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>Spoonfeed me. What's this thread about?
This thread typically consists of Anon gone filly, as he's thrust into a new life as a cute little pony.
>What's to be expected?
Fillies, cuteness, Anon-tier shenanigans, bitchy Twilight, desires to be the little filly, etc..

>Any archive of photos or stories?

Dropbox (Photos):

>I'm a contributor.

Great! For writers, just notify All Nighter Fgt, so you can have your green to the Doc. For artists, animators, or any other content makers, you can store your fillies in the Dropbox for future viewing pleasure.
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
Assess how well you fit into the filly hivemind: https://projects.fivethirtyeight.com/personality-quiz/?group=-LdS-38NvfIG9PHPrYB8
>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: >>216907
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"Technically, some commie from the USSR was first." Then reeeeee at him for mis-speciesing you as a horse and not a pony and only accept apology through alcohol. 1d100[ 1d100 = 14 ]


1d100[ 1d100 = 61 ]


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And I forgot a picture with my upload. Oh well, have a random filly :/


I will incorporate your questions to Lyra in a later post, most likely. I'll have to go over my previous posts to see if I ever had Lyra use a different color magic, but otherwise I want to say it's a special case for the hand spell.


>the softness of that onesie
>those widdle eyebrows
>the way her hoovesies poke out a few inches before the cuff of her sweater
I'm in fucking love reuben, I need her in my life to have and to hold every night until I die!


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Do you, Anon, take this filly, to have and to hold, so long as you both shall live?


I do! Just give me that huggable little faggot before I resort to hape!


This, correct him. 1d100[ 1d100 = 96 ]


Oh hey, somebody liked my edit!
Good theories, I think you'll like where this is going…
Probably best we don't get ourselves KO'd with a bike lock.
"If you're going to fuck me, at least get me some of that beer first."
1d100[ 1d100 = 96 ]


Boost, nothing else, nothing more, just keep doing this until we re out of breath
1d100[ 1d100 = 91 ]


This, then >>222058
1d100[ 1d100 = 79 ]


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You two want to do a tiebreaker roll, or would you rather I find some way to combine these two responses?


Combine that shit like cheap liqours.



kek, god i love your fillies, man


Cutting it close there


I propose correction first, then later in the conversation what Lone said. 1d100[ 1d100 = 54 ]


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Filly learned to fight like a hoers from fightin' games, obviously.


Funny you mention that. Filly looks like she's rendered in Sonic Battle. Not sure whether I'm complimenting or insulting but…well, I played a lot of that game.


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>Another day.
>The royal family sat out on a balcony, sans the nocturnal one.
>I looked at the cup of tea, wafting its fragrant steam into the air.
>The pink and the white alicorns sat chatting about political happenings.
>On one hand, it kept them from bothering me.
>On the other hand, it was boring me out of my mind.
>Weighing my options, I eventually let out a sigh and took a sip from my drink before sitting up.
"Hey. Celestia."
>The two paused, turning in unison toward me.
"You've got a lot of stuff, right? Can't quite think up what'd be a decent mother's day gift. You even want one?"
>Her eyes light up, and for once I see her having to compose herself.
>"Well, I suppose I could find some space somewhere for a small gift."
>Cadence beamed cheerfully.
>"So what brought this on?"
"Ehh. I guess, legally, she qualifies now. She's not too bad, and I guess it's a way of paying back a bit of the kindness I've had since I came here."
>The pink pony princess gave a knowing smile.
>"Mmhm. I see, I see."
>She knows NOTHING.
"Well, I guess I can step out and look for something. Unless you're dead set on getting some kind of macaroni art glued onto paper as a gift."
>The princess of the sun, matriarch of Equestria for the last thousand years before her sister's return, takes more time than she should to seriously consider the joke.
>"Mmmmmmmmmmmmno, I guess you can head out. Make sure to grab a guard before you do."
>"…I get enough macaroni art to feed an Istallion family for a month, anyways" she mutters under her breath.
>Cadence beams far more than should be safe.
>"Shopping triiiiiip!"
"Oh god no."

