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>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?

Dropbox (Photos):

>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: >>202060
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No. Not until the communist is dealt with. 1d100[ 1d100 = 24 ]


Use our power to force Twilight to submit until the job is done
Also, add on a "What would your boss, THE PRESIDENT, think if we just let communism win?"
1d100[ 1d100 = 71 ]


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Have a few fillies on me


Help her 1d100[ 1d100 = 95 ]


I'm not a faggot, but those two poofs can make some decent music, alright?
>Not necessarily pleased though.
"League, what do you-"
>"This is on you, sister."
"I'm not your sister."
>The tap on your muzzle that follows catches you off guard and you go cross-eyed to focus on the hoof that rests on your face.
"Stop that."
>"Stop what?"
>You get tapped again, somehow not on guard from the last assault on your poor innocent filly form.
"Help! I'm being molested!"
>You don't say it loudly, of course.
>League giggles.
>You can't tell if she's joking or not.
>You start lazily walking your way in no direction in particular, Baseball Horse trotting beside you.
>You don't know how it's possible, but she somehow looks even cuter with her gear satchel.
"We're armed. We've got a baseball bat."
>"Oh, this old thing?"
>Her lazy handling of it betrays her previous prowess, if only for the moment before she kicks up a chestnut and hits it a good thirty yards.
>"I don't know what you're talking about."
>You're a bit flustered about her seeming lack of caring, but you keep your cool.
"I think I finally figured out who one of the voices in my dreams is."
>"I am not the one you seek, simply look inside my beak-"
>A swing from League's bat into the ground and she goes quiet.
>You don't know what's more impressive, the fact that Zecora can somehow account for her own sentences being cut off well enough to rhyme, or the fact that she didn't flinch at all.
>She still looks quite nervous though, which you attribute to the fact that there are multiple different potions and aqueous solutions set out on her small table.
>None of them are labelled, but you can assume it would either be a detriment to her work or a major health hazard if multiple of them were shattered and were to mix…
>Or all of the above.
"What the fuck did you do with Sweetie Belle?"
>She looks down at her hooves.
"League, do me a favor and break that large one, the Erlenmeyer flask."
>"Whath the hechk is am 'Errlehnmayer?"
"Ya'know… bulbous at the bottom, thinnish neck? It's sort of the staple thing you probably think of when you think of science experiments."
>"Ooooh! Okhay, here we-"
>"Into this forest fifty miles they plan their incursions. The coordinates you were sent were simply a diversion."
"Which direction?"
>"Best due West-"
"Nevermind, just draw us a fucking map."
>You consider giving her your pencil to draw with when she takes a while to find one, but there's no telling what kind of toxins she might dribble on it to get back at you.
>You watch the map drawing quite closely too.
>You're nothing if not paranoid around this mare after she revealed what you had suspected.
"If this leads us into a trap, there's going to be hell to pay."
>She chuckles coldly.
>"If their trap you were to survive, you would not long be well and alive."
"League, blue solution. The one she's steaming over the cauldron."
>"I joke of course, you dense little filly. How could I ever be so silly?"
>You don't exactly enjoy being called dense, but you're not going to fuck her up for that.
>You begin to walk out the door before you stop.
"Say, you have plenty of chemicals here; right?"
"Fifty miles, she said fifty miles… why the fuck did I think this was a good idea to do today of all days?"
>You still have too much pride to ask your friend for a bareback ride, but you're getting close at this point.
>"Relax, we're no further than ten out. I figured we'd just do a scouting mission and get right back to town."
"Yeah, so did I. I'm not quite seeing anything though, you?"
>"Can't say so. You sure do have some wacky ideas Anon, but they haven't failed yet."
"I don't know why you keep trusting me, they almost always nearly do."
>That gets a pretty good stifled laugh out of her.
>"Yeah, Cockatrice fighting was doomed to be a failure even before we dragged those nimrods along."
>You join in a bit yourself.
"How the hell were we supposed to find a Cockatrice? Didn't Cheerilee say something about them being endangered?"
>"Good riddance, I'd rather not be turned to-"
>Everything goes completely silent.
"Haha League, very funny…"
>You look all around you, half-expecting to see a stone statuette of League standing there in horror, but nothing is there.
>League has vanished without a trace.
>You start walking off the trail.
>If you could even call it a trail, it's more just a few weeds trampled down presumably from where wild bears and other large animals have walked.
>The thorns prick you, but that isn't why tears are running down your face.
"League! This isn't funny!"
>You're nearly bawling at this point.
"I'll let you do whatever you want to me if you come out now, you win! Any hole, League!"
>The thorns stuck in your legs begin to bulge out.
>You try to pry them out, but instead tear out a hunk of your own leg.
>Warm blood trickles down your fur, staining it a sick hue of belated Christmases.
>You crawl your way back in the direction you think the path was.
>Was it West?
>Which way is West?
>Life is peaceful there…
>Go West…
>In the open air…
>Go West…
>Where the skies are Blue…
>Go West…


