah, he is still around. In fact, that’s who Lone did the pic for.
Well since the D100 has spoken here is the next part. Only managed to write a little bit today.
>It is now day 1 AF (After Fillyfication) and day 25 of your confinement>You basically had to be carried back to your room after the incident, a mix of feeling like you have been hit by a truck and also the fact you are now a quadruped>Twiggles had tried to comfort you though, but honestly you'd like nothing more than that stupid horse to just go jump off a cliff>Though in hindsight that probably wouldn't work due to the wings>Besides, that bitch took your dick>Not only has she taken your humanity and then reduced you down to the equivalent of a 10 year old>She also took your manhood, that thing had always been there for you, especially on those boring, lonely, nights>Or when you wanted to take a leak standing up>A faithful companion, now turned into some jailbait slot>This_is_the_one_thing_we_didn't_want_to_happen.gif>You spent most of the day yesterday, once deposited on the now far oversized bed, trying to perform basic functions like walking>Going from two to four legs had been quite fuckey but eventually you manage to master moving about without falling over>Trying to use the stairs is going to be the next challenge, chances are you'll be face-planting for two days on the trot>If only you knew how to make your wings work, you can just skip the whole falling down the hard crystalline stairs because you cant walk thing>Right now those things are just feathered obstacles>Couldn't even sleep properly without you managing to get them caught somewhere or jabbing yourself in the side>Now that you think about it, why does Purple have a horn as well? What the fuck makes her so special?>Purple did at one point try to talk to you when she brought you some food later in the evening but you just yelled at her to give you your dick and life back>And the food, you are pretty sure she is trying to mock you>A daisy sandwich and a banana>How the fuck do you even eat a sandwich with hooves, or for that matter even open up a banana>You end up managing to eat the sandwich by just applying your face to it, thank god no one was around to see as you probably looked like an absolute tard>Strangely it didn't taste half bad, must be your new pony taste buds>The banana stayed on the side though, a monument to your now missing piece, as you for sure wasn't going to embarrass yourself trying to access it>But regardless, that was yesterday>Today is the day you try and get some answers from that purple horse and get your body back
"Well let's see here… West Fillydelphia, born and raised. On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chilling out, maxin', relaxin' all cool…"
>"Yeah, you can cut that rap shit out any time now. It's gay."
"Gay? Says the filly who just melted like butter in my hooves when I munched her carpet."
>"Yeah, gayer than that. I feel like a guy inside still anyways."
"So do I sort of, which makes it double gay."
>"Yeah, nah. We both feel like guys inside, but see the other as girls. That makes us both straight. I'm pretty sure that's how it works."
"I'm pretty sure you're a faggot, and that's how it works.
She wraps her hooves and wings around you and pulls up the blanket, and you feel the sudden tug of the sandmare dragging you into the land of nod.
. . .
You find yourself on what appears to be a game show. In front of you is a podium, and at your sides are all of your friends, including Coco, who you haven't even met yet. Standing across from you is Pinkie Pie, who appears to be wearing a suit of all things.^"Hello, and welcome to 'Ask the Fillies', the game show that's not really a game at all! This is your once in a lifetime chance to ask any of the fillies anything you want. Don't worry, none of this is canon, and none of them will remember a thing when they wake up."
"Wait, is this a shared dream? Twilight, can you use your magic to break out of it?"
>"Negative."^"Silly Anon Filly, didn't I just say you'd all forget when you wake up? What use would breaking out do? You wouldn't be able to bring any information out from the ethers. So just have fun and answer how you truly feel - unencumbered by those silly voices inside your head. Oh, and to all of you watching at home, you can ask questions to any of the fillies, not just Nonny."
Slow day for filly, huh?
I'll slowly hug you if it'll make you feel better
>You’re groggy as all fuck.
>The last thing you remember was making some spaghetti before you crashed on the couch.
>Things kind of hurt, and it’s really bright.
>You slowly open your eyes.
>They adjust slowly, but when they do you can clearly see that you’re not alone.
>Various other guys stand at podiums, most of them looking as confused as you do.
