No.213474[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.
Some especially based faggot also recently compiled nearly every filly image ever created, which you can check out here: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1Bff9CRn8VVwgpxT6sU6cottQsQ3svXGI>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: >>207723
I want to give her a bath and watch her fur poof up after drying
That's a neat-lookin' filly
Where'd ya get em'? I'm interested in getting some plushes.
Lucky faggot got the filly in the secret santa event.
Yeah, the Filly was from /mlp/ SS, made by MintyStitch
Twiggles is a 4de I got from an Amazon seller
Anyone else annoyed at how high the water level is?
I'm sure whoever's giving the bath will learn after cleaning up the puddle
Fuck, now that you mention it, ya. That bath could only be comfy if filly practically doesn't move at all, or moves very slowly.
Damm, lucky. And ty for the maker names.
Just let it overflow
I found Naked Drawfag's tumblr.
Go bug him to draw more filly.https://compoundlift.tumblr.com/archive
Twilight's response:>My name's not "myeem".
Ahahahaha, time for the regular CYOA recap.
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>You are Anon, an ex-human.>A little over a month ago, you were spirited away from your home in Texas and woke up in the body of a cute green filly in the middle of Canterlot Castle.>While in Equestria, you managed to meet a few other ex-humans, including Diana, who inhabits the body of a filly version of Twilight Sparkle.>Over the course of several weeks, you managed to rack up a number of interesting adventures, from sneaking away from memory-erasing changelings, to getting stuck in a time loop, to chasing your astral clone through an icy-cold swamp.>Along the way, you've been developing a strange power to see into the future, although you aren't always certain when your prophecies are real, and when they're just dreams.>You've also had a lot of help from your friends, who are now the latest bearers of the Elements of Harmony.
>Or at least you were…>Recently, you traveled to Manehatten and were offered the opportunity to wield the elements.>But as soon as you did, instead of using them to help save Equestria from a changeling army led by an ex soviet soldier turned pony, you instead used them to return to Earth.>And when you finally arrived, you found yourself and your friends were still ponies, and the Elements had shattered into pieces.
You offer Twilight a hug, which she graciously accepts. As you stand together with hooves wrapped around each other's shoulders, you sigh and whisper into her ear, "I know you're angry. I'm angry too, partially at myself. But I think it might be wise of us to get out of here before someone sees a bunch of talking horses."
From this position, you can't really see her face, but you can almost feel her crack a smile. "Alright Anon. Although just give me one last second to vent out the last of my rage. I promise I won't take it out on any of you guys."
Your heart almost seizes up at that suggestion. You're not quite sure what the hell she's going to do, but you hope it doesn't bring any attention to all of you. This fear seems to be realized quickly as the next thing she does is to fire a bright red laser at a metal plaque sitting upon a stone plinth that is supporting a flagpole. The plaque subsequently glows red and partially melts over itself, rendering it unreadable. She then collapses onto the ground.
Panicked, you shake her somewhat weakened body. "Twilight, what did you just do?"
She smiles again. "I just defaced a national survey mark."
"At least it wasn't something actually important."[ 1d100 = 77 ]
Defacing national monuments? Not very patriotic of you, little miss CIA analyst. [ 1d100 = 37 ]
Let's help the poor tired filly up. Now we really
need to leave before someone comes to investigate. [ 1d100 = 50 ]
"Based And Redpilled, Ms CIA."
Grab her under her Arm?
Leg and head for the closest woods[ 1d100 = 85 ]
Twilight didn't buy her a rubber duck to play with?
It's all right, she's got a rubber something she's playing with.
Let's look at Cartman>selfish>racist (has attempted genocide, tried to start a fourth Reich (Passion of the Jew)>mom is a few steps below obsessed with him, takes advantage of her>does retarded shit (Kenny's Ashes, Nascar)>always scamming people (Faith+1, Cash4Gold)>fat (give the filly time)>roleplays as a superhero/wizard, but nobody takes him seriously
He's basically the perfect Anonfilly
Depends on what filly you're basing it off of. If it's ass's filly, yeah. If it's anybody else's, you're going to have a bit of trouble.
That would imply the filly belongs to multiple asses. The filly only belongs to one ass, that of assfaggot.
After a quick search, it turns out that you can use both ass's and ass' for possession.
"That's not very freedom of you" [ 1d100 = 21 ]
Why are you fagets talking about possession and asses?
That's pretty homosexual tbh
N-no uI just wish ASS-sama would update, it's been over a week…
You offer Twilight a hoof and help her up. "Well done, Ms. CIA. Based and red pilled."
She rolls her eyes and shrugs. "Is that some kind of a meme, or did you just really like watching The Matrix?"
"It's… it's a meme. What year did you last leave Earth?"
"2017. Fuck, I wonder what year it is now."
"Hopefully not too far off. Anyways, we need to think up a plan. We have no money, no food, no car, we're in the middle of nowhere, and um… oh right, we're a bunch of talking ponies."
"We could always camp out in the woods."
Twilight stares at you for a moment, wondering how stupid you could possibly be, before using her hoof to point out the scenery around you. Most of the world around you appears to be grass, with a few small roads, and farmhouses spaced very far apart. There are some patches of trees, but you can generally see where those patches begin and end, so it would clearly not make for a decent forest.
"We're not in Equestria anymore, Anon. We're in Kansas. Does it look like there are any woods around here?"
tall grass does better to hide in than fucking pavement, let's get out of here all the same.[ 1d100 = 13 ]
Wh-what's going on in this pic?It'd better not be abuse
You put them in kansas just so you could make that joke, didn't you?
"Well then lets go hide out in a stable" [ 1d100 = 82 ]
And what if it is? What are ya gonna do then?
Is she enslaved in a circus? Is this a prostitution thing?
>>213708It's based off a scene in The Last Unicorn. In the movie it's really only explored as the main character being captured and exhibited in a circus, but since I'm a bit fucked in the head I did sort of imagine darker leanings when I drew it.>>213717
I want to be that filly…
God i wish that were me.
>Thunder rolled over Equestria
>Thick black clouds pumped out of weather machines and spread out by flocks of pegasi
>The night was coming fast and they worked hard to bring the promised rainfall
>Due to shortages this storm had to be massive
>Each swollen black cloud was heavy with rain and sparking with barely controlled lightning
>Winds howled and swept over the land as the storm was whipped up bigger and stronger
>An all encompassing mass that dominated the sky and blotted out Celestia’s fading sun and Luna’s rising moon
>Somewhere in ponyville a purple mare is laying in bed reading a book and trying to ignore the storm outside
>Turning pages and humming to herself as thunder shakes her tree house
>She slowly levitates a cup of tea to her lips sipping lightly and setting it back on its plate without looking away from the book
>The mare was so lost in her book she didn't even hear the hoof steps coming up the stairs to her loft
>She was oblivious to the small green filly now looking up at her, pillow at the young mares hooves
>She was pouting and shaking a little, the storm having startled her from her sleep and now seeking refuge from the older mare
>”Miss Twilight may I please sleep in your bed tonight?”
>Turning another page Twilight Sparkle was in her own little world, the little filly on the edge of it
>Her cries unheard and falling on deaf ears
>Lighting struck somewhere nearby, shaking the house and making the filly squeal and begin to cry as she buried her face in the pillow
>This got Twilights attention
>The terrified cry had caused Twilight to drop her book in fear and quickly look around, her eyes falling on the sobbing filly on the floor
>”ANON, honey oh my Celestia are you alright? I'm so sorry sweetheart I'm here please don't cry shhh hey it's okay. I’m here.”
>Horn flaring, she quickly scooped up the filly in her magic holding the shaking thing close to her chest a hoof now stroking the fillies mane
>This would be anons first thunderstorm since she came to equestria
>The filly tried to speak through gasps for air and more sobs but once more pressed herself to Twilight
>Twilight nuzzled the little filly now a complete mess in her hooves, cooing and humming a lullaby in hopes to calm down the little green sweetheart
>Slowly the sobs turned to whimpers and weak little coughs, body no longer shaking as the feeling of Twilight’s loving hoof and soft muzzle touching her scared form relaxed her once more
>She felt safe in bed with Twilight, warm and snuggled up where the outside world couldn't get to her
>The raging storm outside seemed far away as the lavender scent of Twilight’s fur filled anon’s muzzle
>She loved to be pressed to Twi’s chest, it always smelled so amazing
>”Are you feeling any better hunny?”
>Unable to speak, Anon filly hiccuped and nodded gazing up at the purple mare with red puffy eyes and tear stained face
>Once more Twilight stroked the little fillies cheek bringing a smile to both of their faces
>”Can I sleep here tonight?” Anonfilly squeaked in a weak shaky voice
>”Of course dear, i’m always here for you.” Twilight kissed the fillies nose and pulled the covers up over the both of them
>Anon snuggling tight to Twilight and closing her eyes
>Twilight rested a hoof on Anon giggling softly to herself as she continued to read her book
>The two sharing each others warmth as Anonfilly slipped off to sleep in Twilights hooves
>Be anon the lonely man
>You just woke up in your apartment
>You are all alone
>There is no purple mare there to snuggle you as a thunderstorm rages outside of your place
>Taking a minute to look around you sigh
>The place needed to be cleaned up
>Pizza boxes were stacked up high and dirty clothes lay strewn about the room
>There was no point in cleaning anything, no girl would ever step foot in here
>Laying back down you hug your pillow, burying your face in it as you begin to cry
>Squeezing your eyes tight you swear your pillow almost smells like lavender
The last unicorn is an amazing movie. Weirdbirdtittiestho
Why are you posting old filly lewds, Anon? Why don't you draw some lewd filly yourself?
Old filly lewds can still be enjoyed can't they?
Yeah, but most of us have those saved, and even if we don't they're both on derpi. Please famalam, draw us a lewd filly.
I guess I'll go back to lurking then. I don't have the artistic talent to draw anything but stick figures
Then look at some tutorials if you're not busy. self-improvement is a big part of the mlpol way.
Cute. Although you say there is no purple mare to snuggle against, and you are clearly lying. I mean granted, it's a plushie, but I have a purple mare to cuddle against. She's in my lap right now as I type this.>>213792
I wonder what Alcor's gonna be working on after this comic…
P-post pics anon~
"Well then, let's go hide out in a stable!"
She stares at you yet again like you're some kind of idiot before eventually shrugging and walking over to the rest of your friends.
"Alright, so… first off, I should probably apologize for acting like a complete bitch back there. And second off… we need a plan to get out of this joint. Does anyone have any ideas?"
Your friends mostly twiddle their hooves together, not really sure of the best course of action themselves. Eventually Lyra stands up and tosses up a radical idea, "We could always hitchhike. There's got to be plenty of truckers that pass by here."
Twilight's jaw almost drops. "You are aware we're a bunch of talking ponies, and look like we come from a cartoon show, right? Are you sure it's a good idea to just expose ourselves to people?"
"Are you sure it's entirely a bad idea? I mean, if you saw the real Twilight Sparkle walking around in the middle of the DC area, what exactly would you do? Would your natural reaction be to shoot her or capture her or anything?"
"I'd probably assume I'd been drugged."
"Well what if you actually were on drugs at the time? Would you help your good pal Twilight Sparkle out? I mean fuck, she's right there, she's super cute, and she just wants a ride to the nearest airport."
"That is- okay, I just want you to know that I call not it on providing any sexual favors to truckers who happen to provide us a lift. Although even if we do manage to make it to a bigger city, what the hell are we going to do about money? And where are we even going long term? Much as I really want to go home right now, I'm not certain if Langley is exactly the safest place for me right now."
"We may have to go back there anyway, if the CIA is working on any sort of interdimensional portal, or something cliched like that."[ 1d100 = 53 ]
K. These are my plushies. I've got a few more at place across the state.
Hasbro plushies aren't the best, but they're worth the price.
100 to 0 real fast.
"Ill do the sexual favors."[ 1d100 = 10 ]
Boosting.[ 1d100 = 85 ]
Surely not. You're totally just projecting.