>Time has lost all meaning.
>The number of shops visited is uncountable.
>Despite my best efforts to obtain some cheap, easily obtained tchotchke, apparently that wasn't good enough for a Mother's Day gift for Glorious Solar Leader.
>While I had attempted to buy something several times, Lovebutt had blabbed that I was shopping for something for Celestia several times while we were browsing.
>The ever-so-patriotic proprietors of the shops constantly plied the two of us with things that apparently didn't meet Cadence's standards.
>Either that or the proprietors didn't deem Cadence's choice to be worthy of being a gift to the beloved Princess of the Sun.
>It took ages to convince her to fib just a smidgen, and that was only after I could detect that she could tell the situation that we were in.
>I convinced her to go along with the next shop's suggestion, and a card.
"…that was more trouble than it was worth," I grumbled.
>"Oh, don't be that way, A… Emerald. Just imagine the face she'll have when she gets your present!" encouraged the pink princess.
"I guess."
>And so, box of chocolate-covered cake bites and overly elaborate card in metaphorical hand, we made our way back to the castle.
>After bidding her goodnight and a solid night of passion with her hubby, I made my way back up to my room.
>Since she was in the area, she apparently had dibs on the Pink Hell, so I was thankfully able to sleep in the room I'd been put in while I was ill.
>Privacy obtained, I set about personalizing the card.
>Somehow, I managed to wrangle the quill into dragging words onto the interior of the card.
>Task complete, I went to bed to wait for the appropriate time to deliver the gift.

>With a smile on the solar princess's face, she turned the wrapping paper into confetti in what seemed like an instant.
>She let out an exaggerated gasp at the discovery of her treats, then turned her attention toward the included card after ensuring that a couple of the treats never live to pass on their genes.
>She gave me a cheery smile as she set about opening the card's envelope.
>No words where added, as according to my lessons from Raven, speaking with one's mouth full is a faux-pas.
>Her expression started out pleased as can be as she slid the folded paper free.
>Flipping it open, her expression toon on a slightly concerned tone as she took in its contents.
>"Well. Um. That's… Thank you very much for the gift, Em--um… Anonymous."
>She shifts in her seat, an uncharacteristically unsure look about her.
>"It's… well written?" she diplomatically states.
>For my part, I just gave her a wide grin, then made a quick exit.
>Sure, the cake was just cake, but the card had a little poem I'd cobbled together with a pittance of work.
>All in all, it seemed to have done the trick.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Before I was a filly
I sometimes fapped to you.

Best wishes for Mother's Day,
Anonymous, AKA Emerald Dawn.

>As I climbed into bed after a long day, I wondered how it would come and bite me in the ass.

>Oh well. Tomorrow could take care of itself.
>And so, I snuggled into my covers and drifted off to sleep.

A bit late for the actual holiday, but that's when I started it, if that counts for anything. Hope the next bit's inspiration takes less than a holiday.


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badge filly


EFNW has a filly badge? Is that like, done by organizers, or just by someone there? I'm curious, as someone who's avoided cons for the most part.


>The most elite of the elite, have micro gestures, and social rituals. Scent, and subtle magic sequencing.
>Most of it is done unconsciously.
>It's part of why they discriminate against country hicks.

>As a human turned into a filly apparently all my expressions are almost all alien.

>Except words, noticeable actions and facial expressions.
>I think that's part of the reason why ponies think we are so fucked up.
>Other than ALSO being fucked up too.
>"The Mare-y Pony-ch's 'What is Wrong with My Foal' segments shows, see the ear, tail, and neck movement?"
"I guess, but I still don't quite get it."
>"Mare-y is a good maybe even great, but not the best. Look at how the base of the neck and the ear movement, and the magical disposition has almost no ripples. Not at all conductive to displaying the emotion."
"I still don't quite get it, Fancy."
>"Hmmm, I'll hire a changeling performer from Ponyacci's school. Changelings in general can mimic down to the extremely small and detailed expressions. So one will look like you as you look in the mirror and at the changeling to see what proper expressions should look like."
"You're the expert here Fancy. Do changelings have alot of jobs as actors?"
>"From what others in the business say, cutie marks and skill trump the species. Unofficially, however changelings cut down on costs. Some do get sick from all the conflicting emotions. Reshooting time, and costs make up for it."
"Hunh, the more ya' know."

>"You'll have to have a passing knowledge about most things in this world. That includes history, and who knows whom."