>“I’m your host again, Twilight Sparkle! Even though I’m sure most of you in the audience know how the game works, our contestants do not. You’re here today because you’re the best, the brightest stock of humans we could find throughout the multiverse; and each and every one of you has a chance here to walk away with one favor granted by me, the Princess of Magic. I’m not going to make it easy for you though, you’ll have to answer a series of questions. By the end, the one with the most right will take home the prize!“
>Wait a second…
>All you had to do here was answer a few questions, and you could have a shot at being the filly.
>You grin as you look at the other contestants.
>They don’t stand a chance.
>A massive board with categories all over it levitates out of the ground and comes to a rest on the ground.
>You take a few seconds to look it over:
>There’s a blank category at the end.
>“And for our special category of the day…“
>A drumroll plays over speakers.
>0/10 didn’t even snort.
>“Oh, and one final catch, there’s only room in Equestria for winners.“
>The stage slowly slides open to reveal a pit filled to the brim with some sort of solution.
>“For today’s method of elimination: bioacid.“
>A terrified looking mouse is slowly lowered into the pit, its paw touching the water.
>You watch the massive screens zoomed in on it in horror as it no longer has a paw.
>There’s no blood, just a nub.
>As the mouse is lowered in completely, the water lightly rocks back and forth as it completely disappears.
>There’s a bit of blood this time initially, but it is soon consumed by whatever microorganisms Twilight has cooked up in her lab.
>“Now, time to select our first contestant.“
>Even though she isn’t moderating in person, the hunger in her voice is palpable.
>You gulp as you look up at the board.
>A light comes on in front of you
>“Anonymous Proxy! Please choose a category.“
>Input action and roll for charisma, even if you get it wrong you can save up bonuses for hairy situations later.
Very promising green
Math[ 1d100 = 56 ]
fug, thank you friends
the day is still shit, but you guys make it less shit
Science[ 1d100 = 5 ]
My day's shit regardless. Had to work through Valentine's Day, surrounded by people who were buying flowers and bagging chocolates and cards while I'm just like "I wonder if one of my ten random chat partners are up to talking for a little bit when I get home at 10PM."
At least I got filly to keep me from pulling an isla vista. Instead I simply fap and cry myself to sleep. That's….marginally better.
Misc.[ 1d100 = 68 ]
Magic[ 1d100 = 31 ]
Hey all. Sorry for not saying…well, anything in a while. Hopefully this is worth the wait.
After two weeks of genuine improvement to your demeanor, you feel somewhat refreshed. While your…sleepwear still embarrasses you, it also provides some security at night - and hey, you've only used your protective garment twice! That's something to be proud of, right…? Now that you've revealed your power level around Twilight, she's actually acted as a surprisingly good bro; while of course you do butt heads occasionally, she seems much more comfortable fulfilling the role of your surrogate mother than you would have ever expected from the mare you've called 'top cunt' for months now. And when she's not mothering you, she offers snacks and books to pass the time. She doesn't offer any lewd works, but she doesn't outright prevent you from nabbing a book or two, or buying stuff with your allowance.
In the meantime, you've decided to try the tabula rasa approach to life in Ponyville. Yesterday Twilight offered to be Pinkie's ghostwriter to plan a belated birthday party after your initially failed "Welcome to Ponyville" party that ended in spaghetti flying in every which direction - literally! [sub]Yeah, you don't know how you're gonna apologize to that Twist girl after that.[/sub] But regardless of the past, this is a chance to turn over a new leaf, and actually get to know the ponies in town better.
Not one day after Twilight's party planning offer, you come home from a little walk through town, apple in hoof and a few handheld games hidden in your saddle pouch, to see that the library's almost completely dimmed out. The curtains are all drawn, the candles and lamps all snuffed out and the foyer of the library utterly silent. Normally this place wouldn't be closed before sunset, and Twilight would spend an hour or two longer checking inventory. Before you can even ask the doubtlessly full room what's up, a series of small poppers and flares light up, and all the curtains are drawn back so you can see the surroundings better: somehow Pinkie's managed to get a party of forty ponies, most being young adults and older fillies, to attend this impromptu celebration. Twilight, Pinkie and Applejack act as chaperones for the party, while the younger ones shout out the typical "happy birthday" cheer.
The library isn't that different from its normal look other than the initial boom of activity; bookshelves and tables were moved to allow room for a proper gathering, and the general decor is more subdued and relaxed, more like a super bowl or movie marathon party than a kid's-show equivalent to a birthday party. The cone-shaped party hats are done away with, in favor of a few ponies dressing up in what seem to be convention style casualwear. You never were a fan of conventions, but you can't diss someone for wearing their hearts on their sleeve like this. It takes guts.