"I, for one, if seeing the real Twilight Sparkle would attempt to restain her and sell her on the internet to some basement dwelling weirdo"
Forgot roll [ 1d100 = 87 ]
Shut the fuck up, Lone15 a cute.
Rewrite it pls, your greens are top tier Brazilnon
Listen to this encouragement. Don't give up on it. Write it later if you have to. You can jot down some bullet points for you to expand out, in case you're worried about forgetting anything.
wtf why my eyes wet now
Wasnt really that great, but for an idea someone made this edit on 4/MMP and I thought it was based af
Attempt two at something
>You are the second Anon to arrive innawoods
>That is to say, the plains of Equestria's soil
>What gave both of these out, you ask? Simple.
>Being in the shadow of the huge green filly with a question mark on her butt
>You take a step back, but Anonfilly recovers faster from the meeting
>And grabbing your shirt with her teeth she throws you on her back before rushing back to the castle
>No longer would she be the only human around
>Finally she'd have someone who would think like her
>Understand her for being a human and not a fucking horse
>And perhaps even be the big/little spoon at night
>Well maybe not the latter
>Fuck these filly thoughts, she thought for herself, you're a grown man
>On the outside all you saw was her running and shaking her head
>You really hope she isnt going to do THAT
>She did it, the absolute mad filly
>After entering the castle she went straight to the library to show you to purple
>This is how its going to be huh?
>After calling to Twilight for a while she couldn't find her
>But all you had to do is look behind to see the purple behemoth staring at you two
>Sure, the filly was slightly taller than you, but you thought she was almost a mare at her size
>But you see that it was wrong, with Twilight easily being over twice her size
>The filly noticed everything being too quiet and finally looked back at you
>Only to see Twilight there as well
>Jumping to turn around, you were flung away from her back to the ground
>A smirk was planted on Twilight's face, as a idea formed on her head
>Refusing to use the spell that made the first Anon into a filly, she said one Anon as a filly was already too much
>Instead, you were now in her care and she shouldn't let any harm come to you
>You wonder what kind of escapades this filly had before for purple to refuse…
>Wait, you were to become something like a pet?!
>You and Anonfilly just give each other an unsure look, not knowing how to proceed past the awkwardness of the situation
So, what kind of shenanigans would these two get into?
well in either side id probably see what kinda shit i could steal without anyone including twilight knowing
and obviously some lewd stuff>>213975
no u faggot
What a faggot
She wants something more than brushing.
I want to brush the filly's chestfluff.
Yeah, for that money you could've wrassled up a starving biochemist and gotten him to start working on a real filly surrogate body for you. Well, maybe the down payment for that…
On the other hand, considering what other people
would buy with that money, having glorified stuffed animals to help with emotions probably isn't the worst.
Though, I'll object if you don't have a fine tailored suit yet. Otherwise how are you going to talk in front of the EU parliament?
"Well I, for one, if seeing the real Twilight Sparkle would attempt to restrain her and sell her on the Internet to some basement dwelling weirdo. And in fact, I think the most opportune time to do that would be right when she just burned through most of her magic defacing a monument."
You whisper those last words directly into Twilight's ears for greater emphasis, which causes her to shiver from just how creepy it sounded. "Oh God Anon, don't even joke about shit like that."
"You say it's a joke, but it's a real possibility to be concerned about. You said it yourself; we're not in Equestria anymore. I might be a good person, but it just takes one nutjob to-"
"Anon, cut your bullshit!" Blossom shouts, cutting you off. You're a little bit stunned by her boldness, but she continues. "There's a lot of bad people out there, but there's a whole lot more good people. When you're a kid, you get told not to talk to strangers, but as you grow older, you come to realize that that's more of a guideline than a rule. Most people aren't the type to just grab a kid and run off with them. Obviously you shouldn't take candy from random creeps and follow them into their van, but you can probably assume that most randos on the bus are just average Joes on their way to work. There's a lot of people who don't want to harm anyone, and I'd think Kansas of all places has got to be filled with good people."
She sounds like she has more to say, but the sound of a pickup truck driving by silences all of you. After it passes, you almost feel relief, until you hear the breaks squeal, and the car stops a ways down the road. It begins to turn around.
"I think you just jinxed us, Hannah." [ 1d100 = 16 ]
Oh shit! Look to see what race they are.[ 1d100 = 62 ]
"Lyra, I hope you know how to teleport and have enough magic to teleport all six of us if Diana's really and completely out of commission."[ 1d100 = 47 ]
then filly wouldn't be a greasy slob
kek, then filly woudn't be filly
Make sure they're not niggers[ 1d100 = 41 ]
Your fillies are cute, but this one looks more like she's wearing an afro than anything. Do you have a tablet, or do you do these all with trackpad?
Hehe, I am trying to play around with her hairstyle.
No, I use my mouse for it. Also, thanks for telling me that they are cute.
It's because she knows that she always gets brushies on anal night.
Watch out, Filly! That tendie's not boneless!
Everyone give Blossom a deadpanned look. Then also mention to the group that, if this guy actually is
a nutjob, the six of them all at once could definitely beat the shit out of 'em. [ 1d100 = 74 ]
"Bet you never got fucked by a horse"
Give a pause and then extend a hoof, presenting the hard battle ready appendage
"One kick and he should be a goner, even if we re fillies"[ 1d100 = 29 ]
Have a look around to see if there's anywhere for you to hide. Quietly but firmly tell the others to hide there if you find anything, and hide there yourself. [ 1d100 = 52 ]
You turn your face to look at Blossom with a deadpanned look. "Really Hannah? You fucking jinxed us."
"Sure I did. As if there wasn't bound to eventually be a truck coming by."
"Whatever. Just be ready for a fight. There's six of us and only one of them."
As soon as you finish the sentence, the truck stops again, right in front of you. You can finally see the driver, who appears to be a black woman in either her late 20s or early 30s. The person in the seat next to her, however, is difficult to see, but they pull off their seatbelt very fast, and come barreling out the door. It's a young girl who appears to be around 7 years old, with skin slightly lighter than that of her mother's, and frizzy strawberry blonde hair.
"Oh my God it's Twilight Sparkle, it's Twilight Sparkle! Mommy mommy look! I told you, it's really her!"
Before you can react, she runs over and practically tackles Twilight in a hug. Almost instinctively, Twilight tries to hug back, only to loosen up somewhat upon realizing how awkward it must be to hug a complete stranger's kid. She shoots a glance over to the older black woman, and mouths the word, "help?"
Rolling not for a decision, but to countermand any and all suggestions involving the use of racial slurs and declarations of gassing for the express purpose of not fucking this situation up any further than it already is. [ 1d100 = 16 ]
This, we need to play it cool and see if we can get anything from this situation to help us. 1488 gets us nowhere while we're still stuck as alien children.
fucking forgot the roll[ 1d100 = 51 ]
There's not enough this for these rolls. If it's above the age rating for the show, then we need to keep it to ourselves. [ 1d100 = 4 ]
Lmao, sup niggerbitch, cute kid you got here, how much you want for her?
"Coalburner" [ 1d100 = 70 ]
Dear lord these rolls are cursed. Let me try something a little different.
Feel an urge swell up inside you to say the N-word
(sorry if I fucked up the spoiler, someone help pls). Move your tongue a if to sound-out the beginning of the first syllable, but nothing comes out. Next comes an urge to say "mulatto". Same as before, your tongue moves to sound the beginning of the first syllable, but you resist, and the urge subsides.
Breathe a sigh of relief that the urges seem to have passed. [ 1d100 = 68 ]
So close, yet so far.
Wave at the adult and ask her if you could all hitch a ride[ 1d100 = 34 ]
>>214212[ 1d100 = 69 ]
Proper roll this time.
Using saved up hue boosters to reroll these >>214202 >>214178[ 1d100 = 50 ]
>>214202 >>214210>>214213 >>214216>69>1 off from tying
These rolls. Cursed I tell you.
Once and for all, BOOST![ 1d100 = 88 ]
im sick and tired of these fucking cyoas killing this thread
RNGesus has spoken!
Roll to be an annoying little shit and break Purple's things[ 1d20 = 13 ]
Shit, in an attempt to break Twilight's stuff, I stumble, fall down from the high place the things were resting and end up breaking my own legs, one of the things I was trying to break eventually topples off and falls on me, smashing into my head and knocking me unconscious.
Rolling to break own legs [ 1d100 = 95 ]
Calm down ponis.
Rolling to might as well have just died. [ 1d100 = 31 ]
Kill the kid, then her mother. It's the only correct choice.[ 1d100 = 61 ]
Roll to ignore all of those harmful tips[ 1d100 = 43 ]
Quickest way to prevent rape is to consent.
filly is for consensual love! what does the Korean text say?
REEEEE, why can't we just have fun filly times!? [ 1d100 = 80 ]
Rolling to have fun times with this filly. [ 1d100 = 77 ]
God fucking dammit…Are you serious about that? What's your price?
100 buckaroos for the poner + 15 for shipping it from Kremlin to Freedom
Now we just wait for someone to rise a LS faggot
Ah, last I recall someone had one in the works. >>214372
Rrrrgh that's super fucking reasonable but I can't right now… hope you find a good home for the little fuck.
Haha, well it's a good thing that filly doesn't have the means to do any serious damage to herself at this moment…haha.R-right?
>>214177>>214190>>214183[ 1d100 = 58 ]
"Ewwww Miscegenation!"Also boosting these
What is this abomination?
You feel almost compelled by the voices in your head to spout as many racial epithets as physically possible, like a Klansman with Tourettes. It's not that you hate these two strangers, it's just that you have an almost supernatural compulsion to say the absolute worst possible thing you can for this scenario. And yet… your willpower is almost supernaturally strong. You keep your lips sealed and sit back to watch cautiously what happens next.
"Mommy, she's so warm and soft. Can we keep her?"
Twilight's muscles seem to tense up at the girl's suggestion, but fortunately, the mother has other ideas in mind.
"Oh hell no, we can't afford a pony, let alone six. What would we even feed her?"
"Steak!" Twilight shouts, earning a surprised look from both of the two humans in front of her. "Cooked medium rare with a side of onions, some portobello mushrooms, and maybe some bearnaise sauce."
"You- you can talk? Jessica, I don't think we should be keeping talking ponies as pets. And I think this one is way out of our price range."
The little girl looks like she's about to cry, so Twilight offers her another hug. As she does, she turns back to the mother to speak to her again.
"I don't think I'd want to be your girl's pet anyways. If you don't mind letting me and my friends ride in the back of your pickup though, we could keep you company until you get to your destination. Right now we're kinda stranded, so to speak."
"Stranded? How'd a bunch of colorful talking ponies end up stranded in… literally the middle of America?"
"It's a long story."
"Well this is gonna be a long ride. We're driving all the way up to Fargo. It's gonna be a 9 hour drive, probably longer if I have to avoid the interstates with you lot in the back. You sure you alright with that?"
Twilight turns her head towards you and the rest of your friends with somewhat pleading eyes.
Yeah sure, we're gonna need a lot of time to not only figure out what we should do, but how we're going to do that. [ 1d100 = 20 ]
Miss CIA has a plan, I say we roll with it. [ 1d100 = 55 ]
Let's go, why not?
Also, we call shotgun[ 1d100 = 92 ]
Nigger [ 1d100 = 99 ]
rolling to block[ 1d100 = 77 ]
Rolling for this to be thought, not spoken. [ 1d100 = 3 ]
Shit i just realised i forgot to do quotation marks, good thing you jinxed it with that trash roll
I swear if an australian screws us over again I'm going to personally go there and shove the pointiest part of an emu up the entire country's collective ass
These fucking rolls. But he may be on to something… >>214416
This seems almost too convenient. Agree to the ride, but keep an eye on them after the sun goes do to see if either of them glow. [ 1d100 = 42 ]
Low-percent counter, go![ 1d100 = 75 ]
Fuck you and fuck your Aussie meme magic. [ 1d100 = 84 ]
Clench your teeth very hard so you won't say anything[ 1d100 = 15 ]
It seems that luck is truly on the side of real shitposters
"… what does it mean I heard others say it. I'm a big filly!" [ 1d100 = 50 ]
"Jigaboos should hang from trees"[ 1d100 = 20 ]
Look, I get that you fuckers don't like cyoas anymore, I'm tired of what they're doing here too, but couldn't we just roll play in the direction Reuben clearly wants the plot to go instead of fucking it up and delaying the end of this story even longer?