"Twilight..Diana, wait." Try to convince her to stay. Tell her you know how badly she must want to go back, and that you would never fault her for that, or ask her to numb that feeling.
Tell her to think of how bizarre and specific this situation is. A bunch of humans get their consciousnesses ripped away from their world, and thrown into the bodies of fillies in a world that should only exist in people's minds, and on screens.
And you weren't just thrown into any fillies' bodies, it seems as if you were thrown into the bodies of fillies meant to wield the elements of harmony. You all had an important role in this world, probably Fizzlepop too.
Tell her that the Princess may not be responsible for this. She may have sensed something was off, but knows as little, or even less than you all do.
Tell Twilight that she said it herself; Celestia is likely the most powerful being in this world, so having her on your side will likely help you a great deal with the goal of getting back home.

(*Deep breath, exhale* Rngesus, help me to avoid the coming conflict. 1d100[ 1d100 = 79 ] )


>Filly always does the laundry
>Twiggles thinks she is just being helpful for having a roof over her head
>The real reason is Filly just likes to sit on top of the machines


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>Anon happily volunteers to take over laundry duty thinking it's the easiest chore in the castle
>"Hey, Anon, don't forget about the laundry. You should probably start before it gets too late."
"Laundry? What laundry?"
>"The laundry you volunteered to start doing. I went ahead and gathered it outside for you."
>she points out a nearby window which reveals several large baskets full of unwashed sheets and linens
"But how? There's so much! Nobody here even wears clothes."
>"Well, it's all the towels, bedding,…Um, you do know you're supposed to wash more than just clothes, right?"

>"We really need to work on your hygiene."
Dumb crystal tree doesn't even come with washing machines to make this fun. I bet the other Princesses wouldn't put up with this shit.


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>Be filly
>What do?


Find a soapbox, climb up on it, and reeeeeeee about the evils of futa degeneracy.


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>when you cash in all of your Good Filly Points to have Twilight give you your dick back for a week


filly filly, because filly should filly filly


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Bunch of qts
I want to huff first filly's fluff



Poor filly's gonna have a hard time with hooves



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delet this right now


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I see this as a request for abuse pictures.


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Let's face it, real Twilight would never be abusive. She'd be a loving momfu, albeit a bit neurotic and overbearing sometimes.


Someone needs to watch the pilot episode again. She's casually abusive to Spike all the fucking time.


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At this point, the voices in your head begin to bicker, loudly. Most of them want to appeal to your greater sense of morality. There is a communist loose in Equestria, and if you don't stop her, she's going to team up with the changelings and enforce a soviet-inspired government upon every sapient species on the planet. It is times like these that make you truly question what makes you the Element of Loyalty, or perhaps Bravery. Who are you loyal to, your friends? Your country? What even is your country anymore? Perhaps the only thing that makes the most sense to you about loyalty is that you can't hold it with two conflicting interests; you have to pick a side.

A lone voice stands opposed to the rest, echoing loudly throughout your head. It speaks only two words: "Help her." You're not quite sure whether 'her' should refer to Princess Celestia or to Twilight, but your heart says Twilight. The voice begins to grow louder and louder, and eventually drowns out every other voice. You look Twilight in the eyes, and you realize where your loyalties lie. You have to help her get home.

To do this, you're going to need to convince your remaining four friends. You don't know how much time you have left before Celestia does something to try and stop you, so whatever you say, it has to be completely convincing in as few words as possible. Luckily, you know these ponies. Well, except for Coco. Okay, luckily, you have an ace in the hole - reading every possible future simultaneously to find the exact sentence that convinces your friends to want to return to Earth. You start with Daring, since she's easiest.

"Daring, you miss having a dick and eating meat. And if you stick around here, you're probably going to get arrested again because ponies don't know how to coexist socially with a pony who's antisocial. Between living alone in the woods for the rest of your life and living in a city having to pretend you don't enjoy hunting animals, wouldn't you rather come home and enjoy your hobbies with people who understand you?"

She rolls her eyes and smiles.

>"Alright alright. I think I see your point. Let's skedaddle."

"Blossom. No, Hannah. You are being worked far too hard just to stick around in Equestria, and are being denied a proper childhood in the process. You have family back at home, and I'm sure they miss you just as much as you miss them."

She sighs.

>"I suppose you're right. I do miss my mom and pop. Probably going to miss being able to fly though."

"Lyra. You are a cover artist, and you specialize in a genre of music that you have no access to here in Equestria. Eventually, your memory of the songs you love is going to fade, and you'll have to either compose something new yourself, or start covering pony musicians. I think your talents may be far more suited to a world designed for them."

It takes a few moments for her to process your suggestions, but eventually Lyra shrugs and joins with the rest of your friends. That leaves only one pony… and the hardest.