Pinkie Pie and a few other ponies set up to play a wide assortment of songs ranging from cabaret to folk to swing jazz to some kind of satirical country style. While you're not by any means a musician, you are inclined toward all kinds of genres of music.
After nearly half an hour of indulging in pizza and cupcakes while chatting, you find that you're not so uncomfortable in this environment. Granted, a smaller party is preferred, but when you're not being choked by over-positive music and cliches, partying isn't so bad. A few fillies offer their address for sleepovers and give ideas for places to visit when you're free - you didn't have the heart to admit you're always somewhat free thanks to skipping out on school. Of course, as the time passes, your relaxation loosens your lips, and with that a few ponies grow uncomfortable with your sense of humor, but only five to ten ponies abandon the party.
Finally, Pinkie calls you up to the little makeshift stage to speak to the rest of the party. "Alright Anon, I think it's about time you get the spotlight tonight. You got anything to say to everypony here tonight?" Your heart races as you try to think of something to say. Your legs work on autopilot as you force a little smile onto your face, and as you reach that stage, you still don't quite know what to say.
"Ah, well…thanks for comin', would be point number one. After that little incident a couple months back, I didn't think anyone'd pay me a visit." You flash a shy grin, chuckling a bit to yourself as you look at the crowd to gauge their reaction. They seem generally happy for you, a few even giving a little chuckle. "Ah, otherwise…I mean, there's not that much to say. I survived another year of life. Can't say I'm too special there, especially with how young I am. Really I'm just glad there's other ponies that aren't afraid to get a little risque with their humor - by the way Pinkie, I…honestly never thought you had it in you to sing cabaret."
"I sing lotsa stuff, Nonny! Whatever makes my friends happy." The resulting d'awwwww from the other ponies puts a red tint on your face. These sentimental little twerps…
"Well, thanks for that then, Ponka. Now…I-I-I'm not too good on speeches, so I think I'll leave it at that if that's alright. Just a big mushy-gushy thanks to all you little bastards for sitting through my rambles."
After you give Pinkie her stage spot back, she rears up on her hind legs, hugging you tightly around the shoulders. Before you can react, she whispers something into your ear, smirking lowly. "Now, I got a little something for you, and you can sing along if you want. Twilight managed to put a few songs from your phone to sheet music, so I've got a special one for ya."
We're riding our black unicorns
Down the side
of an erupting volcano!
As we drink, drink, drink
From a chalice filled
With the laughter of small children!"
After finishing up your own little performance, you grin at nobody in particular. "Best timeline."
Nice update, it's good to see you back
You got a paste for the rest of the story?
The old pastebin, AshenAnon, is still alive. Might use that for future commissions or requests I do - planning on monetizing it for diaper
money. Even if I wanted to delet everything, it's a $50 Pastebin Pro account lmfao. I'm too cheap to abandon it especially now that I'm living on scraps as a grocery bagger. I'm using FiMFic though. The title on there is Anonfilly's Usual Shenanigans by UndeadAsylum.https://www.fimfiction.net/story/425116/anonfillys-usual-shenanigans
Don't jew out mate, please. And if you do, you're likely to have more success with a different set of fetishes, just speaking from experience.
I think you underestimate the fetishes I've roleplayed and written for in the past, and the sheer weirdness I've been willing and able to write for others and myself.
And I'm not walling myself off from free writing, I'm just considering doing small commissions. In fact, someone in a FiMFic group happened to ask people in it for a request, and when I asked him what he wanted, he said fat
I think I know who that is, actually.
Well, just please don't do fucking planet-sized…
We kinda have a no-shill policy here mate, hate to break it to you…
Someone asked for it, and the content's already posted in-thread.
>>205009>Few other threads are delet>This stays up
>>204976>at least i got filly to stop me from pulling an Isla Vista
God dammit, you made me lose a $5 bet
Juggalo filly wearing ICP face paint and rapping noisily at 2AM to keep Twilight up when
Should I bother posting the fat filly request when I finish? Or should I just leave it on FiMFic?
Well I was going to update my CYOA, but it seems we have no responses. Maybe tomorrow.