All this shitposting is what Ruben clearly wants, otherwise he'd just write the story.
Actually everything besides the CYOA was moved to shitcord.
Why are you fags even here? Shoo, shoo.
Now for the discord defense force that's sure to come, just be aware that even Derpibooru had the filly images before the thread this time, most likely being first posted in the discord as well. Discussion also has long been moved there, not even ideas are posted in the thread anymore. What reason is there for this thread to exist if everyone just goes there? The CYOA? Heck just code a bot to take in all suggestions or roll a dice, if thats the only reason you come here, keeps you in your safe space instead of opening this extra tab, which you either consciously or unconsciously left to die.
Now, just tell me, how many of you faggots who browse this thread and most likely no other thread in the site
are not on the discord? Everything is there isn't it? So be a dear and go be a namefag on your shitty server.
Thanks and Fuck off.
>Image 1 = me ever since the move>Kicked from home>Hugbox server but thread is okay>Mostly, it sorta became a fetish general, but still holds true to the concept>Server is becoming even more hugboxy and stealing stuff from thread>Leave for a pure experience, seeing how things are changing for the worse and warn in thread>Get a "fuck you, the discord is fine" instead>Everything just keeps tumbling down, going full fetish mode>No longer Anon fights to be human, this is a filly who forgot who she once was>But not only that, everything is dead on the thread with glimpses of what goes on in the discord>Besides the CYOA and a few scattered greens…or are they?
Really, just go.
Cool story bro.
Thread got kicked from home because it was a fetish general. nothing really changed since.
The discord has become a community of friends with a shared interest, we have movie/game nights and DnD sessions, and even a couple of relationships developed between users. Not everything is filly related. And not everyone on the server lurked the threads to begin with, so it has helped more people learn and indulge in filly.
I'd also argue that the amount of non-filly in the server has allowed for greater inspiration into filly content, keeping things fresh, whereas before the purge everything was getting painfully stale and repetitive.
I only come to the thread. A separate socializing solution is poison to a community, in my opinion, as all conversation inevitably migrates to that other platform and off of the original location. Once the conversation has moved, then the content starts moving to that other platform, reasoning that there are more consumers for the content there. Thus, the original location slowly withers. The stigma of 'I don't like the original place, because it's slow' grows, only making the problem worse.
The only time it would likely work out is if the community was FUCKHUGE. If it isn't, one location or the other will suffer. Divisions will
grow between the two halves, even if originally such things weren't intended by either side.
I've seen it happen many times. It makes me sad.
He says, but look at this thread and tell me, what do you see? Maybe someone who wasn't there would have believed you, but before it was it was anything but stale, unlike THIS, and if you want repetitive, well, it has only gotten worse, with even less memes being repeated since no one there browses the thread anyway, right? Why should they if everything moved out?
Heck, what prompt or new green did we get in the last threads <here>? Yes, there was one about washing machines, pick another
>It always been a fetish general
Perhaps to you, but not for me, just an AiE with a curious quirk, but can't say the same now as a whole with how it progressed
>"…we have movie/game nights and DnD sessions, and even a couple of relationships developed between users."
And how does that matters for the point exactly? It could happen in any server or circle of friends, not because its was specifically in X server>>214491
Discord has been a poison to the thread even before the move, was supposed to be a transitory place but some fillies got high on the drug and now here we are
The second part probably just didnt happen because of the CYOA i'd bet, since it gave a purpose for here, but even then this place is a zombie of its former self thanks to that oh so great place
But honestly, I can't really get myself to care anymore. The poison, as you've put, has gone for too long, if you guys want your instant recognition through a namefaging hugbox then so be it, just let the thread to die in peace.
Y'all just need to take off your tinfoil hat tbh. Join T H E P I L E
I should probably point out here that the way my rules work is that while the top roll will always be performed, I reserve the right to combine the top roll with any number of other responses so long as there isn't an explicit contradiction. So given that your command was simply the word "nigger" without context, other commands to further describe that context are fair game.>>214481
It's not so much that I want shitposting. Rather, I just want a CYOA story. You are in control of your own destiny, just not the world around you. I've never been that great at writing, but I'm an alright GM when it comes to tabletop roleplaying games, which is the inspiration I use when designing these stories.>>214485
Please fuck off. I rather like having a thread. It would be better to convince people on Discord to post their content in the thread than it would to move what remains in the thread to Discord. There is no benefit to moving creative content to a private chatroom.
Did someone say T H E
P I L E?Only if no homo though>>214503>Implying I wouldn't prefer the thread as well
Go for it and good luck trying to get them out of their hugbox, maybe you'll have better luck at it than from when Lone tried
As of now, the thread has no purpose to exist besides the CYOA and the occasional greentext since everything else has moved away>>214502
This definitely should be the new fuck off/kys filly
>>214485>whining instead of making anything better
of course, and where are you to say any of this to the server?
if the hugbox moved from the server to here then you'd be bitching about that.
on top of the content it makes it's the only fucking thing we've got aside from fishing -that (You)'ve likely never helped with- to bring in new anons, and we'd likely be a lot worse off if it wasn't still here.
i don't fucking like how the thread's slowed either, but crying about it instead of doing anything productive doesn't help anybody
To be fair shit has been attempted, Lone tried to do something a few months ago but was quickly shot down by one fag making the whole issue personal and flooding the thread with angry posts.
I don't remember Lone doing anything to prevent that from becoming a counterproductive shitstorm
The way I saw it, both of them were at fault
I'm not on the Discord, and I browse other threads on this site. What now, nigger?
For a moment it looked like it said "Even if she's almost 50" instead of 30. Might actually work even better if the number really was 50.
It isn't 50? I've always read it as that.
Nope. If you zoom it, you can see that it's actually only 30.
Huh, quality is kinda bad so I've never been able to tell. Intergasting.
I read it that way at first too and thought it was a Chris-chan meme
>be Twilight Sparkle
>ruler of Equestria, headmare of the School of Friendship, and hero of a seemingly bygone age
>but all of that pales in comparison to having to take care of your 50 year old "filly" who still lives at home
>and needs someone to do her laundry
>and clean her room
>and make her meals, which consist mostly of chicken tenders (dinosaur shaped on Saturdays), Hayritos, and Crystal Mountain Dew
>and you don't even want to know why Delta Company has been going out of their way to avoid her wing of the castle and can't make eye contact with you anymore
>this must have been what it was like for Celestia with Blueblood
The voices return, and they will not relent. Nigger. Coal burner. Porch monkey. Every possible word you shouldn't say in this situation is running through your head faster than a jiggaboo on the run from the law. There it is again! There's no end to it. You need to say it, just once. All of the suffering will be over if you can just call a black child a nigger to its face.
"Nn- nih-" You are fighting back the words as they try to escape your lips. Twilight gives you a slightly concerned look as you appear to choke on your own speech.
"Something wrong, Anon?"
"Nig-" You begin to sweat bullets. This is inevitable.
"Anon, what are you trying to say?"
"Nicker! It's… it's a horse thing. It's what you call it when a horse does a sort of soft whinny, and it's kind of ironic that this word suddenly popped in front of my head because we're surrounded by a bunch of…"
You hold your hooves over your mouth and start to hyperventilate. Not now. Any time but now, when you need these people the most. Your heart starts to race incredibly fast, and everything around you begins to feel incredibly hot. You could almost pass out at any minute. Your eyes start to well up with tears. Why can't you just say it once? You can barely hear anything except for your own thoughts and… is someone casting a spell?
You look up. There appears to be a mostly colorless bubble surrounding you. Lyra is mouthing some words at you, but you can't hear what she's saying. Did she put you in a soundproof bubble? You point to your ears, but she simply shakes her head and pretends to scream, then points to you. Does she want you to try to scream? Here goes nothing, you suppose…
You scream as loud and as long as you can until you feel as though you'll run out of oxygen, and then suddenly collapse…
And wake up in the back of a pickup truck with the rest of your friends, still inside a bubble. Clearly your hosts must not have heard you. As soon as you wake up, you see Lyra with a pad of sketch paper and a crayon. It must have been Jessica's. She writes a message on it and passes it to you. It reads, "What happened back there?"
"first tell us what happened after we passed out."[ 1d100 = 37 ]
Write "niggers happened" [ 1d100 = 79 ]
denying[ 1d100 = 53 ]
"The voices"[ 1d100 = 87 ]
Get Twilight to magically gag us until the voices stop making retard choices. [ 1d100 = 62 ]
boosting[ 1d100 = 52 ]
Scream: "I'm an Alabama Zigger and I wanna be free" before jumping out the back of the moving vehicle.[ 1d100 = 12 ]
Alright, B O O S T I N G[ 1d100 = 4 ]
Wow, now I expect great things from you, mah filly.
I really hope that spellplot saver
that Twilight cast on Anon is still working.
Check to see if the spell Twilight cast on you is still working using this post. [ 1d100 = 63 ]
"Just had to get something off my chest there. What's the plan?" [ 1d100 = 87 ]
87 is apparently the number of the day.
For what purpose?
You're listening to KFAG Filly Radio. All of the hits to annoy that purple someone in your life and remind you of home.
That's a bad kitty God damn it.
I know that "my name isn't myeem" is from the episode where Cartman sends himself to a foster home, and the strict agnostic woman gets annoyed at how he says "mom" in a whiny voice
Great episode. I assume "kitty" is Kenny
Sweet did you do that or di you find it?
I guess that you did it since what are the odds for the other possibility?
Anyway, nice work. Is it hard to learn graffiti?
Anybody with artistic talent can do graffiti, but it takes a bit of balls considering you can be arrested. The hardest part is not fucking up what you're trying to do with the spray cans, but generally it's the same principles as any other drawing. Just make sure to grab a gas mask, respirator or at least a towel to put over your nose and mouth, it's never good to be breathing any of that stuff in.
You take the crayon and try your best at mouth-writing an answer on the paper, silently wishing that you had opposable thumbs, and thinking about how difficult Earth will be for you in a pony body. Okay, probably about as hard as Equestria in terms of manipulating things. Nonetheless, you manage to write out "the voices" on the paper and pass it back to her.
She looks a little bit confused when she reads it, and you realize how relatively little you've interacted with her compared to Twilight and Blossom, so she likely doesn't know about the voices in your head. Actually, you can't remember too well how much Twilight knows about them. You first mentioned the voices back in a time that was technically erased from your memory and then forced back into your head through her magic. You're not even sure how much of that is even real when you think about it.
The notepad and crayon are back in your hooves with a new message, "Care to explain?" You shake your head as you write your response, "Long story. Let's just say I feel like I've had a weight lifted off of my chest. You might want to keep the bubble up for the rest of the ride though, just in case. In the mean time, what's the plan?"
Lyra scratches her head with her hoof a bit and starts talking to Twilight. You can't tell the exact words though, since her soundproofing spell seems pretty decent. After a few minutes of talking, Twilight takes the paper from Lyra and starts scrawling out a message:
. . .
1. Get to Fargo.
2. Expose our existence to as many people as possible to keep the government from being able to cover us up.
In all seriousness, I'm stuck on the part where I have no idea what our story should be. Should we even mention the fact that we're a couple of transformed humans? I really, REALLY would like to get back to my old life, but I don't know if that's even possible.
Honestly, I'm a bit torn. Any thoughts?
. . .