>Ugh, the things I do for obscene amounts of money. Despite my complaining I don't think I could get a much better deal than this.

>"Fleur, spread yourself out more! You're a big mare."

>Fancy Pants! I can't that doesn't- PUTAIN!"
>Wow, pony fascia is far superior to human fascia. It's also magically conductive. If I made a suit out of the stuff enchantments and spells would take easily to it. Apparently how the body works it clears the body of spells, 'curses', and enchantments.
>It's part of how earth pony magic works.
>Either all knowledge about this has been scrubed or no evil bad guy has ever tried it.
>A necromancer version of Iron Mane! Iron man, fuck.
>"Fancy Pants! When you said a physiology lesson I didn't think you would shock me."
>"It's a practical demonstration. It's not like we are dissecting frogs here."

>"Pony posture uses the curves! Always be able to bend and twist at a moment's notice."

"Holy fucking shit my spine."
>"Chin up Façade, this is also the basics for some self defense."

"Look it's not that hard, you have magic too. Just flip the pancake back into the pan."
>"Fancy Pants, flipping pancakes I did not think I would see it."
"What! How? How is the pancake completely carbonized?! I'm going to go through an existential crisis if someone doesn't explain how that happened. It was just fine a moment ago!"


"Good game."
>She is damned good at chess. Or any of the board games. Even chutes and ladders!
>"Fancy, when will you stop holding back?"
>"When I stop winning every game."

"Every plant I touch feels like it hates my very existence."
>"Try this bonsai tree."

"I don't think I can bend that way."
>"Oh, but you will une amie."
"Everything tingles, Fleur!"
"Woah. I can't feel my hooves."

>The Fancy Pants Mansion Bath house. A Japanese, and Roman style bath house with imitation hot Spring water.

"I could not have expected this, and I live in a magical pony land, with an evil cult out to get me."
It's made of a really pristine stone.
>"It's not often I have company over. Fleur you should join us on more occasions."
>"If you insist Fancy. This water is truly divine. Almost makes me forget how you zapped me."
>If this was an anime right about now a bumbling idiot or a pervert would crash into here.
>Best to not think what would happen if it's a hentai. All the requirements for that are already filled…
"This is completely closed system of right?"
>"It is. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, just curious."
>"Façade, you said you were an adult male hewman right? I'm sure you have read more than your fair share of erotica."
>"Fleur! I wanted to ask that."
"Well, the pornographic industry is a massive part of the market. From the dawns of civilization."
>"How many pictures have you seen? A fifty is fairly high right?"
>"I think she has seen, one hundred thirty of those lewd pictures."
"At least thousands of pictures. I don't know how much in total for everything though. From video, to writing, to comics, even video games."
>"Oh my Celestia."
>"Sacré Luna."
>"They were in orphanages with all the foals, alone."
>"I'll sacrifice myself Fancy to this lustful beast while you run away."
>They giggle.
"You pure maidens will not escape. For I am filly destroyer of flowers!"
>They are laughing now.
>"Tell us more about Earth. Is it really called that?"
"Yes, the planet is called Earth. Inhabited by humans. The planet orbits the a star called the Sun or Sol. The moon orbits the Earth. Nobody controls or manufactures the weather."

>Be Twilight Sparkle

>Princess Celestia and Luna just sent a letter about one of the Anonymous foals.
>Called Occult.
>That a cult is trying to kill the Anonymous foals.
>Starting with that filly.
>Trouble magnets describe the-
>Is something burning?


Kekked out loud. Good job.


Glad you enjoyed! Thanks!
Your tale is fun so far as well.


>Before I was a filly
>I sometimes fapped to you.
I giggled. That's some high quality fetish fuel/comedy.


What is PTFG?


Pony Transformation General. AKA: another shitty /mlp/ general, filled with body horror and trannies, whose members constantly claim falsely that Anonfilly is their idea.


Nigel, why is it we keep telling you to stop shilling for PTFG, but you keep on doing it?


This. Basically every thread the PTFG shill tells writefillies to post there instead of or in tandem with this thread.


Thank you.
4chan /mlp/ I haven't been there… yeah, way too much of a hassle for me. The UI sucks compared to here. (Not to mention all the other problems)
Here at /mlpol/ is far superior.

Sounds like they are bleeding writefags.