The world may never know, anon
The world may never know…
You're over two days late ya nerd. T-thanks for the card though
That's my secret, anon. I'm always late.Y-you too
Nice try, but you cant truely delet roll posts
"Misc.">An electronic buzz rings out as a chunk of board under the first category fades out to reveal your question:>"I'm not good in bed, in less than ten minutes I'll be dead. I'm predatory at birth; although I'm one of the worst. What am I?"
Alright, the fat
filly story is out.https://www.fimfiction.net/story/432337/request-the-pigging-out-adventures-of-anonfilly-and-twilight
Believe it or not, the title was a direct quote from the requester when asked what the title should be. Wew lad.
i get home like at 8pm and spend most of my time waiting between classes at uni
our time here is short and shit, but itll be worth it in the end
Finally, a Pegasus filly green!
You best be continuing this, filly.
Is pineapple good on a pizza? [ 1d100 = 98 ]>>204993
idk what that song is but great story none the less my friend
It's literally called Riding a Black Unicorn Down the Side of an Erupting Volcano While Drinking from a Chalice Filled with the Laughter of Small Children.
Voltaire is the best.
Roll for it faggot.
I'll roll for it[ 1d100 = 92 ]
Filly raid the booze pantry?
Silence. For a solid minute, you hear complete and utter silence. It almost seems to drive Pinkie Pie mad, as the next sound you hear is her tapping her hoof loudly and impatiently upon the podium. She almost starts to sweat before you finally hear a voice.
>Is pineapple good on pizza?
That came out of left field.
"Uh, I guess?"
Most of your friends seem to nod in agreement, but Daring seems to look disgusted.
>"Fuckin' seriously? Pineapple?"
>"And what do you put on your pizza, vegemite?"
>"Oh come on, we don't put that on literally everything, you dumbass yank. I mean I pile mine sky high with meat, and also eggplant."
>"It's a perfectly valid pizza topping."
Blossom tilts her head in confusion.
>"Is this really what aussies consider a good pizza?"
Twilight shakes her head.
>"Nah, I'm pretty sure Daring's just weird."
>"Fuck you, fight me cunt!"
Daring stands up on her hind hooves and starts gesturing at Twilight with her forehooves as if to get into some sort of equine fisticuffs, but Pinkie Pie jumps in the middle of the two of them to break it off.^"Okay then, next question?"
"Yeah, can I get a large Big Mac meal extra sauce and two apple pies?" [ 1d100 = 83 ]
Yeah, to the glow in the dark CIA nigger, what was she doing when she first got innaquestria?
Roll [ 1d100 = 45 ]
Sometimes I get the feeling that the janitors like her but one of the mods makes them purge the filly
Like, if it's stealthy enough it'll get overlooked until someone reports it and scruffy HAS to deal with it
>>205327>Sometimes I get the feeling that the janitors like her but one of the mods makes them purge the filly
Isn't that the truth? That it is the mod who has a massive personal problem with Anonfilly, and scruffy has no choice but to deal with it if someone reports it?
Yeah, anybody have that one screenshot where the jannie thanks everyone for all the cute fillies right before the thread gets killed?
I'll try and keep on top of it but updates will depend on my will to write and if a good idea hits me. I am already trying to think how the next 'scene' should play out.
Superior race filly green makes for happiness, friendo.
Best race is unicorn filly.
The Oekaki master shows his face
N-no, I'm totally a different guy
Anyone have that image on the right?
Shit. I may have to make Anony Sue.
>>205452>become the (earth) filly>be happy at first>see some other anons got cool magic or wings instead of mud power
I wouldn't handle it well.
Unless there is some cheating with rune magic and/or if the Zecora-brand of magic can be cranked to eleven …
Would probably end up as a minor recurring villain trying to steal magic artifacts and forbidden old shit just because fuck being a simple mud pone. Pretty sure it won't end well, but goddammit I won't tolerate being only "kinda magical but not too much" if I live in a fucking fantasy universe. I imagine I will end up doing something edgy to try to cheat death & fate, DIO-style, and get my ass kicked back into nothingness by some random filly wielding the power of friendship/justice/mariesue or whatever.
I can't wait.
Mud ponies can grow things real quickly, this probably includes plant derived drugs.
Hm, and what happened to your green about drugs?