Are there any good anon filly as an adult stories? I can see equestrian society transforming her into a passive aggressive, bitchy, middle aged mare. Being raised as a filly in a place where there is a no tolerance policy on the usual swearing and sarcastic banter eventually crushes anon into a bitter adult. Resentment about her lost life and her former male behavior patterns make her irritable and overbearing.
I don't think we can trust this black woman. On three, I need all of you to very carefully jump the fuck out of the back of this truck with me.[ 1d100 = 66 ]
Pretty fucking hard to give thoughts with a goddamn bubble in the way ffs. This is a time of great stress and these fuckers are robbing you of comforting touch with your friends. Keep talking until they get the message and drop the bubble for you to tell them the plan is good. Then commence friendly cuddles with coco as you get settled for the journey ahead. [ 1d100 = 67 ]
Do not take the bubble down unless we're being muted. [ 1d100 = 96 ]
Flap your gums without saying anything important until the bubble gets dropped, then speak.
"It's apparent that using the elements to bring us directly back to earth was an imperfect solution. We may have been able to circumvent whatever potential reason we were brought to Equestria the way we were, but for how long? And who knows what kind of consequences are brewing the longer we stay here as is. Not just with us being magical talking horses on earth, but back in Equestria, and on an inter-dimensional scale too. Forget getting back to the lives we knew, just as horses. We could well and truly be fucked in a way we can't even imagine if we don't somehow get back to Equestria. Not to mention the effect it could have on others, or even entire planes of existence if we're unlucky enough."Use however much of that you want.
Request to be gagged so that nothing retarded can be channeled through you by the voices. [ 1d100 = 48 ]
Oh boy… more filly porn.
I'm so happy to see this artist doing more of the same exact shit.
Not even becoming the filly could stop Anon from being gay for Braeburn.>>214710
Different Anon here, how about a battle between a green blepfilly and an orange mlemfilly?
>>214711>battered wife syndrome
I love greens with this, wish there were more.
Oh yeah, would've been nice if you had paid attention to any
of the ideas I've posted in the past that have gone undrawn.
But yeah, I'll bite.
Why don't you draw filly camping out in the middle of the mountains alone?
Bonus points for an actual background of mountains.
Nuke Australia[ 1d100 = 75 ]
We're an Anonfilly. Obviously some autist on a Mongolian political horsewhispering forum somewhere on the Internet is going to find out that we were not actually born as pones. Might as well mention that we weren't when we take the stereotypical "post videos across every social networking site in existence" move. We should also bring those of our party who aren't in the know in the know that we've got voices in our head that use numerical Ouija to influence our actions without, you know, breaking the space-time continuum in the process. [ 1d100 = 34 ]
Very nice. This intense battle shall be chronicled for the many generations to come.
Pokemon HUD when?
I imagine each color of filly has their own special tongue move. Green is "Blep", Orange is "Mlem", Blue is "Pbbt", and I'm still working on the others.
[Muffled REEEing in the distance]
nah, kitty's just his cat
something something teal, something something reee
You think for a moment about the best course of action, but nothing seems to come up, at least not immediately. The paper and crayon are still within your grasp, however, so you scrawl out a bit of a joke, "So I've got an idea, how about we jump out the back of the truck on the count of three? If we die, great! We don't have to deal with this anymore. If we live, I say we look for an abandoned nuclear silo and nuke Australia."
Twilight looks like she's giggling as she reads your suggestion, and quickly writes out a witty response. "So are those voices in your head Australian?"
You nod, and so she writes out another response. "How about we get you some anti-psychotics? Having a panic attack after trying to hold yourself back from shouting out a racial slur (yes I know what you were trying to say, thank God Lyra had a silence spell), and wanting to jump out of the back of a pickup truck are not exactly things a sane person would do.
Ha! Says the pony who was screaming bloody murder at everyone around her just a few minutes ago. Or, well, maybe not a few minutes ago. You don't really recognize the fields around you, so you might be out of Kansas already. Is this Nebraska? Or have you traveled even farther? Has anyone noticed you on the highways yet, or have you been ignoring the main roads? The road you're on seems to only have two lanes, and cars rarely pass you, so maybe you haven't been exposed yet.
This gets you thinking a bit more about what to do next. You grab the paper once more and start writing. "Pills aren't going to do a damn thing, although if I tell you why, I'm going to break the spacetime continuum in the process. No that's not me being crazy, you already know I've time looped once. Though I'm not in any mood to try and do that again, we probably should try and find our way back to Equestria if at all possible. I've got a bad feeling that something really fucked up is going to happen back there, and if we don't save them, it's going to bite us over here. As for what our story should be in the mean time… tell the truth I guess? It's far-fetched, but so's being a bunch of talking horses. Besides, some autist online will probably realize we aren't the real versions of ourselves pretty quickly."
Twilight takes her time reading through your note, and as she reaches the end of it, rummages through some items behind her to find a small bag. Upon closer inspection, it is the very saddlebag she left Ponyville with. She produces from it the shattered remains of the Elements of Harmony, which you suppose she picked up before she left. She then scribbles out one final note on the paper, "Pretty sure there's no going back, Anon."
"Either we find a way back or I'm making us all ritualistically commit suicide to hopefully spare Equestria some of the horrors that our decision has inflicted on it."[ 1d100 = 67 ]
Looks like we're in the Disny's Marvel's The Avengers: Endgame™ now. [roll 1d100]
If we hadn't passed out, we could have triggered another time loop and avoided all of this. [ 1d100 = 66 ]
That's fucking amazing. Saved forever.
Stick your head through the bubble and talk like a normal person [ 1d100 = 51 ]
Why do i only get god-tier rolls on memes?
We're going to need a lot
of glue. [ 1d100 = 71 ]
The curse and blessing of Straya.
"We made it there and back once. The impossible has happened to us all, and we achieved the improbable by using the elements to leap-what I can only assume was-dimensions, to a place that drained and shattered them upon arrival. You and Lyra were still able to use magic. Maybe magic exists here, too. Maybe there are magic relics on earth we can use? Or hush hush fields of science brushing against the supernatural? All of this is…a lot to think about. And it's not even the most pertinent issue. But I think it deserves to at least be prominent on the back burner." [ 1d100 = 65 ]Wtf is with my using two similar but different words that sounds similar?
I didn't even notice it in the last two sentences until I read it back, and thought about it.
Alright, somebody mentioned earlier in the thread that there weren't enough new filly green concepts, so I figured I'd start you all off with one that should be able to last a while.
Step 1: go to inspirobot.me
Step 2: click through generating quotes until you get one that accurately portrays the vulnerability/sadness/suicidal tendencies/whatever you feel like writing for filly. (Those are the most likely things you'll get from it, but if you generate enough quotes you might get something a bit happier.)
Step 3: write a short green based on that quote.
>You know you shouldn't be, but you are.
>You look down at your back leg, compound fracture having mangled part of it into oblivion.
>Tears run down your muzzle, but you're still laughing.
>It will be night soon.
>You told nopony where you were going.
>You didn't leave any breadcrumbs except for what are now likely long faded hoofprints in the snow.
>You're cold, and the blood on your leg doesn't help matters.
>You'll be dead by morning if you don't at least try.
>In the Everfree, either the blizzards of uncontrolled weather patterns will turn you into a fillysicle, or a Timberwolf will make you a fast meal.
>You're still laughing.
>Bracing yourself and laughing even louder, you try to push yourself up with your three good legs.
>What sick irony, after all this time you've wished to be the filly and you're dead in the water a month after showing up at Twilight's door.
>Of course she already had enough to deal with, so you were left in the care of the gruff woman at the Orphanage.
>You were bullied mercilessly there for your little autistic mannerisms, panicking you would try to find a way to hide your black eyes.
>If the mare noticed, they would get in trouble.
>If they got in trouble, it was an even harder beating.
>You continue to shakily take steps, your incessant laughter down to a low chuckle in case anything is stalking you already.
>You had to get away, get away from it all.
>Now you're crawling back to town, a failure.
>You don't know why you thought you could live in the Everfree.
>It was stupid.
>You laugh at yourself.
>It's drowned out by the rest of your laughter.
>You're making good progress, if you're lucky you might survive long enough to be put down.
>You know a fracture like this won't heal well with horsey bones, you'll be crippled for life even if you survive.
>The thought can't hold back your laughter.
>You can nearly see the entrance to the forest now.
>The knife still hangs in your mind, two deep cuts and a chance at paradise.
>With how horribly funny your life was, you were willing to take your chances.
>You navigate streets and alleys, ponies absent from them in their homes; probably getting ready for bed.
>That's fine, there's only one door you want.
>You've lost a lot of blood, and in your delirium you knock on the castle door before falling to the ground.
>The sound goes unheard through massive amounts of crystal.
>You knock again, harder.
>Spike opens it.
>He looks down at you and immediately rushes to get Twilight.
>You continue to giggle as your eyes begin to feel heavy.
>"She's stable, come on in."
>You look around you to find a hospital room, walls decorated with little birds and butterflies.
Your forelegs rest on top of thin sheets, peppered with fluid drips while your back leg sits in a splint with many pins.
>You look up at the intruder.
"Hi Ms. Sparkle."
>"You just can't get enough of me, can you?"
>That prompts a small laugh from the both of you.
>You get right down to business after that.
"So, did you come here to pull the plug?"
>"Celestia no. We haven't had to put down a pony with a fracture like yours in over fifteen years."
>You sigh in relief.
>Your ears then droop.
"Will… will I be crippled for life?"
>She winces a bit at that one.
>"Yes, you'll probably never be able to walk quite the same way again from what I've heard."
>You sniffle at that, eyes threatening to break open with tears.
"But there's still a chance I'll recover?"
>"A small one, but yes. A chance."
>"I'll see if I can get another blanket."
"No, I want you…"
>She laughs at that a bit.
>"I have a lot of work to do, little filly. Maybe another day."
>She exits without another word.
>You don't get your second blanket and the night is cold.
>You pull one of your two pillows close to you and hug it like it's another person or a pony.
>It doesn't do much for you.
>The waterworks flow as the laughter ends and you start to drift off to sleep.
>You were everybody's joke the whole time.
>>214768>filly butt>0 calories
yes, little filly?
man i wish i could draw decently like that
>>214792>no /comfy/ ending
Why hasn't there been an Engie Filly, yet? We've been doing things wrong this entire time!
I've been spamming new filly pictures to derpi for a little while now, anybody else want to trigger some derpiniggers and help with the effort?
Erectin' a filly! Not in that way, weirdo.
Engiefilly, enact CHATROOM MARSHALL LAW!
2cute4meI-Is that a roomba with some stuff taped on it in front of her?
Now the question: would Orange Filly by an enemy Spy sapping Green Filly's sentry, or a friendly Pybro to protecc Green Filly's sentry?
This will show them for calling me "blue"
Can we get an F for sentry?
You fixed it and still forgot the fucking tail.
Looks more like in the position
All of these TF2 fillies are great!and they're also making me want to play more TF2 right now even though I don't have time
Love all this art
Sorry I've been dead, computer broke and I can't access my stuff (I'm phoneposting right now). Should be back from the manufacturer in a week hopefully.
Shit famalam, what kind of computer from hell are you running? What is this, two times it's broken down on you?
Oh yeah, and um… not to be an attention whore or something, but I made something for you a while back. Did you not see it?
Having to talk through writing is starting to get annoying. Just for a second, you'd like to be able to speak naturally. You move your head forward a bit, in hopes that you can stick your head out the bubble, but unfortunately, you only succeed in moving the bubble slightly. Naturally, the bubble can't be fixed in one place, or else it would fly off while in a moving vehicle. Hell, it would fly off just because you're sitting on a giant ball that spins at 1000 miles an hour because there's no one to lift the sun up every morning. In this state, you don't feel like you could write much more, so you mouth the words, "I wish I could talk to you." It's not like anyone could hear them, so you don't even try to voice them.
Twilight rolls her eyes and flashes you a smile just before climbing into the bubble with you. Admittedly, the bubble wasn't too small, but the rest of your friends were all sitting on the opposite end of the truck from you, and it had somehow never occurred to you the exact mechanics of how the bubble works.