"Coco… I know you're old. You're scared of death, and Equestria has given you a new life, so to speak. If you return to Earth, you may only have a few years left, and if you stay here, you'll probably have several more decades. But try to think for a moment about what those decades will be like. You'll remember all of your life back on Earth, but it will be forever beyond your reach. So you'll spend decades with regrets over never being able to say goodbye to the people you love. You'll also be spending a lot of time trying to get used to a culture that is relatively alien to you. Your years of wisdom don't really work here. Everyone treats you like a child, but you're smarter than them. And when you finally reach adulthood in this body, you're going to be forever wishing you could be a child again, and complaining that you wasted your childhood years twice. On Earth, you'll at least be able to know that you've lived one life, and lived it to its fullest without regrets. And I think that's what God intended for you, right?"

A tear slowly falls from her eye. You're not quite sure if that speech worked, but a few seconds later, you can see her resolve on her face.

>"Okay, I'm ready. Let's go, before I change my mind."

Celestia looks like she's about to make her own complaint, but it's too late. You have the elements, and you're united in your will. Each of you focuses on a single thought - to go home. Combined with the magic of the elements, that thought turns to power. A blinding flash of light fills the room, and a bright white portal opens up.

<<<"What do you think you're doing?"

"We're blowing this popstand, Princess. Smell you later."

Before she can do anything to stop you, the six of you rush through the portal as fast as your tiny filly bodies will allow. You see another bright flash of light around you, and finally, you all fall down upon what looks like some sort of small park near the intersection of a few roads. The lack of cartoonish color around you suggests that you're clearly not in Equestria anymore. The sight of a Kansas state flag on a pole beneath an American flag, and standing atop a monument stating that you are at the geographic center of the continental United States suggests the previous statement is a bit ironic. However, a couple of unfortunate properties of this turn of events seems to spoil your recent success. Firstly, you and your friends are still ponies. And secondly, not only has the portal behind you disappeared, but the elements seem to have not survived the transfer. They gemstones in each of the necklaces and Twilight's crown all shatter simultaneously as soon as you step hoof on Terra Firma.

Welcome home?


End of Story 1.
Begin Story 1. Y'all Ready for some Filly PiE?



Err… Begin story 2. Ignore my silly typo.


Immediately break down and find some way to off yourself because you've single-handedly doomed all Equus with your selfish actions, as well as screwed over all of your friends that you've met along the way because you decided to listen to an aussie after deciding it was in all of our best interests to nuke australia.
1d100[ 1d100 = 64 ]


meant for >>212703 or whatever puts this roll on the board


Feel immense guilt that you left Equestria to the tender mercies of a communist whilst also taking their first and best line of defense. 1d100[ 1d100 = 28 ]


Also hey, would anyone like to see any changes to the story format when I continue this story in Earth? I'm thinking I'd like to make this stop looking like an awkward cross between prose and a script, and just stick to one or the other.


Don't worry, I gotcha mate.


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Hah, filly got PRANKED.
Oh that Twilight, such a card.


F to pay respects.


This. Very much this. Australia isn't even real, it's a hoax.
1d100[ 1d100 = 60 ]


Filly wants her tubes back, you monster.


Deadass, Diana is about to leave the other fillies to fend for themselves for a minute, march straight up to her house, and expect her family to not just believe that she turned into a cartoon horse, but also be ok with her being one for the rest of her life, and being a pre-teen for the time being. She will not give a single fuck, she'll just be overjoyed that she's actually back home.
She'll turn her husband into an actual horse-fucker the second her body is legal. Her husband probably won't mind doing it if their bond is strong enough, "For better or for worse". And at least one of her kids won't mind having Twilight as their mom.

I am very sorry if I just spoiled the first few posts of your sequel, Reuben. The image sprang to mind, and I just had to post it.



That's cute. You think Diana's going to have an easy time with this all.

Allow me to point out some details of note for you. You have no money, no vehicle, and you look like a bunch of weirdos in the middle of the Bible belt. You are about 90 miles away from the nearest airport, not that you would necessarily be allowed on a plane anyways. Diana has connections, but those connections are really hard to use when you don't even have the same voice as before, and you've been gone for two years.

Oh and did I mention, Filly, that you skipped breakfast and that the rest of your friends are running on donuts? And that once again, you have no money.


Alright, I'd really like to fucking take Reuben's green seriously for once. Can we all band together and promise not to spam shitty memes constantly and actually play? I haven't played in quite a while because it's honestly ruined the experience for me, but I have faith in Reuben as a writer and I have faith in you faggots this time around. We've got a new setting, new opportunities, fresh start. Let's do it right.


Let me clarify that I'm not anti-fun, the copypasta and shit just gets old really fucking fast.


Well shit. 1d100[ 1d100 = 89 ]


Boosting. 1d100[ 1d100 = 4 ]


I totally understand you. All I really want meme-wise is a single dab. Just one dab and I'm good.
Can the rest of you with any intent to meme agree to that too? Just one dab and that's it for the time being?


Wait, did she have her legs cut off?


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>second image
FUCKING goddammit


Twilight Deserves Gas!


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>when you realize where Twilight stuck the second filly's fourth leg


In the trash because she didn't need it?


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