>>205459>Not wanting to be the master filly race>Wanting to be a cheater or as frail as a bird
Get a load of this faggot
I've never written a green here…?
I always get you two aussies confused, forgive me.>>205464>Not wanting to be able to wield powerful magical incantations by just studying really hard
Well, can't argue with that
There's actually more than two.
>>205467>Implying any horse can cast advanced spells unless their CM is related to magic
I wouldnt want to be you as a uni-filly
Anonfilly from hell.
Normally I would've made a green for this, but as a retired writer here's the prompt
>Horses need to save Equestria from evil>Can't arrive on time and Anon is summoned in some kind of evil summoning circle>Evil bastard tries to use Anon to attack the m6(7), but he's bored and doesn't want to do anything/only wants to go back to do whatever he was doing>Twilight makes Anon into Anonfilly so he can't do anything against them>Victory for Equestria>But now this green filly wont stop following them back>etc etc
Maybe not the most advanced, but with dedication I'm sure one could become fairly powerful.
>>205479>Expend half of your life working on your magic>Now you can levitate three itens at once>Or slightly speed up your cooking by using weak magic heating>Or shine a few magic lights around the place
Yea…sure Anon, unless you find a way to use the innate Purple magic from every filly you're not going very far with that ? CM , which i like to imagine as their life force, being what keeps Anon magicless body going
I miss Methfilly.
I miss Alicornfilly.
That would suck
I really don't see it as the fact that most horses are incapable of casting powerful spells, just that not everyone is cut out for the scholarly duties required. After all, not everyone is a wizard in DnD, and isn't that kind of the point of having a question mark on your ass? It's ambiguous. It kind of goes against how cutie marks normally work in the way that it doesn't really mean much of anything, which, by extension, means it could mean pretty much anything.Though maybe sorcerer would've been a better comparison since you have to be born with a face dildo, but whatever.>>205481>>205482
Methfilly seems pretty dead, but there's a good chance we'll see more from the alicorn guy, even if it isn't for another few months…
If you have sex in a bath that's disgusting, you're bathing in your own juices. May as well piss while you're at it I mean, baths are like this to an extent already (shower masterrace) but still.>second pic
At least they admit it
I want to bathe another filly>>205496>May as well piss while you're at it
Somehow I doubt you're any authority on when to and when not to have sex
Wait….what if Anonfilly's cutie mark is actually indicative of a talent of blending into a crowd, or drawing power from anonymity somehow? What if Anonfilly is actually….a shapeshifting horse!
>Yeah, can I get a large Big Mac meal, extra sauce, and two apple pies?
All of the fillies start snickering, except for Pinkie Pie. Despite her powers of fourth wall breaking, she is completely unaware of many cultural references from Earth. She's not God, you know?^"I don't get it."
"Yeah, you can shove that Big Mac up your big fat ass, whoever you are! Next question."
Another voice pops out, this one with an Aussie accent.
>I got one for the glow in the dark CIA nigger.
Twilight points to herself in confusion.
"Pretty sure no one else here is CIA, Twi."
>What the fuck were you doing when you first got to Equestria?
>"When I first came to Equestria? Well, the first couple of days I thought it was some sort of dream or a coma or something, and I just sort of screwed around and played along. Realized pretty soon it was too realistic for it to be a dream, and I've somewhat given up on the idea of it being a coma as more and more ponies came by. I think I had a panic attack about a week into it all, and when I managed to eventually calm the fuck down, I just sort of grabbed every book I could within reach to see if there was anything that could help me get home. Fortunately, no one has really found this weird, since hoarding books was pretty normal behavior for the pony whose body I inherited."