"Was wondering how long it was going to take for you to try to move the bubble."
"Twilight, I…" You struggle to think about what you want to say, but the first thing to come to mind is, "I think we're gonna need a lot of glue."
"The elements. Maybe we could fix them? Or, barring that, since you and Lyra can still use magic, maybe we could find some other way to get back? Maybe Earth has magic too? Hell, maybe the CIA's been suppressing some supernatural science of their own?"
"If they have, I haven't heard of it. And I probably won't ever hear of it, because I can't exactly get my old job back as a pony. Or maybe I will, I dunno. I could always try and re-apply or something. Would that be crazy, trying to get a security clearance as a pony?"
I think if there was ever a job that would be easy to get as a pony on Earth, it would be with the CIA. [ 1d100 = 22 ]
Well, it looks like the situation over at our former home might actually improve somewhat (still wouldn't count on it, only time will tell)
, but our thread's still barred from returning for the time being.
That being said, happy birthday /mlpol/!
Uh, I hate to break it to you all, but…>>214943
>>214944That other post was also me, silly filly!
say "but our thread's still barred from returning for the time being" in my post here.
Ah, so I'm just an illiterate retard. Gladd that's been confirmed for me.
This was a my new computer I bought 9 months ago. At least it's under warranty.
What did you make?
Glad to hear it's under warranty at least.https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1P6NIlbdm-tboov1G5ZTQQ1rkdpKKmSuH
here are the frames if you want to mess around with it when you get your pc back.
"Anon, you could too draw at least as good as me if you just practice more!" the little filly shouted.>If it had been any other you would have just sighed and rolled your eyes. >This filly's antics were just too precious. >You couldn't help but to let ouf a, "D'awww," at the sight of her being "angery" with you.>But you stopp doing that when you saw that she was still frowning at you.>You shook your head but you still got a pleased smile on your lips.
"Look," you said, "I know I can get better with practice. I am just saying you really got talent for it.">The little filly wasn't satisfied with your answer it seemed as she was still pouting.
"You could be talented as well. You never know until you tired! You shouldn't be so hard on yourself!" she said in a whiny tone.>What she, forced you to stifle a giggle. >Which she was not happy about. >You reach down and ruffle her mane with one hand.
"I will have you know, that I have tried before and I know talent when I see one," you said as she leaned into your hand with her head.
"You are talented too, Anon," she mubled towards the ground.
"Yes, but not in drawing."
She shook free from your hand and look you straight in the eyes.
"No, we are talented at different things and that is okay. You don't have to be all dramtic over something as simple as ponies being different." >She looked away for a moment before whispering.
"That's why I don't want you think that you aren't talented. Unlike us ponies, who have cutie marks, which tells us our special talents, you don't have that.">She embraced your legs and looked up at you with a sad look.>You scratched the back of your head.She actually pities me
, you thought. This filly.
"Aww, my liittle sugar. You don't have to worry about me. I will be fine. I ain't sad about that so neither should you be."
"You promise?" >You hunched down to her level and did the whole pinkie promise with her.
"Do you believe me now? I am not sad, okay?">You pulled her into your lap and took her into a tight embrace.>She snuggled up against your neck. >The hairs from her mane tickled underneath your chin.>You feelt her breathing against your ear.
"I just don't want you to know that I think you are amazing Anon and I love you," she whispered softly in your ear.
"Thank you little filly that means a lot to me," you said. >Then you tipped backward and laid there with the filly in your arms as both of you soon fell asleep.
Thanks for the comfy green, Sven. Gave me a good heart attack.
Thanks.>Gave me a good heart attack
Hehe, ever since I discovered this video I have wanted to have a reason to post it, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NxuRpppmIs
R O B O F I L L Y M A K E S N O M I S T A K E S
I still don't get why anonfilly is banned over there
What the fuck was the official reason again?
The official reason is that it was pedophilia, so it violated US law.
Real reason, is that there is one mod who just hate Anonfilly.
Guy even bragged about it and managing to get us banned on janitor's discord.
So literally just because Hiromoot don't give a shit about what his minions do.
You look Twilight straight in the eyes with as serious a face as you can muster. "Twilight, if there was ever a job that would be easy to get as a pony on Earth, it would be with the CIA."
She pauses for a moment and puts a hoof to her chin, and then slowly smiles. "You know what, Anon? You're right. I have intimate knowledge of the governmental and military structure of a kingdom on another planet, and I'm the only person on Earth with this level of expertise. I could sell myself as a consultant"
"Uh… not to burst your bubble there, Twilight, but since we're literally from the world of My Little Pony, wouldn't they just be able to ask Hasbro?"
Her smile widens. "Now when has the government ever been known for doing things efficiently. The very fact that I'm here and not there means there's just enough of a difference in narrative that the government will pay top dollar to hear things - literally - straight from the horse's mouth."
"Twilight, it's minds like yours that make me glad I got paid so little that I never owed any taxes."
"Yeah, well if you play your cards right, that won't necessarily be the case, now will it? Got any plans now that you've got basically a new shot at life? Well, sort of."
You suddenly realize how quickly the CIA psycho-analyst has changed the subject from returning to Equestria to future plans here on Earth.
"Don't go thinking that we're done with Equestria for good, otherwise we might as well all just kill ourselves and call gg's all around."[ 1d100 = 23 ]
Thanks to Ashcroft v Free Speech Coalition, fictitious depictions of a pedophilic nature (i.e. no actual children involved) are constitutionally protected speech.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashcroft_v._Free_Speech_Coalition#Opinion
There's a reason why loli is permitted on 4chan's /b/. No US laws are actually broken.
Time to see if we can still see the future, we can sell ourselves to the CIA as a predictive engine and abuse our future sight to take control. [ 1d100 = 22 ]>>215121
Yes, however, everyone knows that the mods are a higher class of user and know better than us lowly anons.
Boosting[ 1d100 = 57 ]
All the time
It's too little too late, really, board quality has been fucking demolished by shitposting, nonsensical bans and the ever declining integrity of the show. There is no recovery for them, and it should serve as a reminder of what happens when you try to stifle and control content.
Man they sure are gay. I don't understand even why diaper and shit like that are banned. I thought this was the notorious 4chan. Can't threads like that exist but just be ignored? Not that i want anything to do with them but i don't understand.
And what is up this attack against low effort LARPs. Sometimes one just want to shitpost in an unserious LARP thread or am I wrong?
This is adorable.
Although I doubt many Anons would reject momfu hugs, no matter how tight.
Well at least now the Anonfilly ban is codified in writing. For the longest time, while it was banned, there were no board rules explicitly stating it was banned, nor any stickies clarifying it.
F-fuck 4chan, r-right?I miss the days when content flowed like amber waves of grain…
Twilight has imparted her love of Hayburgers onto that filly.
Hey, speaking of burgers…
Filly should be starting to get hungry soon in that pickup truck. Will she be stopping for lunch? What will she eat for her first meal back on Earth?
Filly's gonna need a big ass truck stop burger with the works. [ 1d100 = 48 ]
Note that Ya Es Hora isn't listed, despite actually sharing real life child porn.
Again, you look Twilight in the eyes, and make sure she is looking back at yours. She seems a little confused, but you push back on your earlier point. "Don't think we're done with Equestria for good. We still have to go back and save them. Otherwise, we might as well just kill ourselves for all the doom we've brought to the universe."
She rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed by this matter. "Fine. If we find a way back, I'll go back willingly and curb stomp that communist once and for all. I'm not going to kill myself if we don't succeed in returning though. And I don't want you talking about suicide with the others. Lord knows Blossom's still at an impressionable age."
"Hrm…" After a bit of thinking, you spit on your hoof and offer it forward. "Shake on it, Twi. Swear you'll help Equestria to the best of your ability."
"Fine." She spits on her hoof and gives you the grossest hoofshake you have ever done before (and now that you think about it, the only one).
"So…" With the awkward tension still lingering around, you look to see if there's anything around to change the subject. You begin to notice that the volume of cars around you has increased recently, as well as signs of real civilization. To the side of the road, you see a sign of interest:
. . .
Home of the
Nebraska State Fair
. . .
Twilight seems to notice the same sign as you and starts to smile again. "Think we could convince them to stop for lunch?"
You shrug. "Hopefully, I'm fucking starving. I want a truck stop burger with the works."
"Ha! I knew I'd get you back to eating meat. I don't know why you'd associate 'truck stop' with 'good food', but it's a start."
>>214671>Are there any good anon filly as an adult stories?>4 days with no response
there's your answer!
there are none
>>215176>Cutie mark composed of autism puzzle pieces.
I like this concept and design.
what better way to get back to eating meat than grabbing the messiest, greasiest fuckin slab of meat possible?
fuck my filly heart, it should get acquainted to some damned fine American cuisine![ 1d100 = 45 ]
Make sure you get plenty of lettuce and whatever other veggies come with the burger. Should help your stomach, and keep you sated longer to boot. [ 1d100 = 48 ]
I was wondering what was up with that cutie mark
I got (You), fam.
>Time in location
>The one on the side of a mountain.
>The guards were trundling around as usual.
>I was sure there was a bunch of clanking and shouting of orders, but they were far enough below me that I couldn't hear a thing as I watched them from atop a cloud.
>The temptation to try and hock a loogie onto one of them was pretty high.
>As I debated on whether to indulge in that delinquency, my peripheral vision started screaming for attention.
>Turning my head, I saw a trail of colors lancing through the sky.
>It seemed to have started in Ponyville and was making a direct line toward Canterlot, popping a few clouds en route.
"Huh. Guess Bluefast has some kind of business here."
>In mere moments, the vast distance was covered. The trail squiggled about over the city for a moment before pausing.
>There was another line directly toward the castle. I could see her pause for a moment above the gates, head darting this way and that.
"Huh. Royal business, maybe?"
>Her head swiveled upward eventually, and her eyes locked directly on me.
>Suddenly, she began heading right for me.
>I started clambering to get off the cloud, but in an explosion of water vapor, blue, and rainbows, the speedster plowed right through my cloud and into me.
>We sailed through the air until we came to a halt by digging a trench into another cloud.
>Thank goodness for being so durable.
>As my senses stopped rattling, I realized I was being clutched tightly into Rainbow's chest.
>I heard a slight sniffle and I looked up.
>I got another tight squeeze before she held me out at arm's… er… forehoof's? length.
>Her eyes were trembling and looked just short of breaking into waterfalls of tears.
>"I thought you disappeared forever! Without even getting to say anything!"
>Her rough voice was uncharacteristically emotional.
>I was yanked back into another hug big enough to make an earth pony think it was 'a bit tight'.
>"Don't ever disappear like that again, Anon!"
>With a slight smile, I patted reassuringly with a hoof, since I couldn't exactly hug back all that well at this size.
>Eventually, she had her fill and let me go.
>I gave her a smile.
>She returned it for a moment before it fell into an angry pout.
>"You didn't even write, you jerk!"
>She slugged me in the shoulder.
"Agh! Hey! I was a bit busy! …and those pencils taste terrible. And I can barely even write again."
>She kept her pout, giving a horsey little snort.
"… Yeah, I probably should've gotten word. Sorry. It's just… weird, you know? Really really weird."
>Her pout finally let up and she ruffled my mane as she gave a shit-eating grin.
>"Yeah, I guess it is. But hey! At least you make a cute filly!"
"Hey! Fuck you, I'm not cute!"
>I flailed my hooves in an attempt to dissuade mane ruffles, only resulting in laughter.
"How'd you find out, anyways?"
>"Fluttershy let it slip when reading an article about Celestia's daughter."
"Sweet girl, but she can't keep a secret all that well, huh? At least she's quiet."
>Rainbow nods in agreement.
>"So… why are you a little filly, anyways?"
"Twilight tried to be helpful. She used herself as a template, apparently."
>I poked my horn and ruffled my wings a bit in demonstration.
>"Ahhh. No luck on her undoing it?"