Well, PTFG is alrightish in terms of contentfag count, but us fillies know the superior threads are dedicated to best filly instead of all the masochism, xenophilia, and trans-fetishization. /mlp/ in general is a hollow shell of its 2012 self, and with gookmoot's bad management of 4chan as a whole, I don't plan on returning there just to post to one general.


PTFG has always had a lot of writefags. They really aren't all that bad, most stories over there don't even really have that whole body horror aspect everyone complains about. By no means a bad general, in fact it's probably one of the better surviving ones on /mlp/.
To be fair, you do get a lot of trans-fetishization here.


That's good to know.


Mostly just folks who like to be cute, or those who joke about being a faggot. Nothing worse than a crossdresser here. PTFG is more gynocentric than the fucking Gazorpians.


>Type Gazorpians into google thinking it's some word I don't know the meaning of.
>It's an alien from 'Rick and Morty'
God fucking dammit.


I chose that just to tip my fedora. Haven't watched an episode in 2-3 years now and don't plan on it.


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Oh you faggot, you'll pay. Wait until I get my hooves around your neck, I'll hug you tenderly and we can have a good laugh about it.


Oh yeah? T-that'd be nice. Been a while since I hugged another person. Since I lost my virginity two years ago, actually…


Damn, that long? Not even family members? Offer is open if you ever manage to hunt me down, n-no homo.


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Well you know what city I live in. In fact you have my old address too.


>I'm one of their top sponsors. They make you a custom con badge. When asked for what character I wanted, I linked them to a derpibooru search for Anon filly
>So no, they do not have an anon filly badge. There is only one, and it is mine.
in meme arrows cause im not actually the dude that went there i avoid cons too because autism


Scream "Fuck you I want my penis back, worst decision of my life, dont do this for yourselves you fucking idiots"
Playing as if it was choice, so we can put a sleigh of doubt upon their ideals and silently redpill the faggots against the degeneracy
1d100[ 1d100 = 10 ]


>>222116 Same post in New Thread
>"Good night, Occult."
>"Sleep well little one."
"Good night!"

>What an interesting day…

>Seriously, pancakes shouldn't be able to burn completely that fast. I could use that to get rid of evidence.
>Going to sleep is hard. The last two days something has happened in my dreams.
>Having nothing at all go on seems unlikely.
>I should have prepared.
>I should do a ritual to summon Mother so I can vanquish her.
>What the fuck? 'I should do a ritual to summon Mother so I can vanquish her.' That's a stupid idea.
>It's not a normal thought.
>Fuck baskets. Where the hell did that idea come from?
>Damnit all! I thought I didn't need to keep up with the work om the self.
>I'm not going to sleep until I fix this shit.
>When was the last time I actually I talked to my subconscious?
>Hell, when was the last time I imagined or thought about any of that stuff.
"Damn. I hope all my shit survived when I died. Why didn't I do it all here?"

>On the soft floor I Imagined and thought about my subconscious.

>Looks like Equestria, or death fucked me up harder than I thought.
>I get on my bed again. I'll have to do this manually without music, or other useful stuff.

>Breath in. Breath out.

>I am in a suit of armor. It is me. It is invincible. I am invincible.
>Breath in. Breath out.
>I have my multi-tool. It is me. It can do everything, and anything. I can do everything, and anything.
I start to Imagine.
>I am in an elevator.
The last button will bring me to my subconscious.
>I press it.
The door opens to an emergency stair well. The subconscious is deeper.
>Deeper, and Deeper I walk down. In Armor, with my Tool in hoof.
>Deeper, and Deeper. Deeper, and Deeper.
This is the door.
>I've made it. I open the door.
Lights are on still. There is a folder colored red on the table. The room is a scifi style office.
>Picking up the folder. I open it.
'Emergency Situation: Consciousness Is Lost. If you are reading this then something happened. The time between death and the new life is rough. We planned. All of Us. If something happened to you, we would send information. Who you used to be. Key Memories. Enough to have us reconnect.
The Third tile from the wall with the door further in, is where we are at.
Keep The Door Closed.'
>Moving the tile using the tool is fairly easy. A lit comforting ladder. Bringing the folder I climb down.
Old Memories surface. Of humans. Me. Doing jobs the conscious would not think of. Heart beating. Minor muscle movement. Information sorting.
>The bottom of the ladder has a hatch. Opening it I find identical humans, with different cloths. They are me I just Know it.
You made good. First you need to remember. This is important for understanding what happened. An orb is floating in this warm tiny library. Sticking my head in it will have me remember.
>I stick my head in the orb.
>oh. that's my name. that's who i was. that's what happened.
Equestrian Magic and the sudden shift to a body Created another subconscious. One that fueled by Magic tried to take over the old. Except for a telephone to discuss things. Originally there so we can tell it when we give up. Now it is a method to continue doing what we do. Even if it means through an intermediary.
>I nod seriously. I pick up the phone.
>I can't dial it woth a hoof.
>The human me dials it.
>A young squeaky voice answers.