A question for the Aussie: Does he now, or did he ever, frequent imageboards such as this, and if yes, did he ever shitpost on any /int/ boards?[ 1d100 = 22 ]
"Australia is not real. It's a hoax, made for us to believe that Britain moved over their criminals to someplace. In reality, all these criminals were loaded off the ships into the waters, drowning before they could see land ever again. It's a coverup for one of the greatest mass murders in history, made by one of the most prominent empires. Australia does not exist. All things you call "proof" are actually well-fabricated lies and documents made by the leading governments of the world. Your Australian friends? They're all actors and computer-generated personas, part of the plot to trick the world.If you think you've ever been to Australia, you're terribly wrong. The plane pilots are all in on this, and have in all actuality only flown you to islands close nearby – or in some cases, parts of South America, where they have cleared space and hired actors to act out as real Australians. Australia is one of the biggest hoaxes ever created, and you have all been tricked. Join the movement today, and make it known that they have been deceived. Make it known, that this has all just been a cover-up. The things these "Australian" says to be doing, all these swear words and actions based on alcoholism, MDMA and bad decisions, are all ways to distract you from the ugly truth that is one of the greatest genocides in history. 162,000 people were said to have been transported to this imaginary land during a mere 80 years, and they are all long dead by now. They never reached that promised land. Tell the truth. Stand up for what is right. Make sure to spread the world – Australia is not real. It's a codeword for the cold-blooded murder of more than a hundred thousand people, and it is not okay. We will not accept this.Stand up for the ones who died. Let it be known, that Australia does not exist."[ 1d100 = 26 ]
How come your pillowfilly ain't got no food? She is starving the poor gal.
Them's writin' words
>>205532>all these criminals were loaded off the ships into the waters
Trying to be objective here.
Why that hypothetical "mass execution" would be wrong?
I don't get it, and I'm not kidding.
This included political prisoners.
Imagine if american settlers were executed for suggesting they not be taxed without proper representation.
You are not getting sympathy neither empathy.
Anyone breaking the rules imposed by the big boss should be prepared to face consequences.
Bitching will change nothing, but an actual fight will.
You sound to me like a SJW being outraged by past actions of your ancestors. Old times and old rules. That people is long dead and have not current relevance.
Embrace that legacy and make it even more deadly; mass killing is what Whites need right now to get their land back.
End of my Off Topic.
>>205545>Says the american whose country was founded on bitching about the rules and subsequently breaking them in defiance of the big boss.
It's a pasta, you autist.
can confirm >>205546
's statement, you got le ebic troled.
"If I'm going to tell you about the adventure of my life - explain how I got to this place with these people, and why I did what I'm going to do next - I should probably start by explaining a little bit about PipBucks.
"What is a PipBuck? A PipBuck is a device, worn on a foreleg just above the hoof, issued to every pony in a Stable when they become old enough to start work. A blending of unicorn pony magic and science, your PipBuck will keep a constant measure of your health and even help administer healing poultices and other medicine, track and organize everything in your saddlepacks, assist in repairs, and keep all manner of notes and maps available at a hooftap. Plus, it allows you to listen to the Stable broadcast whenever you would like as it can tune into and decrypt just about any radio frequency. And that's not all. A pony's PipBuck generates an E.F.S. (Eyes-Forward Sparkle) that will indicate direction and help gauge whether the ponies or creatures around you are hostile. And, perhaps most impressively, a PipBuck can magically aid you in a fight for brief periods of time through the use of the S.A.T.S. (Stable-Tec Arcane Targeting Spell). Oh, and a feature not to be forgotten: it can keep track of the location of tagged objects or people, including the wearers of other PipBucks. So if a pony somehow got lost - don't ask me how you could get lost in a Stable, but it does happen on occasion - then anypony who knew the lost pony's tag could find them instantly.
"It can even be made to glow like a lamp.
"So yes, PipBucks really are a testament to unicorn pony arcane science. And yes, having a PipBuck is a big advantage. So with how wonderful and miraculous all that just sounded, it's hard to impress upon ponies who never lived in a Stable just how ordinary, how pedestrian, a PipBuck was in the eyes of the ponies living in Stable Two. And why I was disappointed to have one as my cutie mark.
"Every pony in Stable Two had a PipBuck. All that stuff I mentioned? Most ponies don't even use half of that. They just used it to tune into the Stable broadcast - listening to the sweet, sweet voice of Velvet Remedy in the evenings or the latest school singing competitions during the day. The Stable had two soccer leagues, one which allowed S.A.T.S. and one which prohibited it. Otherwise, most ponies paid their PipBucks almost no attention at all. The Overmare issues each pony their own PipBuck on the day of their Cutie Mark Party - usually a day or two after you get the mark on your flanks that tells everypony what makes you special, what you're destined to be good at. Once it shows, the Overmare knows what work to assign you; you know your place in the Stable. So no, I was not thrilled that what made me special was something that everypony had, which was a lot like being told I wasn't special at all. Sure, getting a PipBuck as my cutie mark could have meant I was destined to become an awesome PipBuck repair filly or something, but in reality it was like getting a cutie mark of a cutie mark.