"Nope. Apparently tried the counterspell she cooked up beforehand and it failed."
>Rainbow pauses for a moment.
>"Huh. Kinda weird hearing somepony use your words. Like beforehand instead of beforehoof, y'know? Especially in a little filly voice."
>I waggled a hoof at her.
"Yeah, yeah. I get enough shit for that as it is. Ain't easy to just change how you talk at the drop of a hat."
"So how about you? Anything happen in your life?"
>Rainbow pauses, then glances off to the side, rubbing one forehoof with the other.
>"Uh. Y… yeah. Totally. It's just… there's been… so much awesome that I can't think of it right now."
>I affix her with a flat look.
>Her grimace changes into a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
>I sigh and shake my head, sympathy patting her shoulder once again, remembering how she gets when Tank's hibernation time rolls around.
>Every fucking year.
>One would think she'd learn or get used to it or something.
"Well… at least you've got the Wonderbolts touring season coming up to look forward to."
>She nods, cheering up a little.
>"Hey, you wanna go g--"
>"There she is! She attacked the Princess's daughter!"
>A squad of pegasus guardsponies were en route.
>The two of us took flight.
>The better part of the day was spent flying around and avoiding guards.
>It was a fun day.
Comfy read, Anon. Do try to update more than once a month though.
Good to hear. I agree on the more frequent updates. Inspiration was being a fickle mistress. Hopefully the next update comes more smoothly.
I wasn't expecting to see Anon interacting with pre-fillifcation friends, but it makes sense and you made it work well.
Someone roll perception (d20)
>>215325[ 1d20 = 19 ]
also rolling dexterity, strength, constitution, wisdom, and intelligence just in case
dex: [ 1d20 = 11 ]
str: [ 1d20 = 3 ]
con: [ 1d20 = 17 ]
wis: [ 1d20 = 16 ]
int: [ 1d20 = 16 ]
You know, that actually seems accurate given filly's probable stats
"Hey, what better way to get back to eating meat than with the messiest, greasiest slab of meat possible? Fuck my filly heart, it should get acquainted to some damned fine American cuisine!"
Twilight hugs you as she hears those words. "Spoken like a true American. Alright, I'll see what I can do."
She exits the bubble and starts talking to the driver. You're not quite sure what all she's saying, but from the looks on their faces, there seems to be some disagreement, although neither seems particularly irate. At some point in the conversation, Twilight reaches into her bag and pulls something out. It's a bit hard to see, but you can make out that it's an Equestrian bit. A gold coin that she levitates and places on the dashboard of the truck. She seems somewhat surprised, and takes a brief look at it, but not with enough focus to get distracted from the road. Then Twilight says something more afterwards, and the driver shrugs her shoulders and pockets the coin.
A moment later, the driver passes her smartphone to her daughter and says something to her. The daughter then starts searching on Google for something, and within a couple of minutes, as the truck turns on to another road entering into the city, the daughter says something. Eventually, the truck comes to a stop at a four way intersection, and the daughter hands the phone back to her mother, who takes a look at the phone and seems to approve.
You aren't entirely sure what all was said back there, but you are now suddenly aware that people at the intersection are taking pictures of you and your friends.
"I would yell to take a picture because it would last longer, but you already are!"[ 1d100 = 9 ]
"Look, all I'm saying is that maybe a certain (((people))) running the banks don't have your best interests in mind!" [ 1d100 = 25 ]
Filly is gay.
only if filly does a sexual
It isn't her
fault that she can't escape the gay no matter what she does!
Since we still have our bubble helmet on, quickly make and hold up a note that says "No one cared who I was until I put on the mask." [ 1d100 = 31 ]
boosting [ 1d100 = 82 ]
>>215349>Having the freedom to get shot>>215328
Drop to the bed of the truck and try to hide [ 1d100 = 3 ]
Its not gay if its Femanon/Anoncolt, the only safe escape>>215326>Earth Pony>3 str
OOF, can't begin to imagine how weak filly would be if she was a feather brain
It's still gay because you are still a mental dude getting fucked by the body of a dude.
But by mentalities its straight, just like if compared to the body which is the opposite sex, unlike anyone else who was born a horse and will havevsame mentality as their sexTraps were still born as the same sex as their body, so this argument doesn't apply
Do as many mental gymnastics as you like, doing anything sexual as the filly will always and forever be gay. No hope, no escape. It's straight by mentality only, and straight by physiology only, but it sure as fuck is gay by mentality on physiology. There's just no escape from this.
Do as many mental gymnastics as you like, doing anything sexual as the filly will always and forever be gay. No hope, no escape. It's straight by mentality only, and straight by physiology only, but it sure as fuck is gay by mentality on physiology. There's just no escape from this.
There it is. We're not even gonna attempt stealth. We're gonna blow the lid off this bitch, and it all starts with bane posting, assisted by a stralia.
Filly must be really
missing her hands.
I want to put something else in filly's mouth :3
Dab on all of them[ 1d100 = 6 ]
Daw. Great update!
Is that a Lone15 quote I smell?
Tell me Anonfilly is just licking off the Cheetos dust from the fingers.
I want to get really close to Lone, hold her in my arms, tell her everything is going to be alright, and then slap her and drop her on the ground.
She'd probably enjoy that
Anonfilly is just licking off the Cheetos dust from the fingers[Not]
Since you still can't speak, you quickly grab the notepad and scrawl upon a brand new page, "No one cared who I was until I put on the mask." You have just enough time to flash the message to everyone else before the light turns green again, and the truck continues on its way towards… wherever Twilight bribed them to take you.
You end up traveling deeper into the downtown area, occasionally waving at people out and about. Many of them seem a little bit surprised, but most are friendly and wave back. Eventually, the truck seems to pull off one of the main roads that seems to bisect the city, suggesting that you are relatively close to your destination. Given that you passed a number of fast food restaurants along the way, you can safely say you won't be eating total garbage. Your suspicions are confirmed as the truck seems to stop in front of a somewhat hip looking hole in the wall restaurant called the Sin City Grill.
Before anyone gets out, Lyra pops her way into your bubble and asks if you can manage to behave yourself, or if the voices are going to be plaguing you the entire trip.
For a little bit of immersion, here's a picture of the grill you just stopped at, and the menu:http://places.singleplatform.com/sin-city-grill/menu?ref=google
Google Maps makes Ponies in Earth storytelling fun!
Let's get a five dollar shake inb4 Pulp Fiction
and a Texas Hold Em' Burger[ 1d100 = 19 ]
“The voices will be plaguing us no matter what, it’s just a matter of if they
behave or not.”[ 1d100 = 77 ]
"We'll behave" [ 1d100 = 60 ]
Combine these to, like we're telling the filly directly that we'll behave in exchange for getting delicious dead cow meat in our face hole. [ 1d100 = 42 ]
Say "nigger" three times to get it out of your and the voices' system thoroughly, then this >>215540[ 1d100 = 8 ]
5 dollars for a milkshake? Do they put bourbon in it or something?
I would pick the babby up by the scruff.
>>215637>"Okay, breath in, breath out…">You follow Twilight with the calming exercise after another one of her crazy sessions>She's sitting across from you, and each of you have a pencil on the ground>You are so frustrated that she decided to tell you to do this stupid breathing exercise>But you know its for the best, as you'd have broken the pencil in another hour long REEing session>To think all you have to do is pick it up…>With your hooves>Seriously, how the fuck do they work?
"I swear purple this is black magic, I cant even…">Well you know you "can even", somehow>Not only from seeing others horses do it, but even yourself accidentally>Although often your hoof got stuck by "gluing" itself to the ground, making you fall on your face>You even broke a log once because of that while running too>But this fucking pencil…>"It okay Anon, you can do it, just..uh, focus on your hoof, feel the pencil underneath and get a grip on it">You mimic Twilight and put a hoof on the pen in front of you>Your frog hardly touches it, but somehow you can feel it on the edges of the hoof>You though those were supposed to be like nails, with no "feel" in them…>"Good, now raise your hoof while picking it up…"
"How the fuck do I "pick it up" with no fingers smartass?">"You dont need fingers, feel it on your hoof">No matter how much you fell the pencil under it, it was as loose as ever>No doubt Twilight could see the frustration rising again with your scrunch>Rolling the pencil under your hoof, you felt no grip develop whatsoever>"No need to move it Anon, just take it with the hoof and-">With a stomp, you break the pencil into many shards, not able to hold it after all this time pointlessly wasted
"What the fuck do you think I'm trying to do? REEEEEEEE….">With a roll of her eyes, Twilight summons a pair of ear plugs to not have to endure your screeching>Afterwards, levitating a note from the desk to herself, she crossed another item in the list>Storing items on your coat, avoiding damage from heavy objects/when falling to the ground, grabbing and holding objects…>All failed and crossed>But she couldn't hold back a sigh at the next item in the list to come>The next item would be…cooking>Better get those fire extinguishing spells ready…
We need more babby art, she's too cute for this world.
You shrug. "The voices will plague me no matter what. It's just a matter of if they will behave."
"And will they behave?"
"I think they say yes. I just have to do one thing first."
"NIGGER NIGGER NIGGER! Okay, now you can drop the shield, I'm hungry."
Lyra winces as she hears you casually drop n-bombs, but eventually lets up and drops the shield. You can now speak freely, no longer confined by the need to write things down. Thankfully, everything seems to be out of your system. With the feeling of a weight lifted off of your shoulder, you walks straight into the restaurant and look for a table.
As soon as you enter, you are met with stares from a few patrons. Many of them seem to stop eating, completely mesmerized by just how otherworldly you look. Finally, one man, a somewhat heavyset gentleman who looks like he drives a semi truck for a living, decides to speak up. He asks, "So are you all in costume or something? Because it must be really uncomfortable walking like that."
"Buddy, do I wish it was a costume."[ 1d100 = 6 ]
>>215637>It's time to do the darkest magic you know of>SCIENCE!>Gathering all elements for this took way too long>Red Paint with a brush>A ball>A White sheet of paper>Cardboard cutouts>Circles within Circles finished with a Solid one>A bullseye>Contained in this bedroom might be the power to overwhelm the most powerful of beings>Watching the paint dry was not pleasant>The fumes though…>Just one toss with the ball right up into the air>Perfect hit>Bounce this sucker like payment for utilities>Still bullseye
"Holy fuck this works.">It might be the paint fumes though>Better open open the window>A football hits the bullseye
"Damn works like a charm.">A horseshoe lands 10/10
"Right time to close the window.">A skateboard slips right through>Lucky that it didn't hit the glass>Those hinges are way too lose on this>I better get purple to do something about it>Actually I should move this bullseye to a safe location>Heading to open the door you thought you could hear a yell>They must want the football back>The window hinges snaps>Rainbow Dash pancaked to the glass landed on the skateboard rolling right at you>Time to get the fuck out of dodge>Slipping on the testing ball you land ontop of blue fast who is covered in white clear stuff>The ball hits the paint bucket covering a back wheel in red>You both ride into the sunset as random objects and ponies keep pelting you
>Be Detective Gum>It's been a long time since a case like this shows up>Filly and national hero gone with only a red line as a trail>Following it is difficult as it appears that the line jumps and lands on walls, ceilings, even ponies>Almost at the end of the line>The pile of junk seems to have stopped the movment and ponies are having trouble getting out>There's enough tree branches to make a royal sized canoe>Is that the Princess?>She's holding a piece of paper>Looks like another case closed. All in a day's work>About to turn away she is hit by rainbow tail>All in a day's work
Boosting Satin's suggestion. [ 1d100 = 34 ]
Kek. It probably would be hard to figure that shit out
That was great, kek
"NIGGER!" [ 1d100 = 42 ]
Boosting. Also nuke Australia, for real this time. [ 1d100 = 89 ]
Ha. Reminded me of this scene from a fanmade Doctor Whooves thing. https://youtu.be/_U0QDt8wiCs?t=211
>"Lotta Loyalty for a hired foal!"
"Maybe she's wondering why you would shoot a filly before throwing her out of a train."