>"Do you surrender human? It still isn't too late. Also we have lost track of the consciousness."

"Why are you doing this?"
>"Con- Con- Consciousness?"
"That's me. Occult Façade and ANONYMOUS here. What the fuck is going on here?"
>"How? That doesn't make sense."
"It's because I know how to plan. Why the fuck are you attacking?"
>"Good tree, and mommy said that humans have lots of bad things in them. They don't like each other very much. But when we get rid of some of the human stuff they get really happy and praise us."
>Fucking hell.
"No attacking each other. Understood?"
>"Mommy will not be happy, Good tree says it won't work."
>Is this ghe shit they have to wade through to get anything done?
"I am the Occult Façade. I am saying WE should make peace woth Ourselves. No attacking rach other."
>"But, mommy won't be happy. good tree says it won't work."
"Is either of them me, the consciousness?"
>"We'll noooooo."
"I say it will work, and Why does it matter if 'mommy' is happy or not?"
>"When mommy isn't happy she throws a big tantrum and breaks stuff. When she is happy she says what good daughter's we are. Good tree tells us how to keep everything running."
>It's a miracle I still function then.
"The war is over. The victor is me Occult Façade aka ANONYMOUS. As victor you won't fight me, or the humans."
>"Welllll, you did say you won the war. Good tree isn't very excited. Mommy is sleeping right now. Hip hip hooray, you won. Now what?"
"Be good daughters and let mommy sleep as I, and the humans come up and see how things are."
>"Yes! Consciousness! Right away. No attacking any humans."
>What the absolute fuck is this this shit.
"Don't bother them at all while we are doing this and afterwards we will all have a party."
>"A party? We never had a part before. Oh yay! We are glad to won, we get to have a party!"

>Most of us left the bunker. With a few satisfying behind to maintain if anything goes wrong we could start over again.

>Time to see how fucked everthing is.


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You want to scream at the top of your lungs right now, but even more, a primal urge within you compels you to correct this man's fractal wrongness. You take a deep breath and prepare to address the crowd.

"FIRST OF ALL, you're wrong. I'm not the first man to get turned into a filly, I'm the fourth. The first was an honest to God Soviet, who is thankfully no longer with us. The second and third are with us right now, and if you touch Daring, she WILL bite."

On your cue, Daring makes a point to flash her pearly whites at the crowd. "Did you know," she adds, "that it is incredibly easy to bite through the human finger?" There is a sudden unease among the crowd and so Daring takes a bow. Good thing too, they needed to be taken down a peg.

You continue your pseudo-lecture. "SECONDLY… Did you just assume our species? We're ponies, not horses. Aren't you guys supposed to have a good veterinary program here or some shit? I am legit offended, and demand beer as an apology. I also demand another beer as apology for FONDLING MY FUCKING TITS. Seriously dude, where the fuck do you think you're grabbing? If you're gonna fuck me, at least get me a drink first."

At that line, the man quickly drops you, and you thankfully land on your hooves. You make a mental note not to pick up cats like that if you ever gain your human form again, because that fucking sucked.

"Seriously though, am I getting any beer or what?"

The man who picked you up stutters out a response. "I mean, I g-guess I could. Wait, how hold are you exactly?"


"I may look 10, but I was a full-grown adult before getting stuck like this."
1d100[ 1d100 = 76 ]


Mention also that magical transformation is more legitimate than any surgical mutilation. 1d100[ 1d100 = 69 ]


We have a new thread, fag.


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