"Didn't help that I was the last pony to get her cutie mark. Not surprising in retrospect. Kinda tough to find out what you're supposed to be good at when what you're supposed to be good at is something you don't get until you've found what you're supposed to be good at. So, I tried everything. I even tried to invent new things. As a unicorn pony myself, my innate magics allow me a level of fine manipulation that earth ponies don't enjoy. Any pony can hold a key in their teeth and open a lock, but using multiple tools in a very delicate operation? That requires precision levitation. So I decided to learn to pick locks with a bobby pin and screwdriver. And I was even getting pretty good at it. Unfortunately, it didn't get me my cutie mark. It just got me into trouble.
"I even, to my humiliation, went through the C.A.T. (Cutie-mark Aptitude Test) in the hopes it would guide me to what made me special. But no. My C.A.T. was utterly average, with only marginally higher scores in a couple areas, indicating that I might be suited for work as a PipBuck Technician or Stable Loyalty Inspector. Two options, I should note, that were even less impressive when you considered that it was generally expected that unicorn ponies would go into either technical or administrative work. That is, except for the unicorn ponies who are natural artists, like Velvet Remedy. As I said before, our inherent magic allows us the sort of fine manipulation that technical work demands. Likewise, the Overmare and her government were always unicorn ponies. It is the Overmare's unicorn magic, after all, that creates the false sunlight used to grow our underground apple orchard. And while our apples might not look like those beautiful red things in the old books, they are what keeps up alive.
"It was only because they let me try my hooves at both positions that I gained access to a PipBuck before receiving my own, otherwise I might never have gotten my cutie mark.
"Oh, my name is LittlePip. Go figure. I was given the name because I was the youngest and the smallest, and even my mother had the good sense not to call me "Pipsqueak." (Not that I don't love her, but when a filly's cutie mark is a glass of hard apple cider…) Anyways, funny how names like that turn out sometimes.
"Pleased to meet you. Here is my story…" [ 1d100 = 56 ]
Rolling against this.[ 1d100 = 5 ]
LITTLEPIP MEME IT IS!
She can share the greens, there's plenty
Rolling for this[ 1d100 = 40 ]
"A praying mantis.">"Is that your final answer?"
"No, actually. I'm going to take sperm.">"I'm afraid you are incorrect.">A shock courses through your veins and you fall over your podium, barely maintaining consciousness.>"Would any other contestants like to try to guess the answer?">Whether they saw the shock you were just given or they also don't know the answer, nobody else speaks up.>"Nobody? It still counts as a correct question if somep- somebody else chose it.">The final podium lights up, three contestants away from you.>"It's a mayfly.">"That is correct.">There's a slight ding as the counter above his head goes up.>He looks at the other three of you with a shiteating grin.>That bastard.>"Alright, contestant two. Choose a category.">Your neighbor ponders for a few seconds before making his decision.>"Magic.">An electronic buzz rings out as a chunk of board under the sixth category fades out to reveal a question:>"I'm carved in the ground, or on lively stones I am found. In chalk or with a carving implement, I serve as a useful instrument. What am I?">Your adjacent contestant ponders for a second before quietly saying something you can't quite make out.>A shock zaps through him and he howls out in pain.>"Floor Bored is incorrect.">Well, now's your chance to steal his point if you're fast enough…>Roll 1d20 for speed, roll 1d100 for charisma.
Benis[ 1d20 = 11 ][ 1d100 = 67 ]
How do I delete someone else's post?
Runes[ 1d20 = 16 ][ 1d100 = 21 ]
Boosting 1d100 roll [ 1d100 = 10 ]
Boosting charisma roll [ 1d100 = 9 ]
Boosting [ 1d100 = 15 ][ 1d20 = 6 ]
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Boosting chr [ 1d100 = 19 ]
Did they lower the bump limit?
A part of you wants to give Twilight a hug out of nowhere, but the questions seem to pile up on you, leaving you little time for any social calls. Not that it would matter, everything after this dream will be forgotten by everyone in it.
>I'm going to tell you about the adventure of my life - explain how I got to this place with these people, and
"We already did that one."
"We already told that story, like a while back on the train. I almost felt my jaw fall of telling the whole thing."