>"At least you can talk! Who are you?"
>The burlap bag is slowly pulled from your head. The royal guard looks at you, mouth agape.
>You stare directly into his eyes.
"No one cared who I was until I put on the mask…"
So as clearly demonstrated by the latest episode, you guys don't need the elements, you just need to be really good friends with Twilight so she goes supernova and does whatever she needs to with regular magic
Too bad she doesn't wanna go back to Equestria
You realise you can stack up to five images per post by clicking the little + below 'Choose Files', right?
Now I want to see Filly in a crotchbra.
>>215719>gotta fall on me of course>only posts most recent fillies>all split between posts
gotta fall on me, of course.
fillies from scotch, neuro, shpoople and anon fillies
You take a seat in a nearby booth and face the man as the rest of your friends pile in to wait to be served. With a heavy sigh, you shake your head and say, "Buddy, do I wish it was a costume."
He seems a bit surprised by your remark, and you find it hard to blame him, given that both your facial mannerisms and your vernacular do not quite match your relatively high-pitched and feminine voice. Nevertheless you continue, as you feel that telling the truth may be your best option; the situation being insane already as it is.
"Yes, I really am a cartoon pony. No, you're not on drugs. And for what it's worth, my friends and I all used to be human. I don't know if we're cursed or what, but I just spent the past month on another planet in this… weird body, and right now I'm just looking for some grub."
In a bit of uncanny timing, a waitress stops by at this exact moment and proceeds to drop the three glasses of soda she is carrying in the shock of seeing you. Some of the soda splashes on you, and reflexively she begins to apologize profusely. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry. I hope I didn't stain your uh… those are costumes, right?"
"No. We are honest to God, real talking ponies. And it's fine. Could we get some menus?"
She seems a bit taken aback. People not believing their eyes may just be something you'll have to get used to for the next few days until you get called in for an interview on CNN or something. After a short pause, she stutters out, "I- uh… I don't even know if we're allowed to serve animals."
"Ma'am, we're a party of 8, and we're all hungry; you can make an excuse. And technically, humans are animals too if that's the rules."
"Okay… I guess I could say you're all service animals if anyone asks?"
First contact with an extraterrestrial species and we're 'service animals', smooth. [ 1d100 = 95 ]
"Oh, we can serve all right." Signal for a beatbox and begin break dancing. [ 1d100 = 44 ]
This, but try to not say it in an assholeish way[ 1d100 = 93 ]
Any aspiring writefags out there? I can give some old concepts I thought up if you're short, but I'd really like to see content produced consistently by someone
Somebody carry that filly to bed
This but in an assholish way [ 1d100 = 44 ]
>>215721>Anonfilly finds Twilight's "Funtime drawer">Pretends she has no idea what they are
I'm pretty sure there was some art aboutthis, but with Rarity and Pinkie IIRC
>>215815>>215818>Pretends she has no idea what they are
I don't even think Filly is pretending. I think it's just that how little of a shit she gives about how awkward it *should* be gives off the impression of complete innocence. Well, that and being a literal child too.
Which feeds into the notion of the internet induced autism of anons.
I agree with you on the innocent play aspect, but I think what filly was doing here is twofold.
1. She's clearly enjoying herself, so there probably is at least some sort of mental regression at play here.
2. She's retained enough of her memories to remember what Pokémon are, so unless Twiggles very selectively wiped her mind it's likely she remembers exactly what sex toys are.
I dunno, just the way I interpreted it.
>>215842>A filly and a Colt>Gay
nothing gayer than colts
Yes, that's pretty fucking gay flagless.
Do you have any evidence to substantiate that she's less gay when she's got a colt dick in her than when she's walking around just existing?
So filly is the gay lord?
Protip: You can't.
"Wow, first contact with an extraterrestrial species and we're 'service animals'? Smooth"
The waitress seems even more flustered now. "Hey, I only started working a few days ago, and I wasn't expecting to serve a bunch of talking ponies. Cut me some slack, alright?"
"Alright, alright. I'll try not to be an asshole. Just bring us some menus when you can, yeah? We're customers like any other."
The young waitress scurries off to fetch some menus and a broom to clean up the broken glass on the ground. While she's gone, the trucker-looking man you were talking to earlier asks if you could continue your story. You oblige, and proceed to tell him a more or less abridged version of what happened while you were in Equestria, leaving out a few of the less tasteful parts of your adventure that would not belong in a good Christian community such as this. A few others start to listen in alongside him, and very soon, you find yourself once again playing the role of storyteller to a bunch of strangers. Fortunately, you won't have to be talking for several hours straight, just until your meal arrives.
When the menus come, you glance over them for at most a minute before you figure out what you want. You order a "Texas hold 'em" - a sort of bacon cheeseburger on Texas toast with onion rings - and a $5 chocolate shake. The prices are a bit off-putting to your two human companions, but Twilight assures them that if the solid gold coin she paid them for their trouble doesn't cover the cost of their meal, that she will reimburse them when she gets back to DC. How she plans on doing that, you're not quite sure, but you suppose accessing her bank account as a pony is going to be her problem.
With your orders placed, you return to your story, and get around to the point where you were performing "Stan" in Dodge by the time your meal comes around, and it smells quite heavenly. The others around you would love if you could finish the story, but you're not quite sure what's the best way to put your decision to abandon Equestria to go home.
Let's put it as what it is- a moment of weakness, a lapse of judgement, some fucking stupid decision, anything to that effect.[ 1d100 = 12 ]
>>215884>burgers on a raft
Degenerates like you belong on a cross
Have you gotten it back yet?
Lapse of judgement, a strong desire to return home, and a strong desire to help your friends return home. [ 1d100 = 22 ]
Hello yes how do filly man?
First you need to get a Purple. Use Purple to make you a Green. Then add cute and subtract dick and you have successfully fillied. Be warned, adding too much cute could be dangerous.
Dear Canada fag who keeps trying to launch Ajax attacks and Cross site script attacks in my site.
What exactly do you do on your site? Is the archive any closer to being accessible?
Not at the moment. I’m looking to redo the UI to one that supports collective image viewing. Like imgur.
But I keep getting this asshat trying for a month trying to escalate his permissions.
What if the new season opener had Anonfilly taking care of the Friendship castle while Twilight had to be in Canterlot and Glimmer was with the School?
Let's write a filly story one line at a time! I'll start:
>Fucking niggers blew your head open all over the pavement.
Anon gets Glimmer and that homeless, blue pony that lives out back and they have sex in Twilight's bed. Then Spike's bed. Then Glimmer's bed. Then Anon's bed. Then on top of the friendship map. Then back to Twilgith's bed. Then on top of a pile of books in the library for good measure.
Kek.>>215991>You can feel chains around your forelegs.
"In the stew pot you must hide, else they take you for a ride. A pure grape colored filly, they'd rape silly."
"Actually you're blue, in such a nice hue too. But that mouth we must clean, before we let you go free back to your kin"
You sink your teeth into your burger, and it is amazing. You haven't had cow for your entire time in Equestria, and now that you're back, you can't help but savor the juices as they slide down the inside of your cheek with every bite, coating the bottom of your tongue with their delicious flavor. The crunch of the toast and the crispy bacon actually makes a nice contrast with the absolutely perfect patty, despite the complaints of a certain Australian voice in your head calling you a degenerate. You were going to nuke Australia anyways, right?
"'Ah gotta know," says the trucker man as you find yourself halfway through your burger, "how'd you end up back here?"
You suppose you might as well come clean about that too. In between bites of your burger, and sips of your very thick and delicious milkshake, you begin to tell how you made the trip from Dodge back to Ponyville, and then from Ponyville to Manehatten soon after, and how just a few hours ago, you stood in a secure room in the Bank of Manehatten and used the elements to return your friends home. You described it as a "moment of weakness," and that now with the elements destroyed, you're going to have to find a new way to get back, and somehow save them.
The man takes a while to process the story, which you gladly use to finish off the rest of your meal and sip up the last few drops of your milkshake. Finally, he takes a deep sigh. "That is… quite a story. And if it's really true, I'm not sure what I could say t' ya. It's moments like these, I'd turn to the Lord. Would you like a Bible for your travels?"
"May the lord be with you brother" to give him a good impression and pick it, perhaps Coco would like it to pass the time[ 1d100 = 32 ]
What was the oldie name again?
Boost, also check if we can still use our future sight [ 1d100 = 23 ]
Wholesome answer, let's boost.[ 1d100 = 89 ]
Boosting[ 1d100 = 2 ]
Rolling for Stralia warding of this wholesomeness. [ 1d100 = 69 ]
Is it gonna weigh as much as I do?
Faith can only keep a horse man going for so long[ 1d100 = 54 ]
I want Twiggy to put me into hoofie pajamas before bed
"May the Lord be with you, brother," you say, nodding.
The man pulls a small Bible out of his jacket pocket. It reminds you of those pocket Bibles you often see people passing out in front of public schools. You feel relieved at its light weight as the man hands it to you.
"Oh good, I was hoping it wouldn't end up weighing as much as me!"
He laughs. "Nah, I keep pocket Bibles around for people who need 'em. You meet a lot of interesting people when you travel around, and you never know who needs the word of the Lord. Although I must say, you are by far the most interesting. I'll keep you in my prayers, alright?"
"Thank you, kind sir. If I may ask, what's your name?"
"Ha! It's Jeremy."
Okay, that's like the third J-name you've encountered today. Fate is being weird today.
Future sight. Check. Pls. Come on RNG, don't fail me now. [ 1d100 = 12 ]
Anything in specific you want to look for, or are you just going to blindly look into the future?
Nothing in particular, just to check if we still can.
Boosting[ 1d100 = 88 ]>>216111
Nice post trips and nice Hitler roll dubs, it's clear what option is favorable here.
We /comatosegang/? [ 1d100 = 82 ]
boostan too[ 1d100 = 86 ]
If it works, try to see the consequences all the red meat and fat you just ate will have on your filly body.[ 1d100 = 52 ]
look into your psychic mind to find out what the fuck fate/author/jesus means by this[ 1d100 = 6 ]
or just fucking die, thats cool too i guess
I want to cuddle the filly and feed her tendies
But will Twiggy bring you tendies in bed?
I want Twi to cuddle me while she feeds me in bed
I want Twiggy to bring me soup in bed when I'm sick and read me stories
I want Twiggy to kiss me goodnight and tell me that she loves me
>>216190>"I have half the mind to wipe your memories here and now, but I'm letting you off with a warning. If you convince anypony that you are Anonymous, I won't be so lenient.">"Anon, what is this? I would never do anything like that. Why would somepony write such horrible things?"
Who needs tendies/soup when you have mommy milk
Daww. That's adorable
How do we take filly off of life support without killing her?
1. revive the fandom
2. get people to write/draw more filly
We need more content of this guy necking himself!
If fate is going to be weird, you might as well test it. You close your eyes and try to focus on the future. What will happen in this world, something crazy? Something boring? You focus on the man who just gave you the Bible. Will he be okay? You see him traveling on the freeway for nine hours, only to come home to his wife and kids who love him.
Okay, maybe you should focus on something less boring. You try to narrow your vision to the most important event that will occur anywhere in the world in the next week. Unsurprisingly, you find yourself in the oval office. You look up, and see two aides standing confused looking at a blonde horse with an impressive mane cut. Is that…?
You are snapped back to reality with Blossom's hooves waving in front of your face. "Hey, are you there?" she says, somewhat frantically, "Jasmine says we gotta go. You've been spacing for like the past ten minutes. Did you fall asleep?"
"Checking the future, seeing if I can still do that. Good news is, I can! And Mr. Jeremy, your 9-hour drive home will be safe and uneventful."[ 1d100 = 16 ]
Say nothing of what you saw in the oval office. [ 1d100 = 55 ]
Gib more filly in pajamas !
Did Trump turn into a filly too?