A voice pips up from the other side of the room, on the farthest podium - Coco's voice. You hadn't heard it until now, but it is certainly very sweet, although with a somewhat old-timey accent for a filly.
>"You know I might like to hear the story."
"I'll tell it to you later."
>"How would you remember to do so?"^"Oh I wouldn't worry about that! Someone will probably tell Nonny to tell you the story when you meet up. They're very helpful like that. Anyways, next question!"
>Australia is not real. It's a hoax, made up for us to believe that
Twilight interrupts before the voice can finish.
>"Anon, I'm going to have to stop you right there. What you are saying is classified information and could get you into serious trouble with the United States government. Don't think being in a different country will save you. We WILL find you, and we WILL put you in a dark room with an alligator if you say one more word about the existence of non-existence of Australia."
"Uh, Twilight, I didn't say anything."
>"And just what the heck am I supposed to call an anonymous voice from the ether? It's not my fault your dad literally named you Anonymous. You must have been a charm on image boards!"
>Speaking of which, I have a question for the Aussie: did you ever frequent any image boards such as this, and if so, did you ever shitpost on the /int/ boards?
>"The fuck do you mean by 'this', mate? We're on a game show, not an image board. And no, no I hadn't. In case you weren't aware, I spent a lot of time in jail for having sex with a wallaby. You don't really get access to the Internet in prisons. And before I was arrested, I spent a lot of time outside. Wonderful place, you should try it sometime!"^"Alright fillies and gentlecolts, I think we have time for one more round of questions, and then Anon's getting woken up, and we're all gonna have to say goodbye. So speak now or forever hold your peace!"
Other threads seems to be bumping properly.
"MUCKLED DAMN AJNA 'AIR EH NAMBLY BE KEEPIN' ME WEE JEWELRY!?"[ 1d100 = 67 ]
boosting both[ 1d20 = 17 ][ 1d100 = 11 ]
Not until 700, even if we're not bumping it'll still take months for this thread to fall off the board.
Agreed, even tho this thread is had enough to find with the op image as it is
yall suck at boosting, check it[ 1d20 = 15 ][ 1d100 = 58 ]
Got a real fucking boostchad here
Mulp mods are fags and the userbase is powerless to do anything to keep them in check when they step out of line.
Simple as that.
REEEEE that image (while accurate for 4chan) is an affront to decent scruffies everywhere
Love the cardboard stuff, very nice
E-easy there, Scruffy…
That image was made while it was just threads getting deleted, and before bans got handed out and we knew it was actually a mod rather than just a scruffy.
There actually might be a scruffy on /mlp/ who likes us but has his hands tied by the mods, since there was a thread one time where he thanked us for all the fillies and posted pic related just before the thread got deleted.
I miss you too booze-filly. I'm having New Amsterdam and Shasta soda tonight, filled literally half the mug with the vodka and am just refilling every few mouthfuls with the soda so that it diminishes in strength until I'm ready to fall asleep. You drinking yourself to sleep too?
Ouch…well, just know that this cheap-ass soda mixer is dedicated to you. Hope things turn out better for you, I'm about to go to bed for my six hours before work and I think I might be a little hung over or even slightly drunk for a few hours on my shift. Just needed the relaxer, I'm sure you of all fillies get that feel.
One last voice calls out of the blue. You aren't quite sure what it means, however.
>MUCKLED DAMN AJNA 'AIR EH NAMBLY BE KEEPIN' ME WEE JEWELRY!?
You blink several times as you try to process that statement.
Daring lightly smacks you across the back of your head.
>"Obviously the cunt wants to know where the jewelry's at."
"Oh for fuck's… WE DON'T KNOW! Goddamn you people ask some stupid questions."^"And that's all the time we have for today. Thank you all for playing, and maybe we'll see you all again when the story's over."
"The what now?"
. . .
You wake up from what felt like a dreamless sleep to find yourself drooling over Daring's chest fluff. Truly you have slept like a corpse in her embrace. As much as you would like to spend some time contemplating this further, however, the sound of four loud knocks at the door indicate you have more pressing matters. They sound like a cop knock.
"IT'S THE FUZZ! CHEESE IT!"[ 1d100 = 91 ]
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This but "Boys in Blue" instead of "Fuzz" [ 1d100 = 42 ]