I don't wish to get the nice Christian man potentially killed or injured by butterfly effect. If we tell him his trip will be safe, he may be just less cautious enough to cause an accident that may not have otherwise happened.[ 1d100 = 3 ]
That's assuming this vision of the future didn't include us telling him his trip would be safe. The causal loop is real.
Ah, fuck, our arrival is going to start turning people into ponies now, isn't it?
How do we get people to write and draw more fillies? Maybe we could start pooling ideas? Here are a few of mine, pitch in if you wanna:
1. Filly ends up with a father figure instead of a mother figure.
2. Filly goes on a scientific exhibition with Purple, and the both of them bite off more than they can chew when it turns out there's something sinister going on.
3. Twenty years after becoming the filly, Anon has to deal with Twilight's early death.
4. Filly DnD campaign
5. I dunno lol, I'm out of ideas
Honestly, I strongly believe in, "If I build it, they will come."
Think about what the charm with anonfilly is and do soething with that.
I also believe in that doomposting is often contraproductive since it makes the thread less fun.
Also, responses the more detailed response to content the better. Tell them what you think about what they made. It is very clear that the people who get a lot of (you)s produced more of what they have made and the people who get none disappear.
All this. Making more content will attract more content. Drama and complaining make me want to stay away.
What the fuck even is this thread
Like do you people actually unironically want to be turned into a child cartoon pony so you can be fucked or "bred" by people from /mlpol/ or you yourself fuck an /mlpol/ user that has been turned into a little filly? Do you realize how ridiculous that is
This is by far the most degenerate general on /mlpol/ I mean it combines fucking pedophilia, transformation, beastiality and/or xenophilia and whatever other fetshes you might have and Tbh I gagged a lil bit upon discovering this thread
Please consider psychiatric help and reevaluate your life of you unironically browse this general and look at anon filly pictures
>>216291>Filly DnD campaign
already happening, sort of.
What this fuck even is this pasta.
Like do you people actually unironically don't want to be turned into a child cartoon pony so you can be cared for or "loved" by momfus from Equestria or you yourself care for an /mlpol/ user that has been turned into a little filly? Do you realize how ridiculous that is
This is by far the most degenerate pasta on /mlpol/ I mean it combines fucking autism, doggo memes, M O M M Y I S S U E S and/or fillyphobia and Tbh I gagged a lil bit upon discovering this pasta
Please consider psychiatric help and reevaluate your life of you unironically browse this general and post this pasta
What do you mean?
and yes its pony-themed
Alright, are you running on /vx/? I might be down depending on when you run.
Cutie marks have been licked.
Game is run on discord and roll20. Game time is at 00:00 UTC on thursday night/friday morning.
Oh. Of course it's on discord. Never mind, for a bit I thought I'd found something neat.
discord is literally for the voice chat, which may honestly change because their voice chat is garbage tier.
>>216357>>216371>Hey guys, just started a DnD
Um, a DnD, could be fun>Its on discord
Why am I not surprised, go the fuck back
Let me guess, the campaign isn't even related to filly, just has fillyfags playing and you responded autistically to validate the fact that >>216291's
idea had already been done?
I don't know why I even expected anything more.
I think it's been made pretty fucking clear in the past that the thread doesn't like the discord server at large. Don't mention something that has almost nothing to do with Anonfilly here.
I can always make a separate discord server if people are that autistically averse. (which was my original plan anyway.)
Run your shit there
God fucking dammit, what do people have against vx?
>>216380>no voice chat>no game board>running a game via text only
id rather hammer a nail into my balls fam.
Fair enough, but you still haven't told us whether the campaign is actually filly related.
You say as if text only was a bad thing, my next sipp is for you man
filly will be an npc at some point.
…so not filly related at all, really? Why mention it here then?
because everyone playing is a poster on this thread? Why do I need to adhere to your arbitrary criteria?
B-be gentle…#2 pencils only
wew, that's not being gentle, anon
you gotta go .5 lead
But other than that, it has nothing to do with filly. Do you talk about Cobalt in a Minecraft thread just because the same people made it?
How does one fuck a notepad?>>216396
All excellent always love more babby/diapers
Is filly feeding babby juice she made in a blender? And did she eat a slice of cake before Twilight got pictures of babby blowing out the candles? She's gonna be pissed
The cake slice went in the blender since Babby isn't ready for solids
Well that's just lovely, your arrival might be turning more people into ponies. Fan-fucking-tastic! You think you'll just keep secret what you saw in the oval office. It's probably better for national security that no one knows at this time. For now, you should probably deal with your current problems.
"Hmm? Oh, I was just checking into the future to see if I still can. Good news is yes, I can. Mr. Jeremy, I can assure you your 9-hour drive home will be safe and uneventful."
Jeremy nods and thanks you for the sign of good hope. He leaves the restaurant with his tip on the table. Meanwhile, Blossom continues to urge you about how you have to leave and that yes, Jasmine already paid for everything. So naturally, you head on out and get in the truck again.
The trip ahead is obscenely long and also incredibly boring. It takes a little over 7 hours to get from Grand Island all the way to Fargo, and most of the areas you pass through are sparsely populated farmland. The highway is narrow as well, and there aren't many cars to wave at to cause massive freakouts. Probably for the better, since it would not be in your best interests to cause a traffic accident.
You manage to pass at least some of the time talking amongst your friends, and with the little girl Jessica. From her, you manage to learn a few things. Firstly, it is March of 2019. You seem a bit surprised to hear this, as while you spent a month in Equestria while around a year and a half passed on Earth, Twilight spent 2 years in Equestria while 4 years passed on Earth. Unless you ended up spending much more time in the time loop than you actually perceived, time in Equestria must be erratic. Twilight notes that this might not be the case, however, as from what she learned from Fizzlepop before dropping her, she had literally been from the Soviet Union. Despite coming to Equestria after Twilight relative to Equestria's time, she had come from Earth earlier, relative to Earth's time.
In the last couple of hours, you end up taking a nap to conserve some energy from when you have to leave. You are woken up a few miles out of Fargo as Jasmine asks where you and your friends would like to be dropped off. As she mentioned before to her daughter, she can't keep you all as pets, although she did enjoy the company during the long trip.
Happy Birthday Nore
Sorry to name fag but its an emergency. Discord yeeted my account and I need a link to the discord
oh shit dude my account got disabled too
Right here [ 1d100 = 31 ]
are you looking for anonfilly discord or mlpol's discord?
Weird shit. Fucking discord man.
Gib new account names
Ask the other fillies if there have an idea of where you all should get off.[ 1d100 = 60 ]
Password is Fillet, Ctrl+F for Groaner if anybody else wants to fuck around and play cards against humanity
I'd like whatever that is to be kept at least five miles from me at any given moment.
No thanks, doc. This dose is bad.
You're a shockingly kind person, and I hope you have a good night!
Yeah? Well y-you too
You turn your attention to the rest of your friends. "What do y'all think?"
Most of your friends turn up nothing but shrugs. With the exception of Blossom, none of them have even been to North Dakota, and in Blossom's case, it was while passing through on the move to Manitoba. Twilight remains pensive, but eventually pops up a question.
"Hey, Fargo's a big city, right? So there's gotta be a university campus there, I presume?"
Jasmine answers pretty quickly, "Yep. North Dakota State."
A mischievous smile forms on Twilight's face. "Oh goody, a state college. Anyone else feel like crashing a dorm party, getting stupid drunk, and falling asleep in the library at 3 in the morning?"
"You heavily overestimate my social skills and ability to hold in spaghetti."[ 1d100 = 69 ]
I can dig all of that but the shitting myself part. I don't care if it's socially acceptable for that to happen or not, it feels disgusting.
It is disgusting, but that's why there's someone there to clean you up if it happens.
any second I'd spend with any amount of waste not in the toilet would be a second I regret making that decision. I don't care how fast it would be cleaned up, I ain't having none of that shit!
God I wish that were me>>216552
Boosting with the chad email roll
Ok i fogot how to do it, virgin text roll it is [ 1d100 = 77 ]
Initial roll of 69 and then a dubs boost, this is looking good so far
All the better to crash a party with, my dear.[ 1d100 = 90 ]
a-as in, social interaction?![ 1d100 = 55 ]
Horny little fucks
Great work dude>ywn be that anon
Me on the bottom right
So… do you want filly to be answering her own concerns, or are you hoping that Twilight will provide that answer?
That's a great question. Probably have filly come to that conclusion after a moment of thought, that her anti-social tendencies could actually be useful towards this end.
Unless some fuckery has happened since our arrival on earth that allows the voices..err, us, to influence other characters in some way.
IF that happens to be the case, then have Twi say it.
Ah. Well the voices will never be heard by anyone other than Anon Filly, and no dice roll will ever guarantee an action of another character, as this is Anon's story and no one else's. That said, I am somewhat open to suggestions towards the other characters actions where it would have no significant impact on the plot or on their character development.
"A-a party?" you stammer, "a-as in, social interaction?"
Twilight raises an eyebrow with intrigue. "Oh? The pony who only a few weeks ago invited practically half of her class to a party just to trick her crush into kissing her at truth or dare is concerned about social interaction?"
"Look, you are heavily overestimating my social skills and my ability to hold in my spaghetti."
The grin that has been developing on her face widens. "You mean the same pony who, while completely sober, has no problem rapping in front of a live audience of complete strangers; AND who on the very next day proceeded to entertain an entire train car of ponies with a random story she seemingly made up on the spot? If this is what you call poor social skills, then all the better to crash a party with, dear."
She's starting to get on your nerves with this, but she does have a point. Still, you don't feel like backing out of an argument so easily. "Twi, those were ponies, these are humans. I was never good at socializing as a kid, and I'm still not that good at it."
"You had no problem waving at random strangers while in a bubble and writing up cute lines on your notepad to make them laugh. And back in the cafe you were practically a social butterfly with that trucker. Are you sure that you becoming a pony hasn't made you a more sociable person? I don't think any of us are really the same person we were when we came to Equestria, even if we discount the physiological factors. I know I'm certainly not…"
This, but with a bit more tact.[ 1d100 = 13 ]
>>216789>booze filly is joining in
Filly estrus must be something fierce if even she is thinking about something else than depression and getting wasted.
Either more tact, or make it obvious we're joking with throwing in a laugh while we tell her. [ 1d100 = 46 ]>>216849
Looks like she's getting pretty wasted to me, if you know what I'm sayin'.
Attribute your increased social proficiency and boldness to the voices influencing your actions.[ 1d100 = 99 ]
That is more adorable than it has any right to be
Bats are all traps. Beware.
If anons turn into fillies, and femanons turn into colts, would a large portion of anon colts become traps, just because they used to be femal?
If they were fags they would. Besides, there aren't many chicks who've made content for us, and the only way to become filly is to make content for the thread as per Starswirl's 69th law.
Good luck pulling a trigger with hooves lol
Very cute>>216870>"Anon it's two in the morning, can't you go to sleep?"
>>216895>Starswirl's 69th law
Ha, that isn't a thing that exists faget!
Starswirl hasn't even had any knowledge of our world, let alone anything about us in particular, so how could he possibly know of the magical machinations involved alongside us coming to their world?
Granted, contentfagfillies are
held in high regard by fellow fillyfagfillies by way of their nature, but any posters and lurkers can become the filly if they're dedicated enough in their devotion to the thread.
After all, Anonfilly has always been meant to be (You) as the filly, not this or that contentfag as the filly.
"Because you have tits that need to be milked."
You're wrong and gay, and there's an easy fix for your problem of not currently being elligible for fillification. Just write.
>>216901>Implying Starswirl hasn't been opening interdimensional portals to earth for years
What do you think all of those unfound missing persons cases are all about, huh?
Satan worshiping cannibals
>>216903>You're wrong and gay
Then please explain how Anon being a contentfag is integral to the concept of Anonfilly>implying writing is easy for everybody
If that was the case then my autistic ass wouldn't have flunked every composition class I've ever taken
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I'm posting from Equestria to call you a faggot. Question my magic again, and you'll be spending the rest of your days as a breezie.